I have a Magical Door [MTL]

Ch 54

Chapter 54 

Even if Ning Huan forced himself, he couldn't squeeze out a smile, and his eyes lingered on her.

Why the hell didn't she come?

He had always known about her mysteries, and even wondered if she was a fictional character of his fantasies, and that 'escape from this world' was still replaying infinitely in his mind...... But he never dared to ask her what kind of magic she had.

Because the bubble is too beautiful, it bursts when you poke it.

"Are you a crane? He asked coldly such a puzzling sentence.

In the fairy tale, the crane was knocked out of her real body and had to leave her lover, because he saw her magic, so the magic failed?

Yan Tingxin didn't look at him, only looked at the phone lens, and remembered the fairy tale of 'crane repaying gratitude': "No."

Yan Tingxin clicked a few photos.

Sister Song happened to come back from grocery shopping, and Yan Tingxin grabbed her: "Sister Song, let's go to the snow to take a photo together."
Sister
Song didn't know that Yan Tingxin would not come again, and said happily: "Okay, put on your coat and gloves, you can build a snowman with such a big snow."

Yan Tingxin pretended to smile lightly and said, "Okay! Ning Huan, change clothes, let's go out and build a snowman! What

she said, how could Ning Huan not be submissive.

The obedient let her make a coat for herself, wrap herself in a scarf, and put on a glove for herself...... Greedily looking at her, greedily breathing the air around her, uncontrollably wanting to keep her by his side, and even having evil thoughts

- imprisoning her forever!

But he couldn't!

He has been trapped in the same place by life, how can he selfishly want to trap the crane that could have flapped its wings and roamed for nine days in this small corner of the world?

......

In the snow, Yan Tingxin forced herself to forget about parting for a short time, and create more good memories of their relationship, so that she could keep recalling them again and again in the future.

So, she offered to use her mobile phone to record the video.

"I remember having a selfie stick tripod at home, and I'll find it for you. Sister Song took the initiative to propose.

Set up a tripod, fix the phone, and Yan Tingxin clicked the video button.

Then, she picked up a handful of snow from the ground, formed a ball, and threw it at Ning Huan.

Sister Song thought that everyone was just playing a snowball fight, so she laughed and threw it at Yan Tingxin.

Yan Tingxin's nose was red from the cold air, his eyes were red, and tears swirled in his eyes and flowed out, and he couldn't see it in the snow.

She laughed and burst into tears as she threw snow balls at Ning Huan's body.

Sister Song said to Ning Huan: "Ning Huan, fight back!" Yan

Tingxin threw another ball with a 'grin'.

Then, Ning Huan grabbed the snow ball that she threw over, and threw it back to her.

He finally began to respond to her.

His abnormality made some speculation rise in her heart.

But she didn't dare to let herself continue to speculate.

She slowly came to terms with reality.

Maybe magic has a time limit, she has owned any door for nearly a year, and has gained so much happiness, she should be grateful for life instead of regretting loss.

No matter how young he is, those who have any door, from all over the world, from all over the world, regardless of distance, to play around, to see the beautiful scenery, to eat the food, and to know the people he knows, the memory will forever be imprinted in his mind.

She's been lucky enough.

Thinking about this, she no longer regrets, no longer lost, no longer afraid.

Thanksgiving for the encounter.

Thank you for bringing me here and meeting you.

......

After the snowball fight, he went back to the house to warm up, and Yan Tingxin helped Sister Song cook ginger soup on the induction cooker to ward off the cold.

Sister Song closed the refrigerator: "I bought two catties of mutton, it's very fat, let's stew mutton soup tomorrow."

Yan Tingxin said to Sister Song: "Sister Song, I can't eat the dishes you cooked, I'll take a plane and leave early tomorrow morning."
Sister
Song thought she was living in Switzerland and was going to return to China: "Are you going back to China?"

Yan Tingxin leaned on her: "Yes." Sister

Song: "What time is the plane tomorrow morning?"

Yan Tingxin: "Half past ten."
Sister
Song: "I'll drive you over."

"Thank you, Sister Song, you are so good. "

......

The next day, in the morning, at the airport.

There was a ramp board in the car, and Sister Song pushed Ning Huan out of the car.

The two stood at the gate of the airport and saw Yan Tingxin off.

Sister Song didn't know anything, and said to Yan Tingxin with a smile: "I'm done, come and see us early."

Yan Tingxin smiled and said, "Definitely." "

It's almost there.

"I'm leaving. Yan Tingxin said to Ning Huan.

She waved her hand and took a step toward the airport.

Then, after walking a few steps, she suddenly turned her body around again, walked back quickly, and walked in front of Ning Huan.

Caught off guard, Yan Tingxin's upper body bent down, grabbed the armrests of Ning Huan's wheelchair, and kissed Ning Huan's lips at once.

Tears glistened in her eyes, and then, lifting her body, walked into the airport without looking back.

......

When I returned to China, I changed the car several times, returned to the small house I rented, and then continued to squeeze the bus and subway tiredly, and returned to my previous work life.

I have to get up early before going to work, I have to hurry to the subway station after work, and when I get home, I can make myself something to eat, it is already dark, and then, I stay up late at night to do part-time manuscripts that need to be translated, and it is late at night, and the next day, continue to get up early...... I just want Ge You to lie down on the weekend, and I can't lift my energy to go out for a walk, and the days pass like flowing water......

Sometimes, crowded in the crowd of subways, she wonders if what happened to her is a dream.

As long as she had such suspicions, she would quietly touch any door bracelet in her sleeve with her fingers, and the touch of the bracelet reminded her that the memories of the past were not just dreams.

The man who sat next to her and instructed her to play the ukulele had the most beautiful cheek mole in the world.

......

My best friend Mu Mu passed the preliminary entrance examination for graduate admissions and came to her across half the city.

As soon as she saw Mu Mu, she hugged her tightly.

"Mumu.

"What's wrong? "

Mumu, Mumu, I'll never see him again!

Yan Tingxin cried a lot, leaned on her best friend's shoulder, and kept repeating the crying sentence: "I'll never see him again!" The

best friend circled her and wiped her tears: "Don't cry, don't cry, who is he?"

Yan Tingxin shook his head and kept the secret.

Mu Mu patted her: "Okay, it's okay if you don't say it."

"I'll be with you if you want to cry. "

Woo, you don't know how good he is. "

......

After crying, time pushes the days on.

Months passed.

CATTI passed all the high scores in one stroke and one bite, handed over a copy of the certificate to the company, and she received another raise.

Wang Ankang's novels, so far, she has completed the translation of three volumes, and is charging towards the last four.

The publishing house did not delay the payment, and she got a total of 250,000 part-time income.

Before the Spring Festival, she got the previous year's commission and year-end bonus, a total of 120,000 yuan, plus her monthly fixed basic salary, her average monthly salary reached 85k.

That's twice as high as when I first graduated.

Translating is hard work. In her first year, when she first started in the industry, it was a challenge for her to complete the guaranteed word count every month, and it took several months to fully adapt to the rhythm. Up to now, she has been active in receiving manuscripts and translating quickly and well.

Although the part-time income is already greater than the income of his own job, Yan Tingxin does not plan to resign for the time being, and only works part-time.

Because the part-time income is not stable, I was lucky last year and got this job, but I don't necessarily have this luck every year.

Last year was a year of crazy accumulation, her professional ability has improved a lot, she has taken a few certificates, the basic salary and commission index of the next year have risen, and the income of the translation agency will go up step by step, and next year's income and year-end will be higher, so this is at least a stable source of income.

Rather than pin her hopes on luck, she prefers to pin her hopes on herself.

Life is full of uncertainties, and she is a cautious, down-to-earth person.

......

It's spring.

In the past two years, housing prices have not risen as wildly as in previous years, housing prices are falling secretly, and banks such as the central bank have launched preferential loan interest rates.

The down payment ratio has fallen, the loan interest rate has fallen, the single CPF loan amount has increased, and the CPF balance can be directly offset against the down payment...... Yan Tingxin calculated all his current savings, plus the balance of the provident fund, he could barely make a down payment for a small apartment.

In the end, with the lowest down payment ratio, I bought a south-facing 60-square-meter small suite, one as a bedroom and one as a study.

After a repainting and simple makeover, she wandered around the city and finally had a home.

No longer have to worry about whether he will be kicked out by the landlord, and he doesn't have to worry about someone intruding into his private domain, there are thousands of lights in this city, and finally there is a light that belongs to her completely.

......

Then, she reached the age of twenty-four.

Exactly the same date, exactly the same time.

Everything seems to be a coincidence, and she is facing overtime again.

It's just that it didn't rain that day.

After working overtime and leaving the company, in the dark, as if there was an invisible attraction and telepathy, she came to the supermarket again, made herself a cup of instant noodles, and looked out the window in a daze.

The instant noodles were in front of her, slowly turning from hot to cold.

The door of the convenience store was pushed open, and a middle-aged and elderly woman wearing a dress with a windbreaker and sunglasses walked in.

She walked over to Yan Tingxin's position and sat down, looking out the window with Yan Tingxin.

The glass can faintly reflect part of the indoor scene, and Yan Tingxin's heart seems to have been lifted by someone with a rope all of a sudden.

Yan Tingxin. The woman next to her spoke first.

"Who are you? "Although this person is wearing sunglasses, he gives people a sense of familiarity and intimacy, like an old friend who has known each other many years ago.

The corners of the woman's mouth rose, and she smiled gently and warmly: "I am you at the age of sixty."

Yan Tingxin was stunned: "Sixty-year-old me? "

'Sixty-year-old Yan Tingxin' wore a classic trench coat, took off his sunglasses, and revealed a face that looked very similar to Yan Tingxin, and a pair of big black, bright and round eyes.

The years have been very fond of her, and there are no deep traces on her face, like a gentle breeze blowing, leaving some gentle shallow marks on the surface of the lake, her figure is still tall and powerful, even if she is old, she has not given up self-discipline, and her temperament is outstanding, with a bookish atmosphere.

Is this the 'future self'?

Yan Tingxin lowered his head and noticed that the left wrist of the 'sixty-year-old Yan Tingxin' had a bracelet that was exactly the same as his left wrist.