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Meng Xin has arrived. Although she is alone with a flute, the courtyard is lively as if the temperature has risen. She was lost in thought while serving the dishes, and even spilled the soup without noticing. The soup was taken away by someone, and her hand was also pulled away before she could react— "Silly me, the chef is here to eat." His hand is much larger than Feng Tian's, and it is icy cold, with a very low temperature. Most importantly, his pinkish-white knuckles are very attractive.
Feng Tian seems to have thought of something, and suddenly becomes excited.
I saw her trying hard to grab Meng Xin's right hand with both hands and pull it down. The person opposite showed a puzzled expression, showing a little confusion, but still cooperated by bending down. He thought she was going to say something important, at least more important than filling her stomach now. Feng Tian had been busy all afternoon and hadn't eaten a bite.
" Meng Xin, I like your hand, it's very beautiful. It turns out that the last time I touched it, it was your hand." The next moment, looking at her sudden realization, Meng Xin couldn't help but laugh and cry. This slow-witted guy, it turns out it was like this.
For a period of time, Feng Tian went crazy looking for materials. Coincidentally, he took the opportunity to invite her to watch his bamboo flute performance. However, Feng Tian is someone with no musical literacy and understanding of music. Shortly after the performance started, she nodded off in the front row. When Meng Xin finished performing and went to find someone, she was still sleeping soundly in the corner of the front row, with a quality of sleep that was enviable, like that of a baby. Her head was almost leaning out of the chair, so he quickly carried her back to the dressing room.
Unexpectedly, all the way, Feng Tian held onto his hand and didn't let go, seemingly mistaking him for a pillow in a half-awake, half-asleep state.
Meng Xin can't even draw it out. Clearly, the one who's embarrassed is oneself, but when these words come out of his mouth, it feels particularly embarrassing. It's true that those with memories suffer the most. Thinking of this, Feng Tian felt uneasy and touched his nose: "Haha, sorry, I'll eat first. I'll definitely wake up next time."
Meng Xin nodded, with a shy and coquettish posture, like a lotus emerging from the mud but remaining unstained.
" Meng Xin, I'm sorry," finished Feng Tian and closed her eyes, feeling that her brows must be furrowed in an unattractive way. After some thought, she tentatively spoke. Meng Xin was a gentleman, and gentlemen generally don't force others into difficult situations. He must understand what I mean.
"An apology is not enough, you must take responsibility."
"What?" Her eyes widened in an instant as if a little deer was bumping around in the chambers of her heart.
"I have to take responsibility!" Sensing Feng Tian's evasion, he answered more firmly this time. Meng Xin reached out and touched Feng Tian's face, thinking that since she liked his hand, she might consider him for a moment.
Feng Tian had no choice but to fall for Meng Xin again, as if finding a good excuse for their own weakness.
Meng Xin suddenly became unhurried, with plenty of time to spend with her.
"How much longer is your vacation?" This was the third time that Feng Tian was cooking in the kitchen and got hugged from behind. She felt her eyelids twitching a few times. She wasn't used to such intimacy and felt a bit depressed. Meng Xin was too clingy, not much different from the rice cake balls in the pot.
"Are you trying to drive me away? I get it, turns out I'm the only one who can't bear to leave, huh? You seem to be particularly reluctant." As if to confirm these words, Meng Xin held her even tighter, breathing in her ear. Before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, Feng Tian had never thought that one day Meng Xin would be so clingy like a little animal.
It's like two different people compared to before. Life is not easy. Feng Tian sighed, put down the scraper, and hugged the tall Meng Xin: "I think you can also do the work you like. Although we are together, you don't have to accompany me deliberately. I'm fine on my own—" She hadn't finished speaking, after all, there were still Bai Xue and Xiao Hei to keep her company. She couldn't be considered completely alone.
Meng Xin is different. Meng Xin is her partner, but not just her partner. He also has other social identities. In the band, he is a flutist. Outside the band, he has his own family and friends. How could he really disregard all these relationships just because of a love affair?
Feng Tian feels a little sad when thinking about it. Not everyone in the world is called Feng Tian.
So, not everyone can just throw everything away and be so selfish, hiding in a corner only looking out for themselves like she does.
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