Exclusive Memory Chapter 9 Part 1

I wanted to put a forewarning before this chapter. There is some heavy and depressing things in it. I just want you to be prepared mentally because I wasn't and became very sad after. Just always remember that there are also happy things in life along with the bad.

Also, I have added "Next Page" for all of the chapters so you may easily navigate while reading. I have completed the next 2 chapters and may finish the rest of the book tonight, since I am translating while reading it myself for the first time, and I tend to binge haha. I rather not wait to release and release as I go so that you may all get it sooner.

He parked the car and we climbed up to the fourth floor together.

Walking to the door of the house, I suddenly realized a very serious problem, and suddenly turned around to look at Mu Chenghe behind me.

"Is there anything else?"

"I..." I was tempted to say, teacher, changed my mind. But is it still too late?

"You wait for me for a minute." After I finished speaking, I left him quickly opened the door, got into the room, and pulled the underwear, nightdress, charger, and coffee off the sofa at a superhuman speed. My toner, magazines, and snacks were all stuffed into the bedroom before he was invited in.

He looked around, and said with emotion without a smile: "Fortunately, it's much neater than I imagined."

My face darkened, and I bet he wanted to laugh.

In the end, he sat on the sofa watching TV and turned on the air conditioner, and I buried myself in the kitchen cooking. While washing the rice, I looked back at Mu Chenghe in the living room mournfully, with only one feeling in my heart—regret. Regretting why I didn't take up his dinner invite, and even proposed to make it for him in a stupid way?

The vodka he brought was on the dining table, and I swallowed greedily.

After a while, I was frying shredded potatoes, and he stood at the door and asked, "Do you want help?"

"No, just a stir-fried chicken wing, it's okay."

"So many dishes." He glanced at it, "I never thought you could really cook."

"In the past, my mother went to work, and my father drove a taxi. I cooked three meals a day. So I know how to cook home-cooked food, but I can't do it if it's too difficult."

He walked into the kitchen and asked me, "Is there any wine?"

"Yes. Why?"

"The next dish, I'll make it for you."

As he spoke, he took off another Sunflower apron on the wall and tied it around his body, washed his hands in water, washed the chicken wings, drained the water, and asked me again: "Is there any butter?"

I stared blankly at his series of actions, not quite used to it yet, and it took me a long time before I answered: "No."

"As long as there is milk."

"There is milk!"

"Ketchup?"

"I have it."

I prepared things and stood by watching him marinate the chicken wings with red wine, milk and other ingredients.

"What do you want to cook?"

“Wings with red wine.”

"Can chicken wings be fried with milk and red wine?"

"Russian way." Then, he added: "I think most children like to eat it."

"..."

"I have a classmate whose child is three years old this year." I said.

"Uh..." He was startled, "How old is it?"

"Three years old." I stretched my fingers in front of him and made a gesture, "A high school classmate, she went home after the college entrance examination and changed her household registration, and married someone. During the winter vacation of the sophomore year, we had a class reunion, and she brought the child. Taught him to call us auntie, it really scared us to death."

He smiled, didn't answer my words, and turned on the range hood.

"It must have happened to you too," I said.

"My former classmates were all older than me," he said. "A lot of people are having children now."

"Is there a female classmate who makes you sad?" I asked with a lewd expression.

"There are one or two." He actually answered honestly.

"Huh?" I was surprised, "Really?"

But people looked down on me. I was several years younger than them at that time."

"Oh." I nodded meaningfully, and then concluded, "So you like older people."

He smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't bother to open his mouth to refute me.

The button of the rice cooker jumped up, and I pulled out the plug to serve the rice, and then set the dishes.

At this time, Liu Qi called.

"Did you eat?" Liu Qi asked.

"Eating right now."

"Say hello to Teacher Mu on my behalf."

"Hmm."

I don't know why, but I endured it and didn't tell him that Mu Chenghe and I were cooking at home.

Mu Chenghe served the chicken wings with red wine on the table, and then went back to the kitchen to put the apron up. The plate of chicken wings, red and brown, exudes fragrance. So, I took the opportunity to reach for the chicken wings on the plate, but I didn't know it was too hot, so I hurriedly let go. Then, I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted. Sweet and tempting.

After he sat down, I asked, "Do you want a drink?"

"You can drink a little, I won't drink."

I was having a good time, and went back to get the wine glass. Just as I entered the kitchen, the phone rang again, so I went back to answer it.

"Hi—" I said.

"Tongtong." It's my mother.

"Mom."

"Where are you?"

"At home."

"Tongtong, Chen Yan is dead."

I was stunned and asked back, "Chen Yan? Impossible.”

For a moment, I only felt that my brain boomed.

"How is it possible, she texted me the other day. Didn't you still talk about her in the morning?”

"She disappeared last night. We found her just now. She..." Mom didn't continue, but said instead: "If you are free, come here."

I hung up the phone blankly at the same spot, glanced back at Mu Chenghe, and then began to explain to him while looking for IDs, chargers, and packing things.

Mu Chenghe put down his chopsticks, sat on the stool, and quietly watched me do all this.

At the end, he said, "I'll go with you."

By the time we got on the bus to City B, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Originally our tickets were No. 17 and No. 18, but the two seats happened to be staggered. Mu Chenghe said a few nice words to the aunt next to me, and then we got back together.

Auntie looked at me with a smile, and then at Mu Chenghe, "You are classmates, school is on holiday, why don't you go home together?"

I was depressed and didn't answer.

Mu Chenghe smiled, noncommittal. I've found that whenever he doesn't want to say anything to the other person, it's a good idea to just smile at people.

As soon as we got on the highway, the driver started to play a movie.

He and I didn't read newspapers or magazines, and were too far away from the TV screen, so we looked out the window at the scene flying backwards together.

I was silent, and he was silent too.

The bus got out of the expressway around the city, and when it passed the overpass, it changed direction. The harsh sunlight came in from our side of the window instead, and we had to draw the curtains tightly.

I couldn't sit comfortably, so I leaned my head against the window glass weakly, shaking with the car, and occasionally bumping. Under this rhythmic shaking, I fell asleep without knowing it.

I was drowsy and didn't sleep well. I just felt that someone turned off the air-conditioning vent above my head for me, and changed the direction of my head, and put it on his shoulder.

I opened my eyes and realized that it was not a dream, but that I was indeed leaning on Mu Chenghe's body. He is very thin, so there is no extra flesh on the shoulders, which is uncomfortable. But after hesitating for a while, I allowed myself to maintain this position.

He didn't move.

I dare not move either.

I'm afraid that if I make any movement, he will find that I have woken up.

I don’t know how many kilometers the car has driven. I can’t see the TV screen with my eyes, and I have been listening to the movie played on it with my ears. I only know the male lead.

My neck was so sore, I finally couldn't help raising my head, away from Mu Chenghe's shoulder. Only then did I realize that he had actually fallen asleep. He leaned his head on the back of the chair, pursed his lips tightly, as if to let me lean on his shoulder better, and sat very low. The right hand is holding the mobile phone, the left hand is flat on the knee, the five fingers are slightly curled, and the palm is facing upwards.

The bus bumped back and forth from time to time, and every time it shook, the hand on his knee would slide down a little. I watched it slide down little by little, and when it finally fell completely, it touched my hand.

I admit that I put my hand between the two of us on purpose just now, waiting for it to fall.

But at the moment when the back of my hand was touching the back of my hand, I suddenly bounced away and hurriedly retracted my hand.

Under the air conditioner, his hands looked a little cold, but they were hot to me.

I couldn't help but start to despise myself, I was dating with Liu Qi, but I had delusional thoughts about Mu Chenghe, so I opened my handbag, took out my phone and sent a message to Liu Qi, telling him that I have something to go to my mother's place.

I don't know if this series of actions of mine alarmed Mu Chenghe and made him wake up. He glanced at the time on the phone, and then put the hand I touched just now back on his lap.

A few minutes later, Liu Qi replied to my text message.

"What's the hurry?"

"The daughter of one of my mother's colleagues passed away, and I will go there."

"Then be careful on the road."

I looked at the line and pressed the return key. I don’t know if others fall in love like us. At first I accepted him because I selfishly wanted to use him to forget Mu Chenghe. Later, he treated me well, and I felt at ease with him, and even made our relationship public. When I was with him, I felt very at ease, and felt that I should accept that he treated me like this, and those touching love experiences in books and TV were just art tricks to deceive people's tears and money. Love in reality should be like Liu Qi and I, plain and simple, we have dinner and date when we have time, and we are busy when we don't have time, we don't see each other for a few days, and we can't talk about missing anything.

I even feel that my affection for Mu Chenghe is just the fearless obsession and pursuit of a young girl, and when I have Liu Qi, I will definitely forget him.

However, when I touched Mu Chenghe's hand, it was like being bitten by a poisonous snake, and I suddenly panicked .

"Teacher Mu." I called very quietly, but the man reading the newspaper in the front row of the aisle still heard this address and looked at us both curiously.

"Huh?" Mu Chenghe replied.

"It seems to be more than halfway." I changed my words. Actually, I want to ask, if I get there, how can I introduce you to my mother, my teacher, or my friend? When I met the researching gaze of the male passenger, I didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"I guess I'll be there after eight o'clock." He realized something, and added, "I'll go back to City A after I get you there."

"Teacher Mu..." I called him again.

He turned to look at me.

"Thank you." I said.

Even Liu Qi never thought of coming with me, but he didn't hesitate at all.

He smiled, "Every time you say thank you to me, your expression is very serious."

"Huh?" I wondered, "When?"

"It was the same last time at Starbucks."

I thought of myself crying alone on the street, and asked uncomfortably: "Is there any? Besides, you are a teacher, and I am your student, so I must not laugh at you...haha... ..."

I paused slowly, and didn't go any further, because I found that the way he looked at me was not right. I saw his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes fell on my mouth, and then moved away, giving me the feeling that he was suddenly unhappy.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked.

He looked at my eyes, a little confused, and stared at my lips.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked again.

Now, he seemed to understand, shook his head, and tried to squeeze a smile at me, then turned his head away, leaning the back of his head on the back of the chair, closing his eyes, and remained silent.

I found a layer of sweat on his forehead, so I asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell? Are you motion sick?"

He didn't talk to me anymore.

I suddenly remembered that on the night of New Year's Eve last year, he was also like this, as if his reaction became dull in an instant, and he had to repeat his words two or three times before he could understand. He was not the usual Mu Chenghe at all.

There was an ominous feeling in my heart.

I stared at him intently, afraid that there was something uncomfortable about him.

Not long after, the bus slowed down slowly and finally stopped. When the driver inquired, he realized that there was a car accident in front of him, so he could only pass through in one direction.

After stopping, the driver turned off the accelerator, and turned off the air conditioner after a while. In less than a few minutes, the temperature inside the car began to rise sharply. Hearing the complaints from the passengers, the driver explained impatiently: "The company has regulations on how much fuel we use. Now we don't know how long the traffic jam will be. I can only save money. I'll leave it on for a while at most, and turn it off for a while."

Even so, it still feels stuffy.

Mu Chenghe didn't move, his eyes were tightly closed, and his brows were slightly frowned.

I remember that he was very afraid of heat, and I was afraid that he would feel more uncomfortable when he was hot, so I took out a notepad from my handbag, tore out a few pages, folded them together and fanned him.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at me, and opened his mouth to say four words: "Xue Tong, no need."

I said, "It's okay, I'm idle anyway."

He closed his eyes, expressionless.

Looking at his face, I remembered when I was a child, my father was still alive, and our family still lived in a house in the old city. Every time he carried a gas tank home, he had to go up to the eighth floor. Dad is fat and loves to sweat. If he can't climb two floors, he will put down to take a breath, sweating profusely all over his body. I chased after him, holding a small fan and standing on tiptoe to fan him. In fact, the coolness doesn't help much, but my dad will always say happily: "Tongtong is really dad's sweetheart." Occasionally, on hot and sweltering nights when there is a power outage, my dad will sleep with a paper fan next to me and fan me, but I am sweating profusely. Usually, he starts snoring loudly before I fall asleep.

Recalling such trifles, and thinking of Chen Yan's sudden death and Mu Chenghe's sudden illness, it is inevitable to feel sad, so my heart feels even more uncomfortable. Gradually, the frequency of the fan began to slow down, and my wrist felt sore, so I switched to the other hand and continued. After a short time, I slowly slowed down.

Just when I was about to switch sides again, his hand lifted up, and the fingertips first touched my arm, and then slowly moved up against the skin, to the wrist, and then to the palm.

Then, he held my hand tightly, pulled it back to his chest, and stopped me directly with his movements.

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