Comprehensive film: the sweet daily life of urban drama

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"coming."

When Chen An heard the voice, he walked to the door and opened it. He was quite surprised to see it was Da Mai.

"Brother Xiaowu, I can't sleep, so I was just about to make some fruit salad. I saw that the light in your room was still on. Do you want to join me?"

Chen An looked at the bag in Da Mai's hand, which contained dragon fruit, apple and yogurt. "Okay, I can't sleep either."

In the restaurant downstairs, Da Mai was concentrating on cutting fruits. Her furrowed brows showed that she was dissatisfied with her knife skills. Chen An leaned aside and watched Da Mai's movements, his eyes wandering a little. This serious look was really like Nan Nan.

Da Mai noticed something was wrong with Chen An, he looked up and took a quick look at him, his heart skipped a beat, he felt a panic in his heart, his face unconsciously flushed.

(Brother Xiaowu, why are you looking at me all the time? Doting, missing me? It's so strange, why is it like this?)

However, just when Da Mai was confused about this question, he was distracted and the knife in his hand accidentally cut his finger. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Da Mai only felt a sharp pain in his finger. His body could not help but tremble, his eyes widened involuntarily, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

In an instant, blood oozed from his fingers, dripping onto the chopping board and the fruit, forming bright blood flowers.

Da Mai quickly put down the knife, clenched his left index finger with his hand, frowned at the fruit on the chopping board, feeling depressed and aggrieved, and very painful.

Chen An was awakened by a sound of people sucking in cold air. He then noticed Da Mai's condition and quickly stepped forward to grab Da Mai's hand. He saw the small cut on his finger, which was still bleeding...

Da Mai's body suddenly froze. He looked at Chen An's movements, his heart beating wildly. Brother Xiaowu's eyes were so gentle. Was that a look of heartache? At this moment, the pain in Da Mai's fingers seemed to disappear, and he just stared at Chen An blankly.

Chen An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "Oh, it's okay, I'll get you something and bandage you up, just hold it tight, or it will bleed again."

Watching Chen An walking quickly up the stairs, a question suddenly popped up in his mind: Does this mean that I have had close contact with Brother Xiaowu?

In the kitchen, Chen An helped Da Mai clean the wound gently and carefully.

Watching Chen An's actions, especially his gentle and focused eyes, Da Mai couldn't help but feel a little obsessed, and at the same time a little flustered. She didn't know if she had fallen in love with the man in front of her, but the feeling of being cared for and protected made her feel warm and comfortable in her heart.

"It's done. Don't worry. The wound isn't big. It will heal in a day at most. The Band-Aid is waterproof, but you still have to be careful and try not to get this finger wet."

Barley nodded and said, "Brother Xiaowu, I'm sorry. I'm so stupid."

Looking at Damai's appearance, Chen An couldn't help but feel distressed. This girl said thank you the most when she interacted with people, and she even apologized for the slightest thing. She was really cute, but also made people feel distressed.

"What are you saying sorry for? Just sit down and I'll come."

"Well, that's stained with blood, it's unhygienic..." Da Mai reminded weakly.

"It's okay. In fact, I used to cut my fingers quite often. In my life, it must have happened at least eighty times, if not a hundred times."

Da Mai looked at Chen An in surprise, "Brother Xiaowu, you are not doing this on purpose to comfort me, are you? I am not that fragile."

Chen An shook his head, "This is not consolation, this is all true..."

Da Mai thought about it and still felt that there was a problem with the logic. "But, how is it possible? Although this is not the first time I have cut my finger, it is not as exaggerated as you say."

"It's a long story."

"It's okay, Brother Xiaowu. I can't sleep anyway."

Chen An took out a bag of rum-flavored ice cream from the refrigerator, cut a small piece, mixed it with yogurt and fruit, took two small bowls, sat at the table, served one to Da Mai and said with a smile: "Try it. How is it? I prefer this way of eating. It's very cold and comfortable."

Barley tried it and found it was really good when it was cold, and the rum tasted good too. "Not bad, I learned something new. I can try it later."

"I still remember the first time I cut my hand was when I was six years old."

"Six years old? Were you so naughty when you were a child?" Da Mai asked with a smile.

"When I was little, I was very naughty. I followed my master every day, going up the mountain to pick mushrooms, wild fruits and vegetables, and going to villagers' homes to treat livestock. Anyway, as long as I opened my eyes, I couldn't stay idle. My master couldn't do anything with me. He thought I was annoying, so he made me work..."

Da Mai's smile froze. Listening to what Xiao Wu said, she seemed to have discovered something different...

"At that time, my master would take me to practice boxing and recite ancient Chinese texts when I got up early. Later, when I was a little older, there were fewer and fewer prey in the mountains. People said that the little boys would eat me to death. When I was growing up, my appetite was unusually large. Not long after I finished eating, I would feel hungry again. My master had to do more things, and I naturally began to learn how to cook..."

Listening to Chen An talking about his childhood, perhaps because of Chen An's improved writing skills and stronger ability to express himself, the story was very immersive, and Da Mai was unconsciously involved in it...

A little boy, raised by an old Taoist priest, grew up little by little and became a director little by little. The two depended on each other for survival...

Chen An exhaled and looked at Da Mai, whose eyes were slightly red, with an awkward expression, "Eat it quickly, or it will melt and won't taste good."

Barley had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to start, so he could only eat.

Chen An was also feeling a little strange. He didn't know what was going on. Since leaving Manchuria, he had always been experiencing unintentional mood swings. Thinking back to many things in his past and present lives, he felt that it was a little unbelievable and wrong. In his past life, he could be considered to be a ruthless killer. Although he didn't do anything unscrupulous, he did do a lot of bad things.

But why do I feel that my emotions are not right now, and I feel a little sentimental? Is it because of the original owner's memory? But why didn't I feel the same when I first crossed over? Chen An was very confused. This question bothered him and made him slightly irritated.