MTL - Peach and Plum Do Not Speak (The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms)-Chapter 112

Yan Xi stayed in Chengdu for several days and was too comfortable to leave.

She is leisurely, wandering the Kuanzhai Alley during the day and watching Sichuan Opera at night. The next day, go to Wuhou Temple, the legendary red wall and bamboo shadow, and then go to Jinli to eat snacks.

On the third day, I went to Du Fu Thatched Cottage and continued to visit Jinli. She is not in a hurry at all, she enjoys slowly walking around and taking pictures. I don't want to walk around and watch flowers. In the evening, she went to the "Lotus Mansion" to drink.

Most of her photos will be posted in the circle of friends. After such frequent pictures, she was blocked by her family.

Only one person did not block her.

An Zhi will give her a thumbs up, as usual, no comments.

Yan Xi also found out from her talk that she was preparing for the exam recently.

Is it going to be Christmas? I don't know if she wants to come back, Yan Xi couldn't catch any traces in the circle of friends.

She can actually test her out, just like last time.

Thinking of it, Yan Xi's cheeks were slightly hot.

Obviously, the phrase "rabbits are cuter" is a joke between relatives and friends, and I don't believe it. When she had done this, she was ashamed in secret.

Moreover, it was discovered that the grouping is not absolutely hidden, because it is easy to be seen through.

Just like she also knew that An Zhi had grouped her individually, only she understood that photo.

For that sentence, An Zhi did not like or comment.

Yan Xi didn't like or comment on that photo.

Yan Xi's heart went up and down, and he didn't even know what to think. Unexpectedly, An Zhi took that toy with her, and she treasured it for so many years, she almost forgot to remember it. Yan Xi's heart fainted with a strong sour pity.

An Zhi has been fetishizing since he was a child, probably because he lost too much in his childhood, and he is not greedy, just a little is fine.

What a blessing to be able to be loved by her.

Regardless of gender, age, and their relationship, An Zhi is a very good love object. She is young, beautiful, innocent, talented, affectionate, and gentle.

But if she hadn't grown up by her side, they wouldn't have met, and she wouldn't have known An Zhi...

As soon as this thought came to mind, Yan Xi's heart ached, as if she had erased the days An Zhi spent with her.

During these days, she struggled repeatedly, unable to sort out her worries. One is the young An Zhi she takes care of, and the other is the lovely Tao Tao who is moved by her heart.

Sometimes the girl she was holding in the dream would turn into a little girl, awakening her, condemning herself, and couldn't help but nostalgic for the feeling of holding her.

Her fingers caressed the screen of the phone lightly.

An Zhi hasn't posted selfies for a long time, why don't you post a few more?

The environment in the music bar was good. The singer on the stage held the bar guitar and hummed lightly. Yan Xi took a sip of wine and someone came over.

"I've seen you for a long time, have something on your mind?"

She is the proprietress of the homestay. These days, they will say hello when they meet.

Yan Xi smiled and nodded to her.

The proprietress painted delicate makeup, was alone, and smiled at her. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are open, this is a woman with a story, and her smile is also a bit vicissitudes.

At this moment, her cell phone rang, she picked it up, her expression changed, and she immediately became soft: "I'm drinking, um, then come and pick me up later." Hanging up the phone, she still had a smile on her lips .

Chao Yanxi smiled and said, "The children at home."

"?" Yanxi questioned.

"My husband." The lady boss smiled.

"Yeah." Yan Xi didn't know what to say, so he could only nod his head again.

She remembered that her husband, who was many years younger than her, had a very good relationship.

Maybe it's because people with good feelings have to tell others, maybe it's because the proprietress thinks Yan Xi has a good eye for it, or maybe it's because the atmosphere in the bar is too good.

"He's 18 years younger than me, and I'm actually under a lot of pressure," she said.

Yan Xi paused, thinking about gossip.

But this proprietress knows how to arouse the curiosity of others, and is very good at telling stories. Yan Xi smiled, and she followed her words: "But I think your relationship is very good."

"Well... I used to be his teacher when he was 15 years old."

Yan Xi choked, 15 years old is also...

But when she thought of An Zhi, she didn't dare to say anything.

"Haha, we didn't fall in love when he was 15, but we did have a crush on each other at the time. He came to see me when he was in college, and we got together."

The proprietress spoke slowly, her eyes soft.

Yan Xi: "…"

"Of course there were a lot of obstacles in the middle. His mother, many people opposed it. Later, he couldn't become a teacher. We insisted on it until he graduated. We came to Chengdu to start a business and do business. Now it's finally getting better."

Yan Xi said sincerely, "Congratulations."

The proprietress looked over, and meant something: "My story is finished, it's your turn."

Yan Xi smiled, "I don't have such a wonderful story."

The proprietress smiled: "Every single person who comes to travel must have a story. Most of them are trapped by love. My fun in these years is listening to stories."

Yan Xi was silent and asked, "Can I ask one more question?"

The lady boss looked at her, "Of course."

"He is so much younger than you, how do you determine your heart? After all, he was once your student..."

The proprietress giggled: "It's not without hesitation, but the attraction is too great. The thing between men and women is actually very simple." She meant something.

Yan Xi was stunned, not knowing what happened next.

The proprietress glanced at her with a smile, "Why, your situation is the same as mine?"

Yan Xi lowered his head and took a sip of the wine. She whispered, "She's so much younger than me, and I feel guilty."

She looked a little dazed, lowered her eyebrows, her eyelids were deep, and her skin was very delicate and translucent.

The proprietress shrugged, "It doesn't matter, it's enough to be an adult. You don't have to care about other people's opinions, the world always loves to gossip."

Yan Xi paused, then continued: "She grew up beside me since she was a child, and she is my junior."

The proprietress raised her eyebrows and said hesitantly, "That's really a bit..."

Yan Xi glanced at her sideways, and simply said, "She's a girl."

"Cough cough cough cough!" The proprietress was choked abruptly, and she was completely speechless for several seconds.

Then she took a sip of wine under cover, she couldn't help it, she grinned and laughed, "Wow."

Yan Xi pursed her lips and laughed softly.

"Come here, I'll give you a toast." The proprietress moved the wine glass over and gently tapped the rim of her glass.

Yan Xi drank a few cups and came out. The cool breeze blew her, and the alley spread quietly under the swaying night lights.

Yan Xi felt an unprecedented sense of ease. It turned out that it was not difficult to admit his own voice.

She chuckled softly and sighed leisurely.

It was dark and cool, and there was a layer of white rain and fog. Yan Xi avoided the eaves, took the mobile phone, and slid to the circle of friends.

The screen lights up.

There is a selfie.

It was morning on her side, she was biting a piece of toast, bulging her face, the morning light reflected her clear black eyes, she was wearing an apricot sweater with thick needles, and a creamy white neck was exposed.

The picture reads: The last class, yeah!

Yan Xi stared at it for a while, and a voice echoed in her heart, she wanted to see her, she wanted to see her.

This voice, like worrying about her repentance, or worrying about her lack of courage, echoed and repeated over and over again, occupying her entire thoughts densely.

Her heart was pounding, in a sparsely populated alley.

Then she called, and she heard her own rapid heartbeat, and even her breathing was a little hurried. She didn't answer. She called again, and after a few moments, Liu Yiyi's voice rose: "Yan Xiaowu, what's the matter?"

"You go to my house now. I'll tell you where my passport is. You SF Express give it to me."

"…Now?"

"That's fine tomorrow..."

"...Okay, I'll be there early tomorrow morning."

Hanging up the phone, she counted the time and estimated that she would be there the day after tomorrow. For the next two days, Yan Xi was absent-minded and could not wait to set the time.

She boarded the plane in the afternoon. After 17 hours, she slept peacefully. When she woke up, it was already morning, and she got off the plane in good spirits.

The air was cold, blue sky and white clouds, and the festive atmosphere was strong. She wrapped her clothes tightly and entered Harvard University all the way. This is a world-class institution, and Anzhi studies here.

The corners of Yan Xi's lips curled into a smile.

She knew where An Zhi lived and walked all the way downstairs to her apartment.

Yan Xi put his hand in his pocket, suddenly timid, and his courage was gone.

"I'm just here to travel..."

"Come and see you..."

"I came here with my colleague, her child is going to study abroad..."

She wrinkled her face suddenly, and then rubbed her facial features. This excuse was too bad. She paced back and forth.

At this time, the door downstairs opened, and Yan Xi conditionally hid behind the tree.

But the person who came out made her stunned.

Tall and thin body, light gray hair color, deep and fair face, the whole person is extremely bright. She recognized this girl.

Xu Jiaer.

It was An Zhi who came out from behind, Yan Xi's eyes were on her, she hid her neck in a big sweater, her black hair was loose and fluffy, she seemed to have just woken up not long ago, she yawned a little and rubbed it. Eyes down, muttering something. Xu Jiaer took her hand, smiled and said something, pulling her forward.

An Zhi couldn't seem to beat her, so he had to follow in her footsteps.

There was snow on the ground, she slipped under her feet, Xu Jiaer turned around in time to hug her, and patted her head. An Zhi scratched his hair, said something, and walked forward by himself.

Yan Xi couldn't take it any longer, she looked away.