Zhongqing sent Bai Hui home first. Liu Changan got off the car with her at Baolong Shopping Center and then walked back slowly. Zhongqing watched him stroll leisurely and parked the car, ready to go upstairs.
"The Third Young Miss is back." The elevator attendant smiled and said to Zhongqing.
"Thank you." Zhongqing was a little surprised. Logically speaking, Zhu Juntang would only come to Junsha with the Third Madam the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow was the Dragon Boat Festival, and she should be accompanying the old lady in Taiwan.
Zhu Juntang didn't even inform her. It was too unusual. Zhongqing walked into the elevator and took out her phone. After thinking for a while, she didn't ask for the reason.
Zhu Juntang wasn't in the garden or the viewing platform on the top floor. Instead, she was in a small living room. That day, after Liu Changan kicked Zhu Juntang into the swimming pool, Zhongqing received Liu Changan in this small living room.
Zhu Juntang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a teacup in her hand. Her fingers were white and soft, and her nails were pink. Holding the elegant snow-colored teacup, she was elegant and quiet.
As usual, Zhongqing took out her phone and took a photo of Zhu Juntang. Then she glanced at the tea set on the table and suddenly remembered that Liu Changan used one of the cups in this tea set to drink tea.
Could it be the cup that Zhu Juntang was holding now? Seeing something reminds me of her?
Zhu Juntang turned the cup around and looked at it. Then she put the cup to her lips and slowly touched it with her lips. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her long eyelashes trembled. Then she raised the cup and looked at the faint lip lines she left on the edge of the cup.
Zhongqing's heart palpitated. Was … was this conclusive evidence? Zhong Qing knew very well that Zhu Juntang would never use a cup that had been used by anyone else. All of her cutlery and tea sets were for her own use, not to mention the tea sets prepared for guests.
What's more, she was holding someone else's teacup and putting it next to her mouth … Only when a girl in love was infatuated with the other party would she feel the other party's breath, blush, and heartbeat indirectly kiss in this way, right?
"That day, when Liu Changan was drinking tea here, he used this cup, right?" Zhu Juntang immediately gave Zhong Qing a critical hit.
"I don't know … Why are you looking for his used cup?" Zhong Qing was in disbelief. Did Zhu Juntang really like Liu Changan?
"I remember that after he left that day, I kept the cup that he used. There shouldn't be any mistake." Zhu Juntang turned around and looked at Zhong Qing suspiciously. "Did you switch it?"
Zhong Qing didn't deny it. Zhu Juntang shook her head and continued to show an incomprehensible but excited expression.
"Third Young Miss, why are you back today?" Zhong Qing calmed down and asked.
"Zhu Changzhe's barely the mayor, he's thinking about the 2020 election. My mom said that if he really becomes the mayor, the Zhu family's investment in the mainland will be finished. Because of this, a bunch of people quarreled. Some people are naive enough to think that they can live comfortably on both sides for the rest of their lives … The old lady lost her temper and didn't want to see anyone, so I came back first …" Zhu Juntang thought for a while and said, "I have to set up camp here. Taiwan will be destroyed sooner or later. I don't want to be killed by hundreds of atomic bombs. Do you believe that Taiwan will be the first place in the world to be bombed by atomic bombs?"
"The first is Hiroshima, and how can they bomb Taiwan …" Zhong Qing admired Zhu Juntang's wild imagination and continued to ask, "Why are you looking for Liu Changan's used cup?"
Of course, Zhu Juntang wouldn't tell Zhong Qing that there would definitely be saliva left in the cup after drinking tea. Could the saliva be used to test something? She was very happy that someone told Zhu Juntang with certainty that the saliva contained human oral epithelial cells. This bit of saliva was very useful. When collecting clues at many crime scenes, the lip lines and saliva left on the cup were very important … But when Zhu Juntang brought this cup back to Taiwan, she didn't get any useful test results.
"I'm not telling you." Zhu Juntang tilted her head and repeated from left to right, "I'm not telling you … I'm not telling you …"
After saying that, Zhu Juntang took the cup and went back to her room. Then, she ran out to look for a pair of binoculars. After a long time, she couldn't find it, so she asked Zhong Qing to buy another one.
The last day of the holiday was the fifth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, the year of Ding You.
It was raining.
The continuous rain made people feel lazy. Kicking open the door, lying on the chair, Liu Changan poured a cup of realgar wine and a plate of rice dumplings, looking at the thin line of rain outside the door.
It would be good if he bought some plums to eat.
He also didn't know if the beans that were thrown in the corner would germinate in the rain.
"Changan gege, do you want to go to the river to see the little tadpoles looking for their mother?" Zhou Dongdong leaned against the wall and moved step by step to Liu Changan's house and brought the soy milk over.
"I'm not going."
"But when it rains, the little tadpoles will come out to look for their mother." Zhou Dongdong was disappointed.
"Have you ever eaten fried frogs with chili sauce?"
"What is a frogs?"
"Chickens in the field."
"How can there be chickens in the field?"
"In the past, there were many frogs in the lotus pond. They made noise all night, making it difficult for people to sleep. They were caught and eaten. The meat was better than chicken, so they were named frogs."
"How can you eat frogs? Frogs are beneficial insects!" Zhou Dongdong said angrily.
"Frogs are delicious. They are more delicious than dog meat and centipede meat."
Zhou Dongdong was not a child who only knew how to eat. After thinking for a while, she made up her mind: "You can't eat frogs. But if you have made it, can you give me some?"
"Yes." Liu Changan bit the soy milk bag and nodded.
Zhou Dongdong and Liu Changan looked at the rain together and drank the soy milk. After drinking, they went back.
Liu Changan was still lying on the chair with his eyes half closed.
After taking a nap for a while, it was almost noon. Such a leisure and idle holiday was much more comfortable than yesterday's picnic.
The rain seemed to be getting heavier. If he went out, he could use the oil paper umbrella that was newly painted with tung oil. At that time, looking at the pattering rain line outside the umbrella, would he also feel that the rainy alley was long and lonely? Would he also hope to meet the girl with the same color as bamboo, the same crispness, the same elegance?
Probably not. The so-called loneliness probably meant that he couldn't see the person he wanted to see. Except for memories, he had nothing.
But it was nothing. Liu Changan squinted his eyes and looked through the continuous rain. He couldn't help but sit up and then laughed in surprise.
The person who walked over was Qin Yanan.
She was holding a colorful umbrella. In such a gray and soft weather, it was especially bright and invigorating. She was wearing a long, sky-blue dress. The hem of the dress was a little wet, but it didn't sway. It stuck close to her calves, but it made her look taller. She carefully avoided swaying in the puddles of water. Her long hair didn't dance in front of her. It was probably because there was too much moisture in the air, suppressing her elegance.
She was carrying an insulated food box in her hand.
"My parents originally wanted to invite you to dinner, but great-grandfather said that you don't like to socialize and may not be willing to interact with too many people." Qin Yanan still obediently followed great-grandfather's instructions. "But the Dragon Boat Festival has to be more sumptuous. I prepared a soup and three dishes. Can you cook some rice? Let's have lunch together?"
"Thank you." Liu Changan nodded.
The soup Qin Yanan made was steamed chicken with astragalus. The tender hen that had not laid eggs was killed on the spot without water. After removing the internal organs, she stuffed one tael of astragalus. She put the chopsticks on the rack and steamed it in the pot. After steaming, the condensed soup was rich and fragrant.
The other three dishes were celery and lily stir-fried macadamia, steamed pork sausage and dried preserved meat, and stir-fried beef tendon. There were meat and vegetables and they could be eaten with rice.
"You made it?" Liu Changan was a little suspicious. Ye Sijin was not good at cooking. Miss Ye's mind was all on the revolution. Some of Liu Changan's cooking skills were also taught to Qin Peng.
Qin Yanan nodded with some satisfaction.
"If I marry you, I'll be blessed with good food. I also want a wife who can cook." Liu Changan smiled.
"Little cousin, are you flirting with cousin?" Qin Yanan blinked. "If you write a letter to my great-grandfather, I will cook for you every few days."
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