The night was dark. Meng Qiwen and Gao Xuan were getting older and couldn't stay up late, so they went back to their rooms to rest before eleven o'clock.
Meng Zijun made an appointment with his classmates to go out to play, but was not at home at this time.
Lin Zhiming and Meng Guangsha held a bottle of white wine and drank while eating melon seeds until the New Year's bell rang at twelve o'clock.
"Happy New Year!" Everyone held each other's fists in the living room to say New Year greetings. Afterwards, everyone picked up their mobile phones and sent New Year greetings to their friends.
Lin Zhiming didn't have this habit before. In previous years during the Chinese New Year, he rarely waited until after twelve o'clock, either going to bed early or doing something.
This is the most comfortable year he has experienced in recent years, so he also lies on the sofa and plays with others on his mobile phone.
The first person to send a WeChat message to Lin Zhiming was Gu Feiyan.
Gu Feiyan seemed to have sent the message at the right time, and her message was ranked before everyone else.
"I know my fate, Happy New Year. I wish you all the best in the new year, and I wish you and Yao Jing will get back together soon. I'm sorry for what happened last time. If you need my help in any way, just ask." Gu Feiyan
said.
"It's okay. I also wish you a Happy New Year. I will go back to work in the company after the new year." Lin Zhiming said.
"Look, I'm getting ready to go to bed. You must be drinking. After all, you have so many friends. Good night, I hope to see you in my dreams!" Gu Feiyan replied.
"Good night." Lin Zhiming replied with these two words, and then looked at Gu Feiyan's profile picture in a daze for a while.
For some reason, a picture of Gu Feiyan sitting alone in bed looking at her phone appeared in his mind.
"It's impossible, why would she go home to celebrate the New Year with her family?" Lin Zhiming thought as he opened the messages sent by others.
At this time, Gu Feiyan, who was in Strait City, had exactly what Lin Zhiming was thinking. She was sitting on the bedside, hugging the quilt, holding her mobile phone in her hand, and looking at Lin Zhiming's WeChat profile picture in a daze.
The window next to the bed was open, and cold wind blew in from the window.
Gu Feiyan hugged the quilt a little tighter, then tilted her head and kept looking at Lin Zhiming's WeChat profile picture, not knowing what she was thinking.
On the other side, Lin Zhiming began to regret why he had to reply to other people's New Year messages. Now more messages appeared in his WeChat.
"I'm going to see how Wan'er is sleeping. Please reply to my messages and try not to talk, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night." Lin Zhiming threw the phone to Yao Jing and walked into the room.
This was the first time that Yao Jing read Lin Zhiming's WeChat so seriously. She felt very happy because Lin Zhiming's doing so represented his trust in her.
Yao Jing replied to the message seriously, trying to end the other party's desire to continue chatting as quickly as possible.
Yao Jing scrolled down the messages one by one to see if there was anything missing. WeChat avatars flashed in front of her one by one.
Suddenly, Yao Jing stopped her fingers and saw the words Gu Feiyan.
This should be Lin Zhiming's note to Gu Feiyan.
Yao Jing clicked on Gu Feiyan's information and found that Gu Feiyan's WeChat name was called Little Bird in the Forest.
Although I know that peeking into people's chat records is unethical, but... Yao Jing is a woman after all. When she sees her love rival, she really can't ignore it.
After Yao Jing hesitated for a moment, she deleted the chat box between Gu Feiyan and Lin Zhiming, and then opened a new chat box.
In this case, there will be no chat history at all in the chat box.
Yao Jing felt much less guilty. After all, she didn't read the chat history between Lin Zhiming and Gu Feiyan.
"Are you there?" Yao Jing sent a message to Gu Feiyan.
"Here! What's wrong?" Gu Feiyan immediately responded to the message.
"I'm Yao Jing." Yao Jing said.
There was silence on the other end of WeChat for a long time, and then Gu Feiyan came back with the message.
"Are you reconciled? I'm sorry for what happened before. I was too impulsive in everything." Gu Feiyan said.
"I trust my husband, so I don't need you to explain, I know it's a misunderstanding, I just want to have a chat with you," Yao Jing said.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Gu Feiyan asked.
"Let's talk about my husband..." Yao Jing said.
"Okay!" Gu Feiyan agreed readily.
"Do you love him?" Yao Jing asked.
"Love." Gu Feiyan replied, "I regard him as the most important person in my life. When I first saw him in college, I fell in love with him hopelessly. I'm sorry.
, I know you will definitely be unhappy if you say this, but since you asked me, I can only tell the truth."
"Are you sure it's love and not liking?" Yao Jing asked.
"I'm sure, I have loved him for nearly ten years. I know that it is love, not liking. I can give everything I have for him, including my life." Gu Feiyan said.
"Why do you love him? What attraction does he have to you?" Yao Jing asked.
"All of this starts from the beginning of school that year..."
Gu Feiyan narrated the story between her and Lin Zhiming.
It was only at this time that Yao Jing found out that Lin Zhiming had actually saved Gu Feiyan.
"I'm sorry for telling you so much. I didn't mean to destroy your family, and I'm trying to restrain myself, but I really, really love him. I can guarantee that I love your husband more than you do.
"Gu Feiyan said.
"You do love my husband more than me." Yao Jing replied. After listening to what Gu Feiyan said, Yao Jing really felt ashamed of herself. She could not imagine that a woman could love her husband so much.
, and she didn't even know whether she loved her husband or not. She always felt that she just liked him. It seemed that it was not love yet. Even if it was love, this love was different from Gu Fei's.
Compared to Yan's love for Lin Zhiming, what does it mean?
"Are you laughing at me?" Gu Feiyan asked.
"No, I'm just telling you a fact. Your love for my husband moves me, but... you don't have any chance. He is my husband, and no one can take him away from me," Yao Jing said.
"Do you love him?" Gu Feiyan asked.
Yao Jing looked at this sentence and was silent for a long time. Then she deleted the chat box and walked back to the room with Lin Zhiming's mobile phone.
Gu Feiyan didn't ask any more questions.
Yao Jing handed the phone to Lin Zhiming and said, "I've helped you chat all the time, thank me."
"Thank you, wife. Come, the quilt has been warmed for you. Come quickly." Lin Zhiming patted the bed board next to him and said.
Yao Jing nodded, and when she was about to go into the bathroom to change with her pajamas, she hesitated, and then took off her clothes in front of Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming on the bed was stunned by this scene.
Although the two of them had slept in the same bed for a long time and had touched each other during this period, this was the first time that Yao Jing changed into pajamas in front of him.
Yao Jing was a little shy, so she quickly put on her pajamas and said, "What are you looking at?"
"What do you think I'm looking at?" Lin Zhiming asked.
Yao Jing smiled sheepishly, then walked to the bed and got into the bed, hugged Lin Zhiming's body, and rested her head on Lin Zhiming's arm.
Lin Zhiming hugged Yao Jing and kissed Yao Jing's forehead.
"I'm going to sleep." Yao Jing said.
"Go to sleep!" Lin Zhiming patted Yao Jing's back gently.
I don't know how long it took, but Yao Jing's body began to tremble slightly.
"Why are you crying?" Lin Zhiming asked doubtfully.
Yao Jing raised her head, looked at Lin Zhiming with tearful eyes, and said, "Husband, I just took your mobile phone to chat with Gu Feiyan."
"Oh, what next?" Lin Zhiming asked calmly.
"Then I realized how much she loved you. She loved you so much that it even made me ashamed. I suddenly felt that I was not worthy of you because I didn't love you as much as she did... I have been married to you for four years.
I don't love you as much as Gu Feiyan, I'm really sad." Yao Jing said while sobbing.
"So? Are you crazy enough to let me out?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Of course not. You are my husband and no one can take it away. I just feel sad that I don't love you as much as Gu Feiyan." Yao Jing said.
"Fool." Lin Zhiming touched Yao Jing's head and said, "The amount and depth of love can never be compared. Love is mutual, and only love that is reciprocated can be considered love."
"Then do you love me?" Yao Jing looked at Lin Zhiming expectantly.
"Do you love me?" Lin Zhiming asked.
Yao Jing looked at Lin Zhiming with tears in her eyes and said, "I love you."
"Me too." Lin Zhiming hugged Yao Jing tightly.
"What about... Gu Feiyan?" Yao Jing asked.
Lin Zhiming did not answer, but sighed silently.
Yao Jing was very sensible, so she didn't ask again.
The next day, the first day of the new year, the sun was very bright.
There seems to be still the smell of gunpowder smoke from last night's fireworks in the air.
Lin Zhiming's family has the habit of getting up early, so the whole family got up before eight o'clock.
Meng Qiwen and Gao Xuan also got along well, and they happened to sit around the dining table for a New Year's Day breakfast.
Later, Meng Guangsha’s family also came over, and everyone wore new clothes and took to the streets.
Shopping is a basic activity for Meng Qiwen's family on the first day of the new year. Meng Qiwen doesn't like to visit other people's homes, so on the first day of the new year, he and his family go for a walk on the streets.
Not far from the house is Xinhuadu Square, which is crowded with people. There are barbecue vendors, people selling Spring Festival couplets and balloons, and people playing games, such as darts and ball throwing.
The real flavor of the New Year is often reflected on the first day of the new year.
Everyone was wearing new clothes. Meng Qiwen was wearing a straight Mao suit, and his silver hair was meticulously combed. Although he was over seventy years old, he was still full of energy and made people look at him.
After walking for a while, Lin Zhiming found that Meng Qiwen seemed to be a little distracted.
"You can go if you want to, look at how absent-minded you are." Gao Xuan said to Meng Qiwen.
"Where are you going?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"The calligraphers at the Confucius Temple learned how to write Spring Festival couplets for people. They write them there every year. Your grandfather has been impatient for a long time." Gao Xuan said.
"I'm not that anxious." Meng Qiwen said awkwardly.
"You go quickly, as long as I tell them, remember to go home for lunch." Gao Xuan said.
"Sure!" Meng Qiwen didn't hesitate, said goodbye to Lin Zhiming and the others and left.
Lin Zhiming and the others walked around until nearly eleven o'clock, and then they returned home together.
Not long after arriving home, Meng Qiwen came back.
What made Lin Zhiming a little confused was that Meng Qiwen's originally meticulous hair was now a little messy, and his straight tunic suit had wrinkles and stains in many places.
Meng Qiwen briefly greeted Lin Zhiming, and then approached his room silently.