Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

It was still the familiar stone table, with a copper pot simmering on a charcoal fire, and the pot was bubbling with steam, boiling all kinds of seafood, and beside it was a plate that Rong Yu had cut again. Sashimi.

Rong Yu was grinding wasabi mud, while adding soy sauce, stirred it with chopsticks, and handed it to Song Yanming, "Dip some and try."

He thought about it, and said again: "Be careful of choking."

Song Yanming picked up a piece of tuna, put it into his mouth with wasabi and soy sauce as he said, and sure enough, a choking breath hit the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes and took a break, waiting for the strong momentum to pass before chewing. After chewing, I ate what was in my mouth. It didn't have the fishy smell as I imagined, but it was soft, fresh and sweet, and the taste was amazing.

"Is it acceptable?"

Rong Yu asked with some expectation.

Song Yanming nodded: "It's delicious, but—"

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Our ancestors managed to escape from the days of drinking blood, why are they going back to eat this raw food now?"

"It's not delicious if you don't eat it raw." Rong Yu also threw a piece of salmon into his mouth, feeling the delicate and tender meat.

"You people always frame yourself in a certain circle, what can be eaten and what can't be eaten, it's not fixed, you will know if you try it yourself, why bother to abide by so many, hey, Song Yanming , you are not a picky eater, are you?"

Rong Yu quickly vetoed it himself,

"No, how could you be a picky eater? Back then, the food in the mansion was so unpalatable. Didn't you eat it for so many years?" He glanced at Song Yanming with peach blossom eyes, and joked: "How can I still eat so tall? I really admire you enough."

Rong Yu's words seemed to remind Song Yanming of something, his eyes moved, and his eyes were deep, like an elusive lake.

But Rong Yu didn't notice, his attention was all on the food, after all he was hungry and waited for the other party all night, Rong Yu felt that he could eat a cow on the spot.

"Wow, the seafood in the pot is all cooked, it's fast and slow."

Rong Yu grinningly picked up a sea prawn and put it into the sauce bowl he made. He added some chili shreds to this bowl of sauce. The lips are even more fresh.

He fanned himself with his hands, breathing out: "Song Yanming, if you don't like spicy food, don't drink this bowl, the one on the right is for you."

Song Yanming hummed, picked up his chopsticks, scooped something from the pot and put it into a bowl, but didn't dip it in the sauce.

Rong Yu was a little puzzled, he could see that Song Yanming seemed to be a little absent-minded, and couldn't help asking: "Why, isn't tonight's food delicious?"

Song Yanming was taken aback for a moment, and he smiled slightly, "No."

However, he took a bite, and soon, his face gradually became serious, and he put down the chopsticks,

"Rong Yu, Ben Hou has something to ask you."

It was rare for Rong Yu to see him so solemn, he was taken aback, put down his chopsticks, and moved towards him,

"what happened?"

Song Yanming looked at him, and there were a few waves in his usually calm and solemn eyes, as if he was entangled with something. For some reason, Rong Yu was disturbed by him, and he muttered:

"Song Yanming, what happened to you?"

Song Yanming sighed softly, rubbed his brows, and immediately raised his head again, his eyes were clear,

"Rong Yu, who are you?"

This nonsensical remark made Rong Yu dazed for a moment, and as usual, Rong Yu would answer him with a playful smile: "Don't you know who I am?"

But this time, for some reason, Rong Yu was still unable to cover himself with that layer of laughter. Maybe in front of Song Yanming, he hadn't worn a mask for a long time, so he couldn't put it on for a while.

The hot pot was still bubbling with fiery aromas, and the various seafood inside were red, white, and tender, exuding an attractive aroma, but neither of them was in the mood to eat.

Rong Yu slowly stood up, his lips were still red and swollen, swollen, and hot, he bit it lightly, feeling a sense of loss.

But Song Yanming stared at him closely, never letting go of any reaction on his face.

"Benhou has thought about it many times. A person can change his temperament drastically because of certain things. He can hate and resent his original lover, or he can't let go. , as if this person didn't know you from the beginning to the end."

Song Yanming's voice was a little deep, like an invisible hand, pulling away layers of fog like a cocoon,

"Also, a person has lived in this world for more than ten years, what he likes and what he doesn't like may change slowly, but isn't it unbelievable that he becomes the diametrically opposite for no reason?"

"The original Rongyu was soft-tempered, indecisive, a vulnerable greenhouse flower raised in a deep boudoir."

"He is extremely picky eater. He never eats spicy food. He only eats a few noodles and certain dishes. He hates fishy smell the most, so he can't see fish on the dinner table."

There was an invisible pressure in Song Yanming's eyes. He looked at Rong Yu and said slowly:

"Rong Yu, tell Ben Hou, who are you?"

Rong Yu's heart suddenly seemed to be poured by a basin of ice water, and all the original heat disappeared.

He chuckled for no reason, glanced at Song Yanming, and smiled again on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes at all.

"It turns out that Hou Ye came here so attentively during this time, because he was waiting for an opportunity to observe me closely."

Rong Yu suddenly remembered the pot of sashimi that he had worked so hard to bring from Bohai trustees in the trash can, and spent all his time slicing and arranging the sashimi. He felt empty, and he felt that he should be angry. , but he couldn't get angry at all, why did he become like this?

he does not know.

He could only pick up his chopsticks again and fiddle with the contents of the pot.

Song Yanming frowned, Rong Yu's empty face made him feel a little glaring, for some reason, his heart suddenly beat very fast,

Seeing that Rong Yu picked something up and put it in his mouth, he seemed to be absent-minded, he didn't pay attention to the hot food for a moment, he was scalded with a bang, and he covered his mouth all of a sudden.

Song Yanming grabbed his wrist almost subconsciously,

"Show me this."

Rong Yu struggled, but he was no match for Song Yanming's strength. Soon, Song Yanming pinched his jaw and observed carefully, but seeing that there were no blisters, Song Yanming heaved a sigh of relief, and then realized that something was wrong. He quickly let go of him.

Song Yanming rubbed his fingers, feeling that his fingertips still had the soft and greasy feeling just now, his heart tightened, and he immediately squeezed his hands tightly, trying to expel that bit of weirdness,

There was only the gurgling sound of the hot pot in the air, and the slightly audible breathing of the two of them.

Song Yanming felt that he seemed to be stupid tonight. Facing this person, all the patience that he had been slow to learn seemed to disappear suddenly.

He sighed softly, and said: "Perhaps it's because the Marquis is confused, and his silence is strange, but the Marquis can only think——the only thing that can be thought of is..."

He paused for a moment, seemingly unable to say the absurd words that followed.

After a while, Rong Yu said: "Song Yanming, what are you doubting, you might as well say it all today."

In Song Yanming's heart, the feeling of worrying about gains and losses was even worse. He had never experienced such emotions, and felt that such a self was a bit too strange.

But he still asked:

"Rong Yu... tell me, what's going on?"

Rong Yu closed her eyes, smiled lightly, and suddenly felt that everything in the world was irrelevant.

"Song Yanming, do you believe it? Really Rong Yu is dead, or I don't know where he went, and I don't know why one day, I will wake up in such a strange body so inexplicably ..."

Rao is such a calm and self-retaining person like Song Yanming, he couldn't help but lose his composure when he heard this.

Rong Yu's eyes were a little empty, and he muttered to himself: "I really envy you... You can still ask me, but no one gave me an answer at all..."

He stood up and went to the window.

Tonight is not like Qixi Festival, when there is no moon, and because of the late night, most of the lights in the distant capital have been extinguished, Rong Yu feels as if the only thing left in the whole world is this glazed attic where he is.

He felt unreal, especially tonight.

He completely confessed his biggest secret to another person.

Does Song Yanming believe it?Probably can only believe.

The light around him dimmed, but it was Song Yanming who followed, leaning against the window sill like him, sighing softly, but with a wry smile on his face,

"I should have thought of it earlier."

Rong Yu grabbed her sleeves and laughed at herself: "How could I possibly think that it is myself, every time I wake up, I have to seriously think about, 'Who am I?' 'Where am I?'——How can you will understand?"

The unreal feeling of crossing has always haunted Rong Yu, and he has been deeply immersed in the absurd feeling of Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly. No one understands that kind of absurdity. A trace of steadfastness - this world is real, and I really exist in this world alive.

But tonight, all of this suddenly dragged him into that kind of emptiness again for no reason.

The illusory expression on his face made Song Yanming tremble for no reason, he interrupted his contemplation suddenly urgently,

"From now on, you will be Rong Yu of our Pingyang Hou Mansion."

Rong Yu slowly came back to her senses, looked at Song Yanming, who seemed to be in a hurry,

"You are no longer any other identity, understand?"

Rong Yu blinked, feeling that her body seemed to be slowly falling back to the ground again, this kind of experience was too miraculous.

"And you said that I was waiting for an opportunity to observe you at a close distance..." Song Yanming's Adam's apple twitched, and stuttered once in a while, "This lord... this hou has never thought of it that way, and this hou came here... just because I'm thinking about it now."

Rong Yu looked up in surprise, but met Song Yanming's handsome eyebrows, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and then they both looked away.

In the end, it was Rong Yu who broke the embarrassment. He scratched his ears, "It's all your fault, a good meal must be a disappointment! Look! My ingredients are wasted again!"

Song Yanming looked at the pot of boiled seafood and said softly:

"This Marquis will compensate you."