The banter relieved the embarrassment of saying hello when we met again. Speaking of which, he did me a small favor. I gestured to the boy in front of me and said, "This can't be your son."
Unexpectedly, the whole family said in unison: "No!" and then explained at the same time: "He is my nephew." "He is my uncle."
I couldn't help but laugh now. It was just a joke. If Lin Xiang has such an old son, then I really should go find Xie Ya. She introduced me to a blind date in the first place. Calculated by age
, wouldn’t it be that he already had a four or five-year-old son at that time?
"It's my sister's child. She called me this morning and asked me to help take Xiaozhou to school."
I nodded, patted the boy's head and said, "Let's go, we're almost late." Then I raised my eyes and said to Lin Xiang, "I won't talk to you anymore. Morning class time is coming, and I have to lead the students to recite the text."
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After that day, it seemed that I could often see Lin Xiang coming to pick up Qian Xiaozhou. When we met, we would chat for a few words or nod in greeting. Until one day he asked me with a frustrated look on his face: "Yu Qian, did I do too much?"
It’s so subtle, you don’t even know that I’m pursuing you again?”
Uh, I was stunned, is there any?
Seeing my expression, he became even more helpless. After stroking his forehead exaggeratedly, he straightened his expression and said, "So, now I'm officially asking, can I pursue you? Teacher Yu." Inexplicably, I was attracted to him in the end.
The word "Teacher Yu" made me laugh.
I saw Lin Xiang smiling bitterly and saying in annoyance: "I'm very serious." His serious expression was just like Qian Xiaozhou's promise to me that he would never fail to do his homework again. The two nephews and uncles have the same purpose.
He tilted his head, looked him up and down, and then said, "Let me think about it." Surprise immediately appeared on that gentle face, "Okay, it doesn't matter how long you want to think about it." After thinking about it, he realized
No, I added another sentence: "But don't think about it for too long." I immediately smiled and bent over. This man was really cute, but... there was liquid splashing out of the corner of my drooping eyes. I raised my hand and wiped it away gently.
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Although the answer is ambiguous, it actually means that I have agreed to the other party's pursuit. This response has stopped my heart from wandering anymore and finally accepted ordinary happiness. I dare not say that Lin Xiang will be my happiness in the rest of my life, but with
He was also destined to be, from the very beginning until we met several years later, and then we met again after half a year.
It is said that hundreds of years of looking back in the past life only lead to one passing by in this life. I passed by Lin Xiang twice, but this time he chose to walk in front of me. Especially, he knew a lot about my past.
I understand a little bit, but he still wants to choose me, which proves that my evaluation of him was right: he is a good man.
And Lin Xiang is a good man, which was further confirmed in the contacts after the official relationship. He can always carefully observe my emotional fluctuations and comfort me in time. Later I found out that he had studied psychology. Strictly speaking, he is a
People who are very sensible and know how to make arrangements. For example, when eating, they will choose affordable restaurants instead of flashy restaurants; when watching movies, they will choose literary and romantic movies, but after asking me, they will change to suspense movies.
After dating for a period of time, it became clear to each other that their intention was to get married. After all, we are both at that age, and we will not regard love as the only romance like innocent boys and girls.
This is my plan after I fully realized it, and everything is going in the planned direction.
I have always known that even if the chance of meeting each other is slim in the same city, it is still possible. So when I was waiting for Lin Xiang to get off work in the hospital lobby that day, I saw a man and a woman walking in from the main entrance. There was no surprise. It could not be regarded as a narrow encounter.
, I can only say goodbye, which is a loss.
Xu Ziyang stepped in with deep steps. I happened to raise my head and caught his gaze. He stopped suddenly, and then looked at me steadily. My figure was printed in his heavy eyes like ink, but there was no wave.
I was shocked, as if I was looking at a stranger. I turned my eyes away, passed over Gu Qingwei's body, looked at Lin Xiang who was walking out, and walked towards him with a smile.
I put my hand around his arm and asked softly: "Where are we going to eat?" I looked friendly and natural, but in fact the palms I clenched were sweating. The mentality I thought I had built long ago was abandoned when I met him, or was it?
It is impossible to ignore it.
It can be seen that there is a gap between me and Xu Ziyang on this point.
There was a slight surprise in Lin Xiang's eyes, because although we were on the road to marriage and had held hands and hugged each other, it was not me who took the initiative. This was the first time I clung to his arm with such attachment. The look in his eyes
Some of them were flattered.
But when he turned around and saw the two people at the door, his expression seemed to be frozen by strong glue. When he was wondering about Tusheng, Xu Ziyang had already strode away. His thoughtful eyes came from the other person, and from hers
Judging from his face, he looked sick, so he probably wasn't fully recovered yet, after all, he was said to be seriously ill half a year ago.
After that, I rarely went to the hospital to wait for Lin Xiang. I basically waited for him to come over after get off work before meeting me, and I never met anyone again.
Until one day, a strange text message was suddenly sent to my mobile phone: Second floor of Star City, Box 8. When I saw it, I deleted it, thinking that someone had sent it by mistake or it was some kind of scam, but another one was quickly sent:
Yu Qian, go to Box 8 on the second floor of Star City, you will see something unexpected.
This time, I’m sure it wasn’t a mistake. The unknown number was sent to me. But I still decided to ignore the message. It was unclear what the other party meant, and there was no reason for me to take this trip.
About fifteen minutes later, the third text message came again: Yu Qian, don't you want to know what Xu Ziyang is doing?
I dialed the number directly, but after the phone rang three times, it was turned off. No more messages were sent after that. I looked at the time at almost 11:30, which was exactly noon. I put the phone in my pocket and walked to school.
I ate in the cafeteria. But I didn’t taste the food. My heart felt like it had been scratched by a cat’s claws. Those three messages kept coming over and over in my mind.
When I was standing downstairs at the Star City Hotel, I felt still in a daze. Teacher Chen next to me nudged me and said, "Since you're here, let's go up and have a look." Teacher Chen is a colleague who I had a good relationship with at school.
, she saw that I looked strange and asked what was wrong. I thought about it and told her about the three text messages and explained that the person was a friend of mine.
She gave me an analysis and concluded that maybe my "friend" had something going on and she might as well go take a look. She also enthusiastically proposed to come with me. So the two of them stood downstairs in Xingcheng. This is a private restaurant with high quality.
It can be considered high-end, but none of the places where Xu Ziyang goes to eat are low-end.
When we entered the door, the receptionist asked us if we had a reservation. I reported the number of box 8. After the girl looked at us, she led us upstairs hesitantly. Only when we got to the second floor did I understand the girl's expression. It turned out that box 8
The private room is at the very back of the floor. The further you go in, the more exquisite the private room becomes. This shows that the customers sitting inside are of high status.
Perhaps seeing our natural demeanor, the girl who greeted us also believed it. Just when we were about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside. The waiter came out with an empty plate. The girl made an invitation gesture. Chen and I
The teacher looked at each other and then pretended to walk inside. Only then did he realize that the box had an inner and outer compartment. The entrance was a small reception room with two couches, separated by a mahogany pane screen.
, it is not completely blocked, you can vaguely see the interlacing of glasses and cups inside, and the sound of clinking cups can also be heard from time to time.
I immediately regretted it. I was out of my mind and took this trip. Why did I come here? See Xu Ziyang socializing? He saw me, so where did I put my face? I was about to turn around and open the door to leave, but Teacher Chen pulled me and whispered
Ask: "Look, is your friend here?"
My eyes hurriedly drifted inside, and I had already caught a glimpse of that person. It wasn't that I was keen enough to find him immediately, but he was dazzling in any situation, and it was difficult to ignore. But after taking a look, I felt something was wrong, and I made up my mind.
sight, and within a few minutes I knew something was wrong.
There were not many people on the table, only five or six people. The postures of these people looked like they were in the officialdom. Even if there were lines at the corners of their eyes, one could see the shrewdness and darkness after being immersed in the officialdom. I stood there for a few days.
Minutes later, I saw Xu Ziyang drinking alone, while the others were laughing and chatting with careless expressions. Occasionally, they raised their glasses symbolically, but they only took a sip, while Xu Ziyang drank the whole glass.
In this scenario, either he is addicted to alcohol, or he is being driven to drink.
His face was abnormally pale. When I saw him in the hospital last time, I intentionally ignored one thing: he was very thin. When I looked at him through the small mahogany grid, I wondered if it was an angle problem.
He is thinner than last time. But the innate nobility and arrogance can be seen in his eyebrows.
The hoarse voice was probably because the wine had burnt his throat, "Mr. He, look at that..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted: "Young Master Xu, we won't talk about business today.
Drink, come on, let me get another bottle of Wuliangye."
He paused, then smiled and nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll go hurry the waiter, why don't you see anyone coming?" After saying that, he stood up. I was shocked. As soon as I took a step back, I saw him staggering.
His body swayed, but he finally regained his balance.
The man who was called Mr. He before laughed jokingly: "Mr. Xu must have drunk too much. It was really not fun."
"Mr. He said he didn't have enough fun. That's Young Master Xu's fault. Come on, come on, I'll fill up this glass for you first. I'd like to pay homage to Mr. He." The person next to him poured out the wine in his glass with a smile on his face.
I poured it into his cup. I frowned, thinking that he wouldn’t drink it. This person had a slight mysophobia, so how could he drink wine that others had drunk?
But he didn't even frown. He picked up the wine glass and stretched out his hand towards Mr. He: "Here's to you, Mr. He! You can do whatever you want, I'll do it!"
There was a crisp sound of clinking glasses, and he raised his head and drank the wine without leaving a drop. But Mr. He was really casual, barely touching his lips with the wine. His smiling eyes were deep and indifferent, and the lines at the corners of his mouth were full of malice.
