The Love of Migratory Birds

  "Shen Nan, why is this porridge so hot?! You must be doing it on purpose!" Tang Ji Ji turned her head and gave him a fierce glare, her originally pale face gradually showing a flush.

  Tang Jiji's tone was exactly the same as when she was spoiled to the point of being lawless, just like a spoiled child, and every sentence she spoke was full of her unconscious coquettishness.

  Shen Nan frowned slightly at her repeated transfer topic and could avoid that question.

  "Then I'll help you blow it and you can drink again?" He gently picked up the bowl, lightly blowing away the rising steam, his expression so focused and serious that it was mesmerizing.

  In the fleeting mist, her profile, like a jade crown, became even more softly defined. Her ink-colored eyes were half-closed, as if a single glance from her could make one's heart skip a beat. Even her gentle breathing seemed to enthrall.

  "Tang Ji, I'm feeding you, open your mouth." Shen Nanxiao held the bowl of soup in front of her, his tone commanding.

  "I won't!" Tang JiJi almost jumped up to refuse him, her defensive gaze measuring him: "I won't! Shen Nanxiao you scoundrel! How do I know you won't steal a kiss from me again? You kissing maniac! If you want to kiss someone go find those women of yours!"

  "It's better to kiss those people than to have feelings with you." Shen Nan said with a hint of teasing, filled with resentment and seriousness, the faint breath between them rushed towards her.

  A bit of a flirtatious implication.

  "I'm going..." Tang Ji sneered, "What kind of girls were your previous girlfriends? They're far worse than me. Fine, I'll drink it myself." She snatched the ceramic bowl from his hand and slowly drank a small mouthful with the spoon.

  But why did Tang Jiji mention his ex-girlfriend, and the countless threads of thoughts that he had been trying to cover up suddenly appeared vaguely in her mind, with some incomplete fragments flashing by.

  "Ah, that's more like it, finish your breakfast." Shen Nanxiao habitually ruffled her hair with his hand and smiled slightly before turning to leave.

  Tang Jiji suddenly asked: "Was the cake last night delicious?"

  "I didn't eat." The cake also fell into the water with her, of course he couldn't eat it. The figure standing in front of the door immediately walked out.

  Tang Ji suddenly put down his bowl, feeling a little stifled in his heart, but also annoyed that he didn't know where this depression came from.

  He just didn't get the cheesecake, anyway his favorite flavor isn't cheesecake, why should she feel sorry for that guy?

  She must never go soft on Shen Nan! She reminded herself in her heart for more than once.

  In the afternoon nap, Tang Jiji sat on a long chair in the backyard of Shen's house to bask in the sun. The tung flowers in the garden were in full bloom, and just as she was about to close her eyes, Zhuang Yubei walked towards her from the side door.

  Tang Jiji suddenly stood up, her eyes falling on Shen Mu's mother in a deep-colored cheongsam, her face washed clean of makeup, showing elegance and poise, although not as stunning as she was in her youth, still exuding an undiminished charm.

  Tang Jiji watched her walk towards him, but she seemed to overlap with another long-lost figure. The same distinctive distant mountain eyebrows, the same love for wearing dark cheongsam... that person was her long-separated mother.

  In memory, the term "mother" was completely replaced by Father with the name of Ci Fu. Tang Jiji remembered that she was a woman with light makeup but stunningly beautiful, born into a prestigious family, an extremely intelligent and beautiful woman.

  She and her father were childhood sweethearts, and had been betrothed since they were young. In the fleeting time, she finally entered this hall with her father's accompaniment and everyone's blessings.

  In her memory, the maternal love she gave to Tang Jiji was scarce, and even the little care she had was all given to her brother. Although she had been married to her father for many years, she still maintained an uninhibited attitude like when she was young, spending more than half of the 365 days in a year traveling around the world, while the rest of the time was spent arguing with her father, big or small.

  Yes. She is like a beautiful migratory bird that only stops at the habitat for a few days, and then flies to another place when the next season arrives.

  All she wanted was the freedom she had been fighting for, and that love which she couldn't get but couldn't forget either. She didn't love her dad, she loved a young backpacker two years younger than her, whom she met and fell in love with during a trip to another place.

  Finally, in these ethereal and elusive things, she chose to divorce Tang Qianyu for the sake of her cherished freedom and yearned-for love, giving up on both of them, and left with Ji Chutu.