Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Ni Chenjun stopped when he wanted to open the door. He listened to Ni Chenxi's grievances in his mobile phone. He couldn't say what he felt. He felt sour and astringent. He felt that he had grown up and felt a little distressed.

In the past, Ni Chenxi would not consider whether he had the qualification of "need or can". He just took it for granted, but now he finally realized that he didn't deserve it. In other words, whether to give or not, whether to "can" or not was in the hands of his brother.

Ni Chenjun stood at the door. What emerged in his mind were Ni Chenxi, who had no other scenery to publicize, but he had no impression of Ni Chenxi, who seemed to be transparent now.

He suddenly wanted to see Ni Chenxi now.

"Where are you now? I'll pick you up."

Ni Chenxi didn't answer his question, but asked him, "does my brother want to see me or miss me?"

Want to see you, or want to.

Do you want to see this person now or before.

Ni Chenjun finally realized that Ni Chenxi's tone was fierce today. It seemed that in addition to the first few spoiled words, the next words wanted to poke directly into his heart.

Ni Chenxi finished saying, and didn't give Ni Chenjun any chance to say anything. She just said a word quickly and hung up the phone with a beep——

"I'll take a taxi back."

Ni Chenjun looked at the hanging up page and suddenly wondered whether Ni Chenxi's psychological endurance was too poor or whether he really hurt Ni Chenxi's heart.

Ni Chenxi, who is covered with thorns, is very strange and not the Ni Chenxi he wants.

Ni Chenjun stopped at the door for a moment, looked at the mobile phone, stopped the screen, gathered his thoughts and opened the door.

Ni Chenxi likes his crispy oysters best. Once in autumn, he must have a small meal every three days and a big meal every five days. He eats his belly round all the time. Sea cucumbers are difficult to deal with, but he can make oysters well before he comes back.

It was a little late. Ni Chenjun didn't take much, so he took eight. He washed the oysters, pried open the oyster shell with a knife to remove the internal sundries, dug out the oyster meat and put it into a bowl to marinate it with wine and salt.

While curing, he began to mix the baking sauce, melt a small piece of butter, beat an egg yolk, add flour, and stir until there is no granular paste.

Then he washed the pickled oysters, dried them, put them back into the oyster shell, sprinkled with roast sauce, carefully placed them in the baking tray one by one, and finally pushed them into the microwave oven for 7 minutes.

He cooked this dish skillfully, so before Ni Chenxi came back, he had a long time to think about Ni Chenxi.

Ni Chenjun sits in the kitchen waiting for roasted oysters, but Ni Chenxi nests on the bench downstairs and looks at the sky in a daze.

He seldom lied to Ni Chenjun. Even if he lied, Ni Chenjun would find out at the first time.

But he lied today. He wasn't at the airport. As early as an hour ago, he took a taxi back to the peak of the century.

He missed him very much, so he wanted to give Ni Chenjun a surprise. He wanted to jump out and hold him when he inadvertently turned the corner, hang on him like a sloth, talk to him about how hard he was and how tired he was, and he would take out the gifts he brought him by magic, and then tell him that he bought it for him with the bonus he got from participating in the competition.

He also pretended to be generous and tolerant and said that he didn't blame him, because he had a good time in the United States, made many friends, met kind tutors, learned a lot of knowledge details that could not be learned in China, and saw the world's most famous original English mathematics masterpiece.

These pictures have been lingering in his mind since he was leaving the United States. Like movies, they are played repeatedly one after another, fresh as if they really happened, not his imagination.

He considered everything well, detailed to Ni Chenjun's surprised expression, surprised tone, and warm hug.

However, before he hid his body, the reality threw him a hard slap in the face. He saw his thinking brother come out of the strange unit, with a gentle face and a smile on his mouth, which was the tenderness he had never seen before.

He is not familiar with the unit building, but he is familiar with the household living on the eighth floor.

He made up lessons for her, told her questions, had conflicts with her, and wrote love letters by mistake. He even knew how ashamed she was of her brother.