Chapter 4595
This evening, Bai Zhen slept in a trance.
In my sleep, there was a little boy calling her name.
"He'er......"
"Son!"
In the dream, it's a car. She sits in the back row. Looking back, a thin figure moves away. The shouts of "zhe'er" are also left behind the car.
Bai Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and found that the sky was already bright.
She had forgotten what she had dreamed in her dream, but the only sound of "zhe'er" was still heard.
I really can't remember the memory of my childhood.
She even forgot what her parents looked like.
Time is the most powerful amnesia medicine, seems to be able to dilute everything.
I vaguely remember that there was such a boy who always liked to call her Bo'er.
However, she even forgot his name and surname.
Perhaps, because her parents died in kindergarten, she spent a long time to heal herself, and finally realized that to come out of that dark memory, it must be forgotten.
Like hypnosis, Bai Zhen forced himself to forget all the memories of that period.
Later, she wanted to recall what her father and mother looked like. She couldn't remember.
She deliberately recalled, tried to recall, there is not much feeling, to see the photos again, but there is no such courage.
Though the old man is dead, so is the living.
But
The one who lives seems to be the one who suffers the most.
Grandma is always in a trance because of the shock of her parents' death. She has a little mental state and is a little manic.
For her, it seems to be less to see.
In fact, grandma has some patriarchal thoughts. When her father is gone, she will lose her spiritual support.
Later, both grandpa and grandma died, and Bai Zhen was displaced for a long time.
Now, all of a sudden, there was a home. She felt so happy that she didn't know what to do.
It's not that she demands too little, but that she can't imagine the outline of her own happiness.
Bai Peng went out with his bathrobe wrapped around him, and found that on the sofa, a set of home clothes were folded neatly.
In the kitchen, there was the sound of fried eggs.
Bai Peng changed into a housecoat and went near the kitchen. He saw Gu Chengze holding the pan and spreading the eggs evenly.
"Eh? Can you cook? "
Gu Chengze hears the words, turns around, sees that she has woken up, hooks the lip to smile, "early."
"Early."
Bai Zhen goes into the kitchen and looks at the eggs in his pan. It's tender, white and looks very appetizing.
It's easy to fry eggs, but it's also a test to fry them well.
"The first time I saw a man in an apron."
Gu Chengze is wearing a snow-white home T-shirt, long trousers and apron, but there is no sense of disobedience.
On the contrary, it gives people a very gentle feeling.
Gu Chengze listened, smiled, "is it strange for a man to cook?"
"Of course it's strange! Have your parents cultivated your cooking skills since childhood? "
"Er..."
Gu Chengze frowned slightly. "My father said that if a man can't cook, he won't get a wife."
“……”
Bai Xuan was stunned.
"What's the matter?"
"My aunt said that girls can't even cook. They can't get married."
"And you?"
Gu Chengze looked at her. "Can you cook?"
"A little!" Bai Xuan held it with his fingers and made a stroke, "just a little."
In my sleep, there was a little boy calling her name.
"He'er......"
"Son!"
In the dream, it's a car. She sits in the back row. Looking back, a thin figure moves away. The shouts of "zhe'er" are also left behind the car.
Bai Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and found that the sky was already bright.
She had forgotten what she had dreamed in her dream, but the only sound of "zhe'er" was still heard.
I really can't remember the memory of my childhood.
She even forgot what her parents looked like.
Time is the most powerful amnesia medicine, seems to be able to dilute everything.
I vaguely remember that there was such a boy who always liked to call her Bo'er.
However, she even forgot his name and surname.
Perhaps, because her parents died in kindergarten, she spent a long time to heal herself, and finally realized that to come out of that dark memory, it must be forgotten.
Like hypnosis, Bai Zhen forced himself to forget all the memories of that period.
Later, she wanted to recall what her father and mother looked like. She couldn't remember.
She deliberately recalled, tried to recall, there is not much feeling, to see the photos again, but there is no such courage.
Though the old man is dead, so is the living.
But
The one who lives seems to be the one who suffers the most.
Grandma is always in a trance because of the shock of her parents' death. She has a little mental state and is a little manic.
For her, it seems to be less to see.
In fact, grandma has some patriarchal thoughts. When her father is gone, she will lose her spiritual support.
Later, both grandpa and grandma died, and Bai Zhen was displaced for a long time.
Now, all of a sudden, there was a home. She felt so happy that she didn't know what to do.
It's not that she demands too little, but that she can't imagine the outline of her own happiness.
Bai Peng went out with his bathrobe wrapped around him, and found that on the sofa, a set of home clothes were folded neatly.
In the kitchen, there was the sound of fried eggs.
Bai Peng changed into a housecoat and went near the kitchen. He saw Gu Chengze holding the pan and spreading the eggs evenly.
"Eh? Can you cook? "
Gu Chengze hears the words, turns around, sees that she has woken up, hooks the lip to smile, "early."
"Early."
Bai Zhen goes into the kitchen and looks at the eggs in his pan. It's tender, white and looks very appetizing.
It's easy to fry eggs, but it's also a test to fry them well.
"The first time I saw a man in an apron."
Gu Chengze is wearing a snow-white home T-shirt, long trousers and apron, but there is no sense of disobedience.
On the contrary, it gives people a very gentle feeling.
Gu Chengze listened, smiled, "is it strange for a man to cook?"
"Of course it's strange! Have your parents cultivated your cooking skills since childhood? "
"Er..."
Gu Chengze frowned slightly. "My father said that if a man can't cook, he won't get a wife."
“……”
Bai Xuan was stunned.
"What's the matter?"
"My aunt said that girls can't even cook. They can't get married."
"And you?"
Gu Chengze looked at her. "Can you cook?"
"A little!" Bai Xuan held it with his fingers and made a stroke, "just a little."