Do not go to the galaxy

Chapter 23 Human memory is limited
This night, Xiangwan had no sleep.

She could barely lie on the bed until it was dawn, and she heard birds singing in the treetops outside the window. She got out of bed and opened the window completely. It was refreshing, and the suppressed heaviness in my heart seemed to relax a bit.

She washed and changed clothes carefully, and informed Zhang Ma in advance that she was going to the cemetery to worship.

She knew that without Zuo Xingyun's permission, she couldn't go anywhere.

After talking on the phone with Zuo Xingyun, Zhang Ma nodded towards her. It seems that Zuo Xingyun did not refuse her request.

Before going out, 'Niannian' reluctantly rubbed Xiang Wan's ankle.

Xiang Wan committed herself to hugging 'Niannian' and gently stroked its soft hair: "You stay at home obediently, I'll be back soon."

Mama Zhang warned: "The flight is at eleven o'clock in the morning, Miss, you have to come back soon."

Xiang Wan responded, hugging 'Niannian' and touching it again and again.

Seeing this, Zhang Ma persuaded again: "Miss, since you don't want to leave, and you also don't want to go every year, why don't you call the second master? Maybe he agrees to stay?"

Xiang Wan didn't say much, took the coat from Mama Zhang and got into the car.

The sun is shining brightly today, the grass in the cemetery is luxuriant, the green trees are standing tall, and next to my ears, there is the sound of pigeon whistles in the blue sky.

Xiang Wan gently placed the white bouquet she brought in front of her father's grave, and carefully wiped off the dust on the photos.

In the black-and-white photo, her father smiled happily, and she also laughed, smiling, tears streaming down her face: "Dad, I have received the gift you gave me, I like it very much..."

After the words fell, a breeze picked up, blowing through the grass and trees, and brushing her long hair, as if her father was responding to her.

She hid all her grievances and sadness: "Dad, I will take good care of my mother and live a good life."

Moments later, the driver urged her to leave.

She took a deep look at the tombstone, turned around and returned to the car: "Go to Zuo Xingyun, I want to see him."

The driver was a little embarrassed: "This..."

Xiang Wan's tone could not be refused: "If you don't take me there, I'll go by myself."

The driver had nothing to do with her, and after obtaining Zuo Xingyun's permission, he took her to the company.

There was a lot of people in front of the office building, and Xiang Wan saw Zuo Xingyun standing on the side of the road at a glance. He didn't wear a coat or tie, and the collar of his white shirt was slightly open, looking a bit lazy.

Perhaps it was because his leisurely and composed manner was incompatible with the hasty surroundings that made him appear so abrupt.

The driver drove the car to a well-known morning tea restaurant, Zuo Xingyun chose a seat by the window, and the two sat facing each other.

The sun was just right at this moment, and the morning mist was evaporated, and the light was unreservedly reflected on the profiles of the two of them, half illusory, half calm.

The waiter handed over the menu, and Zuo Xingyun naturally pushed the menu to Xiang Wan: "What do you want from me?"

Xiang Wan ordered some food: "I don't want to go abroad."

Zuo Xingyun pursed his lips, irritability floated into his eyes, and he was silent for a while before saying, "Eat first."

Seeing that he didn't really want to talk about it, Xiang Wan didn't act anxious, even though it wasn't far before boarding time.

When breakfast was served, Xiang Wan pushed a plate of fried buns to Zuo Xingyun, seeing that he didn't seem to move his chopsticks, she was puzzled: "Didn't you like to eat this before? The taste has changed?"

Zuo Xingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up at her: "You were only ten years old when I left."

"People's memory is limited, and what they usually remember is what they think is important."

While speaking, Xiang Wan observed Zuo Xingyun's expression consciously or unconsciously.

What she said was more or less playing the emotional card.

She hoped that what Zhang Ma said was true, no matter how Zuo Xingyun and her father got to this point, he treated her well.

She underestimated Zuo Xingyun's expression management. From the beginning to the end, his expression didn't change a bit, and he didn't answer her words. He just picked up the chopsticks and took a shallow bite of the fried bun.

Xiang Wan felt cold in his heart, did the talk end before it started?

Suddenly, Zuo Xingyun pushed the remaining fried buns back to her: "This is what you like to eat. I used to just eat it with you."

(End of this chapter)