After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 49

Aunt Zhou went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Mo turned his face and saw Nguyen staring at her without turning a blind eye.

Mo: “...”

“No wonder you asked me what I liked on the way.” Nguyen Nightshade seemed rare, his hands stacked on his legs, and his voice was slight: “Is it because I'm afraid I'm not used to the dishes your family often eats, so I can arrange the dishes I like? ”

Mo: “...”

Why are you suddenly shy?

““ You've been thinking too much, "replied Mo." I just assumed that Aunt Zhou would ask and prepare the answer in advance. ”

“Really?” Nguyen suddenly put her back together again, straightening her back and looking at her obliquely with the corner of her eyes.

Mo: “...”

What are you suddenly pretending to be?

Momo sat on the sofa in the living room, measuring Nguyen Nightshang up and down, and thought this man was really complicated.

In the past, she had a bad tongue. She had to choke when she couldn't speak to her a few words. Sometimes the words were tender enough to melt people. Most of the time, she was sexy. She seemed to have no idea what shame was. Sometimes she could be purely shy and didn't know what she was thinking. They are all opposing characteristics, but they can be so harmoniously combined on her. Perhaps she has become a performer, the various characters can be easily managed, it is necessary to refine many aspects, and she has been with her for a long time. She also has to show a little curiosity in her heart, wondering which is the real her.

If you think about it, maybe all of this adds up to be the complete Nguyen Nightshade.

She's colorful.

Nguyen Nightshank suddenly stopped talking, and he saw that he had been looking at her. His eyes were deep and direct. There was almost a feeling that his gaze would be peeled off by the amount of ink. There was no way to hide it.

She couldn't bear the direct look of Mo, and she couldn't control herself. After a pause, Nguyen Nightshade laughed: “I found you really too wooden. ”

She squinted her eyes and stared at her: "What happened to me? ”

“If people say that to you, even if you don't think so, why should you push the boat along and say something like ‘I'm afraid you won't get used to eating'? You have to explain it at once, and you don't know how to make it sound? ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to fool anybody. ”

Nguyen Nightshade wondered why the wood was so cute. He wanted to put fireworks in his heart and was afraid of not controlling the brilliance of the fireworks. He accidentally ignited the wood, so he held onto it and smiled. “It doesn't matter, I can teach you. ”

“You can teach me, but why should I?” The ink salt is out of the way.

Nguyen Nightshang thought about it and said, "If you have someone you like in the future, you know how to fool them. ”

Mo: “...”

… it's hard to think about it for you for so long.

“Are you learning or not?” Nguyen smiled and hurried her.

“… do not learn.” Stand up, Mo: “You come with me. ”

“To where? ”

“There's still some time left for dinner, and I'll show you around the house. It's good for you to stay here at night and get familiar. ”

Nguyen Nightshang walked around with Mo. The place was huge and hadn't been around for a while. Nguyen Nightingale also saw a small fenced house in the yard. Looking at the size and design, it should be a dog house, but since she entered the estate today, she hasn't seen any signs of pet activity.

“Does your family still have dogs?” Nguyen Nightshade asked.

"- [sic]“ No, it's Uncle Ding's dog. Sometimes he comes and stays here for a little while, and also brings his dog. For convenience, we add an extra kennel, which is just not often used. ”

Nguyen nodded.

And the last two of them went upstairs, and Mo opened a room on the second floor and said, "This is my room, and you're sleeping here tonight. ”

This room is a large suite with a delicate delineation of the different areas and, most importantly, a study, and the layout and style of the room are in line with the usual preferences of Mingmao. Nguyen Nightshade looked around and asked for Mo's opinion: “Can I see anything here? Is there anything I need to pay attention to? Tell me about it. ”

This is the first time she's come to Mo's room.

The room is very special to a person, and the living life is there, inevitably with a distinct personal atmosphere. Especially since outsiders rarely have the opportunity to come in here, people choose to put something of their own importance in the room, which naturally becomes a relatively safe and private existence, like a small shell wrapped outside.

Nguyen Nightshang knew this very well, so she was more careful when she asked.

In previous day-to-day dealings, Momo had long realized that Nguyen Nightshang was a very respectful person * *. At the beginning of the exchange, she was also caught in a strong sense of mistrust. She could not sleep well all night. She had to be in the drama group with Nguyen Nightshang. She had to keep her body in a visible and accessible range at all times, otherwise she would not be comfortable. Now that she is familiar, she knows that those fears are simply superfluous.

Nguyen Nightshank believed her.

She also believes in Nguyen Nightshang.

“Anything in my room, you can look around and use.” Mo Dao.

Her words were faint, but Nguyen Nightingale felt a great deal of trust in them. You know how precious it is to know that Kunmo has always been very cautious and that even some of the people who look familiar in the circle still have a certain distance to gain her trust.

Nguyen was delighted to sit on the chair by the desk and looked up at Mo: “Aren't you afraid that something you don't want to be seen will be seen by me? ”

Mo glanced at her and said, "If I don't want to be seen, I'll lock it up. If it's all locked up, how can you see it? I'm sure you won't. ”

Nguyen Nightshade is delicate, I feel that when Mo said this, his eyebrows slightly crept up, his eyes seemed to have a slight different meaning, it's all a bit odd to see.

I don't know if it suddenly touched anything, and Momo seemed a little depressed and dull, and the acute sixth sense told Nguyen that it might not be appropriate to continue talking to Momo about this right now.

But that kind of boredom was just a matter of moments. Soon, the ink restored its normal divine color. Nguyen Nightshang also naturally avoided the topic. She stood up and looked at it casually. She walked to the bookshelf and exclaimed, “Do you like leaf specimens very much? ”

Several layers of handmade leaf specimens have been placed on the bookshelf, carefully clamped in a photo frame, which is old in colour.

“... sort of.” Mo's face is heavier and weirder.

Nguyen Nightshade looked at it without noticing the change in ink color. After a while, Nguyen Nightshang's attention was attracted by several frames on the other floor of the bookshelf, and he went forward.

Mo also found that it was faster than she was, pushing one of the frames down.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo: “...”

“Didn't I say I could see anything in the room as long as it wasn't locked?” Nguyen Nightingale had long seen what was in that frame, floating like stepping on a cloud, laughing.

When Mo saw her smile, she knew she must have seen it clearly. It was too late to push it down. After a while, she lifted the frame and floated gently: “I just saw it in the wrong position, I just wanted to put it right a little bit, one just accidentally fell down. It's not that I don't want you to see it. ”

“Is that so?” Nguyen stared in a good mood at his once slightly green face in the frame, laughing: “It's hard to be so fond of my photo for you, thank you for helping me get it right. ”

"Is that your picture? Count it yourself. How many people are up there? ”

Her fingers point to the frame.

In the photograph, a group of young men and women gathered together in drama costumes, clustered around a trophy, set for this moment of victory.

“At least there's me in there, of course it's my picture, or yours, or everyone's picture in there.” Nguyen Nightshade argued, while recalling the theatrical competition held on the occasion of the Film Academy's school anniversary, although it was held by the school, the significance was very important. At that time, the audience seated a number of already famous directors and inner-circle stars, all senior graduates of the Film Academy, invited by the school.

If they perform well, they may be seen by the directors, or added by the blue eyes of the big café seniors, which is undoubtedly an opportunity to show themselves and how fierce the competition can be.

At that time, Nguyen Yixiang was the first woman in the play, and Nguyen Yixiang was the second woman. Finally, they took first place in the class. The participating students held the trophy photo to remember. She also kept one, but I didn't expect that Nguyen Yingming would still keep it.

“Look at the way you were, everyone was laughing when you took the trophy. You were standing alone in the middle of the board with a face, like you owed hundreds of millions of dollars. I thought you wouldn't keep this picture.” Nguyen Nightshang raised her hand and clapped her shoulder. "Everyone went to the barbecue celebration and asked you to go with them. You still don't want to go, or I called for four. Please torment me for a long time before dragging you there. ”

“There's nothing good about barbecue, on fire. ”

“In the end, not yet. ”

“That's what you're so annoying about. ”

“Don't you like me haunting you? ”

Mo: “...”

Nguyen Nightshade lowered his eyebrows, sorry to say: “I was a little annoyed at the time, you think it's normal for me to be annoyed.” She said that, looking into Ink's eyes: "But I'm only haunting you. ”

“... didn't really bother you then either.” Xi Mo saw her like that, thought about it, whispered: “I just don't get used to it. ”

“I'm so sorry.” Nguyen Nightshade said, "Is it too late to apologize to you for the immature me I was? ”

"'Why should I apologize?" said Mo. At the time, everyone was happy with the award, they were excited to go to the barbecue, I usually rarely attended class activities, and if the barbecue celebration didn't go, they might have mustard, thought I'd set the shelves. You dragged me over, and you actually helped me in a different way. ”

Nguyen Nightshade smiled and looked a lot more relaxed: "But you really don't like attending those events, it's hard for you. ”

“Fortunately, it was quite lively.” Mo glanced at the photo frame: “It's at least a memory. ”

Very lively.

Perhaps it was then that she got used to being alone, and the classmates didn't expect her to really go, and then she immediately became the focus of the whole show. Some of the students later dared to come to her for a drink. She rarely played with the students. She saw them look like they were passionate. For a while, she didn't know how to deal with them.

Luckily, Nguyen Nightingale has been sitting beside her for a toast, Nguyen Nightingale will help her stop back, or sometimes Nguyen Nightingale drank herself, a little drunk, gently crooked on her shoulder.

The barbecue shop near the school is small and muffled, the air conditioning effect is better than nothing, the noise, the laughter, the touch of a glass among the classmates has dissipated with the hot air spreading barbecue spices, the beer smell. Only Nguyen Nightingale sat next to her that day. The scene that had not left was still in front of her. Nguyen Nightingale was drunk and leaned on her shoulder to laugh and talk to her. Only too long had passed. Nguyen Nightingale said something that did not match. The contents of those words had long been blurred.

“Why did you keep this picture?” Nguyen Nightshade's questioning brings Mo's thoughts back to reality.

“This is the first trophy I've ever won related to acting, although it's just a theatrical contest in a school, although it's not just mine, it's yours.” Mo's gaze fell quietly on Nguyen's face: “I was happy that day. ”

“I'm glad too.” Nguyen said with a smile.

Aunt Zhou came downstairs to knock on the door and told them to go to dinner. The two of them left the room.

The season is back, and they sit at the dining table. The two of them feel pressured at first sight by the season.

“Daddy.” Nguyen shouted during the season.

“Uncle Chun.” Hurry up and say hello, too.

“Come and eat.” The season nodded.

They walked over and sat on the same spot without a date.

Yet Xiao Xi looked at Xiao Mo and said in a friendly manner: "Xiao Nguyen, just think of this as your own home and feel free. ”

When Mo was a daughter before, she never received such warm instructions from her husband during the season. Now, as a guest, she received special attention from her father. She was flattered and a little uncomfortable. She sat up straight: "… Thank you Uncle Mo. ”

Aunt Zhou smiled and came to serve the dish. She glanced at Mo Mo. “I said," Miss Nguyen is so familiar, I just can't remember where I've seen her. Now I can remember. Isn't this Mo's classmate? There's a photograph in Momo's room, and Miss Nguyen's in there. I used to wipe her clean. ”

Mo: “...”

“I was a college student at Sumo's.” Mo really didn't know what to say, so he said: “When we used to go to school, we used to hang out and talk. ”

Nguyen Nightshang listened to her bullshit, she wanted to laugh, her face did not move.

“Another classmate, another drama colleague, no wonder he's a good friend.” Aunt Zhou laughed. “It's such a good feeling. ”

“Yes… very good.” Mockingjay Baba Road.

I finally made it through Aunt Zhou. The dishes are ready and I can finally eat.

During the season, a man sat on his head, like John Buddha, and neither Nguyen Nightingale nor Mo dared to glance at him.

Due to her father's strict tutoring, Momo developed a quiet habit since childhood, sitting by the rules while eating. Even if we dine here today as Nguyen Nightshang, watching the season, and this familiar environment from an early age, we can't get rid of that deep bone marrow inertia and are following the dining etiquette with all due care.

And Nguyen Nightingale must play Mo, naturally according to Mo's past performance, also sit there to eat gracefully and without a word.

Nobody talks.

When I used to go home to dine with her during the season, even if she didn't talk the whole time, she didn't feel anything. She was used to it. Instead, she didn't get used to it until she spoke the season. But this silent situation at hand, I really don't know how to survive.

The atmosphere is so awkward that it's almost hard to breathe.

“Mo Mo.” But it was the first sound of the season.

Nguyen Nightshade and Ink raised their heads simultaneously.

Nguyen set aside the chopsticks immediately. “Dad, what is it? ”

"" Talk to Xiao Nguyen about something, "replied Ji." Don't be silly. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo: “...”

Dad, what are you talking about?

"Xiao Nguyen didn't mind," Xiao Nguyen said gently. “That's how she is, she doesn't know how to entertain customers, I didn't teach her well. ”

Mo: “...”

Dad, you taught me!

Nguyen Nightshang learned some of the circumstances of the season from the description of Mo, originally thought the season was harsh, she didn't dare to speak at the dining table, but now the season let her talk, even if she used to be able to brighten up the lotus flower in front of people, it would be helpless.

Xiao Jie glanced at Nguyen Nightshade and said to Xiaomu: “Xiao Nguyen, the flower you brought today is really good. You said it was a new breed grown by an uncle you know, right? What's your uncle's name? If you know him, it would be an honor to meet him. ”

Nguyen was relieved when he watched the season quietly carry over the heavy burden of the conversation.

Yet Mo was not dared to come out of the atmosphere. He converged his mind. According to the information provided by Nguyen Nightshang before, he said, "His name is Zhengren, and he did a lot of plant research in the institute, and also did a lot of flower cultivation. ”

“It turns out he's Professor Zhengren. He's famous. I've read about him in books. ”

“You know Uncle Yi, that's wonderful, if you need some new flowers, I can talk to Uncle Yi and send them to you. You and Uncle Yu are lovers of flowers, and Uncle Yu will certainly be very happy. ”

“Then please ask Xiao Nguyen. ”

After a meal, Momo unwittingly chatted a lot with Momo during the season, and completely reversed her perception of the season for many years.

She jumped out of her daughter's position and changed her position before realizing that her father could talk so much.

In the evening, Mo went to the guest room to take a bath and Nguyen Nguyen and Mo Ji stayed in the living room to watch TV. The TV scene came and went, the sound changed, Nguyen Nightshade didn't notice at all, she was all nervous, all she wanted to do was take a bath early, then go downstairs to find her.

When I watch TV during the season, I don't say a word, I'm still like John Buddha.

It wasn't until there was an ad on TV for Mo, and he looked at it and said, “New ad again? ”

"'Yes,' said Nguyen Nightingale. ”

“The company's products are okay, and I've worked with them. However, if you have a problem with the reputation of a product company, you should stop taking it from the company, lest it affect you. Everything should be clear about each other's details. ”

“Lu Qingming will turn off a good endorsement. Thank you, Dad. ”

After the meeting, the season said: “You know what next month is, don't schedule too many announcements, if there is a clash of announcements, push them away, remember to go home early. ”

“Okay, I know.” Nguyen Nightshade doesn't really know what special date next month is, and she has never been mentioned to her, but promised that there would always be no mistakes, so ask her again.

The season is a simple place to stay and continue watching TV.

Mo finally took a bath. Nguyen Nightingale was about to go upstairs with her. "Xiao Nguyen, do you want to watch TV? ”

Of course, Mo understands what the season means. This is not about watching TV. There is clearly something to tell her.

Nguyen Nightshang couldn't have been clearer, so he said, "I'll go take a bath first. ”

This time, Mo Chang sat down, strained, and looked forward to Nguyen Nightshang's early bath, then went downstairs to find her.

The tone of the season changed, and he said kindly: “Are you used to it here? If you need anything, tell Aunt Chow or Mo. You're welcome. ”

“This is particularly good. Thank you for your care. ”

“You're Mo's friend. Mo Seong is the one who took care of you. ”

"She helped me a lot… we took care of each other. ”

Xiao Nguyen laughed: “Xiao Nguyen, don't tell me that Xiao Mo has never brought a friend home as a guest before, you are the first. I used to be worried that she didn't have a real friend, but it was my fault, too demanding of her, she held a lot of things in her heart, didn't want to talk to others, rarely played with friends, very lonely. ”

Mo didn't expect to say these words during the season. He was a little stunned.

“But I'm relieved to see you today. I can feel that you have a good relationship, and I appreciate your care in the future. She's a little bored sometimes, and you're tolerant. ”

The conversation was actually brief, but Mo heard an infinitely long meaning.

She jumped out of her old, fixed cognitions today and recognised her father as a whole new person.

It's a novel, wonderful, warm experience.

“I'm glad she has a good friend. ”

Summer went back to his room to rest. Summer also went upstairs, but his words still echoed in his ears. Mo felt joy was filling her heart. She remembered that every time she passed the piano exam as a young girl, she would be rewarded with a gift during the season, and this joy was far better than then.

Nguyen came out of the bathroom in a yukata and saw Ink sitting beside the bed, his head lowered and his lips smiled.

She rarely saw Mo smile like that, so she couldn't help but stare.

How can you be so happy like a good kid who's been rewarded with candy?

Happy as it could be contagious, Nguyen Nightshade walked over in a comfortable mood, sat next to Ink and smelled the scent after her bath.

Mo felt that the bed beside her had slipped into some, and she closed her smile and looked at Nguyen Nightingale.

“What do you want to share with me?” Nguyen Nightshade laughed.

“Thank you." Mo looked into her eyes and said.

Nguyen stunned.

“Though I've had a lot of trouble switching bodies with you, I appreciate it today and I'm not afraid of my dad anymore.” When she finished, she told Nguyen about her father's conversation with her in the living room.

Of course, Nguyen was happy for her after listening. She said: "I also feel that Uncle Nguyen is actually very angry. Maybe he just doesn't know how to get along with you. He can't say much, causing some misunderstandings. ”

Mo nodded and said, "I have one more thing to ask of you. ”

“What?”

“Can you tell me more about your uncle? I want to pay a visit in my spare time. But I don't know my family very well at the moment, and I don't know that metaphor very well. I'm afraid I'll have to show up when I do. ”

Nguyen's eyes curled with a smile: "Are you trying to bring your father some new flowers? ”

“... hmm.” Mo admitted vaguely.

Nguyen took out her cell phone and opened up her WeChat circle of friends to show Mo. She said: "This is a whisper. This is a metaphor for Uncle Yu. You can look at some of the circle of friends they send, and you can have a certain understanding of them. I'll tell you something else, add on. Whisper, he is a scrubber or a ha-ha party, if anything happens all day, ha-ha. ”

At first glance, I saw the metaphor of sending a circle of friends every other hour or two today. Especially after seeing them in the parking lot today, the screen brushing frequency rose in a straight line, every half hour. The accompanying drawings were all a packet of napkins, displayed in full range at different angles, and then full screen hahahaha.

A couple of friends left a message at the bottom to hurt him: "Voice, look at you. Weibo forwarded the raffle. Long time no win. Finally got you a packet of napkins today? ”

The voice sent a contemptuous expression below and replied: "What do you guys know? I won't tell you, lest you envy me! ”

Then a friend took a whole box of napkins: "Don't worry, you won't be jealous. ”

Nguyen nocturnally scratched the screen of his cell phone, and looked at it with a strip of ink. At around 8: 00 p.m., he said he had sent several more consecutive copies, but this time it was full screen. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

His father called him Zhengren, “Son of a bitch, I just had a cold. Wipe your nose with a packet of napkins. You're crying like Dong Eun. Your father can't compare to a packet of napkins? ”

He said he was in pain and couldn't speak. He returned to his crying face in a row.

Mo: “...”

"'Look how pathetic he is,' said Nguyen Nightingale. 'Next time you have a chance to sign him a real name. ”

Two people look at their phones, chat, and soon it's late at night.

Mo stood up and was ready to go back to her room to rest. Nguyen took her to the door of the room and said: “Go to bed early, we'll be back to the crew tomorrow to start work. ”

Momo looked at her for a while and hesitated, suddenly: “Actually, that's what you said before. ”

“What do you mean?” There is no end to this, Nguyen Nightingale did not react for a moment, what exactly is she saying?

"'I want you to eat your favorite dishes while you're eating at my place,' said Momo. 'That's why I asked you. Not the reason I told you later. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo stood at the door and the light in the hallway fell on her face, staining a layer of haze.

She said, "Sometimes what I think is not what I say. I just can't say. ”

Nguyen's heart was overwhelmed, like it was soaked in honey.

Isn't this wood a good trick?

There's no need to teach. It's a natural skill.

"'Good night,' said Mo. ”

“Good night, see you tomorrow.” Nguyen Nightshade said softly.

I hope to see you tomorrow.

See you the day after tomorrow.

I see her every day.

Just like her light, every morning she opens her eyes and the darkness breaks apart, her light comes and shines on her.

The author has something to say: My texts are very slow and hot... Although I have already said this before, I would like to clarify again this time, in case anyone doesn't understand the situation, please, just look at the texts according to your preferences, thanks for supporting = w =, mua ~