Luo Ji×Zhuang Yan’s Beautiful Days (New Year’s Greetings)

"This red wine was sent by Mr. Kanter two days ago. Because he was afraid that someone would do something on the way, he even made a trip to France himself. I told him not to bother, the wine cellar here There is already a lot of good wine in it. Guess what he said..."

While pouring wine into the goblet, Luo Ji looked up from time to time at the girl sitting at the dining table, who was leaning on her chin. He tilted his head and looked at himself. The dining table has been moved to the fireplace, and the flickering firelight illuminates the delicacies, tableware, flowers, and the girl's eyes. "He said that he heard that during your festival, old people have to give young people red things. He couldn't think of anything more appropriate to give. Tell me, who told him this nonsense... "

"No one should make fun of people like this." The girl sighed softly, "It's too troublesome. I will go to Mr. Kanter to say thank you tomorrow."

Luo Ji walked to the table with two wine glasses, handed one to the other person, and then took his seat. He leaned forward and looked at the other party with aggrieved and pleading eyes: "Yanyan, I'm telling you a joke, why don't you cooperate."

"Ah...?" Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he let out a soft "puff". Luo Ji knew that what made her happy was not the joke before, but his pitiful appearance now. He felt helpless and sweet at the same time. Thinking about it, this could be regarded as "sacrifice one's life to please a beauty" and it was worth it.

He sat up straight, picked up the chopsticks and started to pick up the food: "Yan Yan, you seem unhappy recently?"

"No, how could it be?" Zhuang Yan also picked up the chopsticks. , reaching towards the small plate holding cold dishes and trying to pick up a small piece of crystal parfait. ——How could she not be happy? Here she didn’t have to worry about food, clothing, or worldly affairs. She was like a princess in a castle or Eve in the Garden of Eden. And outside the paradise, in the external world separated by picturesque mountains, human society is gradually falling into an unprecedented crisis.

Unexpectedly, the parfait was made to be as smooth and tender as tofu, and it fell into pieces from her chopsticks. Luo Ji saw this and came to help, but ended up breaking another one. The two of them stared at the last intact piece, stunned for two seconds, and suddenly laughed out loud at the same time. Luo Ji smiled and shook his head, putting down the chopsticks in his hand.

"I've rarely seen you smile recently." He said, changing a spoon, scooping up the piece and sending it to the other party's bowl, "I remember when you first came here, I loved you very much. Smiling."

Zhuang Yan looked down at the delicate pastry. After a while, she looked up at the other person again: "Then do you like to see me smile?"

This was a question, and her eyes were indeed waiting for the answer. Luo Ji thought she must have misunderstood what he just said. "No, no! That's not what I mean... As I said before, you just need to make yourself happy. Besides, being in a happy mood and smiling often is good for your body."

Zhuang Yan nodded, then shook his head: "But you don't laugh often lately... It would be great if Uncle Shi was here too. He can tell jokes better than you." She said it casually, and Luo Ji listened. But my heart trembled.

She also always cared about him, and even noticed whether his smile became less or more. Nothing could make him more gratified and heartbroken than this. Sweet and mixed feelings spread in the chest. He looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, and in the end he just smiled and sighed: "That's right..." Thinking of Shi Qiang, his heart became heavy again. leukemia. ——In that last phone call, Shi Qiang’s voice was still hearty and open-minded. Who knows what medicine will be like in the future? Intellectually speaking, this had nothing to do with him, and his anxieties and worries were of no avail; but emotionally, he always felt sorry for Shi Qiang. Why? Just because he indulges his own willful nonsense? Many people are tolerating themselves now, but Shi Qiang seems to be special. It seems that he has never regarded him as an ordinary Earth Defense and Security Department official. It seems that this man is naturally trustworthy and reliable. After a long time, he and I have become close brothers. Then he remembered his brother's instructions on the phone: "Four hundred years later... I'll leave it to you.

Luo Ji had planned in his mind that at midnight, the guards and soldiers would set off fireworks by the lake, which was another surprise for her. But the extra alcohol gradually took effect. After yawning twice in succession, he heard the other party ask softly: "...Are you sleepy?"

"It's okay, a little bit. Son..." He leaned his body softly into her shoulder, and warm tiredness spread through his body like a tide along his blood vessels. And her soft voice was like a cup of clear spring: "Then go to bed early. Anyway, we only celebrate the festival by ourselves, and we don't necessarily have to stay up late."

He leaned into her arms and shook his head: " But there will be fireworks on the lake at midnight..."

After saying this, I realized that the secret had been revealed, and I couldn't help but regret it secretly. But there seemed to be a faint smile in the other person's voice: "It doesn't matter, you lie down for a while, and I'll wake you up at midnight."

"Aren't you bored?"

"No. You sleep, and I will draw you." She reached out and held his face, "You look very beautiful when you are sleeping. I have always wanted to draw it properly, but you always wake up. "Good morning, I haven't had any free time before."

Luo Ji raised his eyes in surprise. Seeing that her attitude was obviously serious, he smiled and said, "Don't I look good when I'm awake?" "

Zhuang Yan's cheeks seemed to blush slightly in the firelight, and she let go: "They all look good."

She covered him with a thick blanket and slipped away. He trotted to his studio and study room. The distance between the studio and the living room is a bit far. She hesitated a few more times among the various painting tools, and finally decided to pull out a large sketchbook from the bookshelf and took two small charcoal sticks. Holding these things in her arms, she hurried back to the living room and saw Luo Ji sleeping silently on the sofa. She quietly walked to the other end of the sofa and sat down, placing the sketchbook flat on her knees.

But she did not write immediately. From this angle, golden light and shadow outline his face, tracing the shape of his eyelashes, bridge of nose, and lips. This is such a young and beautiful face. Although he sometimes pretends to be mature or cynical, in his sleep he is innocent and lovely, almost fragile and childlike.

As he said himself, he is the most ordinary mortal.

——So why is it you? Why were you chosen?

Of course she didn’t know, and he didn’t seem to know either. Ms. Say, the top brass of the United Nations, PDC, and even ETO know nothing about this. Only "they" four light years away knew, and therefore intended to kill him. However, if there is anything extraordinary about him, perhaps it is that he views matters of life and death extremely calmly, not just verbally, but as the background melody that accompanies a bright life. He seems to love all the good things in life and is willing to accompany the world to death at any time. This decisive calmness sometimes infects those around him. Of course, if that day really comes and he or the world is destroyed in front of her eyes, she can't imagine herself being able to remain calm.

The wood in the fireplace burned cracklingly, and she moved her gaze towards the golden flames dancing in the hearth. The first time they met was in front of this fireplace. When the fire burned and his figure emerged from the originally cold and dark background, she suddenly realized that her imagination and preparation methods for "work" might be completely wrong. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes, pretending that nothing had happened but his eyes were smoked. But the loneliness in her eyes was too obvious, touching the softness in her heart.

He needs this place, just like the lonely Luther II needed a castle. Those who may harm him are both far away and hidden in every corner of the world. In fact, computers, Internet and satellite TV are all available here, making it very easy to understand the outside world. What she knew was that the Wallfacers were becoming increasingly afraid of contact with the crowd, fearing not only suspicion and accusation, but also trust, reverence, enthusiasm, or just a smile, the so-called "Wallfacer's smile." It is said that some people even become afraid of the sun.

——Hope he won’t encounter those, at least in a limited time.

When she saw the soft golden light illuminating his moist eyes, she thought that there were some things that there was no need to disguise, whether it was melancholy or a smile.

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