Chapter 8 You and Me That Year 4
Two months is not a long time.
According to the company's regulations, all employees need to intern for three months before they can be hired as full-time employees. Because Qing Nuan has a high talent for design and is conscientious and responsible at work, her supervisor gave her special approval and she was hired as a full-time employee two months later.
Qing Nuan was naturally very happy. She received the news that morning and was busy calling Song Yang to tell him the good news at noon.
"I got a full-time job ahead of schedule!" She couldn't hide her smile in her tone, "How's it going? Isn't it great?"
"Of course." Song Yang flattered her on the phone, "I said, with our Nuan Nuan's extraordinary talent, she will definitely be promoted to a regular employee in advance, and will be promoted to team leader in half a year, supervisor in a year, management in two years, and the president's office in three years! Haha!"
Qing Nuan was amused by him and laughed: "Don't be so slick, if you want to do it, then do it for real."
Song Yang replied: "You must be serious. Come, you can choose from all the restaurants in City A. How about that?"
"That's boring. No matter how delicious it is, it's made by someone else's chef. I have a chef at home, why would I eat someone else's food?" Qing Nuan laughed, "Go home and cook for me, and wait for me to come back."
Song Yang was complaining this time. He had many skills: basketball, skating, online games, skiing, golf, street dance... but he just couldn't cook.
Since his girlfriend had asked him to cook, he had no choice but to start preparing after hanging up the phone. Since he was completely unfamiliar with cooking, he bought chicken, duck, fish and meat, and finally stayed in the kitchen the entire afternoon.
When Qing Nuan came back from get off work, she was smelled by a burnt smell.
When she arrived at the dining table, Qing Nuan noticed the horrible dishes on the table.
"What is this?" Qing Nuan asked, frowning and pointing at a plate of black stuff.
Song Yang scratched his head and replied, "It's stir-fried beef."
"What about this?" Qing Nuan pointed at a large pot of soup, vegetables, and large pieces of meat and asked, " Is this a stew?"
Song Yang scratched his head again and replied, "It's West Lake beef soup."
Qing Nuan smiled and decided not to ask what the suspicious objects in the other plates were. After all, the gap between imagination and reality was too big.
Qing Nuan originally thought that tonight's dinner would be ruined, and the celebration that was originally planned would be cancelled, but unexpectedly, Song Yang suddenly produced a bouquet of roses from behind him.
"Nuannuan, please don't eat the food I cooked... For the sake of your health, I understand you." Song Yang was really embarrassed and started scratching his head while speaking. However, he changed the subject and smiled again, "But you have to accept these flowers. I picked them specially. Take a look at the message on the card. Come on, take a look."
Qing Nuan took the rose with a smile and opened the card. On the card was written a line of letters: Ti Amo.
Qing Nuan took out the card and looked at it for a long time , confirming that this was not the English she was familiar with. Suddenly, she felt that the letters were somewhat familiar, but she was confused.
"Ti Amo?" Qing Nuan asked Song Yang blankly while holding up the card, "What does this mean?"
Song Yang hugged Qing Nuan, smiling with a hint of pride: "I love you ."
Qing Nuan was silent for a while after hearing this, and then asked in confusion: "What do you mean by I love you? What language is that?"
"Don't you like reading Rabindranath Tagore's poems very much? I saw you read the Chinese version and the English version, but you must have never read the Italian version? I accidentally saw this word the other day and thought it was very good." Song Yang explained, and he hugged Qing Nuan with more force. "This is Italian, which means I love you. Ti means 'you', and Amo is the conjugated verb of 'I love'."
Qing Nuan's whole body trembled, as if she had woken up from a dream, and the words echoed in her mind - Ti means "you".
She had seen the word!
She had actually seen this word!
Seeing Qing Nuan standing there in a daze, Song Yang thought she was moved by him and was secretly delighted.
You know, although he and Qing Nuan have been dating for three years, Qing Nuan still refuses to let him kiss her until now.
He knew that she was trying hard to change herself and to accept him, so Song Yang was not afraid and he kept waiting.
At this moment, seeing Qing Nuan's reaction, Song Yang felt that maybe the time had come.
So he slowly leaned down, ready to cover Qingnuan's lips with his.
But suddenly Qing Nuan found strength from nowhere and pushed Song Yang away, breaking free from Song Yang's arms.
Song Yang was wondering when he saw Qing Nuan crying.
“Ti Amo…Ti Amo…” Qing Nuan murmured the word, tears streaming down her face, almost collapsing.
“Ti Amo!” Qing Nuan chanted louder and louder, and finally cried out as if her heart was broken, “ Why did I only know it now?”
Qing Nuan threw the rose on the ground, and she tightly grasped the card with "Ti Amo" written on it in her hand, crying like a child lost in a foreign country.
Later, Qing Nuan threw away the card as well.
She stared blankly at the palm of her right hand…there used to be a "Ti" there too.
It was written by Cheng Ge for her.
