time is with you

Chapter 9 Gentle Persistence and Watching (2)
She also concealed part of the truth: in college, because of her father, she had taken an antique appreciation class, and... ever since she knew he was Ansel, she had searched for his information on the Internet.

It can be seen that he really has a special liking for antiques and curios, even the antique shelf is made of the thousand-year-old gloomy wood and the best quality golden silk, not to mention the priceless treasures displayed on it.

The temperature in the storage room is generally set relatively low, and I didn't feel it when I first came in, but I felt a little uncomfortable after staying for a long time. Mei Ran touched her arm.

The man said thoughtfully, "It's getting late, you should go back to your room and rest first."

Mei Ran said "Yes", "Good night." She closed the door behind her.

Back in the room, she took a shower first, and when she came out, the mobile phone on the desk started singing happily.

"I heard that there was a flood in your place, are you okay now?"

Mei Ran briefly mentioned the matter, and Yu Sheng laughed a little gloatingly, "It's okay, he is so nice and let you stay overnight, you can just live in an ordinary friend's house, unless you have ghosts in your heart... Hey, why not Speak up, I guess I guessed it right, right?"

Mei Ran lowered her head, she did have a ghost in her heart.

"Shengsheng, he is Ansel."

I was stunned for a few seconds, "How do you know?!"

"Remember when you got a picture of him from your friend?"

"Of course!" Yu Sheng exclaimed, "But why do I remember that it seemed to be just a not-so-clear profile photo?"

Mei Ran was silent.

Some people, once seen, will never forget.

What's more, she saw him so closely that night in Provence three years ago.

The scene of the man admiring the celadon plum vase just now clearly appeared in her mind. Mei Ran seemed to have an illusion that the hands caressing the vase seemed to be lingering on her body. She couldn't help but trembled like an electric shock for a moment.

What to do, the closer you get to him, the more irresistible it seems.

"what!"

Yu Sheng asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Mei Ran felt the warmth gradually becoming clearer at the base of her legs, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Sheng Sheng, what should I do, mine seems to be coming!"

My God, the relatives who are always on time came two days early, and they were still in such an inopportune place.

Mei Ran dragged her injured foot, which was not too neat, paced back and forth in front of the master bedroom. The light from the corridor fell on her lightly. Under her long black hair, a white and tender neck like fresh lotus root loomed, as if she was slightly scattered. With brilliance.

The light and shadow swayed with her hesitation.

To knock or not to knock?
There is a reason for knocking on the door: relatives are guests, and there is no preparation. Are you really ready to bleed?

Even if I don’t knock, I also have concerns about not knocking: how can I talk to him?

Thinking of that scene, Mei Ran was so ashamed and angry that she bumped her forehead lightly against the wall a few times.

There must be no such thing at the old lady's place, and Lao Yang fell asleep after drinking again, and now the only thing he can count on is the man inside.

The most important question now is how to tell him? !
Mei Ran bit her lip and walked around again, finally got up the courage to knock on the door lightly a few times.

"Come in."

The man who was standing by the floor lamp flipping through the books turned his head and saw her standing outside the door, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Mei Ran moved in in small steps like a snail, lowering her head and hardly daring to look into his eyes.

"Mr. Fu, I have something to trouble you with."

"what's up?"

"Can you..." Mei Ran lowered her voice, "Take me out to buy something?"

The man frowned, seemingly puzzled, "What?"

The heat climbed up Mei Ran's cheeks layer by layer, and she said in a moaning voice, "It's just some... well, under certain special circumstances, women must... use things."

She spoke obliquely, but Fu Shijin understood, and his eyes swept over her as if nothing.

Mei Ran blushed suddenly.

She has always been thin-skinned, especially the person she is facing right now is him.

"I see."

The man put down the book in his hand and walked over, Mei Ran subconsciously followed behind him, but he turned around suddenly, "Sit down first, I'll be back soon."

Mei Ran quickly understood what he meant, "No need!"

How dare she ask a man like him to help buy that kind of thing, it feels like a blasphemy to him.

"It's still raining outside," he was standing in the corridor, the wet wind blowing from the balcony messed up his hair on his forehead, his deep handsome face was still calm, but his tone showed a kind of irresistibility, " It is best not to catch cold during special times."

"By the way," the man walked a few steps, then turned his head and asked, "Is there a designated brand?"

He is laughing.

Mei Ran, however, seemed to have been immobilized by magic.

This is the first time she saw him smile.

I never knew a man could look so good-looking when he smiled.

Reflecting the faint smile on his lips, those bottomless brown eyes seemed to jump up into stars, and his handsome eyebrows were slightly stretched. The whole person looked as soft as a green dragonfly under the water, instantly grabbing her whole body. mind.

It turned out that a cold man turned out to be gentle like this.

The next day, due to tossing and turning at night, Mei Ran fell asleep until nine o'clock in the morning.

There was a handful of sunshine quietly on the bedside.

The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and there was a crisp bird song outside the window.

Mei Ran scratched her hair annoyedly, got out of bed to wash up.

The old lady saw her going downstairs and waved, "Come here and have breakfast."

The tone was as natural as if she was part of the family.

Mei Ran couldn't think of anything else about this kind-hearted old man, even though she told her last night that the way down the mountain was impassable, but in the end the man went out to help her buy back the things she needed.

She vaguely guessed in her heart that the old lady seemed to have misunderstood something, and she felt a little bit on pins and needles.

"Shi Jin came over early in the morning and told me that you went to bed late last night and asked me not to disturb you." The old lady handed over a bowl of porridge that was still steaming.

Mei Ran looked around, "What about him?"

"You should catch up on sleep." The old lady frowned into the word "Chuan", "He had insomnia almost every night for a while, and when it was serious, he didn't even use sleeping pills. He was very emaciated and lost a lot of weight. I don't know how distressed it looks."

"Is it like this recently?"

"It's been better recently," the old lady nodded, "However, occasionally I still see the lights in his study turned on until dawn."

Mei Ran thought for a while and said, "I have a few medicinal recipes here. I will write them down later, and you can cook them for him in turn. They should improve the symptoms of insomnia to some extent."

"Great!" The old lady's eyes lit up, and she sighed meaningfully, "Shi Jin will be 29 this year, it would be great if there is a woman who knows the cold and hot by her side."

Mei Ran didn't know how to answer the words, so she just bowed her head and drank the porridge silently.

After breakfast, the sun had already risen high, and the driver, Lao Yang, had shaken off his drunkenness from last night and smiled brightly. He was here to take her back to the hospital.

The car moved forward slowly, Mei Ran looked out, the stagnant water had almost receded, and sanitation staff could be seen everywhere on the street disinfecting.

As soon as she stepped into the Chinese medicine department, she almost collided with the little assistant who came out of it head-on, and Mei Ran hurriedly stepped aside.

"Senior Sister, don't go in, there are dead rats inside!"

Mei Ran stood outside the door and talked to her.

The little assistant still had lingering fears, "I guess it was washed in by the water, it stinks to death! Fortunately, Alan is here... Hey, Senior Sister, you are still on leave, why are you back?"

"Also, aren't you home in the morning? I bought you something to eat, but the doorbell didn't ring for a long time."

Mei Ran's eyes shimmered, "Did the elevator be repaired when you passed by?"

"Not yet," Tian Tian shook her head, her tone paused, "But, it should be all right now? When I left, I saw someone repairing it."

Mei Ran was overjoyed. It seemed that she could go home tonight. She saw a notice from the property in the morning that the water and electricity in the community had been restored.

The sun was shining outside, and Ah Lan shouted loudly inside, "Sister Tian, ​​you can come in!"

"I'm coming!"

Mei Ran glanced at the clean blue sky, then turned and walked in.

After the rain, everything should return to the way it should be.

Everyone was probably busy cleaning up after the flood, and the traditional Chinese medicine department was deserted all afternoon. Tian Tian hid under the medicine cabinet and checked Weibo boredly.

"Wow, my male god's followers have increased to almost 2000 million!"

Since becoming a fan of Fu Shijin, she has to sign in to his Weibo every day, and she is as worried as most of his fans.

For example: How much does the male god’s fans increase in a day; when will the male god’s No. 11 Weibo post be posted?When can a small sapling be planted in the small hole next to the male god's attention number?
Obviously, the last question is what everyone is most concerned about, especially after the hot actress Mei Mengran paid attention to Fu Shijin recently, this historic progress from 0 to 1 has attracted extra attention.

However, that 0 hadn't broken its shell for a long time, and the somewhat extreme fans of Mei Mengran couldn't stand it anymore, and went to Fu Shijin's Weibo to post cynicism.

Could it be more troublesome to choose a name: Hehe, it's so cold that I don't want it!My goddess has been following him for so long and doesn't return to the level. Isn't he just a rich second generation? What are you dragging?He is nothing without his father.I can't be rich for three generations, so I'll just watch [sneering]
This comment was quickly popularized by fans of Mei Mengran.

Soon, fans of Divas with great fighting power also heard the news and came to join in the fun.

Xiao Ma eats grass at night: Are you sour when you say that he is a rich second generation?If you are capable, you are also rich, so let me see?
Mr. Climbing Snail: Allow me to popularize science for you again. First of all, I want to correct one point. Strictly speaking, this Mr. Fu Shijin is not considered a rich second generation, at least he is also a rich N generation.In addition, his maternal grandfather was an antique dealer in old Shanghai. He was wealthy at that time. By the way, as far as I know, Mr. Fu also ran a century-old antique shop "Mingpinzhai" under his name.

Mr. Crawling Snail: To all the pink-eyed people, I offer the link of "Exclusive Interview with Fu Shijin, a Coordinate Character in Chinese Contemporary Art Collection". PS: Excellent people work harder than us, so what is the use of our efforts?Let's wash up and sleep [sigh]
With this introduction, Fu Shijin's true fans also swarmed up, pinched the sunspots until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they ran away without a trace.

Tian Tian clicked into the link with her heart trembling. After reading it, her legs were a little weak when she came out.

Omg!

She squeezed her face in disbelief, "Did I really have contact with this person who only appeared in the legend? It wasn't just a dream, right?"

After typhoon "Alice" crossed the border, it was sunny for several days, and it will soon be Friday.

Saturday was her father Mei Hongyuan's birthday, and Mei Ran deliberately took three days off to go back to her hometown of S City. After getting off the plane, she dragged her suitcase and found a car to pick her up with ease.

"Miss Ran." The driver greeted her warmly and put the suitcase away.

"Uncle Zhou," Mei Ran also replied in Cantonese, "Long time no see."

"How long are you going to stay here this time?"

"Three days."

Lao Zhou sighed, "Every time you and Mr. Mei come back, it's like lighting up a lamp, and we have to leave before it's warm."

Mei Ran smiled, "Hey, why aren't you leaving?"

"Maybe we have to wait for a while," Lao Zhou looked at the time, "Sir, he invited a distinguished guest this time, and I heard it was an antique appraiser who came back from abroad." He muttered again, "The others should be here soon."

"I see..." Mei Ran didn't pay much attention, "Then I'll go shopping first, and I'll be back in 10 minutes."

There are cashmere scarves sold in the shops around the airport in S city. Yu Sheng's birthday is coming soon, so she plans to buy it as a birthday present.

Mei Ran already had a rough idea in her mind, and quickly picked out the presents. She looked at her watch and only 6 minutes had passed before she walked back briskly.

She opened the car door and bent down to sit in. Unexpectedly, someone was already sitting in the original seat. Hearing the movement, the man just turned his face sideways, and Mei Ran bumped into him unexpectedly.

Forehead to forehead, nose tip to nose tip, breathing entangled.

White shirt, meticulous buttons, deep eyes and straight nose, cold as frost, and that clear masculine breath...

I can't be more familiar with it.

Mei Ran could clearly hear her own heartbeat, like the fastest drumbeat she had ever heard, dense and powerful, hitting her chest one after another.

She almost went limp...

"Be careful."

The man quickly grabbed her wrist to prevent her from falling backwards, and he politely let go of her after she stood still.

Mei Ran was about to go around to the other side, but he had already given up his seat. Mei Ran sat in and said "thank you" softly.

Lao Zhou picked up all the people, started the car neatly and started on the road.

The weather was fine, the breeze was gentle, and rows of greenery flashed past the window.

This world is really too small, and after going around, the two met again in another city.

It's just...is he the father's "honored guest" that Uncle Zhou said?
"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence."

Those brown eyes looked over like this, as deep as a pool of water, "I only now know that you are Mr. Mei's daughter."

To put it simply: He was a little surprised by this reunion.

each other.

Mei Ran's heart beat faster, but she smiled easily, "Before this, I didn't know that you were my father's 'honored guest'."

Hearing this, the man's lightly pursed thin lips slowly curved into an arc, and the summer sun was just in full bloom on his end, catching his slightly cold lines one by one, radiant, his whole body They all seemed to be glowing.

Mei Ran quickly turned her face away.

There seemed to be a circle of residual warmth on the wrist, and she couldn't help rubbing it.

It took nearly two hours to drive back to Mei's house from the airport. Mei Ran planned to sleep all the way back, but right now, it seemed impossible.

She took out the thermos cup from her bag, and was about to drink some water to moisten her throat. For some reason, she twisted it hard a few times, but the cup lid still didn't move.

It is normal for a thermos cup to hold hot water due to the difference in internal and external pressure, but this time the difficulty was particularly stubborn, so Mei Ran had to put the cup back into her bag.

After thinking about it, she took it out again, "Can you open it for me?"

Fu Shijin took the cup without saying anything.

Mei Ran saw his slender hands resting on the lid of the cup, turning it lightly, and after a few turns, a faint scent of ginseng tea wafted out from the mouth of the cup.

She took the cup back and stuffed him with a bottle of mineral water, "This time it's a substantial thank you."

He understood, stared at her red earlobe, and gave a soft "hmm".

Lao Zhou saw this scene in the rearview mirror and asked curiously, "Miss Ran, did you know each other before?"

"I just met recently."

Mei Ran added in her heart, "But I've known him for a long, long time, before he knew who I am."

With Lao Zhou's accusation, time passed much faster.The car turned over a mountain, and the courtyard of the Mei family could be vaguely seen.

Quaint single-family homes can be seen everywhere in the town, scattered all over the place, each with its own characteristics.Although the Mei family is a wealthy family, they still live in the old house left by their ancestors, but in recent years they have kept pace with the times and added many modern living appliances.

Knowing that my husband has some distinguished guests coming, old Aunt Zhou has already cleaned the guest room so that the windows are clean and free of dust.Fu Shijin didn't sleep much last night, and after sitting in the car for several hours, he was a little tired, so he went to rest first.

Old Aunt Zhou settled the guests, took Mei Ran's hand and said with a smile, "Miss Ran, if I didn't know that it was Mr.'s guest in advance, I would have thought it was the son-in-law you brought back! How handsome you are, Standing with you is simply a pair of lovers."

Mei Ran blushed slightly when she heard that, "Aunt Zhou, don't talk nonsense."

Old Aunt Zhou cooperatively made a "shh" between her lips, "I understand. It doesn't mean that it won't be in the future. I think this man is really good, with his appearance and temperament..."

Of course I knew he was good.Mei Ran thought to herself, I'm afraid that this round of moon is just a shadow in the water, if the moon shadow is disturbed, the cold moon will still be in the sky, isn't the gain outweigh the loss?
"Stop talking," Old Aunt Zhou stopped talking, "Sir is in the cemetery on the mountain, you should go there soon."

Mei Hongyuan's birthday is a big event in the clan, and he is always too busy with various entertainments. He has to come back one day early every time, and go up the mountain with his daughter to pay homage to his deceased wife. The family of three had a peaceful birthday.

The tombstone is covered with a layer of golden yellow by the sun. The woman in the photo has clear eyes and smiles softly. The passing time of this world can no longer affect her. She is like a plum blossom in the mountain stream, blooming alone, and quietly withering ,Year by year.

(End of this chapter)