moonlight lure

Ji Yanchen hummed and looked out the window, but what he saw was not the sunset, but her face reflected on the glass: "It's very beautiful."

Song Shiwei didn't realize it, so she took a moment to meet his eyes in the glass.

She laughed a little embarrassedly, turned around and said seriously: "Officer Ji, it doesn't look like your first love, I want to consider adding some backbiting to you."

"You've already received the certificate. It's too late for you to regret it now, Mrs. Ji." He said seriously, "Besides, we now have a common house, and it will be very troublesome to split it up."

Song Shiwei whispered: "We are not the same children, what's the trouble?"

"If you say that, then I will work hard tonight." He poured her half a glass of red wine with a sanctimonious look on his face, "I hope you will cooperate more."

Song Shiwei scolded him, raised her cup and touched it lightly with him.

After putting down the cup, she swung the liquid in the glass and asked on a whim: "Have you ever imagined that we would have such a day?"

Ji Yanchen nodded.

She was a little curious: "When you had a crush on me before, what did you imagine we would be like after we got together? Is it similar to now?"

He was quiet for a moment: "Not exactly the same."

Song Shiwei scooped a small spoonful of cake into her mouth, raised her eyes and looked at him, waiting for his next words.

Ji Yanchen thought for a while and said quietly: "I imagined you to be very rational and cold. Even if you are with me, you should be aloof. There will be many things on your mind that I can't figure out."

She thought thoughtfully: "Do you think I'm too good to you now?"

He lowered his face and smiled: "You can say that if you want."

Song Shiwei laughed: "You really are."

After a pause, she thought of an elegant alternative, "cheap."

Ji Yanchen chuckled, took a sip of wine, and said slowly: "But I like you better now."

Even though I can be impulsive, stubborn, and awkward at times, I can also act coquettishly, show weakness, and joke with him.

This kind of her is not as distant and perfect as he imagined, but it makes him feel closer to her, more real and alive.

He leaned forward and held her hand on the table, pinching her ring finger with his fingertips: "I imagined before that if we were together."

He suddenly paused and lowered his eyes attentively, "Where is your ring?"

Song Shiwei was startled when she heard this, looked at her empty fingers, and a smile froze on her lips.

Song Shiwei's mind quickly rewinded. When she was taking pictures on the road, the ring was still there. Later, when they passed by a few street shops, they went in and went shopping for a long time. At that time, she tried on several handmade tassel shawls, and the ring was probably accidentally scratched off at that time.

She stood up with a solemn expression: "I'll go back and look for you."

Ji Yanchen quickly grabbed her wrist: "Where are you looking for it?"

She said softly and quickly: "The store just now probably lost it when I was trying on the shawl."

He calmly reassured: "Don't worry, eat first, and then go look for it after you finish."

Her tone was a little impatient: "You won't be able to find it if you go after eating!" He looked at her in silence for a moment, knowing that she was not in the mood to eat anymore, so he stood up: "Wait a few minutes, I'll go check out first."

After paying the money, when Ji Yanchen chased her out with the packed food, she had already stopped a taxi on the roadside.

Her calm expression was filled with anxiety, and she pursed her lips in silence.

He held her damp and cold hand and comforted in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if you lose it, just go back and buy another one."

Song Shiwei didn't reply and turned her face toward the window, her expression suppressed and ugly.

After the car stopped, she opened the door and walked quickly to the shop on the street without looking back. Ji Yanchen paid and followed into the shop.

There were several groups of customers in the store, and there was no monitoring equipment on the wall. Due to the language barrier, communication was not smooth. The few words of English the proprietress knew were limited to greetings and collecting money. It took her a long time to figure out that she had lost her ring, and she shook her head. Not picked up.

She hurried to the shelves and shook out the few shawls she had just tried on. When she didn't find them, she squatted on the ground and reached into the cracks under the cabinet to fumble. Ji Yanchen followed her and searched every corner of the store, but still found nothing.

Song Shiwei lowered her head in despair and was silent. Apart from this store, she could no longer think of where else she might have left it.

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, then stretched out his hand towards her. She stood up with the help of his arm, and the moment her eyes met his, her eyes suddenly turned red after having endured them for a long time.

Ji Yanchen was both distressed and amused. He hugged her with one hand and kissed her hair while whispering comfort: "You are so old, you still cry when you throw something away."

She remained silent and looked at him with tears in her eyes. He felt extremely soft, stroking her hair and coaxing her: "Let's talk about it after we go out, they still have business to do."

He held her hand and went out, thanking the landlady. When he reached the roadside and wanted to take a taxi, she suddenly stopped him: "I want to look for it again."

Ji Yanchen paused his arm: "Where else are you going to look for it?"

She remained silent. When he realized that she was referring to this road, he rubbed her face helplessly and said in a more serious tone: "Weiwei, it really doesn't matter, it's just a ring."

Her eyes were red, and she corrected him seriously with a nasal voice: "It's a ring."

He couldn't help laughing in his heart, and said with a serious face: "Then throw away this one of mine, I can't let yours stay here alone."

After saying that, he casually took off the ring and raised his hand to throw it away. Song Shiwei grabbed his hand eagerly, realizing that he was trying to make herself happy, feeling annoyed and blaming herself, so she pushed him.

Ji Yanchen took advantage of the situation and took the person into his arms and hugged him hard. His tone was gentle, but he could not scream: "It's getting late, it's hard to find you, and it's not safe. Go back to the hotel first, and be obedient."

The two returned to the hotel. Song Shiwei was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head hanging down in frustration. She was unhappy and the air pressure was very low. She didn't drink the water she was given or eat the fruits she washed.

Ji Yanchen looked at her from a distance for a long time, then came over and sat on a footstool in front of her. His long legs were bent somewhat, and he took her ankle and put it on his knee, quietly rubbing her calf.

The two of them remained silent, and the atmosphere in the room was quiet and depressing. The night wind outside the window was blowing in the jungle, and an unknown animal roared in the distance.

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and watched his movements. After a long time, she raised her eyes in a daze and her eyes collided with his.

They looked at each other silently, and after a few seconds, they both smiled without restraining themselves.

This is also one of the unique tacit understandings they have formed over the past year. Every time one of them gets depressed, they look at each other as if they have automatically entered into a childish game of "who laughs first".

And they couldn't hold on for long every time, because when they saw the efforts the other party made to relieve their negative emotions, they couldn't bear to let the other party endure no matter how much depression and unhappiness they had.