"Ning Chi doesn't seem to like sweet food, so it should be cooked for a while."
Ningmei brewed tea and listened to Shui Miaomiao blurt out that she remembered Leng Ningchi's preferences more clearly than her own mother.
"You are really a good friend to Ningchi."
Shui Miaomiao smiled and said sheepishly, "That was what she promised first."
"Ningchi likes to keep everything she says in her heart. She thinks more than she does and is indecisive. She is lucky to have a friend like you."
Shui Miaomiao waved her hands repeatedly, this is what she said.
Before Shui Miaomiao could speak, Ningmei grabbed a handful of freshly baked fragrant tea that was still warm and handed it to Shui Miaomiao so that she could taste it. Chewing it dry also had a unique flavor.
Blocking Shui Miaomiao's mouth, Ningmei considered it for a moment, "I still understand Leng Ningchi's temperament. Before meeting Miaomiao, she could only talk to Hua."
The Leng family wanted to control her, and the Saint Yuan Ancestor wanted to control her. She obeyed everything, so she could only suppress herself. Even if she wanted to belong to someone in the future, she would never say a word that she liked her.
But who knows when it will end.
The sky is so big that it is not just a small place like the Leng family, nor is it just a chessboard in the hands of his ancestor Saint Yuan. If the dike breaks out, who will protect Leng Ningchi.
With a long sigh, Ningmei put the fragrant tea into the tea can and closed it tightly. She looked at Shui Miaomiao and said, "You two are sisters. Maybe you will have a dispute over the same thing in the future."
"No." Shui Miaomiao swore while chewing fragrant tea and patting her chest, "It's just something, it's just a sister, give it to me."
"do not let!"
Ningmei interrupted Shui Miaomiao, and Shui Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, "If we really become sisters, don't let her go. It will only make her lost and unable to find herself. Unless she says it herself, she can't compete with her." She deserves her life, don’t give it to her just because she is a friend, I just hope that if one day she escapes into madness, you can save her..."
Shui Miaomiao was confused as to why the situation was different from what he thought.
I don't know what Ningmei is worried about. Her hobbies are actually very different from Leng Ningchi's. Leng Ningchi is as gentle as water, and I have never seen her angry.
How could he and her have a dispute over one thing?
Ningmei looked at Shui Miaomiao indifferently, and only looked away when Shui Miaomiao nodded.
Wiping her hands, Ningmei looked out the window and stopped listening to the sound of the piano. She took two steps forward and grabbed Shui Miaomiao's hand. "It's getting late, so you should go back early."
Feeling something was stuffed in her hand, Shui Miaomiao was pushed out of the house by Ningmei before she could reply.
Leng Ningchi looked at her fingernails that were chopped off by the strings. Blood dripped out and fell on the guqin. It had been a long time since she had practiced, and even her fingernails had stopped working.
"Here." Wen Renxian came to Leng Ningchi at some point and handed out the handkerchief.
Leng Ningchi took the handkerchief and wrapped it around his fingertips, "It really made Lord Ling laugh."
Wen Renxian shook his head. His mother would do this from time to time, and he once asked her why she didn't wear finger cots, seeing that all other string instruments were equipped with finger cots.
"The strings of the guqin are much softer than those of ordinary stringed instruments, so it is not suitable to wear finger cots." Seeing and hearing Renxian stared at the guqin, thinking he was confused, so Leng Ningchi explained aloud.
"The guqin is very precious. My mother often said that a guqin stained with blood cannot be played and its tone will change."
"Really?" This Leng Ning was so crazy that she didn't know that it was normal for her hands to bleed when she was practicing the piano when she was a child. Looking at the blood marks on the strings, if she changed the piano just because it was stained with blood, then in the whole year, everything would be different. How many pianos will be thrown in the accident?
However, Wen Renxian's mother herself was a waste of money.
As for herself, this guqin has been with her since childhood. Should she listen to the immortal's words and throw it away?
You should listen.
After all, Wen Renxian said it.
He really had no opinion, especially in front of Wen Renxian and in the Leng family, Leng Ningchi always felt inferior and ugly.
"It's a pity that this piano is gone." Leng Ningchi plucked the strings one last time and made a decision.
"Jia Ci always wears gloves when playing the guqin."
"Gloves?" Leng Ningchi looked confused and looked at Wen Renxian for the first time today, "Wouldn't that disturb the sound even more?"
"Specially made, it is as thin as a cicada's wings and covers the hand, like an invisible object, and does not affect the playing."
"There is such a good thing." Leng Ningchi showed joy and smiled. It was a pity that the stars in the sky were instantly dimmed.
Wenrenxian's eyes fell on the guqin, but he didn't see it. "I can write a letter and ask Jiaci what it is made of."
"Thanks"
Just as Leng Ningchi was about to say thank you, Shui Miaomiao was pushed out of the room by Ningmei.
Wen Renxian looked over instantly, moved to Shui Miaomiao's side, held him firmly, and said with concern in his reproach, "Why are you so frizzy?"
Shui Miaomiao blinked innocently, she really didn't blame herself.
Leng Ningchi, mother and daughter, don't quite match in appearance and personality.
Leng Ningchi seems to be aloof, but gentle and gentle.
Ning Mei looks like she should be graceful, but behind the scenes she has a casual temperament, and like Shui Miaomiao, she is a little out of touch with her actions.
In order to prevent Shui Miaomiao from saying no, he directly pushed the person out of the house.
The thing that was thrust into his hand was a simple and elegant belt buckle with a strange and complicated pattern. Shui Miaomiao took a look at it and felt that it was extremely solemn and she was not worthy to hold it and look at it.
"It's getting late now, and I'm a living woman, so it's hard for me to have guests."
A voice came from inside the house. Is this an eviction order?
It seemed that Ningmei didn't want Leng Ningchi to stay either.
Neither Ningmei nor Leng Ningchi wanted to stay in this Leng family, but there was nothing they could do. Fortunately, Leng Ningchi could leave.
He grabbed Wen Renxian's sleeve and walked out of the hospital, leaving some space for Leng Ningchi and Ningmei to say goodbye.
Although I still have to stay in Zhongbei City for a few days.
But it just feels like this is the first and last part of this trip to Zhongbei City. I don’t know when the next time will be.
"Don't go back to Leng's house." Ningmei gave her last instruction. Today, she was really tired. Ningmei flipped the pendant on her neck.
Leng Ningchi nodded displeasedly. She thought she could stay with her mother tonight, "Why don't you change places?"
Ning Mei glanced at Leng Ning Chi and knew what she meant. She could make a request to the Saint Yuan Ancestor, so why waste it on herself.
She said that no matter where she went, the senior officials of the Leng family who knew what the Saint Yuan Ancestor meant would pay her attention, and she couldn't stop those attentiveness even if she transformed into an old woman.
What's more, her husband is from the Leng family, and she is waiting to be buried with him after a hundred years of death.
"You have better people around you now, why bother bothering mother, just cherish them." Ningmei caressed Leng Ningchi's cheek and looked deeply at Leng Ningchi. She had to remember it carefully. This is what her daughter looks like. .
It clearly feels like yesterday, he was still a child at his knees, but now he is almost taller than him.
As Leng Ningchi's clothes slipped into the darkness, the emotions she had been holding back all day finally burst out. Ningmei thought she was strong, but in fact she was nothing.
"Why are you sitting on the ground? It's so cold at night."
Hearing the male voice, Ningmei did not hide her disgust, pulled off the necklace around her neck, and quietly threw it into her sleeves.
She has become old, and Ningmei feels happy when she sees the smile on her face.
Because Wen Renxian is here, she has to support her daughter. As for others, if that insignificant person is really capable and willing to attack an old woman, Ning Mei will not be able to resist, and she can still respect him as a ruthless person. As for the opportunity given by the Saint Yuan Ancestor, she would leave it to Leng Ningchi.
How ridiculous are these people who have dirty minds and still want to enjoy the blessings of that group of people, who want to have a beautiful woman in their arms but also have him in their hearts...
