After the proposal that night, Sister Mingyue became the happiest woman in the world. She was humming even when walking and doing housework, and her face was full of joy when she talked about everything.
Maybe because she was happy, she especially wanted others to be happy, so she and Lu Qiulang paired Li Yangxi and me from time to time. For example, during the New Year holiday, they forced us to go out to play, and restricted it to only three days.
Not allowed to go home.
Li Yangxi teased her: "Master, are you afraid that Buyu and I will disturb your world?"
Sister Mingyue didn't shy away, and nodded directly: "That's right! Remember, take good care of yourself!" She pulled Li Yangxi down and said in his ear: "Teacher, I don't mind if you cook raw rice and cooked rice."
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Seeing her lips moving, I suddenly woke up. If the situation is not contained, the misunderstanding between Li Yangxi and me will only get deeper and deeper.
I sent a message to Huanhuan and asked her if she had any plans for New Year's Day. Huanhuan made an appointment with me and she lost a lot of weight.
Could it be that something happened to her like this?
Huanhuan hugged me and cried a lot. After crying hard, she sobbed and said: "Ji Yinze has returned to China! Because Ji's market in China was completely closed, a series of things happened at Ji's headquarters. He was
The family urgently returned to China, fearing that they would never come back to China again!"
I was stunned. It turned out that what we did had indirectly hurt Huanhuan!
"Speechless, what should I do? He said he would come back, but how could he come back again?" Huanhuan cried so hard that tears flowed down his face, and his shoulders twitched. I didn't know how to answer, so I could only offer silent comfort.
After I separated from Huanhuan, I unexpectedly met Jun Xiaoqing. Or maybe she has been paying attention to my situation.
"Jun Buyu, you are so lucky!" she said through gritted teeth.
I walked around her and continued forward. Jun Xiaoqing said: "When will you go back to school? The campus will be really boring without you."
Yes, you are not only boring, you are also ignorant. You have been used as a weapon by Ji Minen time and time again. Now that Ji Minen has ended up like this, you are still stubborn!
I suddenly understood Jun Xiaoqing's mood. Her heart was empty just because of Chen Yetong's departure. Apart from opposing me, she seemed to never find the courage to live. How sad!
I walked forward quickly, but it seemed that no other counterattack was suitable for her except hiding.
Because of meeting Jun Xiaoqing, Cen Yetong's face came to mind, so he simply dropped by the book bar.
The book bar was still as warm and quiet as usual. Because the New Year was approaching, Xu Yawei was standing on a chair, decorating the kitchen window. She was very happy to see me.
"Senior, long time no see." Xu Yawei's smile was indeed so contagious. She easily let go of the heaviness she felt when she just saw Huanhuan and the helplessness she felt when she saw Jun Xiaoqing, and walked in slowly.
Xu Yawei put down what she was doing and came over to talk to me.
"Sister, are you going for internship? You guys are fine, you can do internship, I still have two years." Xu Yawei prepared a cup of cappuccino for me. Her craftsmanship was great and she added just the right amount of sugar.
I remember that when I was in City S, I used to make coffee for Ji Minhao, that sunny man, every day. I always felt that during this period, I felt as tired as going through a lot of vicissitudes of life.
Xu Yawei held her head, feeling slightly troubled: "By the way, senior sister, the day after tomorrow is the New Year. Happy New Year."
I nodded towards her, wanting to sit by myself, but Yawei seemed to have been alone for a long time, and there was no one in the book bar at this time, so she sat opposite me and never left. "Sister, I have something.
I want to ask you something. You have worked here before, right?"
I slowly turned my head and nodded slightly.
Xu Yawei ran into the bar, took out a book, opened it and said to me: "Sister, do you know who has borrowed this book? I can't find the borrowing record of this book. Look, here it is
Do you recognize the handwriting?"
Seeing her anxious face and her eyes shining with hope, showing her excitement, I couldn't bear to bother her and took it over to take a look.
There are some notes written in the margins on both sides of the book. Some of the words can be an excellent annotation of the meaning of the text. I don’t need to work hard to distinguish the handwriting, and I know whose hand it is. He is the only one.
Being able to keep this book privately prevents Yawei from finding any records.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that rejecting Li Yangxi was not so difficult to say. Sure enough, everything had already been decided.
I sent a message to Li Yangxi and asked him to go to Meizhou Island tomorrow and I would wait for him there. If he arrived early, he would first decide where to stay and send me a message.
Li Yangxi replied to the message and mentioned how I went to Meizhou Island alone. He also said that he would leave on the earliest train tomorrow and asked me if I wanted to bring my luggage.
I replied that Sister Mingyue's luggage had been sorted out, probably because she didn't want us to disturb their world anymore. Maybe Li Yangxi also had some small expectations for this kind of trip, so he didn't ask too much about the details.
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I put away my cell phone, took Yawei’s cell phone on the table and dialed my own number. I texted her: "Want to know who this person is? Take the earliest train to Meizhou Island tomorrow. You will be there."
Meet her."
Yawei held the phone and looked at me doubtfully: "Sister, aren't you? Are you so straight and fake? Why do you look like a fortune teller? I'm so curious!"
I smiled, took another deep look at the book bar, and walked out.
I kept holding the phone in my hand, and took the opportunity to go downstairs to the house that Jun Changqian bought before. I didn't dare to get too close, because my nightmare was there, that is, being surrounded by those girls in that alley.
Beaten.
Looking up, the house where Sumino Hitomi lived before was already occupied. Clothes, women's pajamas, and jackets were hanging on the balcony. I recalled in my mind that after the Spring Festival that year, I went back to school and dragged my luggage upstairs.
He followed me and told me he lived across from me.
I don’t know if it’s because of Ji’s incident, but I feel like I’ve gone through many vicissitudes of life, and it’s always easy to think too much. For example, things from the past are always easy to get into my mind.
Somehow, I took out my cell phone and subconsciously dialed a number I hadn't dialed for a long time. I knew this number might have been canceled after his accident, but I still couldn't help but want to call.
Sure enough, "The number you dialed is unavailable. Please check and dial again." He put away the phone and thought that maybe he should find a way to find Lu Zi. He should know where Sumino Hitomi is buried, right? So he took advantage of this.
It would be good to visit him once in a while.
When I turned to leave, I saw the lights in the room that Jun Changqian bought suddenly turned on. I stopped in my tracks as if I had been cast by magic.
Uncle Zhong will not come to Q City. There are only three of us with the key to this house. Has he really come to Q City and stayed here all the time? Why bother to come?
My heart was still throbbing so much that I wanted to leave quickly, but my phone was vibrating, and a series of numbers suddenly appeared on the screen. Even if I had to recite them backwards, I could read the numbers without hesitation.
His hands trembled slightly, but he finally picked it up.
"Girl..." His voice came out through the mobile phone, with a slight nasal sound.
He has always been a very healthy person in my heart. I have rarely heard a nasal voice like this. Except when I ran away from home when I was fifteen years old, he lived across from my room in the hotel.
He worked day and night, and except for the time when he was hospitalized with a fever, I don't remember him ever getting sick.
As if to verify that he really had a cold, several violent sneezes came from the other end of the phone. Even though he covered the receiver on purpose, I still heard it. My heart trembled, and I slowly turned around while holding the phone, and saw the person on the street.
On the balcony, there was a slender figure. He was only at the height of the fourth floor, and he could be seen at a glance. He was only wearing a thin knitted sweater.
The other end didn't make any more noise, and just looked at each other from a distance across the four-storey distance, through the street lamps facing the street and the lights falling from the leaves.
I remembered that he often looked at me like this. When I first came to him when I was eight years old, I took Abai for a walk on the beach. He was leaning on the railing upstairs, looking far away through the transparent glass.
looking at me.
I was not close to him at that time, and I thought he would find a new buyer and sell me at a better price. At that time, I was like a frightened deer, afraid to speak, and pretending to be cute.
When did you start being willful towards him, when did you start being stubborn towards him, when did you start falling in love with him?
All I could hear was his breathing, which was slightly hot. The person upstairs had already turned around and returned to the house. He said, "Wait for me!" Then there was a series of footsteps coming downstairs.
The hand holding the phone felt slightly sore, and I slowly put it down. I was still so sad, but why did I still want to take a step forward? I didn’t know how to face him, because there were so many things between me, and I didn’t know myself.
What does your heart really want?
"Speechless." His figure had already appeared on the street corner. The originally calm man took one step at a time and took two steps towards me. He didn't even have time to put on a coat.
"Speechless." He is already tall and has slender legs. He takes one step and two steps at a time, and the distance between us is only one step. It turns out that if he is willing, he can easily step within one step of me.
Maybe he came into contact with the cold air outside and sneezed twice in succession.
I frowned slightly, but he laughed, stretched out his hand and rubbed my eyebrows. The pads of his fingers were warm. Then I remembered that before I went to Qingmei Temple at the age of fifteen, he hugged me while walking down the street, and a piece of clothing blocked my way.
The two of them bought a large handful of roses, which made Uncle Zhong complain all the time.
It turns out that I remember the good things in the past so clearly and rely on them so much.
He retracted his hand, his brow was empty, but his hand felt warm. He tightened my hand and intertwined their fingers.
