See You Tonight, Master Su

Back at home, Tong Hua did nothing else and fell asleep on the bed.

It was not until the night outside turned into a black ocean that she slowly sat up.

It was quiet in the bedroom. Su Minglang hadn't come back yet. Because she had told her before, and no one came to disturb her, and no one came to ask her for dinner. Leaning against a big pillow, she was staring blankly at the warm yellow wall lamp, combing her mind, trying to get her memories back, but she couldn't.

Forget it! Just think about what she should ask Su Minglang when he comes back later.

Su Minglang...

When she thought of that name, her chest felt stuffy again.

It seemed that she had really forgotten a lot of memories about him in order to forget him... It seemed that she really couldn't string up the bits and pieces, so she had to wait for him to explain herself.

Sighing, she banged on her head again, closed her eyes, and slowly lay on the bed, her mind shaking with images that were forbidden. Someone's smiling face, someone's crying face, someone's scolding face, someone's all kinds of faces. And those blurry images, like her incomplete memory, were all blurry.

She kept thinking until Su Minglang's footsteps appeared in the bedroom.

He brought in a hot tray with her dinner.

"Why not eat?"

Tong Hua turned and looked at him without saying a word.

With cold eyes, Su Minglang put the tray on the bedside table, sat down on the edge of the bed, held her by the shoulder, put her in front of her chest, and asked softly.

"Tong Hua, what do you want to ask?"

Under the light, the man's angular face was still so handsome and beautiful. But the slight frown revealed his uneasy mind. Tong Hua pursed his lips and looked at his features bit by bit. Finally, his eyes fell on his head and he raised his hand gently.

Su Minglang tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

"Don't move!" Tong Hua roared at him. He straightened up and shook his head. His fingertips rested on a spot above his head. He frowned and whispered, "Why is there a white hair?"

With her head slightly lowered, Su Minglang allowed her to scratch her head. "Old!"

"Old what old? He's not even thirty yet." With all his strength in his hands, Tong Hua took off the white hair and looked at it in the light. He said slowly, "It's not that you're old, it's that you worry too much."

Su Minglang was silent.

The next second, he let go of her and brought the cold porridge from the bedside table. He scooped it up and handed it to her mouth before slowly saying, "Tong Hua, we had a deal before. When I was 30 years old, I would travel around the country together and have a bunch of little ghosts. Now that I think about it, time really flies."

Speaking of this, his eyes filled with a smile.

The first love when you were young always had the most beauty.

Tong Hua's face darkened for a moment. He fed himself without saying a word. He just kept looking at his handsome face, half bright and half dark, thinking about what the two of them had gone through all these years.

"What are you thinking if you don't talk?" After feeding her another mouthful, Su Minglang said it very easily, but the topic clearly came to her mouth obediently, waiting for her to ask him about Chen Yue.

"I was thinking about the first time we met, but I couldn't remember." Looking up, Tong Hua suddenly smiled. "Minglang, do you remember? Tell me."

Su Minglang took a tissue from the side to wipe her mouth and smiled.

"What impressed me more was the first time we slept together. Do you want to hear it?"

Tong Hua gave him a reproachful look and sighed bitterly. "Hateful. I really can't remember anything from my first sleep."

Reaching out to brush her hair, Su Minglang smiled softly and said, "The first time we met, you were blushing in front of our school. You sent me a love letter and ran away. At that time, you were only 13 years old. You were as green as a small green fruit, with a big ponytail, long hair, and eyes like two black grapes, riding an old-fashioned bicycle. You were seduced by my beauty. You rode your bike straight to me and shouted'love letter for you...'"

Beauty, seduction, seduction?

He had the nerve to say it.

Tong Hua curled her lips. Clearly, it was a love letter for someone else. Su Minglang continued to speak without shame. "When I looked at your small figure back then, I really doubted if you had the strength to ride with me... But it turned out that Tong Hua, who was 13 years old, was not only very loving and lustful, but also very strong. After that letter was given to me, he rode his bike and ran away again. The bike was winded by you, and you drove through the streets and into the alleys. You soon got rid of the people behind you..."

"And into the streets." Tong Hua looked at him in a daze. Why is Su Minglang's adjective so tricky?

"Maybe your age was when you were a fan of the wind... Well, when my child gave a love letter, he was not afraid at all, nor did he think what would happen after he gave it. His face was full of excitement, and he was so cute that he wanted to pinch it. By the way, Tong Hua, did I ever tell you that the first time I saw you, I thought you had to be my woman?"

Eh!

Tong Hua smiled and patted his furry hands off his face.

"Have you always been so overbearing? It used to be, too?"

"Wrong!" Su Minglang chuckled and fed her another mouthful of porridge. "My husband's temper is much better now. At that time, how dare you be presumptuous in front of me? It's like the first time we ever did that, I dragged that fat Zhang Long out and gave him a good beating."

Tong Hua spat at him, a feeling that her thoughts could not keep pace with him, making her laugh and cry, but also a little depressed. "So you not only now, but also in the past, have always bullied me like this?"

Looking at her, Su Minglang smiled with an earth-shattering smile.

"Are you okay? But we always laughed about that."

"Are you laughing at me, or am I laughing at you?" She stared at him, her face full of emotion.

After a pause, Su Minglang suddenly put down the bowl and held her face in both hands. She rubbed her face with her fingers bit by bit. The warm and gentle touch, along with the clear breath of his body, enveloped her in the middle of the net.

"Tong Hua."

"Hmm?"

As soon as she folded her arms, Su Minglang pulled her from under the blanket and held her in his arms. Suddenly, her voice became gloomy. Compared to the time when she smiled and told her about the past, she looked a little chilly.

"Promise me not to see Zhang Long again."

Tong Hua's heart shook and he raised his eyes. "Why? Just because he told me about Chen Yue?"

The expression on Su Minglang's face darkened and her arms tightened around her.

"If you want to know something, you can ask me directly."

Holding the corner of his mouth, Tong Hua's eyes moved slowly across his face until they met his eyes, which were as deep as an ancient well, before he asked with a gentle smile, "Will you tell me if I ask?"

"You asked."

Tong Hua narrowed her eyes. "My aunt... Is Chen Yue really alive?"

The two of them were less than five centimeters apart, and their eyes met. Her face was stubborn, and his eyes were cold, deep as the sea, and he could not tell how much emotion he was hiding. He hesitated for more than a minute before he told her slowly.

"Now, I'm not sure."

Not really?

Tong Hua's face was full of confusion. "Why?"

"Because she doesn't look alike."

"Minglang." After some consideration, Tong Hua asked, "Can I see her?"

"No!" This time, without hesitation, Su Minglang rejected her request directly. But after he finished, he probably felt that his voice was a little heavy. Afraid of scaring her, he quickly softened his tone and comforted her gently. "Tong Hua, this matter, when the results come out, I will give you an explanation. Now that there is no Minglang, it is unnecessary to say anything."

"I met her. Maybe I can give you some advice?"

Looking at her persistent eyes, Su Minglang felt a surge of uneasiness in his heart.

"If Chen Yue is really alive, what are you going to do?"

There was a suffocation in his heart, and Tong Hua lowered his eyelids. "Not much."

One hand lifted her chin up, and Su Minglang was facing her. He tightened her waist with the other hand and asked in a low voice, with a smile on his face, "Tong Hua, sometimes I wonder if I'm more important to you than the Tong family. Why do you always meet their family instead of hiding?"

Tong Hua frowned as his body fell into his arms and hurt from his strangulation.

"How can this be assumed?"

Somewhere in his heart, the smell of acetic acid quickly drifted to his brain. Su Minglang's hands tightened and held her even tighter, so tightly that she was almost in his arms. His voice was as sour as it had been in a vinegar jar.

"Why can't you assume that the grave in your heart is not buried by the Tong family?"

The grave of the heart?