Dear People·Hua Chen

With the comedians not around, Chen Lu and Zheng Luolai sitting in the car looked much more normal.

Regardless of the distance, the two of them would drink a few glasses of wine to chat about the current situation every time they met, and this time was no exception.

"Do the math, we've known each other for ten years." Said the rogue master.

"Yeah." Chen Lu checked the electronic map while driving.

Zheng Luolai smiled: "It's the first time I see you get angry because of this kind of thing."

"Dude Dewey, if I don't teach him a lesson..." Chen Lu was still very depressed when he mentioned it. He was willing to spend all his money to buy the diary back, but unfortunately there is no time machine in this world.

Zheng Luolai continued to laugh, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

Chen Luchang sighed, just like everyone who was bloodied by Du Ermeng, he could only choose to endure.

"What's the matter with your company, do you need help?" Zheng Luolai is more concerned about the affairs of the adult world than the bickering of the two boys.

"It's manageable, but my mother always tries to take care of things." Chen Lu replied simply, he didn't want to finally decide to do things by himself, but he needed friends to help.

"Be considerate of her, she only has you." Zheng Luolai rarely said something human.

"Hey, why are you so sensible now? Isn't it time to incite me to fight with her?" Chen Lu asked.

Zheng Luolai rubbed his chin: "Maybe Dewey is the experience that God gave me. My whole person has changed now. To be honest, I want to believe in Buddhism like my mother."

Chen Lu immediately began to find a balance: "What did he do to you?"

Zheng Luolai hesitated to speak for a while, and finally smiled slightly at the reflection on the car window.

At this moment, the young master's cell phone rang. He saw the caller and connected it immediately, and his tone became very gentle: "Honey, have you eaten yet? I'll be home at nine o'clock."

"I'm outside, come and eat with Dewey." Lin Yilin said concisely.

"No, tell him to die." Chen Lu replied instantly.

"Don't worry about it, okay, I like generous men." Lin Yilin's tone was very peaceful.

Chen Lu chose to remain silent.

"It's okay if you don't come, then I went to Los Angeles with Dewey to play, don't look for me." Lin Yilin dropped the sentence and ended the call.

Zheng Luolai naturally knew the situation and still kept smiling.

Chen Lu turned the car around and scolded: "Okay, don't teach, how can you just teach Dewey how can you be as wicked as you?"

-

The dishes in the Chinese restaurant were served slowly, and when the hairy crabs were finally served, Dewey immediately rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and began to eat and drink.

Chen Lu, who walked into the restaurant first, saw Xiao Linzi drinking water and accompanying the foodie at a glance, ignoring the surprise look in the waiter's eyes, walked over in two steps and asked in a cold voice: "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Dewey replied instinctively. When he looked up to see the person coming, he immediately wiped his hands, poured the white wine, and decided on his own: "Come on, Lulu, let's have a drink, and the past will be wiped away."

Chen Lu sat down with his arms around Lin Yilin's shoulders, and replied with a half smile: "You think well."

Dewey lowered his head feebly, as expected he didn't get away with it.

"Forget it, it's not a great notebook, it's okay." Lin Yilin smiled gently.

"Yes, yes." Dewey nodded.

Zheng Luolai was too lazy to embarrass herself with him, she silently hooked her hands to ask the waiter to bring the menu, and started to care about her dinner.

Chen Lu finally let go: "Okay, if you watch us eat today, I'll pretend nothing happened."

"Ah?" Dewey turned eight hundred turns in one word.

"Forget it if you don't want to." Chen Lu started to sneer again.

"I didn't say I didn't want to, and I'm not very hungry." Dewey looked at the crab roe on the plate with nostalgia, regretting why he didn't eat it before talking.

Lin Yilin couldn't stand it and persuaded: "It doesn't have to be like this."

"Don't pay attention to them, this is a way for children to communicate with each other." Zheng Luolai called the waiter again, and added a few more dishes, showing no mercy to Dewey who was stupidly beside him.

The ridiculed Chen Lu refused to be persuaded and swayed, and immediately took the porridge that Xiao Linzi hadn't touched much and ate it by himself.

As a result, Dewey really looked like a Shiba Inu that wasn't being fed all night, standing beside him pitifully, drooling all over the floor.

-

The night wind is cold, but the lights at home are still warm.

Zheng Luolai and Dewey, who were going to visit their relatives, were ready to drive away tomorrow morning, and Xinzhou, which had been bustling just now, returned to calm.

After returning home, everything was as usual.

The house, which had been thoroughly tidied up, had no trace of a small fire.

But just as Chen Lu cared, the diary full of memories will never return.

Lin Yilin, who was sitting at the desk, held the pen, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally put it down in frustration.

His Highness the Prince passing by after taking a bath asked curiously: "What are you writing? Don't you use a computer?"

Lin Yilin held up a beautiful and simple leather account book: "I bought one at the mall today, and wanted to write down what I wrote before, but... I can't remember clearly."

It's no wonder, after all, I haven't read the diary since I gave it to Chen Lu.

Even if it is tossing and turning, it is really impossible to reproduce it verbatim after sixteen years.

Chen Lu couldn't bear his hard work, walked over with a smile, took the notebook and asked, "Why don't you let me write it this time?"

"Is it your diary?" Lin Yilin was suddenly happy.

Chen Lu nodded.

"Then you have to tell the truth, you can't deliberately write perfectly." Lin Yilin warned.

Chen Lu asked: "When did you hear me tell a lie?"

Lin Yilin smiled: "Every day, I always say sweet and deceitful words."

"It's all from the bottom of my heart, you actually doubt me, huh?" Chen Lu leaned down and pinched his face, then kissed him again.

Lin Yilin quickly escaped.

"However, in order to comfort me, you can write a sentence that you want to tell me the most." Chen Lu opened the first page of the book.

Kobayashi readily accepted.

Chen Lu was of course anxious to know.

But Lin Yilin was secretly anxious: "Don't peek, wait until I finish writing."

Chen Lu had no choice but to straighten up and wait.

Since he was in school, he has liked to watch Xiao Linzi write, stroke by stroke, very serious.

After a while, Lin Yilin waited until the water marks on the pen were wiped off before handing over the notebook to him.

Chen Lu couldn't wait to open it, and it really was the words and sentences that Princess Lin could write.

I would like to write a letter to Hongjian with the promise of a white head

A good alliance of red leaves, with a mandarin genealogy

Very handsome notes, the words are like the person.

Lin Yilin smiled embarrassedly: "Someone showed me the words on the marriage certificate during the Republic of China. I thought it was beautiful at the time. I couldn't help but think of you, so I remembered it."

"I will cherish it, it is impossible to be met by Du Ergou this time." Chen Lu has already downgraded Dewey's name automatically.

Lin Yilin smiled and shook his head: "Then when will I see the finished product?"

"80 years old?" Chen Lu replied.

"Why don't you say you write forever." Lin Yilin made a black line.

"I just want to write for the rest of my life." Chen Lu hooked his chin, and left happily to dry his hair.

Lin Yilin saw that he was happy, and she was also very happy.

The life in front of me is so happy, I really can't help but cherish it.

What did the ancients say?

Beautiful day.

For Xiao Linzi, the minutes and seconds with Chen Lu were almost flawless moments.

-

The young master who declared that he wanted to write a diary was really not just talking.

Xiao Linzi, who climbed into bed in the middle of the night and was about to go to bed, saw that he had pasted the wedding photo on the title page of the book, and also drew a heart next to it. He couldn't help being happy: "Chen Lu, why didn't I realize that you have a girlish heart?"

After struggling for two hours without deciding what to write in the first sentence, the young master snapped it shut, and held his beloved wife tightly in his arms: "Can a girl satisfy you?"

Lin Yilin still laughed, even kissing was useless.

Chen Lu couldn't help asking: "Do you really think I'm being mean to Dewey like that?"

"No, I know you care so much about the things I gave you, and you're actually very happy." Lin Yilin held his face tenderly: "But I don't want to see you lose your friends, after all things are dead and people are alive."

"He's just too lively." Chen Lu was still aggrieved as expected.

"Okay, okay, don't think about Dewey." Lin Yilin smiled nicely: "Go to bed early, good night."

"Not good night." Chen Lu felt his heart itch when he saw his smile, and while speaking, he stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his pajamas.

Lin Yilin pulled the quilt to hide: "No, you can't indulge yourself every day, I have to get up early tomorrow, you can solve it yourself."

Chen Lu hugged him back: "You can say such cruel words?"

Lin Yilin blushed again and felt helpless: "I really have to get up early... I have an appointment with my mentor."

Chen Lu's blue eyes were full of doting smiles: "Look, I scared you, good night."

"Good night, let go." Lin Yilin didn't quite believe him.

"No, just say one more word and I'll change my mind." Chen Lu found a more comfortable position, hugged him tightly, and planned to fall asleep like this.

Lin Yilin had no choice but to gradually close his black and white eyes.

Chen Lu raised his hand to turn off all the lights, leaving only Yezhan, making this comfortable room completely under Ye's control.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, their love has ups and downs, but also very beautiful.

But only His Royal Highness, who knows himself like drinking water, can realize how simple and ordinary this marriage is.

So simple that no impurities are added.

Ordinary couples are so ordinary that they seem to be married to each other.

It is also filled with trivialities, and small troubles occasionally arise.

So cute, so happy.

It would be great if it could be like this forever, just like the diary has recorded to the last page, and the end of time is only a full stop drawn by one's own hand.

-

"Is the starry sky of the empire beautiful?" Zheng Luolai stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the unspoiled beauty above his head.

Dewey pitifully bit an apple beside him and said, "A place without smog is beautiful."

Mr. Hooligan narrowed his eyes: "Then why don't you want to live here with me?"

Dewey replied: "But... I can't bear my mother."

Zheng Luolai curled his lips and mocked: "Look at your stupid look, do you want to go downstairs and have something to eat?"

"I've already eaten two boxes of instant noodles, and I'm full." Dewey finished eating the apple, turned around sleepily, and prepared to wash and sleep.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Luolai stopped him and dragged him back to his side: "Have you got a long memory this time? Don't keep running to other people's houses for nothing."

"Oh." Dewey hummed: "But Chen Lu is my friend."

"Why don't you mind?" Zheng Luolai asked.

Dewey didn't understand what he was asking: "Huh?"

"If it's someone you have in your heart, I can't get along well with him." Zheng Luolai said.

When mentioning this, Dewey seemed a little embarrassed: "..."

Zheng Luolai laughed again: "Don't think about it, be careful of your brain crashing."

"What! Look down on me!" Dewey immediately said honestly: "You were right, and Chen Lu was right, you promised me to let go of the past, why should I do it endlessly, what's wrong with everyone being good ?”

Zheng Luolai really likes to get along with Dewey. Sometimes this person's heart is like water, and sometimes he looks like a mirror.

Not too much modification, not too much trouble.

Seeing that the hooligan hadn't spoken for a long time, Dewey suddenly hugged him: "Honey, what are you thinking?"

"Where do you get the confidence to scream..." Zheng Luolai looked sideways and was speechless.

Dewey sneered: "I'll tell you a secret."

Zheng Luolai was curious.

Dewey kissed his face without hesitation: "I love you so much today too."

Zheng Luolai was a little happy at first, but felt wrong for a moment, and said angrily: "How many times have I told you, remember to wipe your mouth after eating."

Ermeng, who finished her bad deeds, ran to the bathroom happily, and slammed the door, lest he come to clean her up.

The hooligan who was made dumbfounded by him every day sighed, but felt calm.

When he came to the United States and saw Chen Lu and Lin Yilin living well, he felt very safe and peaceful.

Perhaps all kinds of duplicity and unfulfilled wishes have long been taken away by the fool Dewey in his day-to-day life with his laughter.