Waiting for you to fall a flower

"A sweet potato can buy you off. I didn't expect you to be so easy to handle."

Jing Ya bit his lip and turned to sarcastically say, "Are you regretting it now? You should have asked Li Da to buy sweet potatoes instead of Rose at noon. It would be easy to get rid of me, but unfortunately, you don't know that I like sweet potatoes at all, so you won't have such intentions!"

Ye Beicheng stopped talking and watched silently as she finished all the sweet potatoes in her hands, then turned around and went into the bathroom.

Jing Ya sat on the sofa for a while at first, but something came to her mind. She took out a brocade box from her bag, where there was a birthday present that she had not given out.

She wasn't going to give the gift back. In her opinion, she missed it or missed it. If it wasn't delivered to that person at that time and place, then everything would be meaningless.

So, she was ready to destroy it now. Since she made it herself, she would destroy it herself.

She quietly opened the door with the brocade box and walked out, holding a lighter in her hand, looking for a secluded place, spreading out the bamboo love book with strong feelings and expectations on the ground, and with a bang, she lit the lighter.

The orange flame fluttered like a ghost in the dark of the night. Jing Ya stared at the flames and couldn't bear it.

Thinking about the wounds on her hands and the wounds in her heart, she finally moved the flames to the bamboo slips.

...

When Ye Beicheng came out of the bathroom, he saw that jingya was not in the room. He went to the study in doubt, but there was no one for her. Then he went downstairs, and there was no one in the living room. Finally, he saw her squatting on the ground in a pile of burning flames.

As he approached the fire, he could gradually see her expression. Behind the flame, there was a sad face, red and translucent by the fire, and a pair of eyes, staring blankly at the burning thing on the ground, as if it had burned something that was obviously important but had to disappear.

For some reason, Ye Beicheng suddenly felt something sting her heart. It hurt.

"What are you burning?"

He suddenly squatted down beside her and asked.

Jing Ya had been immersed in grief and did not notice his arrival. His sudden words startled her so much that she quickly pushed the unfinished bamboo slips into the fire.

"Nothing."

The more she tried to hide it, the more curious Ye Beicheng became. He reached out to grab a small piece of bamboo from the fire and jingya went to grab it. He hid behind her and questioned her, "What is mysterious?"

"No matter what you do, give it back to me!"

Ye Beicheng took a few steps back, walked to a place with light, looked up carefully, and did not know what was written on the burned place, but there was a sentence that was clearly preserved: "There should be at least one time in my life that I forget myself for someone..."

He was stunned and didn't understand what this meant. He just felt very uncomfortable.

Inexplicable feeling, it seemed to be happy, but also seemed to be sad.

"What is this?"

Ye Beicheng turned to ask Jing Ya behind her. She looked at him blankly and said, "My heart, something that others don't cherish."

He thought jingya was referring to Di Tengyu, because he had never seen it before, so it was not for him.

"I just went out for dinner, and when I came back, I burned this. Did that guy make you sad?"

Jing Ya glared at him angrily and cursed, "Go to hell!"

She turned and left without turning her head back. Her tears soon wet the corners of her eyes. She never understood Ye Beicheng's feelings for her, but she thought he understood at least.

Ye Beicheng ran after her and grabbed her arm, "Why are you treating me like this now?" He was a little disappointed.

"Think about what you did to me first!"

Jing Ya broke free of his hand, ran upstairs and slammed the door shut. Perhaps it was because she was so angry that the door closed so loudly that she woke Mrs. Ye up. She rushed out angrily and roared, "What are you doing in the middle of the night? Keep your husband's heart in check if you can, and don't make trouble if you can't!"

After saying that, she went back to her room swearing and leaning against the door, jingya finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Ye Beicheng pushed open the door and saw her sitting on the floor with her face buried in the crook of her arm and her shoulders trembling slightly. His heart inexplicably ached.

"Get up."

He reached out and pulled her, but Jing Ya didn't let him. So he squatted in front of her and said earnestly, "I don't blame you. Why are you crying?"

She was so angry that she raised her tear-filled face and pushed Ye Beicheng, who was squatting on the ground, to the floor.

Are you a pig? You are not a pig! Pigs have more brains than you!"

She reached out her palms to show Ye Beicheng his fingers, "Look carefully. What did my hand look like to get you a birthday present? Even if you don't understand, please don't hurt me with words!"

She got up angrily and said to the stunned Ye Beicheng, "Also, you have no reason to blame me. Even if I am because of Di Tengyu, you have not. I borrowed a word from you before. If you want to blame others, think about it first!"

She locked herself in the bathroom, and Ye Beicheng asked her through the door, "What did you do to hurt your finger?"

"Did you not know that my finger was hurt if I didn't tell you?"

After a brief silence, he sighed, "Is that what you burned? That bamboo stick?"

"It's not a bamboo stick, it's a love letter from bamboo slips!"

Ye Beicheng seemed to be thinking about what a love letter from bamboo slips was. After a while, he asked softly, "You made it yourself and prepared it for my birthday?"

Jing ya snorted and asked him, "Why didn't you know my hand was hurt?"

He didn't say anything, and she added, "That's because you didn't hold my hand, so you don't know."

"Come out and talk." Ye Beicheng knocked on the bathroom door.

Jing Ya didn't seem to hear it. She stayed alone for a long time and finally came out. She was lying peacefully on the bed. Ye Beicheng circled her from behind, didn't say anything, and just hugged her quietly.

In the middle of the night, Jing Ya's hand was gently pulled over by a pair of warm big palms. First it was warm in his hand, then it was lifted up, and finally it was placed on his lips. He gently, gently, and gently kissed her fingers, one by one, ten fingers all carefully kissed once.

She felt Ye Beicheng's kiss in the dark. In fact, the moment he reached out, she woke up. Ever since that night, Ye Beicheng took a phone call and left, she had been so sensitive every night.

Yang Qianxue's appointment had been bothering Jing Ya so much that she had been absent-minded all day, wondering why she wanted to ask her out and what she wanted to say.

Jing Ya actually didn't want to go, because she knew that she only heard some sad things when she went. Yang Qianxue didn't know about her relationship with Ye Beicheng, so she would hug Ye Beicheng's arm, act coquettishly and ask him to accompany her for a walk, then ask about their good memories of the past...

Thinking of this, she felt a headache, and her heart ached even more.

But she couldn't go either. She had promised last night that she could understand the agony of being stood up.

She, Yu Jingya, did not break her promise like some people!

After work, she took a taxi to the villa. When Ye Beicheng came out of the office, she was already gone. Looking at the empty seat, he sighed, thinking that she had gone to look for Di Tengyu again.

On the way, Jing Ya called Yang Qianxue back and told her that she had come.

She got out of the car and saw yang qianxue standing in front of the villa waving her arms at her. The smile on her face was as beautiful as a flower.

"Jing Ya, thank you for coming."

"No, can I help you?"

She stood opposite Yang Qianxue, stared into her eyes and asked softly.

"You haven't eaten yet, right? I haven't eaten either. I'll take you to a seafood restaurant. It's not far ahead. How about we walk and talk?"

Jing Ya nodded.

The two of them walked along the beach. Yang Qianxue didn't seem to have much to say today. She kept looking down at the sand pit under her feet and her hands looked a little flustered.

"Will ye not come to accompany you tonight?"

Jing Ya pretended to ask casually and called Ye Beicheng Ye Boss. As soon as she spoke, she laughed at herself. Yu Jingya, you're useless. Even you can't bear to hurt this woman around you. How can Ye Beicheng bear to hurt her?

"He's been busy lately, but he calls me twice a day."

Yang Qianxue answered softly, her head hanging down.

"Oh..."

Jing Ya didn't ask any more questions. She felt that if she did, she would be torturing herself.

At the seafood restaurant, Yang Qianxue asked her what she liked to eat, and Jing Ya answered casually, "Crab."

"Okay."

Qianxue ordered crabs with the waiter and ordered less chili.

"By the way, do you eat crabs? You can order something else if you don't like it. You don't have to depend on me."

Jing Ya said to her quickly. Yang Qianxue shook his head and smiled, "It's okay. I like it too."

She added, "But Ye Boss doesn't like it. He's allergic to seafood."

"Hehe, really? I don't even know that."

Jing Ya felt that she was smiling. Ye Beicheng was her husband. They had dinner together for half a year. Would she not know?

"You don't know much. He's such a person. I can't finish him in a day."

Yang Qianxue had a sweet smile on her face, and Jing Ya was very uncomfortable. She deliberately changed the subject, "This seafood restaurant is doing well. There are so many customers."

"Yeah, I used to pester North city to bring me here two days ago. Every time he watched me eat, it was so boring."

"...

Jing Ya felt speechless. She changed the subject to avoid Ye Beicheng, but yang qianxue kept circling around him.

Fortunately, the waiter delivered the crabs in time. They weighed a whole kilo and finished in half an hour.

In fact, Jing Ya didn't eat much. Yang Qianxue was eating all the time. She seemed to be venting something. One by one, she ate into her mouth, not even throwing up her bones.

"I didn't expect you to be so skinny after eating so much."

Jingya laughed and teased. Yang Qianxue wiped the grease off her hands with a tissue and smiled, "Yes, I can eat. North city used to call me a foodie."