"Suru, I'm here to see you." Zhang Wufeng's words seemed to penetrate time and space, traveling through centuries.
And this sentence inexplicably made Suru burst into tears.
But facing Zhang Wufeng at this moment, she was frightened, inferior, and ashamed of herself, and then she lowered her head unconfidently.
"Suru, long time no see. Come on, I'll take you to dinner. Uncle Xie, please drive away first."
"Master Zhang, I will be your exclusive driver this time. If you want to go to dinner, I have a VIP card for Donghua Hotel. Go here."
"That's fine."
Zhang Wufeng looked at Suru, walked over, took her hand, and put her dumbfounded into the Mercedes-Benz.
Seeing Suru again, Zhang Wufeng could not help but think of her past from her depressed eyes, as well as the memories of dreams within dreams, the sad past of him in that awkward and helpless scene.
This girl has a very difficult past. Before her first year in high school, she was very beautiful. Her father was the owner of a brick factory and her family was very wealthy. However, in her second year of high school, her father entered a casino with someone else and lost.
He was in such a mess that he not only lost all his savings and shares in the brick factory, but also owed 1.3 million horse money.
Later, after selling houses, cars, furniture, jewelry, etc., he raised 1.3 million to pay off his debts, and became destitute. His father was reduced to working on a construction site, and his mother was reduced to being a nanny.
As for herself, she was severely hit by the ups and downs of her family and the kidnapping of a loan shark. As a result, she was unable to recover. Not only did her academic performance plummet, she was also stabbed in the face due to the revenge incident of the underworld, leaving her with a legacy.
A horrific scar.
After that, Zhang Wufeng had almost no contact with her. The reason why she had her number was actually because she was in the class group and she added Zhang Wufeng first.
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"Are you having any difficulties? I work in a factory making electronic products. I started working last month. I won't be paid until the 15th of this month. The previous money was sent home to my brother for school. But I'm looking for a few fellow villagers.
I borrowed 2,000 yuan. You give me your account number and I will transfer the money to you now using online banking. If it is not enough, just wait. It is almost 10 o'clock in the evening and no one else is around. I will borrow it for you again.
You may have to wait a little longer. I was afraid that you would be offline in a bad mood, so I came to talk to you first."
Over there, Danxin Qianlan quickly sent a message.
After being slightly startled, Zhang Wufeng suddenly smiled. This feeling can only be understood by being personally there.
"Haha, actually, I only have about 500 yuan left. It's just travel expenses. I'm going to go out and find something to do and relax." Zhang Wufeng gave a cute smile and said without hiding anything.
"You should be more open-minded. In fact, you are indeed very good. Don't doubt yourself. If she gives up on you, she will definitely regret it!"
Soon, the message was replied again.
"Do you know all this?" Zhang Wufeng asked a little strangely.
"Well, Yang Xiaolan said in the group that Han Wen was chatting with her in the group just now. Now basically everyone in the group knows about your loan."
Danxin Qianlan (Suru’s online name) seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then sent this message.
"Thank you. I have many groups, including the author group and the reader group. They were all added to get recommendation votes. Now all the group messages are blocked, so I don't see them. But it doesn't matter. After all, no one can guarantee that they will always be there.
Standing at the top or at the bottom, isn't it?" Zhang Wufeng said with a smile. At this moment, he really has no pressure. It doesn't matter if he is despised at this moment. He can clearly see the real help in times of trouble and adding insult to injury, just right!
"Indeed. Please send me your account number and take all the 2,000. Although I am poor, my sisters are all real people, and I rarely spend money. I can pay them back next month.
No, it doesn’t matter. You always have to spend money outside, and I see that you are spending a lot of money. It will be very uncomfortable to suddenly be short of money."
Danxin Qianlan once again sent me gentle words.
This feeling, without any deception, made Zhang Wufeng feel very warm.
After opening the third eye, the eyebrows did not protrude, and there were no eyes there. Everything was as usual, but Zhang Wufeng's feeling became very sensitive. This time, the conversation, the other party's tone, etc.,
Zhang Wufeng could easily judge the authenticity of what the other person said, as well as the other person's state of mind, so he seemed to be very arbitrary and directly deleted his friends and severed ties with those people.
But this time, Zhang Wufeng felt a little touched by the light heart and light blue color of the other party's words.
Because the words that are integrated into the mood are filled with emotions. That kind of emotion can be understood but cannot be expressed in words. It is truly understandable.
In this feeling, Zhang Wufeng understood that the reason why the other party admitted that he had no money and that the money was borrowed was not to claim credit or to show his selflessness, but simply because he did not want to deceive or lie! He did not want to change a memory.
The admired boy who had a good impression among them lied, that's all!
Zhang Wufeng can completely understand this feeling.
Immediately, he smiled indifferently and thought of the girl in his mind who was originally very quiet and liked to wear a white dress. He thought of the girl who had become silent, thin, ugly, and had low self-esteem due to the twists and turns of fate...
"Well, give me your account number first, and then I'll give it to you." Zhang Wufeng smiled and sent this message.
"You, oh, okay, my account number is with the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, my name is Suru, and my account number is 9558... Can you tell me your number?"
"Okay, my account number is also from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. My name is Zhang Wufeng, and my number is 9558..."
"Okay, wait a minute, the money will arrive soon." Over there, Suru happily sent the message. This kind of boldness was very similar to Zhang Wufeng himself.
"Well, I will have money on the 15th of this month, and I will definitely pay you back then." Zhang Wufeng sent a cute expression and then added this sentence.
"Don't be so polite. Seriously, we were in the same grade and class from the first year of junior high school to the second year of high school. We can be considered old classmates. Why should we be so alienated?" Suru also sent a cute blushing expression and added this sentence afterward.
talk.
"Where do you work now?" Zhang Wufeng tried to ask.
"I work in an electronics factory. I'm so ugly. Most companies won't accept me because of image issues, so I can only work in a factory. But I can work every day and there's nothing unsatisfactory. In this life,
, that's probably it. Many childhood dreams, now that I think about it, I feel like they are just like phantoms and bubbles, beautiful and easily broken." Suru's words always carry a sense of helpless pain and sadness.
"It will get better. Don't think too much. At least, your father used to be addicted to gambling, but now he can work hard without smoking or playing cards. This is a change. Although the quality of life has declined, the home is more warm.
Isn't it?"
"What you are saying is that if this were not the case, I think it would be difficult for me to persevere... Let's not talk about this anymore. Great writer, why did you stop writing "The God of Destiny"? The crape myrtle saint who saved the apocalypse is here
After the Holy Demon Continent was resurrected, along with the beautiful and lovely Xia Xiaoyan, weren't we preparing to get her a rare ring equipment? I'm also looking forward to you giving her a ring."
"Well, let's stop for now and prepare to write a new "City in the Sky". Haha, I thought you wouldn't like this kind of novel." Zhang Wufeng added a grinning expression after this sentence.
"Actually, I don't think so. This kind of unbridled thinking and magnificent imagination are very popular. Although most novels will write about a man and a woman, this is more realistic and has never been seen.
Those high-ranking officials all have mistresses. As for the educational consequences for people, there is no shortage of them. Confucius said that when three people walk together, there must be a teacher. No matter how bad a novel is, it has certain experience and world view.
When you read a lot of such novels, your knowledge will naturally not be too bad. This is not much different from the novels of the older generation who only know how to write about the hardships of going to the mountains and countryside and how they struggled to eat bark and grass roots.
It is only the level of writing and the uneven quality of works that lead to these gaps.
It’s also martial arts, and Jin Yong’s The Eight Legends of the Dragon can be included in textbooks; it’s also fairy tales, and Journey to the West can also become one of the four great classics. As long as the writer’s skills are profound, the subject matter of the work itself has no critical meaning at all!”
Suru expressed her own opinion, which shocked Zhang Wufeng.
"Haha, what you said is indeed reasonable. In fact, that's what I think!"
Zhang Wufeng smiled and made a grinning expression.
"Well, it's done, you can check it out. Be happy, although many friends have not helped you, but this world is actually like this. Helping you is a favor from others, and not helping you is also a duty. This
In this world, you will not necessarily get something if you put in the effort. You understand these principles better than me, so work hard. I believe you will stand up soon and let those who despise and abuse you in the group,
They all realized how short-sighted they were.
Also, even if you read the messages in the group, don’t be angry, have a good rest, and start tomorrow to face a new life!
I'm off. Goodbye. Don't get back to me. I have to work overtime during this period and can't access the Internet."
A moment after these words were transmitted, the light blue image of the heart had turned dark.
…
Zhang Wufeng has a very deep memory of this past event, or something that has not happened yet.
At first, after the divorce, he stayed at home for more than ten days before going out, but this time, he came out the day after the divorce, so the original going out was around August 5th, and now,
It’s only July 28th.
There are still many days left before that day, but these are not important. What is important is that Zhang Wufeng understands that the girl he likes is by his side and cannot let her run away again.
"Wufeng, what are you thinking about?"
"I miss you."
"Ah - you, please stop joking. In fact, Xiaolan was just confused for a moment. You, you want to be more joking..."
"There's no need to speak for her. Since it's broken, it's completely broken. I'll let it go. I'm going to pursue you in the future. Do you agree?"
"Wu Feng...you, you better not say this again, you're such an ugly person like me..."
"I can heal you."
"Wufeng, I don't want plastic surgery."
"I know, I won't let you have plastic surgery."
"and you……"
Suru was still talking, but Zhang Wufeng directly took her hand and placed it on his palm, as if he was holding a rare treasure.
"Suru, you are a good girl, knowledgeable and sensible. I will treat you well, and you are beautiful. Please resign this time and follow me to Wuhan. I have some things to deal with there. These things,
It will be of great help to me in treating you."
Zhang Wufeng thought for a while and said.
"No wind...Are we going too fast? It's like I'm dreaming..."
Suru felt faint. She couldn't even imagine this dreamy scene.
By this time, Donghua Hotel had arrived.
"Master Zhang, we've arrived at the hotel." The driver said respectfully.
As a driver who has been driving with Xie Yifan for more than ten years, Xie Yun naturally has an eye for people. Although the person in front of him seems to be a little dashing and handsome, but inside, it is completely different. That pair of experienced people
The eyes definitely represent that this is an elite person, and this is fully reflected in the performance of treating Xie Ruyun.
Xie Ruyun's disease has been seen by all experts in the country, and no one is sure of the cure. However, this young man has completely cured it in less than two days. This is his means and strength!
How much money does it cost to have such ability? How many material things do you need?
But this boy, the woman he likes, although there is a long and terrifying scar on her face, but aside from that, she is definitely a stunningly beautiful beauty!
In addition to appearance, both temperament and gentle temperament are eye-catching, and the melancholy and inferiority mentality can exactly arouse the protective and caring ** in a man's heart. This is the best.
However, Xie Yun could only evaluate it secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to really have any thoughts about this top-notch woman. Most people in this world are afraid of death, and the people who should not be offended the most are those doctors with extraordinary abilities. Such people can be said to be
It controls people's life and death and cannot be offended.
Therefore, needless to say Xie Yifan, Xie Yun was extremely honest and respectful to Zhang Wufeng.
"Suru, come in, come on, I'll hold your hand." Zhang Wufeng said softly.
Suru pursed her lips, feeling a little timid and afraid. She just saw Zhang Wufeng looking at her very tenderly at this moment. The deep feelings were so strong that she could feel it in her heart. Her heart was suddenly filled with emotion.