Throwing down my husband: reuniting in a forgotten time

There are very few people who like to eat Beijing preserved fruit nowadays, and she alone still misses its taste.My favorite is the candied apple, which is so sweet that it hurts my teeth.

No one would understand her hobby, such as Dong Miaomiao, or him now.

"You like this?" He was clearly surprised.

"It's okay!" She didn't explain why, but just smiled.The man in front of me has forgotten how long, long ago, he himself stuffed a handful of candied fruit into her hand, wiped her tears awkwardly, and said to her, "Don't cry, I'll give you candy, come from Beijing!" of it!"

He didn't drive a little turtle today, but changed to Yanzhuang's car, thinking that sitting in a little turtle is also very awkward, so he couldn't help laughing again.

He gave her a weird look while driving the car, and he couldn't understand why she had so many fun things...

I drove the car downstairs to her radio station, remembered what my mother told me, and asked, "What time do you leave work? I'll pick you up."

"No need! It's very late, so don't bother." She really hoped that she would not be a burden to him and would not cause him any trouble. For so many years, she had been walking alone at night, and she was used to it.

"What time?" He frowned.He has always done things in the style of the army, saying what he says, he doesn't like so many politeness, and he doesn't like hypocritical pushback.

"11:30." Facing his firm tone, she said neatly.

"Well, I'll pick you up." His mother told him in the morning, Tao Zi is a nice girl, since she is married, treat her well and live a good life.Perhaps, on this point, the mother was right.

"Okay." She sat in the car for a while, didn't hear him say anything else, so she got out of the car.It took a while before she dared to look back, and under the icy sunlight where the snow had just melted, there was no shadow of his car.

Ning Zhenqian's eyes were a little dignified, and he was driving in another direction when his cell phone rang suddenly, it was Yan Zhuang calling.

"Mom." He called in a low voice.

"Little Zhen! Where are you?" Yan Zhuang's tone was cautious and he couldn't hide his joy. His son finally married a wife, and the big thing was already on his mind, so why not be happy?

"She went to work and drove the car."

"Are you alone?" Yan Zhuang's tone immediately became alert, "Where are you planning to go again?"

He didn't speak, and silence meant acquiescence.

"Xiao Zhen! It's been so many years..."

"Mom!" He knew that his mother was going to repeat the old story again, so he interrupted first, "I know how to do it."

Yan Zhuang sighed, "Xiao Zhen, you are married now, you should think about everything from Tao Zi's point of view, and don't do things that make her sad."

"I understand, Mom, I have a sense of propriety." Marriage... Tao Zi... these strange words pierced his heart with dull pain.

"It's good to know! What about dinner? You come back to eat?" Yan Zhuang asked worriedly.

dinner?He really didn't think about this question. She will go to work from now until 11:30, where will she have dinner?

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