After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 74

“I'd like to show her some flowers, but you don't have any either.” Nguyen Nightingale choked on her too.

Yan listened to the hum, so angry, buried his head for dinner.

Nguyen Nightshade took pictures, took several pictures in a row, and finally picked one that she thought was most satisfactory, and sent it to Mo.

Mo replied: "You eat takeout? ”

Nguyen Nightshade looked at the news and felt a little grumpy. She didn't want Mo to know it was take-out, so she set it up.

“How do you know that?” Nguyen Nightshade asked.

“Even if take-out were faster, it would take time to deliver it, and the take-out boxes are sealed on the delivery route, with different dishes than those that are directly fried out for serving. ”

Nguyen Nightshang saw that she seemed to analyze it seriously, so she wanted to make a fool of her and see what else she could answer: “It could also be after the dishes were stirred up, after a while, some cooling down. ”

“The dishes on the plate, even if they are cold, are not the same colour as takeout. ”

Nguyen Nightingale was obedient to her, admitting: "Then you can see. ”

“You were afraid I'd see it before you set it up. ”

Nguyen Nightingale was inevitably a little embarrassed to see everything through, but at the same time, there was an elusive joy.

Mo sent another one: "Try not to eat takeout, it's not healthy, there will be a delay on the delivery route, and the taste of the food will also deteriorate. ”

Nguyen Nightshang felt that there seemed to be no concern between the lines in her words. She gripped up the corner of her mouth: “Yes, I didn't eat anything before. It was just a special situation, only take-out. ”

“Then eat first, and we'll talk after. ”

She stopped because she was strictly taught by the Mo family and the dining etiquette was always in place, as if she had never looked at her cell phone while eating, and now she probably didn't want to delay Nguyen's meal.

Of course, Nguyen Nightshang knew what she meant. She replied, "Okay, finish your meal. ”

Mo: “...”

Nguyen Nightshade smiled and typed: “I'm sorry, I typed wrong too. It's a conversation, not a sheet, correct it. ”

Mo never replied.

Nguyen Nightingale actually wants her to say it again.

After sending that message, she was curious to see how Mo would react there. If Nguyen Mok can reply again, then Nguyen Nightingale can at least feel something from what she replied.

Soon, however, Nguyen Nightingale dismissed the idea. She was a little upset, a little curious, and then she felt like she couldn't go on like this. After all, even if she thought she had figured out what it was like, what could have happened if she hadn't received a clear response, it could have all come from assumptions.

But even when her mind was dispelled, she could not calm the ups and downs in her heart, which became more and more painful. She felt more greedy than before. Before, she knew that the hope was faint, so even if she looked far away, she felt more happy than painful. Now the closer she got, the more she wanted. Happiness naturally doubled, but correspondingly, the pain doubled.

She knew she was caught up in this ridiculous contradiction, but couldn't pull herself out. She could only stand there and watch herself continue to get deeper and deeper.

“Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren't you eating again? Can't you just stare at a cell phone and look at it?” Yan listened to the chopsticks kowtow on the edge of the plate, knocked a little, and even the balls pressed her like a bead.

Nguyen Nightshang was rushed back to his senses, put down his phone and start eating.

I took a few bites and didn't know what it was like.

Halfway through the tasteless meal, the sound of the news prompt sounded again.

Nguyen Nightshade immediately put down his chopsticks and took a look at his cell phone. In the message, Mo asked her: "There's a lot of food. Who are you eating takeout with? ”

According to the theory, Nguyen Mo wanted Nguyen to have a good meal and didn't want to disturb her, so she paused talking to her, but she sent a message on the way to the meal. It seemed like she had waited a while, but couldn't wait. The message to confirm the meaning was inside.

And then there's number two: "Tell me after dinner. I'm not in a hurry. ”

Nguyen Nightshank smiled again and looked at him and replied: “What if I was in a hurry to tell you? ”

“Then say it. ”

“Just a good friend. ”

“Is Gu Qishong not with you? ”

“He came with me, but didn't eat with me. ”

“I'm done. You eat first. ”

Nguyen Nightingale gave her a very cute look and ended this brief Q&A.

Then she turned her head and Yan Hear Huan was staring at her.

“What's the matter?” Nguyen Nightingale pretends to be innocent.

Yan listened to Xianghuan obliquely: “Can we eat well? ”

“Yes.”

Nguyen Nightshang picked up the chopsticks again and took a sip of the dish, which he thought was very tasty this time.

After a late lunch, Nguyen Nightingale packed the table and asked her if she wanted to take a nap. Nguyen Nightingale shook her head: “No, I have to hurry back, the road is a little far away, I have to leave early, I'll just sleep in the car later. ”

Yan Hearing Huan did not leave her any more, told her some more things, Nguyen Nightshang just left.

As the rain grew heavier, it was almost ladylike to pour down. Nguyen Nightshang called the driver to bring the car in early. He waited outside. Gu Qishong also quickly walked to her side to support her with an umbrella and escorted her to the car.

The return journey was long and boring, with Nguyen Nightingale sitting in the back seat and sometimes looking at the windows. The rain washed onto the windows of the car, already blurring the outside world, and the rain outside quickly swept past in this blur, unable to see anything.

After looking at the window for a while, Nguyen Nightshade took out his phone again, tapped on the information you came and went to me before and looked at it silently. She didn't talk to her on her cell phone much before. I don't know when she started, but she used to send messages.

She likes it, even obsesses with it. It's really amazing, it's just some simple conversation going back and forth, but always thinking about looking back and forth.

Just thinking about it, the news came back, this time asking her: "When will you be back? ”

“Probably in the evening, I'll call you when I get there. ”

“Okay. I'm going to shoot later. Let's not talk about it. See you in the evening. ”

“See you in the evening. ”

She didn't return to the hotel where Yokosho's crew was located until around 6: 00. When Nguyen entered the room, she called Mo and told her she was back. There was still something busy over there, two people casually said a few words and hung up. Nguyen Nightingale stood in the cold room for a while, then opened the suitcase, touched it in a storage box with pieces, and finally touched out a watch.

This watch is silver, some old, looks like it's been used for years, it's kind of an old mechanical watch.

After the hotel fire, she took the old watch and cell phone back, but it was impossible for her to wear the old watch in the form of ink, and she kept it and didn't wear it again.

Nguyen Nightshang sat on the single sofa in the room, staring at the watch for a long time, looking at it, her eyes turned slightly red. She put the watch on her hand, carefully fastened the strap, sat on the sofa for a while, feeling tired like never before, but she had been in the car for so long, she had not bathed yet, did not want to go to bed, curled up on the sofa, closed her eyes for a rest.

This sleep fell asleep until the phone ringed and woke her up again. She was already feeling a little depressed. She was still chaotic when she went to sleep. She picked up her phone with a half-eyed touch. Someone on her phone asked her: "Did you have dinner? ”

When she heard this familiar voice, she woke up a little, but she replied with a little nagging: “... not yet. ”

"'Are you asleep? ”

“I just squinted in the room for a while. ”

A moment later, Mo Mo said: "Then wait for me and I'll come to you. ”

Nguyen Nightshade is now completely awake.

Tammy's coming to see her.

“It may take a while, and I'll come as soon as I can.” Mo added.

“... it's okay, I'll wait for you. ”

At the end of the call, Nguyen Nightshang immediately stood up from the couch, took off her watch and took her clothes to the bathroom to take a bath.

After the bath, the body also faded from the tiredness of the journey, relaxed a lot, and added some freshness after the bath. It took a while to take a bath. She waited a while to get dressed and the phone rang again. "I'm outside the door. ”

Nguyen Nightshade opened the door and saw Mo standing at the door. She still had a bag in her hand. Nguyen Nightshade measured it. "What's in there? ”

Mo walked into the room, came to the table and took out what was in the bag: "I bought you dinner. ”

Dinner was carefully packed by her in several insulated dining boxes, and Nguyen sat at the table with joy: “What dish? ”

Nor did the ink speak, unveiling the lid of one of the insulated dining boxes was an elbow of sauce, which had been sliced into thin slices, dipped in the sauce and dripping in colour.

Nguyen is stuck.

Ink opens another dining box with fresh and refreshing seasonal dishes, hot soup, and rice. She walked up to Nguyen Nightshade and handed him the chopsticks. "Eat while it's hot, just before it's done. ”

Nguyen looked at the box of sauce elbows.

Mo also noticed her gaze and said: “I saw you like to eat a sauce elbow when you were at the stable. I bought it for you this time. It's actually not convenient to eat a whole one. I've asked the chef to make the slices in advance, so you don't have to cut it yourself. ”

Nguyen Nightingale clamped a piece into his mouth.

Mo asked her, "How's it taste? ”

Nguyen nodded. “Delicious. ”

The ink color seemed reassuring, "Actually, it was made in the restaurant downstairs of the hotel. We had eaten there before, and I think the level of chef over there is okay. They also make sauce elbows and are heard to be treated and not greasy to eat. ”

“Have you had dinner? ”

Mo nodded: “Eat in the crew. ”

Nguyen Nightingale clipped another piece and handed it to Mo. "You try it too. ”

For a moment, she seemed hesitant, but she leaned over and Nguyen smoothly fed the sauce elbow into her mouth.

"You said at the stable that your mother's sauce elbow is delicious. You should actually like your mother's sauce elbow. This is made in the restaurant. It certainly doesn't taste like your mother. You'll eat a little. “

Chopsticks in Nguyen's hand.

As if the emotions that had been accumulating throughout the day had rapidly collapsed, her tears had suddenly fallen.

Momo glanced at her suddenly wet eyes, her hands and feet suddenly rose, she stood beside Nguyen Nightshade, the whole person seemed to be stuck.

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