Chapter 13 The Original Intention of Watching Horror Movies 2
Perhaps it was three minutes, perhaps the time was longer, Musi Xue stretched out her trembling hand and gently stroked that face which was both familiar and strange to her: "Mom said, you are me, is that right? Are you me?" Her thoughts, which had just calmed down, churned up again.
Muxi Xue flipped through the page with her hand. My god! She and Mingde... Muxi Xue's eyes welled up with tears again, she and Mingde were so familiar, his gaze at her was full of pampering and fondness... No, that wasn't her, it wasn't her! But if it wasn't her, then who was it? No wonder she felt so close to Mingde when she saw him, no wonder they would talk about the same strange theories.
Ming De put the coffee on the tea table, and Mu Si Xue hastily turned around, lifted her head, letting tears flow back into her body, but those tears kept flowing out of the corners of her eyes, scorching like her heart.
"Moira! Where did you get that?" Mingde pointed at the magazine in Musi Xue's hand. Musi Xue helplessly turned her back, hastily wiping away tears with her hands, pointing to the sofa: "On the sofa, under the pillow."
Ming De put away the magazine without noticing Mu Si Xue's expression: "It's fine. It's just you, if it were someone else... This is my treasure, I don't easily show it to people."
"Really? Sorry! I put it on the sofa, I thought it was okay to take a look." Musui Xue lowered her head and picked up the coffee, trying to cover up her panic, but ended up burning her mouth with the hot coffee.
"Is it scalding?"
"It's okay. What do you want to eat? I'll make it." Musui Xue stood up, she couldn't let Ming De discover anything.
"Really?" She was so enthusiastic about herself.
"I won't do much. Are you particular?" Muxi Xue's gaze met Mingde's again. She was very close to Mingde... Muxi Xue stared blankly at the Mingde in front of her, confused and disoriented.
Is it a dream? Why has she never heard her mother mention anything about Mingde before? Doesn't her mother know that she knows Mingde, and with so many people at the party, how could she not have known... Or is this another trap...
"Not picky!" Ming De found Mu Si Xue staring at him with a foolish expression, but this foolishness...
How did his eyes suddenly get bigger, and Mu Si Xue suddenly popped out. Ming De only then discovered that he was actually so close to Mu Si Xue, their bodies almost touching.
"Then... I'll just take a look at what's in the fridge."
Mingde suddenly thought of it, he had asked his sister-in-law to buy dishes made by 'Jinfu'. He wouldn't know how to cook: "Wait a minute! I, I lied. I asked my sister-in-law to buy ready-made ones, all were Jinfu's dishes. You said go eat at Jinfu, so I just pointed at their menu."
Mingde had a look of a little kid who did something wrong, and all of Xue's worries disappeared: "It's really convenient to invite you to dinner, everything is ready. I'll serve the dishes."
Beer-braised prawns, pan-seared scallops, steamed abalone, mango salsa edamame, pear mousse and coconut pandan sticky rice cake.
It's too rich, and there's even pear mousse! Muxin couldn't help but use her finger to scoop up a piece and put it in her mouth, slightly tilting her chin and narrowing her eyes: So delicious!
Mingde stared at her: How can she eat mousse like that? That's Quasimodo's signature move!
Mingde stared at himself in a daze, and Musui Xue said apologetically: "Sorry! I couldn't help but eat a little bit, do you mind?"
"It doesn't matter..." Ming De sat across from Wu Xue, continuing to stare at her: Where is it? Exactly where is it?
What's going on? Didn't he just sneak a bite? No, he must have found something. Mu Si Xue's restless gaze fell on that magazine.
Eyes... are eyes! Finally found out! Mingde gasped at how silly he was being.
"Hey Ming De! Is there any juice at home?" Wu Si Xue broke the dull atmosphere.
"Fruit juice?" When did he ever drink fruit juice? He was a drunkard since young: "Red wine! How could I have forgotten about wine?"
Mu Si Xue stopped him and said: "I... am allergic to alcohol, I can only drink fruit juice. Otherwise, how about this? You drink wine, I'll have coffee."
"This is the most ridiculous excuse I've ever heard - allergic to alcohol! Are you kidding me? Afraid that I'll be unruly with you?"
"Alright, I don't have much of a capacity for liquor, one drink and I'm out cold. I think I'll just eat more delicious food instead. These days I've been exhausted to death. How about it, Mingde, shall we get some dishes?"
She was pouting at him, if it were someone else, he would have been annoyed, but looking at her pouting face, he couldn't help but like it even more. Ming De smiled and said: "You're just in time to correct your mistake. However, I do enjoy drinking, the kind where no wine means no meal, you'll have to forgive me."
Mingde handed Musi Xue a glass of water and took a glass of wine for himself.
Water and wine don't mix!
Mingde felt strange, never having bumped cups like this before.
Muzi peeled the shrimp and put it on Mingde's dinner plate: "Do you like to eat shrimp? If you do, I'll peel some more."
"Uh-huh... you should eat more too." Mingde thought that today they should only buy shrimp, five catties of shrimp. After leaving his mom, who has ever peeled shrimp for him?
"Alright. Let's finish all these shrimps today and also the mousse. Whose is it? It's made so well?"
"I won't tell you. That way, next time you want to eat, you'll still come find me." Ming De drank his wine, with an expression that said he was drunk but pretending not to be.
"You also said you have a good capacity for liquor? I was just casually asking. It's written above, Rose's nonsense! No. 96 Xinglong Street."
"Are you kidding me? A penalty cup of wine." Mingde took a wine cup: "Just a little bit, okay? Shouldn't get drunk."
Muxi Snow laughed, really just a little bit, only enough to wet her lips. She picked up the wine glass, "One drink to finish": "I peeled so many shrimps, can I have a little more mousse?"
"Uh. Moira! Chinese name."
"Melancholy Snow!"
Ming De poured another small amount of wine for Mu Si Xue: "Mu Si Xue? Are there many people in Shui Cheng with the surname Mu?"
"Hmm. The Ko and Natsu families are the two major families of Mizuguchi."
"Really? I used to have a friend with the surname Xia and her family was also from Shuicheng."
"Really?" Murasaki Yuki thought deeply, she didn't know if she should talk about the herself in the magazine, she didn't know if she should believe or not.
"At that time, I had a strange theory that the only true emotion in the world was friendship, and I looked down on love. But now that I think about it, my feelings for her weren't purely friendly, at least there was a little bit of love."
"She... The shrimp in her hand fell to the ground. She went to pick up a paper towel, wanting to gather up the fallen shrimp, but her hands were shaking and couldn't grasp it."
"Xue! May I call you that?...I just feel like we've met before, how about you?" Ming De asked.
"Yeah, me too. It's like we're old friends who haven't seen each other in years."
"Then I won't be polite anymore, from now on I'll treat you like an old friend."
"Then I won't be polite anymore, and from now on, I'll treat you like an old friend." Musui Xue repeated Ming De's words. She didn't intentionally repeat them, it's just that her mind was a mess right now, and she didn't know what to say.
"Learn to speak from me. I still want to eat shrimp, you do it......" Ming De said here, seeing Mu Si Xue seemed absent-minded: "Okay. This time, I'll peel and feed you, no refusal allowed."
Muxi Snow returned a tearful smile to Mingde, which was the best she could do.
Mingde is not good at peeling shrimp, and it took him two minutes to peel one.
"Let me do it." Musui Xue took over a peeled shrimp and continued to peel: How did she not notice that Ming De's wrist had a wooden decoration, which looked very similar to the one on her neck, although hers was a necklace, but the color and texture were very similar.
