Finally, I took out the pastry and two crumpled apples from the refrigerator.

Meng Yingning was amazed at the sight.

Not only her, Jiang Ge stood beside him: "I don't know if my brother Wang can do this."

"have no idea."

Meng Yingning said sincerely that Chen Wang is a person who can't even cook noodles. In the past, the two of them usually go to a dessert shop not far from home. When she was in college, she came back during the winter vacation and found that the dessert shop was quit.

"It's normal for you not to know," said Jiang Ge. "I don't know either."

Meng Yingning: “…”

Jiang Ge slapped his face with admiration: "I, I followed my brother Wang at the age of seventeen. I have never encountered any storms and waves in so many years. I didn't expect that I could still see my elder brother cooking."

Seeing that he was not old, Meng Yingning was a little curious: "How old are you this year?"

"I'm seventeen this year." Jiang Ge said.

Meng Yingning: “…”

Chen Wang was very skillful in his movements, and he blew the puff pastry, cut the apples into the soup, turned his head to open the oven.

It was released in less than an hour.

The finished product is really decent, and it is obvious that it is not a novice to bake it for the first time.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, Meng Yingning originally felt that she was so hungry that she was not hungry. After smelling the fragrance, her taste buds were activated and awakened again, and she and Jiang Ge separated.

When the stomach is filled, people can easily relax.

Jiang Ge is very interesting, speaking like a joke. Meng Yingning was amused by him and laughed while eating and not forgetting to inquire about Chen Wang.

Chen Wang entered the bedroom now, and Meng Yingning became much bolder when asked: "How long have you known Chen Wang?"

"It's not long," the boy thought for a while, "two months?"

Meng Yingning calculated silently, and it seemed that Chen Wang had been back for more than two months.

Jiang Ge held an apple slice in his mouth and said vaguely: "Don't look at my brother Wang for not long, but I have a relationship--" He paused, clenched his fist with his right hand, and knocked his chest, "He and I are the most loyal to the whole club."

Meng Yingning lowered her eyes, inserted an apple slice, pretending to be careless, and asked, "What kind of club are you?"

"Cliff Jump Club." Jiang Ge said without hiding it at all.

Meng Yingning's apple slices were just delivered to her mouth, but she choked and coughed for a long time.

Meng Yingning coughed red eyes, raised her head, looked at him in disbelief, thinking that she had heard it wrong: "What?"

"We jump off the cliff when we have nothing to do, and sometimes we jump on the plane," Jiang Ge said happily. "Anyway, there will be next time if we don't die this time. As for people, we will have to face it sooner or later."

“…”

Meng Yingning looked at him deeply, and his eyes were obviously saying, "Don't fucking nonsense."

I didn't believe him.

Jiang Ge saw it and glanced at her: "Don't you believe it?"

Jiang Ge shrugged, not caring: "If you don't believe it, forget it. Anyway, this is our own choice. I don't force everyone to believe in understanding."

His attitude and tone were too sudden, as if he had no interest in everything.

Meng Yingning remembered Chen Wang during this period and the silence in his eyes.

Jiang Ge glanced at her reaction and secretly felt that there was a chance.

Jiang Ge suddenly became interested and decided to work harder. He took a few beer from the refrigerator and said, "Miss, I'll tell you again..."

When Chen Wang came out of the bedroom, Jiang Ge had already left.

Meng Yingning sat alone at the dining table, stepping on the chair, holding his arms and knees, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Wang walked over and glanced at the empty iron plate: "Have you finished eating?"

Meng Yingning woke up like a dream, raised her head blankly and looked at him with her head raised.

Chen Wang pushed the plate in, picked up the cigarette box from the table, knocked out one and lit it: "Send you home?"

Meng Yingning came to her senses, glanced at the cigarette box he placed on the table, and hesitated: "Chen Wang."

Chen Wang: "Hmm?"

Meng Yingning: "How much cigarettes do you smoke a day?"

Chen Wang: "I don't know."

Meng Yingning whispered: "Smoking too much cigarette is not good for the lungs."

Chen Wang bit the cigarette, lowered his eyes to look at her, and asked casually: "So what?"

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care whether his lungs are good or not!

Meng Yingning's heart was cold.

Meng Yingning raised his head and looked at him, looking desolate.

Chen Wang: "?"

Chen Wang didn't understand what her look like looking at a dead object meant.

"Chen Wang," Meng Yingning said seriously: "Living is a wonderful thing."

Chen Wang: “…?”

Meng Yingning had just drunk two beer and said a little too much at this moment: "No matter what kind of setbacks we encounter, we must live actively, do you understand?"

Meng Yingning gave him chicken soup, "No matter whether you have periarthritis of the shoulder or old cold legs, as long as you live, there is a possibility of healing. In life, you will always lose something, but as long as we are still facing life actively, life will compensate us."

Meng Yingning looked at him with bright eyes: "Chen Wang, we actually have much more than we imagined."

“…”

Chen Wangran was silent.

Under the influence of alcohol, Meng Yingning was much more courageous than before. Seeing that he had no reaction, she did not hesitate. Without saying a word, she jumped down from the chair, ran towards him barefootly, and raised her hand to hold Chen Wang's wrist.

Chen Wang lowered his head and glanced at her hand holding his arm.

Meng Yingning pulled the man to the window and pointed outside: "Look at the lights of thousands of houses!"

Chen Wang turned his head and looked at the dark outside the window with no light. He was silent.
Chapter completed!