Can You Love Me?

For two years, Lu Jincheng did not appear in front of the public media again. In the words of the media, Lu Jincheng has evaporated. Only the movies he has acted in can prove that he has come to this world.

In the past two years, Lu Jincheng did not deliberately try to restore his eyes to their previous luster.

He knew that Xin Ai was dead, so the spirit in his eyes also died.

Originally, Lu Jincheng thought that the rest of his life would pass in such a long and numb manner, but he didn't expect that two years later, he would suddenly receive a call from Xin Ai.

After two years, when I heard Xin Ai's voice again, Lu Jincheng recognized it immediately, almost without thinking.

When Xin Ai told what happened that year and asked Lu Jincheng to help, he agreed without thinking.

It was also after that phone call, when Lu Jincheng looked in the mirror, that his eyes slowly came alive again.

He can act again.

It was a career he loved, and he never thought of giving up.

But when the person he likes is gone, he has no way or ability to devote himself to acting again.

Now that Xin Ai is back, the pool of stagnant water in Lu Jincheng's heart has finally been revived.

It was probably through life and death that Lu Jincheng knew what was important.

He didn't ask for any results with Xin Ai in the future. Sometimes things like love seem insignificant compared to life and death.

I only hope that she can live well like this, where he can see her, live well.

After picking up his mood, Lu Jincheng changed his clothes, got up and went out.

...

Xin Ai had just hung up Lu Jincheng's phone when she heard someone knock on the door.

She said, "Please come in."

The door opened and Jian Zechuan walked in.

Seeing him, Xin Ai froze for a moment. Jian Zechuan seemed to be very busy these two days and rarely came back. He didn't even come back for dinner tonight. Xin Ai thought that he didn't plan to come back tonight.

She asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Now she is under the same roof with Jian Zechuan, eliminating the resistance and rejection from the first reunion, seeing him now, Xin Ai can already talk to him calmly.

And, now, Jian Zechuan is also much calmer.

Jian Zechuan didn't go in too much, he asked Xin Ai: "I just came back, and I saw that the light in your room was still on outside, so I knocked on the door. I didn't expect that you really didn't sleep. It's so late, why are you sleeping?" No rest?"

It was only then that Xin Ai remembered that it was already very late, and it was already 11 o'clock.

"I... sleep now."

Jian Zechuan smiled: "Can you sleep?"

"What's wrong?"

"If you can't sleep, why don't you go downstairs and have a supper?"

"I……"

A few minutes later, Xin Ai was downstairs, holding a banana in his hand, peeling it, and eating slowly, while Jian Zechuan was in the kitchen.

Yes, Xin Ai originally wanted to refuse, but facing Jian Zechuan's earnest and tired eyes, Xin Ai did not refuse anymore.

Jian Zechuan told Xin Ai to wait outside instead of going in. He would make this supper for her.

Xin Ai nodded, and sat on the chair in the living room. After eating half a banana, Xin Ai couldn't sit still, got up and went to the kitchen.

Standing outside the kitchen door, I saw Jian Zechuan's busy figure.

It was really hard for her to imagine what it would be like when Jian Zechuan was cooking.

I always feel that the kitchen, which is a place of fire and fireworks, is extremely incompatible with Jian Zechuan's identity.

However, after seeing it today, Xin Ai felt that, in fact... it is not against peace.

His cooking movements are already considered proficient. Under washing and chopping vegetables, his movements are very smooth, and the apron on him is...extraordinarily good-looking.

In two years, the changes have been really great, even unbelievable changes, so many people can't believe it.

Xin Ai didn't know how many times this Jian Zechuan in front of him had repeated in the kitchen, and this kind of movement could be done so skillfully.

She was not in Mingdu for more than two years, what happened to Jian Zechuan?

Jian Zechuan opened the oil pan, took out two eggs, and when the oil was hot, he cracked the eggs in, and soon two golden eggs were fried.

Jian Zechuan covered the vegetable noodles with eggs, wiped off the splashed soup on the side of the bowl with a paper towel in the kitchen, and then took the noodles out.

As a result, when she turned around, she saw Xin Ai standing at the door of the kitchen.

Probably the girl I like saw her busy appearance in the kitchen and felt embarrassed, Jian Zechuan felt a little hot on her face, "You...why are you here, didn't you tell you to wait outside?"

Xin Ai touched his nose: "I'm worried that you will set your kitchen on fire in the middle of the night, come and have a look.'

Jian Zechuan snorted, ignored her, and walked out in front of her.

Can he be the same now as before?

Xin Ai turned and followed, sat down at the dining table, looked at the hot face in front of her, and raised her head to Jian Zechuan: "It seems...it looks pretty good."

"Of course, not only does it look good, but it also tastes good. Try it." Jian Zechuan was a little arrogant.

The ghost knows what he went through to make a meal edible.

The moment Xin Ai picked up the chopsticks and picked up the noodles, she wondered if the steam entered her eyes, and Xin Ai felt her eye sockets a little sour.

The person who made noodles for her was her parents when she was a child, her elder sister when she grew up, and now, Jian Zechuan.

Jian Zechuan looked at Xin Ai expectantly, waiting for her to take the first bite.

Seeing that Xin Ai was about to put the noodles into his mouth, he suddenly heard a voice he hated: "Life is good, and there is still noodles to eat at night."

Jian Zechuan didn't turn his head back, and said coldly: "Without you..."

Jian Mingyuan came over and sat down: "Don't be like this, brother, I have never tasted your craft before."

He was still wearing a nightgown, and his hair was a little messy. He looked like a completely different person from his calm, calm and meticulous appearance in front of people during the day.

Jian Zechuan picked up his face and walked to Xin Ai to sit down: "Huh... You haven't tasted it, and you won't be able to taste it in the future."

Jian Mingyuan propped his chin with one hand: "Ze Chuan...don't be so stingy, let brother taste the noodles you made, you make noodles for your sister-in-law in the middle of the night, and don't let elder brother taste it, it's a bit too much."

Xin Ai's hand holding the chopsticks was really unable to put the noodles into her mouth, why did she always listen to what Jian Mingyuan said so strangely.

It seems... It seems that she and Jian Zechuan have some shady business.

Xin Ai put down her chopsticks: "Brother Jian, if you eat mine, I won't be hungry..."

Jian Mingyuan: "Okay."

Jian Zechuan: "No."

The two spoke almost at the same time, and Jian Zechuan held down Xin Ai's bowl and chopsticks, "I can't give it to him, I made it up, how can I give it to him."

Xin Ai felt very embarrassed: "But... I'm not hungry."

She is actually a little bit hungry, but the current situation, this side, is really not good to eat.