1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 366 Jiang Ting's Love and Reaction

The sixth day of the first lunar month, the tenth day of the second lunar month.

Xiaowei Hutong, Wutong Courtyard.

As we enter the new year, early spring in the north arrives quietly and gently.

In the gray yard, apart from the bright red couplets in front of each house, only the sycamore trees with tender green buds can give people a glimpse of the beauty of spring.

A gentle breeze echoed in the yard, the green shadows of the sycamore trees swayed lightly, and the sound of the trees was like a flowing stream.

Some changes have taken place to the water well next to the eaves. The well mouth has been reinforced and raised with cement, and a water-drawing device has also been installed.

Several women washing clothes were laughing and chatting. Among them, a young woman stood on the edge of the well, holding a wooden pole with her arm, moving it up and down. The gurgling well water, steaming hot, poured into the basin from the cast iron pipe.

From the chimney of the next room rose blue-green smoke, carrying the aroma of wood.

The window of the main room was half open, and a cat was napping on the windowsill.

You can get a glimpse of the tranquility and peace of spring.

Behind the desk opposite the window, a beautiful woman with a plump and soft figure, a cold and intellectual temperament, sat upright. Her jade-like back, wrapped in a black slim coat, was as straight as a pine tree, and her cold white neck was held high like a phoenix.

The gentle breeze outside the window ruffled her fair hair beside her ears, swaying in graceful arcs like the delicate branches of a spring willow.

"Screw rustle..."

The pale yellow notebook was spread out on the desk, and the bright light from the window was reflected on the paper, casting a faint milky glow.

Jiang Ting's cold, white, slender hands held an old-fashioned black fountain pen with a mottled paint surface, and she wrote slowly and steadily, with an elegant coolness in her every move.

The handwriting is intellectual and cold, meticulous, and even the punctuation marks cannot be found to have any deviations.

It is cold, but still beautiful and elegant.

The horizontal, vertical and diagonal strokes of the characters look like ice flowers.

Sometimes it blooms, sometimes it blooms, sometimes it droops, sometimes it is covered with dew...

Just as her emotions changed as she recorded it.

"In 1981, when spring came, he invited me to his home to celebrate the New Year. I don't know if it was a special invitation or just a casual invitation."

"It was a special invitation. I found the same bracelet as Xiaoli's under my pillow at night. It was a pair. Wasn't it for my daughter-in-law?... Did he know?!"

"Probably not."

"On the morning of the 28th, he will go to his sister's house to celebrate the New Year. Will he meet her parents or discuss marriage?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. I gave him the bracelet back and he told me to keep it. He was testing me but couldn't bear to refuse..."

"He left. I didn't eat, couldn't sleep, and went to bed at three o'clock... When I got up in the morning, the bracelet was soaked with sweat from holding it in my hand. Fortunately, it was made of gold and would not break easily."

"It's New Year's Day, Sister Minghua asked me to go over for New Year's dinner, but Ning Ruzheng came to deliver a letter, so I won't go."

"At the New Year's Eve dinner, Sister Yuxiu asked me about my bracelet. My whole body was soaked, including there. It was strange...

After washing, I took off all my clothes, put on his clothes, slept on his pillow, and slept on his bed. I felt so peaceful and comfortable. I haven’t felt this way for a long time. ”

"When I woke up in the morning, fortunately Sister Yuxiu didn't remember it."

“I’m going home to clean up on the third day of the new year, and they’re coming back in two days.

"Jia Jia came to pay New Year's greetings in the afternoon. She looked beautiful again. She asked if those two people were not here?"

"You were away only these few days, but you stayed by my side the rest of the time, really! Will it be the same in the future too?"

"The fifth day of the new year. Have you boarded the train? I can't sleep."

"It's the sixth day of the new year. I should be back today."

The beautiful woman held her cheek with one hand and wrote in her diary calmly for a while.

She put down her pen and raised her wrist to check the time again. The hour hand had just passed seven o'clock. She frowned and asked, "Why is it only half past seven?"

Thinking that they would see each other again soon, the beautiful cold woman felt happy.

Although she was happy, she was a little dissatisfied because time was passing too slowly.

Recently, her sleep quality has been very good and she gets up early in the morning.

After getting up and washing up in the morning, Jiang Ting habitually organized the framework ideas of the new paper according to her daily routine and work plan.

I read for a while and then wrote down the diary that was missing during this period.

She thought maybe she would wait until she had dealt with these things.

That man and those two familiar figures would appear in the view through the window, looking at her and smiling, calling her aunt.

But after working for a while, the efficiency is very high and it is only half past seven now.

"It's too early. I should have slept until nine."

The beautiful woman pursed her lips, feeling a little regretful, but soon shook her head and laughed.

No matter what, Xiaoyan and Xiaoli will be back today. There is no need to worry. I can see them today.

The train station is in Dongcheng District, not far from Wangfujing, and it only takes eleven or twelve minutes to walk home.

Thinking of this, the corners of the beautiful woman's lips slightly raised, and she felt that under the thick ice in her heart, a trace of joy seeped out along the cracks.

Especially when I think of Cheng Kaiyan.

Recently, except for going back to clean, she basically lived in Cheng Kaiyan's room.

At first, Xu Yuxiu was afraid that she would not be used to it and would dislike it, so she suggested switching with her.

But Jiang Ting was reluctant to change. The feeling she had in the room, on the bed, curled up in the quilt was just like that night of the raid, when Cheng Kaiyan was running wildly with her on his back, with vicious pursuers behind him, and she was sleeping on Cheng Kaiyan's back. She had fallen into a deep abyss of infinite terror, but was pulled up by him in an instant, and a heavy sense of security filled her heart.

"If he was there at that time, how great it would be. He could be like this..."

The beautiful woman held her cheek with her hand, her face as calm as water as she murmured, her dark and cold eyes filled with sadness and pain, "It was already several decades ago, huh..."

He shook his head, put aside the sorrow from his heart, and let his thoughts flash through his mind without order.

She slept well and got up early these days.

Normally, I toss and turn until eleven or twelve o'clock before I can fall asleep, and sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

But now she falls asleep as soon as she gets into bed and sleeps till dawn.

I feel refreshed, relaxed and happy, and my body seems to have become much lighter.

In addition, there were some subtle changes in her body. She became more sensitive, especially when facing things related to Cheng Kaiyan. Just like a peach that would ooze out sweet juice when he touched it.

In addition, Jiang Ting's temperament has changed a little. The coldness that keeps people at a distance has faded a little, just like a frozen flower competing for the sun.

"Perhaps it's sleeping in his bed, or maybe it's wearing the bracelet he gave me..."

Jiang Ting pondered this question, her heart as indifferent as ever. She had noticed this change around her niece.

The originally quiet and gentle lady from a noble family, after being with Heiguai Dunji, turned into a girl who would act like a spoiled child, get jealous, and take the initiative to be intimate.

Of course, Jiang Ting is not at that level, at most her temperament is not that cold.

As a calm and intellectual scholar, Jiang Ting has been thinking a lot about the changes in herself and reading a lot of materials. She finally came to a conclusion:
This is probably why when a woman approaches and enters into an intimate relationship, her physical and mental state will undergo a multi-dimensional evolution. This change is both an awakening of her biological instinct and a reconstruction of her social role and self-cognition.

Simply put, it is what people often say: the magic of love.

“Love is the only social behavior that rewires human neural circuits.”

Jiang Ting hesitated for a moment while holding the pen, and wrote this sentence on the last line of this page of the diary. Then she looked at it calmly and recited it silently in her heart.

It seems as if I want to engrave these words in my heart.

Love is an experience and change that she has never experienced before.

It is as sour as orange and as sweet as honey.

However, for a mature woman like her who has always been cold in character, it is very easy to control her emotions and think rationally.

It is unlikely that she would be carried away, especially when it comes to the taboo relationship between her and Cheng Kaiyan?

Twenty-one, thirty-three, twelve years between them.

Nephew, aunt.

Student, professor.

Nephew-in-law, aunt...

I am afraid that if any of them were exposed, it would bring unimaginable shock and destroy all of them.

But this is not the point, but that Jiang Ting is rational and calm enough.

And...the most important thing is that she wants very little.

People often say that love is selfish and exclusive.

But this is not comprehensive, love also exists in other states.

She didn't ask for anything, she just hoped that he could stay quietly by her side.

Until a certain year, when she would banish all the affection from her heart, like taking honey out of a rotten tooth.

"Hehe...it's better for him not to know."

The beautiful woman smiled tenderly and murmured in a soft voice.

I quietly read the last line for a while, as well as the words full of warnings and admonitions, and suppressed the soft emotions in my heart.

Her eyes gradually became indifferent, and her pretty face was expressionless.

She blew the ink dry and closed the notebook, then picked up the old rusty enamel teacup on the table.

This is naturally what Cheng Kaiyan often uses.

However, the beautiful woman who is a little bit of a germaphobe and keeps people at a distance doesn't mind.

"When he comes back, you can get him a new one."

She planned as she pleased, walked to the window with the teacup in her hand, opened it and looked towards the yard and the sky.

The sky was overcast in the distance, with light grey clouds floating overhead.

The breeze blowing towards us is getting faster and faster, and the spring rain as fine as cow hair is wrapped in the wind, pouring into the yard silently.

Several women who were washing clothes screamed and complained, raised their white arms to their foreheads to block the rain, and ran back to the eaves with their buckets.

"They should be able to arrive at the station in the morning on the bus last night? It's raining, did you bring an umbrella?"

Jiang Ting held the hot teacup in her hands, staring out the window in a daze, with a worried look on her face.

The drizzle fell on the beautiful woman's delicate, flawless, cold and beautiful face, bringing a hint of coolness.

The forehead, cheeks, lips, and long eyelashes were covered with a few drops of drizzle...

A slight moist coolness arises from the bottom of my heart.

It’s icy cool, very comfortable and cozy.

Winter in the north is dry, and a spring rain can nourish the city and people's hearts.

Jiang Ting lowered her head and sipped the steaming tea. The tea had a light fragrance and a sweet aftertaste.

When she looked up.

Amidst the heavy rain curtain woven by drizzling rain, two familiar figures rushed in from the hanging flower gate.

It broke into her field of vision and into her heart.

Cheng Kaiyan and Liu Xiaoli were carrying large and small bags in their hands and walking hurriedly towards the yard, but the fine and dense spring rain fell on their clothes, leaving traces of tiny raindrops.

Suddenly.

Jiang Ting looked at them quietly, a faint smile blooming on her beautiful face.

"Auntie!"

Perhaps the gaze was too obvious, or perhaps it was telepathy.

The young couple who were returning home in the rain soon noticed it. They looked in this direction and saw the beautiful figure standing in the window. They shouted with joy.

It’s already the sixth day of the New Year, and I didn’t expect that my aunt is here.

Liu Xiaoli and Cheng Kaiyan were both very surprised, especially Cheng Kaiyan.

"I'm back, come in quickly!"

Jiang Ting raised her hand and waved gently, shouting in a calm and gentle voice.

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(End of this chapter)