"Liu Lei, I am yours!" Zhao Yanyan said happily, the redness on her face has not faded yet.
"Well, you are mine." I said.
"You can't do without me in the future." Zhao Yanyan's tears fell gently and fell into my heart.
It’s still Yanjing. Zhao Yanyan was so far away from me in the previous life, but in this life she is so close. At this moment, history was changed by me, and Zhao Yanyan became my legitimate little wife.
Neither she nor I expected that this small room in the hotel would actually become our new house. It all happened so suddenly, but it seemed so natural, without too many words, everything was so natural
It's a matter of course.
Spiritual communication is far greater than a thousand words. This moment is deeply imprinted in memory and unforgettable.
Zhao Yanyan carefully folded the sheets and put them into her backpack.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
“Of course I’ll keep it as a souvenir!”
We both took a hot shower. When I came out, Zhao Yanyan was already dressed and had new sheets. I don't know how she negotiated with the service desk.
At noon, Old Man Xu called us to have dinner. Zhao Yanyan and I walked out of the room cuddling together like a newlywed couple.
What came face to face was Xu Ruoyun's disdainful gaze, and she coldly said: "You are so old, you are not ashamed!" and left first.
When Old Man Xu saw my unhappy expression, he quickly came over to smooth things over: "Don't take it personally, Ruoyun is like this girl!"
I groaned and went downstairs with Old Man Xu.
After lunch, old man Xu wanted to take us out to go shopping. Zhao Yanyan had just changed from a girl to a woman today, and now it was difficult to walk, so she excused herself to stay in the hotel to rest because she felt unwell. Naturally, I wanted to stay too. Only left
Old man Xu took Xu Ruoyun out of the hotel.
I told her a poignant story. The protagonists of the story are also named Liu Lei and Zhao Yanyan...
When Zhao Yanyan heard that "Liu Lei" in the story had died, she burst into tears.
When we both woke up, it was already dark outside, and the streets were filled with neon lights, gorgeous and blurry.
"Are you hungry?" I asked Zhao Yanyan, who had just woken up beside me.
"One thing," Zhao Yanyan said, "What about you?"
"I'm starving to death..." I looked at my watch. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and I didn't know if Old Man Xu and his granddaughter were back.
When Zhao Yanyan and I finished dressing, it was already half an hour later. We locked the door and found that the room next door was indeed dark. It seemed that the two of us had not returned yet.
After leaving the hotel, we walked on the street. Zhao Yanyan's body had obviously recovered and she was jumping up and down happily.
"Liu Lei, why do you think this is called Chang'an Street?" Zhao Yanyan asked me loudly, pointing to the road sign.
"I don't know, could this be Chang'an City in the Western Han Dynasty?" I said nonsense.
"What?! You are illiterate, Chang'an City is in Xi'an, how did you learn history!" Zhao Yanyan laughed at me.
"Hey." I don't know anything about history, but if you ask me about the future, I know a lot.
"Is this the capital? It's so beautiful!" Zhao Yanyan no longer pursued my illiteracy problem and was attracted by the bustling scenery around her.
The capital of China in 1994 was completely different from the Yanjing I saw in my previous life, which was crowded with buildings and bustling with trade. However, compared to the even more backward Songjiang City, it was already considered a first-class metropolis.
The evening breeze of late autumn blew over our faces, bringing a refreshing coolness. I took Zhao Yanyan's hand and walked to a food stall on the roadside. The boss came over immediately and said, "What do you two want to eat?"
"Yan Yan, have you ever eaten Ma Xiao?" I asked after looking at the menu.
"Ma Xiao? What is Ma Xiao?" Zhao Yanyan was very unfamiliar with this term.
Only then did I remember that only people who have lived in Yanjing will understand the meaning of the word "Ma Xiao". It is actually the abbreviation of spicy crayfish. It was a dish that Zhao Yanyan loved very much in her previous life. Every time she had a company dinner, she would have it.
I had a great time eating. However, due to the increase of unscrupulous businessmen, the original natural crayfish was farmed with chemical waste. After eating crayfish, you will get some strange diseases, and Zhao Yanyan and I no longer have
Ate.
Suddenly, I was back in 1994. The crayfish at this time should not have been contaminated. If you don't eat it now, you really won't have to eat it in the future.
"It's spicy crayfish." I explained.
The owner of the food stall also boasted: "This guy knows how to eat right away. We are not boasting. The crayfish we have here is one of the best in the capital!"
Zhao Yanyan had never eaten it, so she ordered five ham skewers and a few mutton skewers as the shop owner recommended it.
After Ma Xiao came up, Zhao Yanyan only took one bite, and then she exhaled loudly. After taking a sip of soda, she shouted: "It's so spicy, it's so spicy. I won't eat it! What is this!"
It seems that Zhao Yanyan has not developed the habit of eating spicy food in the future. Since she won't eat it, I won't be polite and kill all the remaining four and the half that Zhao Yanyan ate.
When we returned to the hotel, we happened to find old man Xu who had returned with large and small packages. Typical farmer consciousness, I sighed! But in 1994, many people were proud of being able to bring something home from abroad.
Old man Xu handed me the competition schedule and told me some things to pay attention to during the exam. Finally, he told me to meet downstairs in the hotel at eight o'clock tomorrow morning and make sure not to be late.
I looked at the schedule. The competition was scheduled for two days. The old man signed up two items for me, one was typing and the other was programming. Zhao Yanyan only had one item: typing.
The competition is held near Ganjiakou. I don’t understand why the place to live is arranged so far away, but based on my experience in my previous life, there must be something fishy between the organizer and the hotel. But this has nothing to do with me. Anyway, tomorrow morning
There is a bus transfer.
Zhao Yanyan and I watched TV for a while in the evening and found that there were no good programs. Many channels were broadcasting the popular sitcom I Love My Family. (To be continued)