The Bowl of Seven Emotions

Shen Qing got off the plane and got into the Chen family's car. She sat quietly in the back seat, looking at the passing scenery outside the window, gently pressing her palms on her chest.

My heartbeat started to lose control after I got off the plane, probably because I knew that I could see him soon.

I don't know when, the car stopped and the door was opened from outside. Shen Qing turned his head slightly, and at a glance he saw the man standing outside the car pulling the door for her, and the hand he handed over.

She dazzled her eyes slightly and put her hand on her.

The temperature of Chen Dongsheng's hands was a little cold, but the gesture of holding her was very gentle. The familiar smell coming from him made Shen Qing feel lost.

"A Qing."

"Huh?" Shen Qing was suddenly called out, and she suddenly woke up. She looked at Chen Dongsheng, "What's wrong?"

"You have been absent-minded, are you too tired?" Chen Dongsheng asked slowly.

Shen Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, probably a little motion sickness."

"Take a good rest then, shall I ask you to have dinner later?"

Shen Qing nodded silently.

Chen Dongsheng led her into the main house. The hall was brightly lit, but the dark wooden floor and decoration made people feel a little depressed.

Those ancient artworks were randomly placed in every corner of the hall. Here, they seem to be just ordinary furnishings, without revealing the immense value given to them by time.

Standing in the hall, Shen Qing felt a little at a loss. She had never felt so clearly that she was incompatible with this place.

She took a breath secretly, maybe it was right that she had never been to Chen's house for so many years.

"Let's go, go upstairs first." Chen Dongsheng didn't seem to notice the change in her expression at that moment, and said.

Shen Qing followed him up the stairs, and then seemed to ask casually, "Don't your family live here?"

Chen Dongsheng copied his pockets in one hand and was walking upstairs with his legs raised. He looked at her in surprise when he heard her question. Shen Qing also felt that he had spoken too much, but still couldn't help but want to know.

Probably because, after today, she no longer has the opportunity to ask the questions that she was very curious about in person.

"Most of the time, I am the only one who lives here." Chen Dongsheng gave her the answer without mentioning the family's problems.

Shen Qing didn't ask any more, and her room arrived.

After closing the door, Shen Qing found that her salute had been placed in front of the bed. Because she didn't plan to stay too long, she didn't bring much. After opening the suitcase and taking toiletries into the bathroom, she suddenly found that a set of toiletries was already in the bathroom.

She stood in the bathroom for a while, then walked out again, and found a set of cosmetics on the dressing table. They are all very expensive brands, but they are not what she is used to.

She stepped forward and picked out a tube of lipstick, tried the color on the back of her hand, and then put it back in place.

Standing under the shower, Shen Qing closed his eyes and stroked the wet hair with one hand, pouring hot water on the back of his hand, and did not wash away the dazzling color.

It is a bright powder, a color that young girls like. She liked it once, but long ago it was no longer suitable.

In the pure white dining room independent of other buildings in the main residence of the Chen family, Chen Dongsheng is still sitting in his old seat.

The chef stood across from the dining table, staring at him unblinkingly and drank the light brown liquid in the teacup. His voice was a little impatient and asked: "How do you feel, did you succeed?"

Chen Dongsheng did not answer him, but leaned on the chair with his eyes closed.

In this way, I sat silently for nearly an hour. Time passed by, and suddenly, Chen Dongsheng opened his eyes, opened his mouth and vomited something that fell into the tea cup with a crisp sound.

The chef almost rushed over, holding the tea cup in both hands, with a look of excitement on his face, "It's out, it's out."

Chen Dongsheng glanced at him, his eyes fell on the tea cup, his tone was a bit tired and bored, "Destroy it."

"No, no, no!" The chef shook his head and denied his decision. His eyes seemed to be shining. He looked at the translucent crystals in the tea cup that looked like amber and light brown like pills. "This is a good thing."

"It's not just a bug." Although the bug had just solved a big problem for him, Chen Dongsheng still disdainful of the chef's methods.

The chef was not angry, and grinned and said, "This is not an ordinary bug, but it can eat a lot of things. Isn't it right to help you deal with some minor troubles."

When Chen Dongsheng picked up his eyebrows, he didn't say anything to refuse.

After resting for about two hours, the sky gradually darkened outside. Shen Qing put on his clothes, packed himself up, and sat quietly on the bed, waiting.

She didn't let her wait too long. When the clock in the room was pointing to seven o'clock, there was finally a knock on the door.

Outside the door was an old man with a serious expression. The old man's sharp gaze swept across Shen Qing's body without any malice, but it only stopped there.

He nodded slightly towards Shen Qing, "Miss Shen, the Patriarch is waiting for you in the restaurant."

"Trouble you." Shen Qing moved his eyes away from his slight contact, and went to the restaurant with him behind him.

Outside the door of the restaurant, the butler stopped and opened the door for her, and Shen Qing walked in alone.

This is a very emotional restaurant with dim lights and dim candles. The rose within the firelight was faintly red, and the music was melodious.

Chen Dongsheng sat at the dining table watching her walking step by step, his eyes were a little inexplicable.

Shen Qing's heart was beating, not the involuntary heartbeat before, but an indescribable weird feeling. She didn't know why. She hadn't seen each other for more than two hours, and Chen Dongsheng didn't feel the same to her, as if something was missing.

She suddenly felt that she shouldn't have come.

"What's the matter?" Chen Dongsheng asked in a gentle voice when she suddenly stopped.

Shen Qing shook his head, feeling that he really had been thinking too much recently. She walked to the chair, before she did her hands, suddenly stretched out a hand behind her to pull the chair away for her, and then a strange man's voice came, "Beautiful lady, please sit down."

Shen Qing was stunned, and turned his head to find that the speaker was wearing a white chef's clothes, but his face was full of beard. The color of his eyes was very light, and under the candlelight, they looked like glass beads.

She just froze for a while, nodded at the person, and said "thank you" softly.

After seated, the chef with a large tray in one hand walked to the table and brought up a plate of delicate dishes.