My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 35 A Long Vacation, The Golden Moment
Even so, the cost of Cheng Shuangjiang's treasures was still painful to pay for.

After all, her monthly living expenses are only 1,200 yuan, and this is one-twelfth of that.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if August were suddenly missing from the twelve months of the year.

Even if the two of them split the cost equally in the end, this cake is still a bit extravagant.

Do you need a large shopping bag?

The cashier skillfully scanned their purchases and casually asked a question.

Just as Zhou Heming was about to ask for one, he saw Cheng Shuangjiang expertly pull out two cloth shopping bags from her bag, some even bearing the logos of other supermarkets.

"I saved fifty cents!"

The two packed the items into shopping bags, and Cheng Shuangjiang said proudly.

"If we come to buy twice a week from now on, we can save fifty yuan a year, and five hundred yuan in ten years. As long as we buy together for twenty years, we can afford to eat king crab even without discounts."

Zhou Heming quickly began to calculate.

The girl looked at the boy whose mind was occupied by these inexplicable thoughts and smiled helplessly.

When the two were carrying their things home, the sun had not yet set. The setting sun cast its light on the corridor of the tenement building, making the dust in the air particularly noticeable.

"The Daliyuan effect".

"Yes, yes, the egg yolk pie effect."

The two of them chatted and laughed as they climbed the stairs and arrived at the door.

"So, is this the first time A-He has ever been in my room?"

The girl paused as she took out her keys.

"After all, it was in my past life."

He saved her from the brink of death.

"Should I take a shower and change first, to make it a little more of a ritual?"

Zhou Heming interrupted her thoughts.

"no thanks."

Click——

The door lock was opened, and Cheng Shuangjiang pushed the door open.

"Please come in, no need to change your shoes."

The room was very clean and tidy, not the kind of empty hospital room that feels deserted, but rather a refreshing place that had been carefully cleaned and maintained.

The layout is similar to Zhou Heming's room, both being one-bedroom apartments with a living room, and the bedroom and balcony are visible at a glance.

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the window, bathing the girl's neatly made bed in a golden hue. Her school uniform shirt and trousers hung on the balcony, perfectly pressed and swaying in the breeze. Her clean shoes sat on the windowsill.

"Put this in the refrigerator, and this one on the table."

The room's owner quickly assigned a place for the items purchased that day.

Zhou Heming walked into the kitchen and subconsciously reached behind the door, where he found an apron. He tied it on and discovered that the apron had been washed many times, and the original light blue color had turned white, while the cat head pattern on the front was also mottled and unclear.

How did you know the apron was there?

The girl who was cleaning the refrigerator was somewhat surprised.

"I guess it's usually placed here?"

You should say, "We're on the same wavelength."

A smile lingered on her lips.

"Our kitchen knives are all hanging on the wall, what a coincidence!"

Zhou Heming applied what he learned immediately.

"This looks so fake!"

Despite her hand injury, the girl still tried her best to help.

Because they had sea bass and canned dace with black bean sauce, their fish intake tonight was a little too high.

Cut the scallions into sections and slice the ginger, place them on a plate, stuff a little bit into the fish's belly, make a few cuts on the sea bass, put it in, and while waiting for the water to boil, Zhou Heming had already prepared the romaine lettuce.

Upon opening the can of dace, a familiar aroma wafted out.

"The bones are the essence of this thing."

He murmured to himself, scooped out some of the fermented black beans with a spoon, and then took out the fish meat and broke it into small pieces.

Once the water in the pot boiled, Zhou Heming placed the plate of sea bass into the steamer, covered it, and timed it with his phone.

"Ah He, you're very skilled."

Cheng Shuangjiang, who lent a helping hand from behind, praised him.

"It's alright, but it's a pity there's only one stove, so the food takes a little longer to cook."

Zhou Heming had already cut the scallions into sections with a knife, sliced ​​them vertically, laid them flat, and then neatly sliced ​​them into shreds.

When it was time to steam the sea bass, he put the steamer aside and placed a wok on top.

"Wait a moment."

Cheng Shuangjiang spoke up at this moment.

"I'll stir-fry this. Ah He, you hold the wok for me."

She volunteered.

"Don't force it."

The small kitchen was stuffy with steam. The two were very close and could see the fine hairs on each other's faces and the beads of sweat between their hair.

"Let me try."

She persisted, and Zhou Heming had no choice but to comply, after all, she was the owner of the room.

However, once the fire was lit and the pot was heated, Zhou Heming, who had been prepared to salvage the situation, discovered that Cheng Shuangjiang was indeed a good cook.

Even with just one hand, one can easily stir-fry all the vegetables. With Zhou Heming's wok-flipping skills, one can even reach the level of a master chef.

Soon, the two dishes were served on the table in the living room.

Zhou Heming went back to his room and contributed two cans of Coke from the refrigerator. He also brought over the bowl and chopsticks that he only used for eating instant noodles—Cheng Shuangjiang's house only had one set of bowl and chopsticks and two plates.

"Do I need to eat with my phone first?"

He saw Cheng Shuangjiang pick up her phone and take a picture first.

"Because this was the first meal that Ah He cooked for me."

"That's also thanks to you."

"Each each other."

The two chatted casually as they picked up their chopsticks.

Zhou Heming first tasted the sea bass. Although it was a dead fish, it hadn't been dead for too long and was still very fresh. Paired with the steamed fish sauce prepared by Cheng Shuangjiang, the taste was just right.

"It's up to restaurant standards."

He praised.

"Then let's try the stir-fried romaine lettuce with black bean dace and see how it tastes?"

Cheng Shuangjiang picked up her chopsticks with her left hand and urged him on. Zhou Heming nervously picked up a piece of lettuce dipped in fermented black beans and put it in his mouth.

"how is it going?"

The girl looked at him with expectant eyes.

Zhou Heming swallowed the bok choy and gently put down his chopsticks.

"It's exactly the same as what my mom makes."

He looked at Cheng Shuangjiang with some disbelief, wondering if she had learned some kitchen tricks in the "future" or if she really had some secrets he didn't know.

"How did you do it?"

"secret."

Cheng Shuangjiang said with a grin.

"That way, if I'm gone in the future, Ah He will think of me when he sees this dish."

"What are you saying? Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey."

Although Zhou Heming didn't mind making a hellish joke about himself, he didn't like Cheng Shuangjiang mentioning it that way.

"Okay, I'll teach you when I have the chance."

She picked up a stalk of romaine lettuce and happily began to eat it.

After the meal, Zhou Heming cleared the table, and the two took out their "53" textbooks and began studying.

Although the two houses were theoretically the same, for some reason, Zhou Heming always felt that he was much more efficient at studying here.

It can't be because Cheng Shuangjiang hasn't changed out of her pajamas yet.

At 9:30, Zhou Heming, who was focused on physics problems, was nudged by the end of his pen and brought back to his senses.

"Want some cake?"

Cheng Shuangjiang's eyes sparkled.

"Let me think about it, should we wait a little longer?"

Zhou Heming glanced at the time.

"why?"

"Wait until I finish this problem."

Zhou Heming showcased his learning achievements.

"Okay~"

The girl lowered her head and continued working on her problems. For a moment, only the scratching sound of the pen tip on the paper echoed in the quiet, dilapidated rented room.

Cheng Shuangjiang had just finished two math multiple-choice questions when she heard Zhou Heming get up. She looked up and saw him take out a cake from the refrigerator.

"Let's eat now."

Seeing the girl nod, he opened the box, took a picture of her, and then used the plastic knife that came with it to cut her into four pieces, putting two of them back in the refrigerator.

After being cut, the cake looks even smaller.

"Shall we start eating?"

Cheng Shuangjiang stared at the cake, clutching a plastic fork in her hand, seemingly very impatient.

"Wait, close your eyes first."

Zhou Heming glanced at the time on his phone and told Cheng Shuangjiang to close her eyes.

"You wouldn't have sneaked a bite while I had my eyes closed, would you?"

"How could that be? It's about the sense of ritual, the sense of ritual."

Zhou Heming urged.

Cheng Shuangjiang obediently closed her eyes.

Immediately, she felt her hand being held, and she was pulled to her feet and led towards one direction in the room.

After living there for two years, her body told her that the direction was the bedroom.

"uh-huh?"

The girl's heart suddenly started racing.

But she obediently followed the boy, feeling the warmth from his fingertips.

Soon, the two stopped.

"I'll count down to three, then you open your eyes."

Zhou Heming's reassuring voice came through the phone.

"Three, two, one."

Cheng Shuangjiang opened her eyes.

She saw that she was standing on the balcony outside her bedroom. The window had been opened at some point, and the autumn wind made the shadows of the trees sway. She could see the residential buildings in the distance and the railway tracks she had mentioned that morning. A green train was making a clanging sound as it moved into the distance.

Just as she was wondering why this was happening, a sharp buzzing sound rang out.

The next moment, a cluster of colorful fireworks burst forth between the gaps in the distant skyscrapers.

This was more formal, more magnificent, continuous, grand and splendid than what I had seen on the river embankment, dazzling the eye.

"Fireworks will be set off at the city square at 10 p.m. on the night of the National Day holiday."

Zhou Heming held a cake in his hand and handed it to Cheng Shuangjiang.

"Doesn't this create a festive atmosphere?"

"You were timing this exactly?"

"Yeah, quick, let's eat cake! Eating cake while watching fireworks, is this your first time?"

"Yes, the first time in two lifetimes."

The two stood on the balcony, watching the fireworks in the distance, and ate the lemon mousse cake they had finally managed to buy.

"Do you know 'Norwegian Wood'? There's a scene in it where the protagonist meets a girl in a university classroom. They have a great conversation, and the girl invites him to her home. While they're chatting at home, a fire breaks out in the building across the street."

Zhou Heming gazed at the fireworks, recalling a strangely similar scene, and said with some emotion.

"Fortunately, the firefighters arrived in time and extinguished the fire. The two people watched the whole thing from upstairs, and then..."

He suddenly realized something, because the following plot, regardless of whether he had any ulterior motives or not, would always make people feel that he had some ulterior motives when he brought it up at this time, full of unspoken demands and expectations.

But the girl gave an answer.

A light, warm, lemon-scented touch brushed against his cheek. By the time Zhou Heming came to his senses, the girl beside him had already turned her face away, preventing him from catching a glimpse of her captivatingly shy appearance.

"I've seen it."

A faint, mosquito-like sound came from over there.

[Then, the two kissed] — Zhou Heming kept the unspoken aftermath to himself.

He remembered that the book explained that it was a beautiful time, so people would consciously or unconsciously want to preserve it, and for young boys and girls, a meaningful kiss was the most profound memory.

As it is now.

This is a golden moment, one that, if Faust were present, would likely have inspired him to cherish this moment forever.

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