After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 54

There are several kinds of fruit in the fruit tray, washed clean and watery. Such a thoughtful preparation, of course, comes from Feng Tang Tang's hand. In terms of caring for people, Yan Hearing and Hearing are not expected.

Nguyen changed the fruit to feed the ink and said: "Luckily the sugar came, it was well arranged. ”

If Feng Tang Tang had called her sugar a long time ago, this sugar would have frightened her. Since that time “Xiao Sister" said to use the name sugar too, it has been called more often, Feng Tangtang has also changed from initial maladaptation to gradual habit, and now every time I hear it, I feel angry.

How do you feel so sweet when you call her Sugar Sister?

The sweetness on the bottom of my heart was like the mouth of my throat, so the sugar also said sweetly: "Sister, you are so proud, Nguyen Nguyen is a good friend of mine, it should be. Right, Nguyen Nguyen? ”

Looking at Feng Tang Tang's face, he could barely shake his tail. Though his heart felt exhausted, his face still seemed to reveal a smile naturally: “Of course, sugar and my friendship is not true, thanks to her this time. ”

“Tsk, look.” Yan Huanhuan, one leg frame on the other leg, stacked out a capitalized dissatisfaction, the teeth seemed to leak sour smell, humming: “Nguyen Nguyen, who carried you out of the hotel, who carried you into the hospital after getting out, or who ran up and down to pay the registration fee? That's me. My back hurts now. You don't even eat the fruit I feed you, you little bastard. ”

After the sour ink, Yan listened and obliqued his eyes, the sour sour made Nguyen Nightshade: “Goddess, you are looking at the sugar candy, how can you forget me, this is a bit uninteresting. ”

All of you are also accustomed to the pseudo-pseudo-pseudo-pseudo-pseudo-image of Yan Huihuan. She has nothing to take seriously. Sometimes she smiles, pointing to what is wrong in her heart. Now she looks at the acid gas in her heart, and she must be happy in her heart. Still, if you listen to the usual words, you can believe them, and pigs can get on the tree.

Nguyen Nightshade knew that Yan was listening to this person. She also pretended to look at her as if she were holding the same color as she had always done in the past. “I haven't forgotten, I was just about to say it. Thanks to Miss Yan for your help this time, thank you. ”

Yan smiled and glanced at Nguyen Nightingale. “Goddess, I'm a little strange. This time my Nguyen Nguyen is ill. My help with sugar candy is actually a matter of division. After all, I am a good friend. Why did you finish the sugar candy for Nguyen Nguyen when you arrived, and thank me again? I would usually help to thank my friends like this. It must be a deeper relationship than my friends, either family, or...”

Mo: “...”

You can shut up.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

You can shut up.

Probably caught the same look in the eyes of two people. He was heartbroken. He skipped it with great kindness. "Anyway, I don't know. What kind of relationship do you think you two have? ”

Feng Tang Tang's face was blurred: “What relationship? ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo Mo stared at Yan and said, "Me and Mo are good friends. ”

"“ Nguyen Nguyen, we're good friends with you, too. Why does the goddess feel that she's a better friend than we are? ”

Feng Tang Tang's face was stunned: “Is there? Don't I feel that way? ”

Yan listened to hate iron and steel. With this sugar IQ, it's basically such an interesting thing to say goodbye to a prank in your life, let alone sing the oboe, which requires a little technical content, and quickly slanted Feng Tang Tang's glance.

Feng Tang Tang was unclear, so she also felt that Yan Hearing and Huan seemed dissatisfied with her interrupting now. She had to sit quietly and straighten herself out, as if she was listening in class.

I'm sure there's nothing clean about leaving Yan Zhihuan here. She lowered her head slightly and coughed a few times, which is why she said: "Listen, help me buy some refreshing, throat-moisturizing desserts, I want to eat them. ”

Without waiting for his face to hear and talk, Mo seemed to add a little weakness to his face. He leaned forward with his hands and looked brightly at him.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her face was still converging high fever faded about a hint of red, although no more speech, but the eye sickness had a slight embossed water, but it certainly learned Nguyen Nightingale's past kind of soulful bone, then pinched accurately, and from skin into bone, more than ever.

Just take a look at it like this, don't tell me what dessert to buy, and if she needs it, the stars can't help but pick it up.

Yan has always been uninterested in film and television and so on. She has not really seen the Mo Mo movie. Although Nguyen Nightshang once mentioned to let her enjoy it, she did not see it in the end, but she still has heard about the act of Min Mu Teng Peak. Now, Mo looked over, and to be honest, she was a little stunned for a moment.

She is very personal, she knows that Mo Mo is acting, and although she likes pranks sometimes, she is not indifferent, she understands that she may really need to be quiet, so she promises Mo, and says: “Is that dessert? No problem.”

Feng Tangtang was still sitting there, not knowing why, she enjoyed watching Xiao and Nguyen stay together.

Yan Huanhuan pulled her hand: “Sugar, you go too. ”

Feng Tang Tang said: "But Nguyen Nguyen only asked you to buy it? ”

Hearing that you are so weak, he went to the window to hang you up. “I don't know the way around this hospital, I don't know where the dessert store is. ”

Feng Tangtang made a very pure suggestion: “I'm not familiar with it, I don't know the way, but you can navigate. ”

Yan listened to the chicken with the duck and sighed in his heart. He couldn't help but drag the sugar out: “I'm too lazy to take out my phone to navigate. The navigation depends on you. Let's go. ”

The two of them left and the door to the ward was closed.

Momo sat back, thinking that he could take away the person, and then he switched for a second. The pathetic appearance of the previous disappeared, and then he put out a coffin face, and his face was heavy.

She glanced over at Nguyen Nightshade and found Nguyen Nightshade staring at her.

“What are you thinking?” She seemed a little uncomfortable.

Nguyen Nightshade seems to have returned to God.

Half an hour later, Nguyen Nightshade whispered, “I was just trying to help you buy dessert. ”

Mo: “...”

Watching Nguyen Nightshade all look faint, Mo also guessed why, more and more uncomfortable, said: “I don't want to eat any dessert, it's all a lie, let her pull it off, make me have a headache. ”

“I know.” Nguyen nodded with a smile. "Do you still want fruit? ”

Momo glanced at the fruit tray. Before he spoke, Nguyen put the fruit knife and fork on the edge of the fruit tray, the knife and fork were cool and the fruit was bright.

“Yes.” Mo looked at Nguyen Nightingale again.

Nguyen Nightshang asked: "Which kind do you like in here? ”

“Anything. ”

Nguyen Nguyen sat closer to the edge of the bed, feeding her ink and eating fruit, chatting with her from time to time.

"Feng Tangtang wanted to buy durian when he went to buy fruit," she said. “I can't eat durian for the time being because I have a cold fever. It's easy to get on fire, so she just did it. ”

Nguyen Nightshang probably imagined the scene at the time and laughed: “You're not really fit to eat right now. ”

The ink frowned: “I don't like eating that stuff any more, it smells so bad. ”

Nguyen said, “I know you don't like it. I don't really like it either. ”

As soon as Mo heard her say this, she started to wonder: “Feng Tang Tang has always said that the fruit you like is durian. ”

Nguyen Nightshade thought of something. Her face changed slightly. After a while, she said: "My mother likes durian stewed chicken. She said it is so special. Every time she makes this soup, she asks me if it tastes good. I say it is delicious. Sugar came to my house for dinner a long time ago, and my mom made that soup, because that time she made improvements, my mom asked me if I was drinking, and I still said it was delicious, and I drank a bowl specifically to show her. I couldn't drink sugar. I thought I particularly liked the taste of durian. After all, in her cognition, if a person didn't like durian, how could she drink durian stew soup? ”

Looking at Mo's lips, it seemed like she was trying to pull out a smile, but she was nervous again: "I don't know about other people, but if it was Feng Tang Tang, she would understand, I'm not surprised. ”

Nguyen Nightshang also laughed: “In fact, this soup is quite famous in Guangdong. The durian flavour is not heavy. Sometimes a person can drink this soup even if they don't like durian. I didn't know about sugar, so I misunderstood it. I didn't explain it. She misunderstood it all the time. I don't like to eat it, but sometimes she buys it for me and I still eat it. ”

“If you don't like it, why don't you explain it, just eat something, and don't like it? Of course you do. Is that afraid to whisk your friend's heart?” "Impossible," said Momo. "I don't think you're that kind of person. ”

“So you know me pretty well?” Nguyen Nightshade picked the corner of his eyes.

Mo: “...”

"'If I don't like it,' said Nguyen Nightshang. 'Of course I'll tell Sugar Ming. I'll just say it and she'll understand, but I didn't tell her then. She was a very simple girl, much simpler than now. There was a little problem hiding things. She couldn't lie at all. She would inadvertently tell the truth. My mother used to call her as a guest when she was home. It didn't matter what Durian I thought, or don't explain. ”

But Nguyen Nightshang immediately added: “It was a long time ago, sugar was young then, now that she has been polished out by society, she must be very qualified to be your assistant now, she shouldn't say a word, you can rest assured, I can vouch for her. ”

“Don't worry, I understand.” Mo looked at her little face, eager to clarify for her friends, and thought she was a little cute.

When I think about it, I actually put the word "cute" on Nguyen Nightingale, and I can't even say it strangely.

Momo avoided the feeling of her heart, and turned to the point: “So you're afraid she accidentally let your mother know, so you never said it? ”

Nguyen nodded softly: "Because of the work relationship, my mother had little chance to go home, but every time she came home, she would cook and cook for me. Every dish she cooks, every soup, is a difficult opportunity for me. I feel good about what she does. If I tell Sugar that I don't actually like Durian, in case my mother finds out, then my mother won't know how sad my daughter doesn't like Durian at all until she finds out that she's made Durian stewed chicken so many times. Originally she felt she didn't take care of me much, didn't really understand my preferences, and felt guilty, scared that I didn't like it, so every time she came back, she would carefully ask me if the dishes she cooked were good, whether the new clothes she bought me looked good, and the gifts she brought back were not satisfied. ”

"'So every time you tell her,' said Momo, 'it's delicious, it's beautiful, it's satisfying. ”

“… Yes.” Nguyen nocturnal: “Even if some dishes don't suit my taste, some clothes aren't my style, and some gifts aren't my taste, I still say good, good looking, satisfied. I... lied to her. ”

“You didn't lie to her.” Mo's voice is much softer.

Nguyen raised his eyes.

“Maybe those don't fit your actual habits, but because your mother prepared them for you, I know you're happy. People are like that, maybe one thing isn't what you want, but if someone you care about gave it to you, you'd still like it. You don't like durian, but you like your mom's durian stewed chicken for you, which is not conflicting. You didn't lie to her either. ”

Mo said, glancing at the fruit tray again: “You asked me before, I can say whatever kind of fruit I like in the tray. ”

She turned her head: “Actually, I don't really like pears, but I can say anything. It looks like I'm lying, and I'm not lying to you. I don't like pears, but I can accept you feeding me pears, which doesn't conflict, as I was saying. ”

Nguyen Nightingale was completely stuck, and the fork of forked fruit in his hand was half-empty.

Immediately afterwards, Nguyen Nightshank up a piece of pear and smiled and swayed in front of Mo: “I didn't expect this wood of yours to be so comforting. To show my gratitude, please eat the pear. ”

Mo: “...”

When Nguyen finished shaking, he turned the pear in the air and shoved it into his mouth: “I lied to you. ”

The author has something to say: This time the author has something to say that is very important and has to do with the end, please don't skip it, thank you.

One thing I want to explain to you in advance is that this article will be written in two parts. The chapters of this book will soon be finished. If you see me finished in a while, please don't be surprised. Please don't worry about accepting my end. I will continue to write the content of this book in another part, but it will be published in two parts.

Here's why:

Because I'm Jin. Jiang Wencheng signed the author, I didn't pay attention to some of the entries in the contract before, I just wrote the text, I didn't pay attention to others. Recently, I saw some people mentioned that the contract had a requirement that the signing author must complete a certain number of words each year in a new text, and if the article is long, it has been written for many years, because it is not a new text, but it cannot be counted. I didn't know much about the content of the contract before, and when I saw others mentioned this, I became aware of it.

You also know that I write very, very little... because I have only been burying one article for seven years, which leads me to have no new text at all, especially in these years of poor health and very slow writing, which means that I have never fulfilled the contractual requirements. If I fail to meet the contractual requirements as a contracting author, there will be a lot of trouble in the future, and I'm sure you also understand what these troubles are... Now I know that it is too late, but Jin. Jiang's articles can be written in divisions, many people's articles are divided, the division conversation is still a complete article, and the division publishes, so the second part on Jin... Jiang is also a new text.

So I wrote this book when I came back to exchange my body, and it would be over, and I would like to open another book and write the story after that. I hope that you will understand my dilemma. This way of ending doesn't really affect you, it's just published in two parts.

In addition, I wrote that article next door, because it was very, very long, the chapters are now very much, and from the outline drama, the final volume is very, very much, the final volume can become a large article independently, so I will soon finish it, and I will open another one separately, the first is to avoid too many chapters, causing imbalances in the volume, and the second is the reason mentioned above, so if the reader of this article also looks at my other article, you will soon see that the two articles are about to finish.

Whenever there is any change, I will explain clearly, whether it is time to take a leave or to end this way, and I hope to be able to explain why so as not to cause any misunderstandings, thank you.

Finally, I would like to say that although my two articles are about to end, I will definitely end the plot by then, and everything will be explained, please wait for me to open another one.

So please wait for the end of these two bottles in my hand. Come soon. I hope you'll be ready. Thank you.