Professor Wen's little Jiaojiao is sweet and soaring

Chapter 27 The Moon
Listening to the conversation, Wen Jin suddenly became a little curious about the woman in front of him.

In his 28 years of age, this was the first time he had encountered a completely different personality.

It's a little fresh, but also a little curious, which makes people want to find out.

Aunt Gao was busy in the kitchen.

Finally, four bowls of noodles were served on the table.

He greeted the three people in the living room, "Xiao Xuan, Xiao Jiang, Xiao Wen, come over for dinner."

Jiang Ning got up first, followed by Wen Jin, and finally Gu Xuan who was immersed in memories.

Noodles of the same thickness are served with green vegetables, fried golden eggs, and sprinkled with shallots. Four bowls of fragrant noodles come out of the pan.

"I was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to prepare anything, so I cooked a few bowls of noodles and made do with it. I'll cook a big table for you tomorrow."

Although it can't be said to be absolutely delicious, Gu Xuan felt that what he ate was not noodles, but the taste in his memory.

I think back then, when nothing had changed, it was like now, a few bowls of noodles, noisy and noisy.

Unlike now, deserted and lonely.

Seeing that there was no response, Aunt Gao was not only not unhappy, but even happier.

Aunt Gao didn't touch the noodles on the table, but talked about interesting things over the years.

Occasionally, Jiang Ning responded with a few words, and more often Wen Jin accompanied him.

After eating the noodles, I chatted with Aunt Gao for a while.

After all, I am too old to stay up late.

Go back to your room.

There are several bedrooms on the second floor, Jiang Ning opened one of the doors.

On the door hangs an instruction card that says Moon.

Behind the door, it remains unchanged, maintaining the original appearance of the year.

But there is no dust, so it can be seen that someone will take care of it every day.

A room full of dolls, orange curtains, a cradle on the window sill, and a wardrobe of white and blue skirts, warm and a little deserted.

There is a group photo beside the bed.

The people in the group photo are smiling brightly, with different appearances, but they all have the same hope for a better future.

Jiang Ning picked up the group photo, and swept everyone with his pale fingertips.

Everyone's eyebrows and eyes reappeared, evoking the period deep in Jiang Ning's memory.

After half an hour, Jiang Ning glanced into the room and closed the door.

Go to the next room.

There is still an instruction card hanging on the door, which is the name of Jiang Ning's favorite flower.

magnolia.

Still unchanged.

The night is dark, and the moonlight refracts from mid-air.

Jiang Ning, who was asleep, frowned, as if having a nightmare.

"A-Ning, A-Ning, the apricot blossoms are blooming outside."

"Ah Ning, let me tell you a secret, I like Gu Xinghe."

"Aning, I should go."

In the dream, the face of a girl appeared repeatedly, from being lively and cheerful at the beginning to reticent later.

The screen changes.

A gentle and gentle woman was sitting in front of the window, as if sensing something, she turned around and smiled softly, "Ah Ning, you are here."

"Sister Changning."

"How is the moon?"

"still the same."

The woman was a little worried, but she still didn't show it on her face, "It's been cold recently, wear more clothes."

In the end, it ends with blood on the road.

Jiang Ning got up abruptly and spent 5 minutes calming down.

Pick up the phone, seven fifty.

The sky outside was overcast, and it began to rain lightly.

The door was knocked.

"Miss Jiang?"

With Wen Jin's voice, Jiang Ning opened the door slowly.

Seeing that the other party was still the same as last night, Wen Jin said good morning and retreated to the room.

first floor.

Aunt Gao and Gu Xuan were sitting on the sofa.

The TV was ringing, which didn't affect the chatting between the two of them in the slightest.

"Xiaoxuan, when are you leaving?" Aunt Gao was actually very reluctant for them to leave, but they should not be trapped by the past and should move forward.

(End of this chapter)