Beyond Gold and Jade [Interstellar ABO]

Pei Qingque was stunned for a while, then pursed her lips, as if she was very embarrassed.

The cake Pei Qingque held in Mianmian's hand was too familiar, last time Meng Wangchuan only brought him a cut piece, the portion was pitifully small, and even asked him to taste a few mouthfuls before taking it back to prevent accumulation of food.

This time Meng Wangchuan was not stingy, the cake was about the same size as Mianmian's big hands when put together.Even if it is a main meal, it is more than enough to fill a person's stomach, not to mention that it is delivered at such a time, it is clearly for him to eat as a supper.

...What is this?All of a sudden, Pei Qingque was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, countless chaotic speculations and questions jumped into his heart for no reason, and he was forced to suppress it with his own reason, and ripples appeared in his originally calm heart.

Lying dryly on the bed, after about two or three minutes, Pei Qingque pulled the quilt to the top of her head, shrunk herself into a small ball, buried it deeply, and then poked out half of her head , a pair of big round eyes rolled and turned tangledly.

After a long while, as if he had made up his mind, he stretched out a snow-white arm from under the quilt, picked up the light screen that was covered by him on the bed, lifted half of his eyelids, and glanced cautiously again.

The sweet smile on Mianmian's face in the picture didn't disappear, as if she had made up her mind to ask Pei Qingque to open the door, she stood upright at the door like a piece of wood.Although he didn't get a response, he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

Only then did Pei Qingque wrinkle a bitter face, slowly lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, and slowly walked towards the door while pulling the plush slippers.

The lights in the room will automatically turn on when human activities are detected, so with Pei Qingque's movements, the darkness in the house is gradually replaced by warm yellow lights, illuminating the entire space bit by bit.

Putting her hand on the cold metal doorknob, Pei Qingque opened the door, and as expected, she was greeted with a sweet, silly smiling face.

Pei Qingque sighed helplessly, stepped aside a little, nodded to Mianmian, bathed in the eyes that seemed to be shining brightly, and said helplessly: "Come in."

——He could use the excuse of pretending to sleep not to meet Meng Wangchuan, but he really couldn't bear it, and let Mianmian just hold the cake like that, stand helplessly outside his room door and wait like this all night.

Mianmian obviously doesn't know how complicated the little master's inner psychological activities are.Finally got Pei Qingque's permission, Mianmian happily entered the door with the cake on the porcelain plate.

Putting the dessert firmly on the thick solid wood desk in the southeast corner of the room, Mianmian even took out the same delicate pink tableware box from her little apron, and used the table knife and silverware inside to The fork divided the cake into four equal parts, picked out the best-looking one and served it alone, and even laid out a napkin, and then invited Pei Qingque over with satisfaction.

Then he retreated to the side, the light in the mechatronics eyes flickering, looking full of anticipation.

It was even harder for Pei Qingque to shirk now, so she could only sit down helplessly, picked up a small silver fork, cut a corner of the cake and put it in her mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Just as the cake was put into his mouth, Pei Qingque's excited voice sounded in his ears: "Little master, this is a cake made by Mianmian, is it delicious?"

When the voice fell, Pei Qingque was taken aback, her bulging cheeks even forgot to continue chewing.

They didn't buy it directly... Pei Qingque's eyes moved slightly, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. After waiting for several seconds, she remembered to continue chewing after repeated reminders.

Perhaps even this, Meng Wangchuan was worried about bringing up some bad memories in him, so he specifically asked Mianmian to do this.

The cake can be said to be top-notch from the material to the production, and the taste in the mouth is of course extraordinary.The soft and creamy cream is paired with refreshing jam and soft cheesecake, and the taste is very rich.

It's a pity that Pei Qingque's food was tasteless. After more than ten minutes, the small cake on the plate hadn't eaten half.He propped his hand on the table to support half of his face, his thin chin poked out a shallow depression in the palm, and the other hand was holding the fork, but the silver fork was bitten by himself but remained motionless .

Standing aside, Mian Mian worriedly watched the young master's face wandering away.Suddenly, as if remembering something, he stepped forward and stood beside Pei Qingque, took out another palm-sized transparent chip from the pocket of his apron, held it out in front of Pei Qingque's eyes, shook it, tried his best He desperately wanted to bring the little master's consciousness back from outer space.

Pei Qingque was dizzy from being shaken by it, and then she came back to her senses, spit out the fork she was holding and put it back, grabbed Mianmian's hand that kept shaking up and down, and asked suspiciously: "What is this?"

Mianmian stopped, and replied seriously: "Xiaoyi asked me to bring this to you. He told me to give this to you when he came back to see you."

When a name that he hadn't heard for a long time was suddenly mentioned, Pei Qingque's mind instantly filled with a lot of frivolous and violent memories.Before she had time to ask when Mianmian would meet Wen Jingyi, Pei Qingque hurriedly took over the chip, then dug out her personal communicator, put the chip into the card reader slot, and looked at the screen I was dazed in a daze by the circle that kept spinning.

When leaving the Ninth District, Mr. Meng did not leave time for him to say goodbye to his friends.He came in a hurry and didn't take much time when he left.

When Pei Qingque ran away from home, she used a fake identity, and even brought a communicator with someone who forged the number.When Pei Qingque was carried back to Meng's house by Meng Wangchuan, all those fake documents and identities were confiscated, not to mention the only communicator that saved Wen Jingyi's contact information.

At the beginning, he regretted this matter in private for a long time, and always hoped that one day he could act like a baby with Meng Wangchuan and get the communicator back... But the series of incidents that happened afterwards made him tired of coping, so he just miscellaneously I put away all my thoughts and stopped thinking about them.

Until just now Mianmian took out the chip.

Not knowing what was stored in the chip, Pei Qingque sat in front of the wooden table, clutching the corner of her clothes nervously, staring at the screen without even blinking, for fear of missing a single bit of the picture.

Fortunately, the loading time was not too long. After waiting for about half a minute, Pei Qingque was pleasantly surprised to find that a figure appeared on the screen - the background was still Wen Jingyi's bathroom, and even the pattern of bricks It's the same as always, nothing has changed.

It's just that the other party's smooth and shiny black hair disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a crisp and neat shape, revealing a pointed oval face.Wen Jingyi even sculpted two vertical stripes on the left eyebrow, adding a bit of scorn to his delicate face.

The number of silver rings on the earlobes made Pei Qingque dizzy. The black windbreaker and leather pants reflected the light under the too harsh white light in the bathroom, for fear that others would not know that their family was a gangster.

"Hehe, heartless little counselor," Wen Jingyi on the other side of the screen stood upright in the narrow bathroom, with his arms crossed, his face extremely smelly, his pointed chin wishing he could soar to the sky, and his sharp teeth Talking ironically to Pei Qingque: "I really didn't expect that I, Wen Jingyi, would still receive communications from your old man in my lifetime. I, really, really, well, happy, happy, oh."

At first I thought it was just a recorded video, but I didn't expect that Wen Jingyi really appeared on the screen alive and kicking.Pei Qingque was so pleasantly surprised that she didn't even have time to refute the other party. She blushed and said two words after half a minute:

"Little Yi!!"

As if frightened by Pei Qingque's red eye sockets, Wen Jingyi lowered his arms in a panic, grabbed his communicator and brought his big face closer to the screen, comforting him in a hurry: "Hey, I'm kidding, don't cry."

Taking a breath and suppressing his overly excited emotions, Pei Qingque smiled at Wen Jingyi embarrassedly: "I didn't cry."

"I didn't hide from you on purpose," Pei Qingque hurriedly explained as if remembering something, "Actually, I... I ran away from home, and I was taken away by... The communicator was confiscated, so I couldn't find you."

"I'm sorry to worry you... I really didn't mean to."

After Wen Jingyi listened, he accepted Pei Qingque's explanation for the time being, and then his face softened, but he said stiffly: "Hmph, who is worried about you... I'm sorry you don't dare to hide from me."

After a few back and forth struggles like this, Pei Qingque finally calmed down her excitement, and then she stretched out her finger and tapped the screen, and began to care about Wen Jingyi's recent situation: "Xiao Yi, why is your long hair gone?"

After listening to Pei Qingque's question, Wen Jingyi's expression turned ugly again in an instant, and he hummed for a few minutes before explaining the reason to Pei Qingque falteringly: "My dad and I had a quarrel. "

Pei Qingque was ignorant: "You had a fight with your father...so you want to cut your hair?"

"Tsk." Wen Jingyi's eyebrows were tangled into a ball, and he explained with a bitter face, "Do you know why I dress up as a girl?"

Pei Qingque shook her head honestly, and then heard Wen Jingyi continue to say: "It's all because of my father, who is superstitious and stubborn."

"I heard from my neighbor's grandmother that I was very weak when I was a child, and I don't know where Brother Wen heard the folk prescription, saying that I was raised as a girl to survive, so my father has raised my daughter like that for more than ten years. way to feed me."

Wen Jingyi looked irritable: "I've been in a cold war with him for half a month, since he doesn't understand me, and I don't want to listen to him, so I'll pluck my hair."

"...Forget it, don't talk about it, it's annoying to death."

Wen Jingyi waved his hand, his brows relaxed a little, and he said to Pei Qingque, "How about you? How are you doing recently? Oh, by the way, and where is that big ice-like man going?" up?"