Jiang Nan quickly checked the dishes on the menu, then handed the menu to the waiter with both hands, accompanied by a shallow "Thank you."
The waiter took the menu and left.
Jiang Nan held her head and looked out the window. The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. A thick layer of snow fell on the cars parked on the roadside and the roof of the store opposite the restaurant. She was fascinated.
"Beixin is covered with heavy snow every year."
Zhou Zhengan followed her gaze and looked outside, and suddenly asked: "Will it snow so much in the winter in Nanlin?"
Nanlin, where Jiang Nan has lived alone for nearly ten years.
Hearing his question, Jiang Nan withdrew her gaze and looked at him, shaking her head slightly and saying, "No, the climate in the south is hot. Even in winter, the most it will do is freeze on the cantilevered beams."
"Then how are you doing there?" Zhou Zhengan's eyes were dark, as quiet as the sea.
Jiang Nan thought for a while before answering: "I felt bad in those years because I was alone. I couldn't share my happiness with others, and there was no one to share my sadness. So no matter what I did, I felt it was quite boring, dry and hot. This is my entire impression of Nanlin."
Zhou Zheng listened to her quietly.
"However, after one or two years, I seemed to have different ideas. Nanlin is actually very beautiful. There are many unique plants there that are not found here, and there are also those ethnic minority customs. Then I found that I I actually quite like it there.”
Zhou Zhengan curled his lips slightly, "Then when our wedding is over, I will accompany you to Nanlin again."
Jiang Nan nodded quickly: "Okay, let's just treat it as a honeymoon."
"Is this all you ask for?" Zhou Zhengan raised his eyebrows, deliberately teasing her.
"Who says honeymoons have to be on islands and beaches, not just mountains and rivers?" Jiang Nan raised his chin slightly.
Zhou Zhengan's smile gradually deepened and he said, "Okay, of course."
However, he always wants to give her more. Nanlin may not be a honeymoon in the true sense, but more like a journey back.
While the two were chatting, the dishes had been brought out.
Originally, Zhou Zheng'an wanted to eat the plate of tomato and beef brisket pasta, but after Jiang Nan looked at his plate of black pepper pasta, he realized that he still wanted to eat Zhou Zheng'an's.
Zhou Zhengan noticed her thoughts and took the initiative to change the position of the faces in front of them.
Jiang Nan was satisfied.
There was melodious violin music playing in the restaurant, and a man in a tuxedo was hosting an event in the center of the terrace. The customers sitting around him watched happily, and sometimes put down their forks and clapped their hands to cheer.
Jiang Nan and the others didn't pay much attention to what was going on there. The two of them seemed to be in each other's small space, only chatting and joking with each other.
Within a few minutes, the man in a tuxedo walked towards them and stopped in front of them, interrupting their quiet and peaceful dinner time.
The man had a polite and thoughtful smile on his face. He bent slightly and said, "Sir and Madam, congratulations to you for becoming the lucky ones tonight. The number plate on your table was drawn. Here is a lucky bag for you." For you."
There was a small red lucky bag lying quietly in his hand. The man handed the lucky bag to the lady at the table.
Zhou Zhengan glanced at it casually without paying much attention. He looked at Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan was a little surprised. She politely reached out and took the lucky bag from the man's hand and said, "Thank you." Then she asked, "Are you doing any activities?"
"Oh, it's our restaurant's anniversary event." The man replied with a smile.
After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left. Before he left, he glanced at Zhou Zhengan and saw that Zhou Zhengan had no instructions. He turned around and left as if he had completed his mission.
Zhou Zhengan's eyes were still on Jiang Nan, watching her happy with this sudden little surprise.
Jiang Nan held the lucky bag in his hand, shook it excitedly towards Zhou Zhengan, and said, "This is my first time winning a prize."
Zhou Zhengan curled his lips slightly and said, "Open it and take a look?"
Jiang Nan opened the lucky bag and looked inside. A necklace in the shape of a little rabbit came out. She said, "It's quite pretty."
"Put it on and take a look." Zhou Zhengan said as he stood up, walked to her side, sat down, and helped her put on the necklace.
Zhou Zhengan kissed Jiang Nan gently on the forehead and said warmly: "Happy wedding, my wife."
Jiang Nan's eyebrows were curved, one tooth exposed, and she looked at him: "You too."
Seeing that she was so happy, Zhou Zhengan finally did not reveal that the lucky bag was actually a surprise given to her by him.
She had just happily said that this was her first time winning a lottery, but Zhou Zhengan didn't want to expose this little surprise lie.
He had carefully planned this surprise for nearly three days. He had already planned the day and planned to take her to this restaurant today.
After truly confirming his relationship with Jiang Nan, Zhou Zhengan always felt that he owed Jiang Nan a lot. He tried his best to make up for those shortcomings. Only when he saw Jiang Nan happy did he feel complete in his heart.
...
The day before the wedding, Jiang Nan was taken to live with Shen Li according to Beixin custom. When Zhou Zhengan came home from work, he saw the empty house and suddenly became a little uncomfortable.
Without Jiang Nan, he lost interest in cooking at home. He went downstairs to eat a bowl of noodles. The other tables in the restaurant were all lively, but Zhou Zhengan was the only one who was quiet.
He had a dull complexion and seemed out of place in this shabby little restaurant, which made the proprietress who brought the noodles couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Zhou Zhengan looked at the plain face in front of him and suddenly felt a little funny. How could a person who was getting married tomorrow spend such a deserted night the night before?
Before he could even move his chopsticks on the table, Jiang Nan called first. Her tone was quite relaxed and she asked him what he was doing.
Zhou Zhengan heard the lively voices, cheerful music, and even heard someone's familiar voice, so his words turned into rhetorical questions in a lazy tone: "What are you doing? Being single on the eve of your wedding. Party?”
Jiang Nan took her mobile phone and walked to the balcony, closed the door, and blocked out most of the sounds in the room. Her ears suddenly felt much clearer. She replied to him: "It shouldn't be considered a bachelor's party, it's Zhixu and Jinyue. , a group of people said they would come to celebrate me.
My mother went out to square dance, saying she was leaving space for us young people. "
Zhou Zhengan raised his eyebrows. No wonder, he heard the voices of many familiar people.
He was sitting alone here eating noodles, but her place was very lively.
"Are you happy?" he asked Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan said: "I'm happy. This lively atmosphere is because of me. I'm very happy."
Zhou Zhengan curled his lips slightly. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten, that letter.
He didn't know why, but now he particularly wanted to know the content of the letter. An eager and urgent emotion suddenly enveloped him.
Because of the New Year's card from his senior year in high school, because of the bookmark sandwiched in the book, and what Qian Sun said, they all circled in his mind over and over again. He now felt that the letter contained the answer he wanted.
"Jiang Nan, I have something else to do here, hang up first?" He stood up and said towards the phone.
Jiang Nan said "Yeah", and as soon as she took it out of her hand, she was hung up on.
Jiang Nan turned his head and glanced into the living room. Zhou Zhixu was fistfighting with Xu Pingsheng. It happened that Xu Pingsheng lost. Zhou Zhixu punched him on the shoulder unceremoniously, and then laughed.
It was such a simple game that actually made Gao Xinyue and Su Jinyue, who were sitting on the sofa, burst into laughter. They were very chatty.
Zhou Zhixu shouted to Jiang Nan on the balcony, "What are you doing? It's not too cold."
Jiang Nan was called in by her.
Xu Pingsheng had just received a punch. He sat on the sofa with an aggrieved face and complained to Gao Xinyue beside him, saying that Zhou Zhixu bullied him. Gao Xinyue pushed his face away in disgust.
"Go away."
At such a poignant time, Zhou Zhixu was still trying to make up for it: "Are you a man? Ren Xianzhi has to get punched by me at least ten times a day at home, and he doesn't cry like you."
Xu Pingsheng was even more sad, and looked at Jiang Nan, the only humane person in the room. Jiang Nan said in time: "Okay, okay, don't bully my emcee."
Xu Ping announced that he was going to host Jiang Nan and Zhou Zhengan’s wedding tomorrow.
"Look, look, this is a good girl." Xu Pingsheng almost applauded her and almost shed tears, but then the other three girls became even more blatantly disgusted.
"..."
Zhou Zhengan walked all the way to the parking lot and found his car. He opened the door and got in.
The car smelled a bit stuffy after being left in the underground garage for a long time, but the air outside was dry and cold. The two smells mixed together, making it uncomfortable for a while.
The garage was dark and there was no sound. Only the overhead light was on in Zhou Zhengan's car, and he didn't close the door.
Zhou Zhengan forgot what kind of mentality he had when he took out the letter from the passenger compartment and how he opened it.
The paper inside the letter had turned yellow. Zhou Zhengan opened the folded paper and saw the words in the top corner. His heart trembled suddenly, and even the hand holding the paper trembled slightly.
Five words that catch your eye——Hello Zhou Zhengan:
This letter is addressed to him.
The letter, which had been hidden for nearly ten years, was finally handed over to the recipient many years later.
The content of the letter is——
Senior Zhou Zhengan, I walked into a store called Memoirs today. The store asked us to write what we want to say about the future, but I don’t know what to write. I just suddenly thought of you, maybe because you are all my memories. Bar. I don’t know if this letter will be sent, and I don’t know where this letter will eventually be sent. It is precisely because of this that I seem to have a reason to talk at will.
