Chapter 4

◎She is more than enough to match anyone◎

When they got home, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Du Minda and Fang Fang had been waiting in the living room for a long time.

Du Ningyang said, "It's strange that you haven't slept yet," and walked into the room. While walking, he took off his fur coat, took off the exaggerated diamond earrings on his ears, and threw them on the sofa.

The floating hair flew with the dust, shining finely and densely under the warm light. Du Ningyang grinned at the two of them, her lipstick was shiny, and her curled eyelashes blinked smartly, looking extremely naughty.

"What's the expression on your face, bitter and vengeful?" She joked, "Who comes to bother you again during the New Year? I'll go and cut him."

"Don't go into the room yet, let's talk to you," Du Minda stopped Du Ningyang, "The in-laws called us today."

The word "in-laws" made Du Ningyang's alarm bells ring.

She didn't understand why getting married was like being branded with the name "Zhu Zhu". If there was any trouble with him, they would come to her to blame.

She walked to the bathroom, opened the door, turned on the tap and began to remove her makeup, "What do your 'in-laws' want to do?"

"They asked if you and Zhu Zhu are really determined to separate this time..." Du Minda's voice was weak, and she became less and less confident the more she asked, "Or will you reconcile after a while?"

In their eyes, Du Ningyang and Zhu Zhu were just two kids playing around.

Du Ningyang carefully and skillfully pulled the false eyelashes, found the right angle, tore them off in one go, and threw them into the toilet, "The divorce certificate is in the drawer of the coffee table. Haven't you seen it? Are you still worried that it's fake?"

Du Minda's face was twisted into a bitter gourd because she really couldn't do anything with this child.

"That's because you guys are so reckless! - We didn't agree at the beginning, but you went to get the marriage certificate even if you had to steal the household registration booklet. You didn't even have a wedding, and you didn't even buy a house. The marriage was a mess, and the divorce was inexplicable. What can't be solved? You didn't even discuss it with us." "

Yes, yes, you two have been together for so many years, and you can be considered childhood sweethearts. Congratulations, this kid is not a bad person, and he really likes you, but he hasn't grown up yet and is playful."

Fang Fang and Du Minda echoed each other, "Today, the in-laws said that he still wants to be with you and asked you not to be angry with him. We also discussed that when we have a child, he will be responsible as a father and will naturally mature, don't you think so?"

Du Ningyang frowned and took off his contact lenses with great effort. Taking advantage of this gap, Du Minda struck while the iron was hot, "Ningning, can you be more patient and wait for him to grow up?"

When will Zhuge grow up? This question was the answer that Du Ningyang wanted to know more than anyone else.

The process of waiting for him to grow up was too long, so long that even she, who was three years younger than him, had grown up, but he was still addicted to his beloved online world, eagerly waiting for his former best friends to come back.

But they have merged into reality and will never come back.

And she has also experienced all the stages of looking up to him and secretly in love with him, looking at him and falling in love with him, seeing through him and leaving him.

The pain of unfulfilled expectations is something that others will not understand. Du Ningyang leaned over and washed her face with warm water. The makeup remover diluted the fake face, raised her face, and the real self in the mirror was still very young, with delicate skin, a cold and firm expression, and clear black and white eyes.

Yes, she has made up her mind and will not look back.

"Mom, why should I wait for him to grow up," Du Ningyang turned to look at Fang Fang, "His parents have to wait for him to grow up, I have no obligation."

I have been with him for long enough, and I have done my best, she thought so, but did not say it out loud.

Fang Fang was speechless and choked, standing at the door of the bathroom, "You kid, what are you saying... If you miss such a suitable person and can't find one in the future, what will you do? What will you do if you regret it then?"

"Then let me regret it!" Du Ningyang finished removing his makeup and turned sideways to close the door, "I'm going to take a shower, today's parent-child talk time is over!"

"Hey..." Fang Fang wanted to say a few more words, but the door was closed with a "click".

Du Minda shook her head at Fang Fang, "Forget it, let her be. Naughty kids have their own way of living. If we don't care about her, she can live a few more years."

"You just spoiled her..."

"Ms. Fang, we are the same." She

said she would ignore her. After six o'clock the next day, the haze outside the window was still heavy and blue. Fang Fang gently opened Du Ningyang's door and added a layer of cotton quilt for her.

Du Ningyang usually slept well and would not open his eyes until noon. However, the gas ran out the night before, the water heating suddenly stopped, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. The whole person seemed to be sleeping in an ice cellar.

This layer of quilt came in time. In a half-awake state, he heard the two little old people muttering.

"When can she dye her hair back? This red color makes my chest hurt."

"It's quite fashionable. She's an artist. It's normal for artists to dress avant-garde."

"Is tattoo also art?"

"Why not... Ningning is a top student who graduated from Huaimei after all."

"There are so many people who got into Huaimei. You just spoil her and have a filter for her... and you still don't admit it."

Du Ningyang wanted to hear it more clearly, so she turned over. The two men stepped back for fear of waking her up.

They retreated while discussing, "Then how do we go back to Zhu He's house? You go and tell him - just say that the children don't get along, that they are not destined to be together, and that they can still be good friends in the future. Zhu Fu Zhu He will find someone suitable."

"Why don't you go and tell him?"

"I'm shy."

"How can this bad guy still sleep! He gives us problems every day. But you shouldn't have said that yesterday. How could no one want her in the future?"

"I was just angry. Of course she is worthy of anyone. She is more than enough!"

Seeing the two of them muttering to each other and worrying endlessly, Du Ningyang held back his laughter in the quilt and shouted, "Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the quilt!"

Du Minda and Fang Fang were so scared that they took a step back. They looked at each other and Du Ningyang said, "Next time you say bad things about others, remember to close the door!" "

What bad words? How dare I say bad things about you? I've only said good things about you," Fang Fang said as she came to the door. "You go to sleep. I won't bother you anymore. We'll go to the property management to refill the gas."

She really needed a nap. To be precise, according to her biological clock, she needed to sleep for at least five more hours. Du Ningyang closed her eyes, but Wen Xu's face appeared in her mind.

The scenes in the dream changed. Sometimes it was in the corridor of the studio, and sometimes in Huaguang's ice cream shop.

Sometimes he sat diagonally in front of her, half of his body blocked by the drawing board, and sometimes it was a vague silhouette in the distance.

Finally... until the end, it was his enlarged face, with delicate features, more calm and heroic than when he was young, and he could withstand her proud five-point zero vision.

They were too close, and his breath fluttered on her face, making her face itchy.

His voice was very light, "My name is Wen Xu, Wen as in Hearing, Xu as in Overture."

She said very unculturedly, "Your name is quite nice."

"Really? Thank you," he said politely and modestly, like a white smooth-haired puppy, "Du Ningyang, your name is also very nice."

"Then kiss me," she said in the dream without pretending, raising her face without any shame, not looking like a lady from a noble family at all.

As if inputting a command to a robot, he replied, "Okay, then close your eyes, I'm going to kiss you now."

She closed her eyes and straightened her back forward, indicating her acquiescence. Then he began to kiss her face, kissing very carefully and gently, like a soft and moist cloud. After a while, he asked, "Do you remember my name?"

"Yes," she repeated in the dream, "Wen as in Hearing, Xu as in Overture."

The atmosphere was good, the mood was enough, the temperature was rising, and she had a strong premonition that it would soon become a heated situation. As if she wanted to get closer to him and establish a long-standing relationship with him, she suddenly said in the dream, "I know you. You are Wen Xu from Uncle Wen's family."

Wen Xu from Uncle Wen's family again?

As soon as the voice fell, her face flushed instantly from the perspective of God, and big beads of sweat appeared on her forehead in a hurry, - Shut up! Shut up! Why are you saying this at this time?

In the dream, Wen Xu's face full of tenderness instantly turned into a face full of shock, and he gritted his teeth and called her name, "Du, Ning, Yang, have you forgotten me again! Have you!"

Then came one echo after another, in the empty room, the surroundings were as hot as a fire, and each one was louder than the other, comparable to the devil's sound piercing the ears:

- Have you forgotten me again! Have you forgotten me! Have you forgotten me! Have you forgotten me! Have you forgotten me! Have you forgotten me!

Du Ningyang woke up from the bed again like a spring, fortunately, this time in his own room.

"Mom--" She shouted at the air: "Don't turn on the heating so high next time!!"

Why was it Wen Xu, and why did she dream about Wen Xu? She rubbed her hair and quickly fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, recalling the past bit by bit.

Then she found that Wen Xu's figure was everywhere.