The scene felt familiar to Xi Jia, but as she gazed at the lake, she couldn't recall anything.
"Jiajia's here too." After finishing his breakfast, Mr. Yue came out leaning on his cane.
"Grandpa Yue, I'm bothering you again."
"You're being too formal," Mr. Yue said with a smile. "You two children, come in and sit down."
After chatting for a while, Xi Jia learned that Zhou Mingqian had come with work to do.
It's inconvenient for her to stay here; it's interfering with their conversation.
Xi Jia said goodbye, saying she would have lunch with her grandmother.
Mr. Yue didn't try to stop her. He said to her, "Come over tomorrow, and we'll go fishing together. We'll release the fish we catch."
Xi Jia smiled and said, "Okay."
As she left, she glanced at Zhou Mingqian; he still had that arrogant look on his face.
Even in winter, the weather in the mountains can change in an instant.
It started to drizzle in the evening.
When Xi Jia got tired of reading, she opened the window of her room, leaned over an old desk, and listened to the sound of water dripping from the eaves outside.
Looking at the endless darkness, she conceived a script in her mind and pondered the feelings of the characters.
Before I knew it, it was 10:30.
It's raining in Beijing too, a light drizzle.
This was the first rain of the winter, described as sleet, but we didn't see any snowflakes.
Mo Yushen had just arrived home when the third floor was pitch black, especially the bedroom.
He turned on the light.
After a few seconds, he glanced at the ceiling light and realized that the bulb might have been used for a long time and wasn't bright enough.
Mo Yushen called the housekeeper and asked him to replace all the lights on the third floor tomorrow.
housekeeper:"?"
Mo Yushen: "It's too dark."
housekeeper:"……"
"Okay, I'll change it first thing tomorrow morning."
The housekeeper looked out the window and realized that even young people's moods could be affected by rain.
After hanging up the phone, Mo Yushen checked his phone. There were no missed calls or unread messages. He tossed his phone onto the bed, grabbed his pajamas, and went to take a shower.
The rain in the mountains is still pattering, while the rain in Beijing is now pouring down.
As he came out of the bathroom, Mo Yushen dried his hair, walked to the bedside, picked up his phone, but no one was calling.
He stared at his phone, lost in thought.
As husband and wife, it wouldn't be right not to ask about her health.
He found Xi Jia's number and dialed it.
The author has something to say: The light bulb says: Master, I just replaced it a few days ago, it's very, very bright!
Chapter Twenty
Xi Jia was staring blankly out the dark window when her phone suddenly vibrated, making a 'buzz' sound in her eardrums. Startled, she snapped back to reality and sat up.
It was a call from Mo Yushen.
Xi Jia hesitated for a moment, then turned off the mute function and didn't answer.
She had forgotten what her relationship with Mo Yushen was like. She picked up the notebook next to her and quickly reviewed the contents of the past few days.
The phone stopped ringing and no one answered. Mo Yushen watched as the screen gradually went black.
It's only eleven o'clock now, there's no reason for her to fall asleep so early. Usually, she doesn't sleep before midnight.
Perhaps the amnesia has worsened, and he can't remember who he is.
Mo Yushen imagined it for a moment, then sent a message: "[It's me, Mo Yushen, your husband.]" He was about to press send when he paused, put down his phone, and went to his study.
After they got their marriage certificates, each person kept their own certificate, and his was kept in a safe.
After receiving the marriage certificate, Mo Yushen returned to the bedroom.
As they walked, they looked at the photos. In the group photo, neither of them smiled. Xi Jia back then had a completely different personality from now.
Back then, she was quiet, aloof, arrogant, and looked down on everyone.
As for being spoiled or willful, there's no trace of that in her. Her family background means she doesn't need to act spoiled to get everything she wants.
She was dashing and free-spirited when riding a horse.
When writing a script, one should remain quiet and silent.
Later, it became what it is now.
It's also possible that she was trying to use this seemingly carefree state to mask her inner unease and make those around her feel that she didn't care about her illness.
Otherwise, such a drastic change in personality doesn't make sense.
The last time he went to the mountains, at Mr. Yue's house, she became gentle and easygoing, and he thought she had learned to be hypocritical.
Actually, no. She has learned to temper her sharp edges.
Mo Yushen went to the bedroom, then sent the message again, and sent a picture of the marriage certificate to prove that he wasn't lying and that he was her husband.
Upon seeing the marriage certificate, Xi Jia smiled. She was the holder of the certificate and carried it with her at all times.
She found it, took a picture, and sent it over.
Mo Yushen: [Asleep?]
Xi Jia: [No.]
What he meant was, why didn't you answer the phone?
Xi Jia flipped through her notebook; there were still three pages left to read. [I'll call you back in ten minutes.]
Mo Yushen: "..."
He was keeping track of the time, waiting for a phone call.
After a while, I checked my phone; three minutes had passed.
Five minutes passed.
Six minutes passed.
Mo Yushen tossed his phone a little further away and picked up a book to start reading.
Eleven minutes had passed and she still hadn't called.
So this is what it feels like to wait for a phone call.
Mo Yu calmed himself down and continued reading. After finishing a section, he unconsciously glanced at his watch again; fifteen minutes had already passed.
A woman who is not punctual.
Finally, the phone rang.
Mo Yushen quickly picked up his phone, but it took him more than ten seconds to answer. "Busy?"
Xi Jia replied casually, "I'm not busy."
Mo Yushen rubbed his temples, speechless. Why did it take so long for him to call back when he wasn't busy?
Xi Jia deliberately started a conversation with him: "Guess who I ran into at Grandpa Yue's house today?"
Mo Yushen had guessed it, but didn't want to mention the name. Instead of answering, he asked, "Did you go to Grandpa Yue's house today?"
"Hmm." Xi Jia continued the previous topic, "Honey, guess!"
"have no idea."
"Zhou Mingqian".
Mo Yushen neither responded nor answered. He knew Zhou Mingqian had gone to the mountains; this drama was his investment, and Secretary Ding would report the basic progress to him.
Xi Jia continued talking to herself, recounting where she met Zhou Mingqian and what they talked about. Over the course of a few minutes, their conversation revolved entirely around Zhou Mingqian and the script.
She then remembered, "Oh right, I'm going fishing with my grandfather-in-law tomorrow."
Mo Yushen asked, "Did Zhou Mingqian go back today?"
Xi Jia: "I don't know, they probably didn't reply." Who knew, she didn't care.
Mo Yushen's topics always jumped around, and he asked again, "Is it raining over there?"
Xi Jia looked outside and saw that it was still raining, a little heavier than before, but it should stop by tomorrow morning. She had gotten used to the unpredictable weather in the mountains.
She told Mo Yushen about the current weather conditions.
Mo Yushen: "If it rains, don't go out tomorrow, just stay home."
Xi Jia: "It's okay, fishing in the rain has a certain charm."
Mo Yushen had nothing to say.
Xi Jia rubbed her ears. Even on a rainy day, the little bugs kept chirping like this, and they didn't seem tired.
She told Mo Yushen about winter in the mountains, “It’s different from the city. In the city, there are insects chirping in the summer, but in the mountains, there are more insects chirping in winter, but they don’t chirp as loudly in the summer.”
Mo Yushen's expression froze for a moment, "Are there still any left?"
"Yes, it chirps during the day and at night." Xi Jia thought for a moment, "It sounds similar to a cricket, but I don't know its name."
It probably doesn't even have a name.
Mo Yushen didn't know how to reply to her.
That wasn't the sound of insects chirping.