Jian Yun looked at Shi Mei’s smiling eyes, the affection in them impossible to hide.
Shi Mei looked at her, suppressing the impulse to hug her, and said, "Of course I remember."
Jian Yun’s face lit up with a smile, her joy and delight not concealed as she took Shi Mei by the hands and asked, "Today is the day of the interview, are you here for the interview?"
Shi Mei nodded. "Yes, I’m planning to settle down in Imperial City, to study and open a shop."
"Mm, a bar, together with Ye Tiao."
Jian Yun’s eyes sparkled, "You still know Ye Tiao, are you guys close?"
Jian Yun had watched Ye Tiao grow up and naturally knew her personality well.
The girl was quite innocent. Throughout her life, aside from Tang Wu, Ye Tiao really didn’t seem to have many friends she was so close with.
The kind of relationship where they could open a shop together must be really good.
Jian Yun already felt that Shi Mei shared many similarities with her own deceased daughter, and hearing this made her feel an even greater sense of kinship.
Shi Mei nodded, "Yeah, I’ve known Ye Tiao for quite a while, we get along pretty well, and Xiao Ming is here in Imperial City too."
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Such an affectionate nickname made Jian Yun freeze for a moment.
When Tang Wu was a child, that was how she used to call Tang Jingming.
"Xiao Ming, that kid," Jian Yun, finding it hard to calm her emotions, tried to shift her focus and said, "So he’s in Imperial City too, has he been causing you trouble? Are you and Ye Zi living together now?"
"What about Xiao Ming?"
"He lives with us too. Ye Zi and I bought an apartment not far from here, three bedrooms, just right for the three of us, one room each. Would you like to come and see it?"
Jian Yun’s eyes lit up, "Really? May I?"
"Of course, if you’re free, we can go now."
"I’m free!" Jian Yun replied quickly, then realizing her eagerness, felt somewhat embarrassed. Holding Shi Mei’s hands, she said warmly, "Shi Mei, I don’t know why, but the first time I saw you, I felt you were particularly kind. Even now that you’ve recovered, I still feel you’re... very lovely, very kind, like someone I’ve known for a long time."
Shi Mei’s eyes were slightly teary, and she smiled, "I feel the same, seeing you, it’s as if I could feel my mother’s presence."
Suddenly, Jian Yun’s face showed even more surprise, "Right, right, I feel the same, seeing you, especially when talking to you, is like seeing our Xiao Wu..."
Although they didn’t look very much alike, there was something indescribable about her that reminded her irresistibly of Xiao Wu.
Hearing this, Shi Mei paused, her heart aching as if it was being tightly squeezed.
Looking at Jian Yun, her eyes almost gave way to tears.
After saying this, Jian Yun realized that her words might have been impolite. Seeing Shi Mei tense up slightly, she laughed in an embarrassed and apologetic manner, "I’m sorry, what I mean to say is..."
"It’s okay," Shi Mei said, holding her hand, "You can think of me as her if you like, it’s okay."
Jian Yun’s eyes teared up as she looked at Shi Mei with a different gaze.
Shi Mei held back the surge of emotions, "Let’s go now, Xiao Ming said today he would cook dinner for us, it would be perfect for you to come and try his cooking too."