The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 923 I Can’t Recognize You

Jiang Chengyu reached out and took the bowl of noodles. When his fingertips touched the warm porcelain bowl, his heart moved slightly.

He brought the bowl close to the laptop, the light from the screen reflected on it——

The fried egg is golden, the beef sauce is red, and the coriander is green, exactly the same as the one Mu Xiaoji made many years ago.

This bowl of noodles seemed to have drawn a thread through my memory, bringing me back to the day when I just returned from Los Angeles.

At that time, Shen Rou was full of hostility towards him and always felt that he would hinder Mu Xiaoji's future.

As soon as he moved his luggage into the bedroom that day, Shen Rou followed him in and warned him in a deep voice:

"Xiaoji will do great things in the future and has a bright future. Don't keep following him around all day without knowing what's going on. It will give people misunderstandings.

Let people point fingers at him and poke his spine behind his back." Shen Rou said this and bumped into him hard before leaving.

He didn't say anything at the time, but felt a sense of unease in his heart. In the evening, Mu Xiaoji brought in a bowl of steaming hot noodles, which dispelled the dullness in the room.

He had been hungry all day, so he picked up his chopsticks and gobbled it up. Mu Xiaoji watched from the side and couldn't help laughing: "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."

He stuffed noodles in his mouth and mumbled, "Xiao Ji, let me tell you something."

Mu Xiaoji raised his eyebrows, with a hint of impatience mixed with doting: "What evil thoughts are you thinking again?"

Jiang Chengyu swallowed the noodles in his mouth and lowered his voice: "Xiao Ji, promise me first that you won't be angry after hearing this."

"When did you become so fussy? If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to say, fart quickly."

Mu Xiaoji sat on the coffee table, looking down at Jiang Chengyu who was sitting on the ground and eating noodles.

Jiang Chengyu clenched his chopsticks and whispered, "We've already returned to China. Actually, that relationship... is no longer valid. It's not appropriate for me to live here..."

"Who said it's ineffective?" Mu Xiaoji stood up suddenly, and his cane made a harsh sound on the floor.

Anger instantly ignited in his eyes, "Little monster, did my mother say something to you last night?"

"No!" Jiang Chengyu waved his hands hurriedly, "You promised me you wouldn't be angry."

Mu Xiaoji took a deep breath and sat down again, his fingertips trembling slightly. "What do you want? Are you using this as an excuse to draw a line between you and me?"

"No, I just want to move out and live on my own." Jiang Chengyu's voice was anxious and timid.

"You want to leave me?" Mu Xiaoji's eyes suddenly turned red, and he stared at him intently, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"No...Xiaoji, why don't you understand?" Jiang Chengyu frowned anxiously, "I just live alone, it's not like we've stopped contacting..."

Before he could finish his words, Mu Xiaoji slammed the door and left, shaking the window frames.

That night, Jiang Chengyu stayed awake until dawn. When the sky was just getting light, he tiptoed into Mu Xiaoji's bedroom across the street.

He glanced at the person who was sleeping with a frown on his face, picked up his suitcase, and left without saying goodbye.

The light from the laptop screen reflected on Jiang Chengyu's face. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a noodle and put it into his mouth.

A familiar smell spread, a little hot and a little bitter.

He ate slowly without looking up. Only the light from the computer screen flickered in his eyes.

I finished the bowl of noodles and drank the soup cleanly, and my stomach felt warm.

The empty space in my heart seemed to be filled with something, making it feel swollen and sore.

Jiang Chengyu put down the bowl and rubbed his fingertips on the table, where the warmth from the bottom of the bowl was still lingering.

The moonlight outside the window shifted position at some point, now just shining on the corner of the desk.

There was a small photo frame there, which contained a photo of Jiang Shuo when he was a child. His chubby little face was pressed against his, and he was smiling heartily.

He reached out and picked up the photo frame, and gently stroked his face in the photo with his fingertips.

At that time, there was still youthfulness between his eyebrows and eyes, unlike now, when he was worn down by the wind and sun on the construction site and was left with only fatigue and vicissitudes.

He remembered what Mu Xiaoji had just said, "I am the one who is sorry for you. Even if you choose to leave me, you should live a good life!"

There is also the choked sentence, "Look at you now, I almost don't recognize you."

He reached out and touched his thin face, and his heart felt like it had been hit by something, causing a dull pain.

He stared at Jiang Shuo in the photo, who was hugging his neck, and his eyes curved into crescents when he smiled.

That radiant energy was like the warmest light in spring, shining straight into the haze accumulated in his heart.

The little one at that time always followed him and called him "little daddy" in a baby voice.

But it can melt all the troubles and fatigue in his life into a pool of warm water.

When I returned to the Goldsmith Bay Villa in the afternoon, I just walked to the door of the living room and saw Jiang Shuo and Zhou Xue holding the little white horse Shengxue.

The two children smiled, revealing their white teeth, and the light in their eyes was as clean as a washed sky.

But when Jiang Shuo's eyes met his figure, that bit of innocence suddenly became mixed with something complicated——

She is no longer the little follower who used to chase after him wherever he went.

She is not a little brat who feels insecure when leaving his arms. More often than not, she is a little adult who dares to take on everything.

If he hadn't woken up from his deep sleep, he would be the one at the helm of Zidong International now!