The Most Beautiful Years Met You [Thirty-Three] The person I like now is
The cell phone nestled under the quilt kept vibrating.
Ye Hehuan raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He forgot to check the caller ID and answered the call directly. His voice was a little rough: "Hello?"
"Ye Hehuan, tell me the truth, where are you now? I spent more than two hundred thousand in one hour. Is there anyone who can swipe credit cards like you?"
Ye Zanwen's angry scolding came from the receiver. Ye Hehuan said nothing, pressed the hangup button, blocked the number, jumped forward, and lay on the pillow.
After a while, the phone rang again.
The emotion of forbearance was on the verge of breaking out. Ye Hehuan took the phone and said, "You are still finished, why don't I spend some money on you! You buy a watch for your little daughter for tens of thousands, and it is a heinous crime for me to swipe a card? Ye Zanwen, please
I’m so pissed off, believe it or not, I’ll go to the TV station to give you a face!”
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while and then said, "He Huan, it's me."
Hearing Yan Yu's voice, Ye Hehuan's nose felt sour, and the crying that had just been suppressed surged up again. He took a deep breath and tried not to let his voice tremble: "Is something wrong?"
"I just called you, but no one answered."
"Oh, I'm taking a nap, my phone is on mute." She said calmly, "If nothing happens, I'm going to take a shower, so I'll hang up first."
No matter how well she hides it, whether a teenage girl is happy or sad will be unconsciously reflected in her tone of voice.
Yan Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room. He didn't know how much time had passed. He listened blankly to the busy signal and tightened his fingers on the phone.
Ye Hehuan used to be like a bright little sun surrounding him, but now the little sun is dim, and he is the culprit who hurt her.
The door to the room opened and Zhang Ningning came back from outside.
She stood by the door and looked at Yan Yu's back. After a while, she put her bag in the closet, walked over, and hugged him from behind.
"I just went to see a few houses. There is a complex apartment that is good. When are you free, let's go over and have a look."
Yan Yu tilted his head, smelled the familiar fragrance on her body, turned around, and held her in his arms: "Just make your decision."
The two hugged each other quietly.
After a while, Zhang Ningning said dullly: "Ayu, do your parents have a strong opinion of me?"
"They are all mean-spirited people. They may not understand us at first, but as time goes by, they will definitely accept us being together."
"I know that I am old, divorced, and have a bad reputation. Not only can I not help you in your career, but I may also become a burden."
Zhang Ningning let go of him and looked up at him, her eyes filled with worry: "Ayu, you still have time to regret now, while I'm still wavering."
"I thought I had given you enough courage." Yan Yu held her hand tightly, protected it in his palm, kissed the back of her hand, and looked back at her with affectionate eyes: "You have been me since I was fourteen.
The wanted bride.”
Zhang Ningning leaned her head on his shoulder, revealing the bracelet on her wrist: "My grandma gave it to me. She said it was passed on to the daughter-in-law of the Yan family."
Yan Yu's thin lips pressed against her forehead, and then he let go of his hand on her waist: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Before entering, he put his cell phone on the table next to him.
Zhang Ningning glanced in the direction of the bathroom, walked to the table, and stared at Yan Yu's cell phone, wondering what he was thinking.
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For dinner, Ye Hehuan turned to grief and anger and ordered a super luxurious set meal at the hotel.
While she was cutting a piece of steak, her phone vibrated and a text message came in. She clicked on it and it was from Yan Yu.
[Hehuan, I'm sorry for causing such a situation today. There are things I have always wanted to say to you, but I have no chance. I will wait for you at the pottery workshop on XX Road at 9:30 tonight. This may be the last time between us.
Once we meet, Ning Ning and I will stay in the country after marriage, so I will wait until you show up.】
Ye Hehuan's red and swollen eyes stared at the words 'This may be the last time we meet', and his curved fingers slowly clenched the knife and fork.
The beef sauce still in your mouth tastes like chewing gum.
If she was as careful as Qin Shousheng, maybe she would be able to detect something from Yan Yu's changes after he went to Ottawa.
If she could be as open-minded as Fan Tiantian, she would rush into the bar and grab a piece of meat to comfort her injured heart as soon as she learned the truth about being cannon fodder.
It's a pity that she is not Qin Shousheng or Fan Tiantian, she is just Ye Hehuan.
She liked to pester Yan Yu, like the faint smile on his brow, and like to see him pampering her, but now, he suddenly said that he didn't want her anymore.
If you really say you don't want it, then you don't want it, without even notifying her in advance.
The waiter who was standing far away came over and looked at her with concern: "Miss, are you okay?"
Ye Hehuan raised his head and glanced at her. The waiter's face was slightly blurry in her sight. He took out his credit card from his pocket and slapped it on the table: "I want to pay."
Her arrogant attitude of "Sister is not short of money" made the waiter choke on his words of comfort, nodded, took the card and left.
In less than five minutes, the waiter came back and returned the card to her: "Sorry, miss, your card has been deactivated."
Ye Hehuan's heart tightened, as if she realized something, she gave the remaining cards to the waiter.
"Miss, your card has been stopped. Do you want to pay in cash?"
Ye Hehuan bit his lip, took out a check from the dark side of his wallet, and stretched out his hand magnanimously: "Can I use this?"
Waiter: "..."
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After walking out of the restaurant and paying the bill, Ye Hehuan only had less than one hundred change left in her wallet. She looked at the red carpeted corridor and didn't know where to go.
Ye Zanwen stopped all her credit cards as punishment.
Standing at the door of the hotel, she sniffed and finally hailed a taxi, reporting the address mentioned in the text message.
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Ye Hehuan arrived at his destination at 8:30 pm, one hour earlier than agreed.
The porcelain workshop has gone out of business.
Wiping the steps next to them with paper towels, Ye Hehuan sat down.
Perhaps tonight's night had infected her emotions, and she suddenly wanted to get a "why" from Yan Yu herself.
In the parking space on the roadside ahead, a champagne-colored car appeared in her sight.
The car stopped, the driver's door opened, and a man got out.
Just as Ye Hehuan was about to stand up and walk over, Yan Yu walked around the car door and opened the passenger door. She saw Zhang Ningning getting out of the car. Her heart felt like she had been hit hard by a heavy object, which made her breathing suppressed. In a hurry,
, she hid in the alley next to her.
Why did the man named Zhang Ningning come together?
Ye Hehuan heard the sound of the iron door being pulled, and she looked out from the alley. Yan Yu and Zhang Ningning entered the workshop together, and the dim light instantly filled the whole room.
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"It's been so many years, but I didn't expect that everything here hasn't changed much."
After Zhang Ningning put down her bag, she walked to the two rows of shelves and looked at the half-finished products with a nostalgic look: "I thought you had forgotten this place long ago."
"Why do you think so?" Yan Yu stood beside her. There were many memories of the two of them in this place.
Zhang Ningning smiled and took off his coat instead of answering.
The workers in the workshop seemed to know that someone would come back at night, and all the tools and raw materials were placed in conspicuous places.
Yan Yu leaned on the edge of the long table next to him, holding a water glass. While drinking water, he watched Zhang Ningning skillfully wash out and pile mud.
Her hands are beautiful, slender and boneless, as if she was born to be an artist.
After completing the first two processes, Zhang Ningning suddenly raised his chin slightly and looked at him slightly provocatively: "Are you interested in doing a rough drawing together? Mr. Yan?"
Yan Yu smiled: "It's an honor."
He rolled up the sleeves of his cashmere sweater, sat on a stool with her, hugged her gently from behind, and touched the rotating porcelain clay with his hands.
"Remember the ceramic we first collaborated on?" she said suddenly.
She didn't need to say anything more. Yan Yu's muddy hand held her delicate hand. The porcelain clay on the big turntable was still spinning. Zhang Ningning raised the corners of her lips with a sweet smile.
Her body leaned back slightly and nestled in his arms.
The porcelain clay gradually showed the prototype of the porcelain blank. Zhang Ningning suddenly turned his head, kissed Yan Yu's thin lips, pecked them gently, let go, her beautiful crystal eyes stared at him, and then covered them again,
Close your eyes and wrap your hands around his neck.
"Ayu, kiss me..." She murmured against his lips.
After a blink of an eye and hesitation, Yan Yu hugged her slender waist and responded to her emotionally. Suddenly, a curse sounded from outside: "You deserve to be killed standing here!"
Yan Yu let go of Zhang Ningning in his arms, looked up, and saw the red shadow of the fallen figure, his expression suddenly changed.
Ye Hehuan was hit by a bicycle and fell to the ground. His palms were bruised and painful. The man cursed a few words and immediately got on the bicycle and drove away.
Almost subconsciously, Yan Yu stood up loudly, ignoring the wet mud on his hands, and ran out of the workshop, stopping Ye Hehuan who was about to leave.
"When did you come here? How long have you been standing here?" Yan Yu felt a trace of panic in his heart.
Ye Hehuan saw his pursed lips and lowered his eyelids: "It's been a while."
"Ning Ning and I are here—"
"I understand everything." She interrupted him. Yan Yu frowned slightly and wanted to speak, but she beat him to it: "You can continue making ceramics, I won't interrupt you."
She didn't want to raise her head and let her eyes fall on his face for one more second, so she grabbed the small bag in front of her and walked away from him.
Yan Yu stared at her lonely back. This time, he strode to catch up: "There is no direct bus to the hotel here, I will take you there."
Looking over Yan Yu's shoulder, Ye Hehuan saw Zhang Ningning standing at the door of the workshop store.
The answer she wanted was ready to come out just now.
"No, I can transfer." Ye Hehuan walked straight to the stop sign.
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A bus stopped at the stop sign.
Ye Hehuan went straight up without even looking at the route. As he walked in, he heard the sound of coins being thrown behind him.
Yan Yu followed him up.
Ye Hehuan sat down by the window. The bright car lights made her skin almost transparent, and the blood vessels behind her ears could be vaguely seen. Yan Yu walked next to her, holding the car ring in his hand, lowering his head.
Looking at her hair, the unspeakable words finally came to her lips: "He Huan, I have something to tell you."
"Well, just say what you want to say, and I'll listen." She took out her mobile phone and played a game of snake-eating while talking.
Yan Yu's Adam's apple moved, and he suddenly realized that he was a jerk.
"He Huan, these years... thank you for staying with me when I was at my lowest, but -"
"But we still have to break up, right?" Ye Hehuan raised his head, glanced at the troubled Yan Yu, and smiled: "Actually, I can understand it. Being with someone you don't love is simply worse than torture.
"
"If you still want to go to university in Ottawa, I can help you take care of it. I have a house in Vancouver that I haven't sold yet. If you go to school there, you can move there at any time. If you don't like it, I'll think about it.
I’ll help you find other good places to live.”
Ye Hehuan's face was very calm, and he blinked his eyelashes. He still remembered that she had pretended to be pitiful and made nonsense, saying that the apartment she lived in belonged to the Fan family.
"Ayu, I never told you that when I came to Yunnan this time, I came to break up with you." She suddenly said.
Yan Yu frowned, obviously not believing what she said.
"It's true." Ye Hehuan looked at him apologetically, pursed his lips, and said, "Didn't I go back to city B? I met a man, and I went to see my mother. On the way back, I met *,
He was the one who saved me, and he took me to the hospital when I was sick. Gradually, I found that I fell in love with him..."
"That feeling is something I haven't experienced before, you know? If I can't see him for a few hours, I will be completely distracted and want to call him and hear his voice." As she said that, her face changed.
It shows the girl's shyness.
Looking at Ye Hehuan like this, Yan Yu held Lahuan's finger and couldn't help but tighten it. Such a reply was not what he expected.
"I didn't know how to speak before."
Ye Hehuan breathed a sigh of relief, his expression was very relaxed, and he looked at him with curved cat eyes: "Now that I say it like this, I feel much better."
"How did you meet him?" Yan Yu asked.
She seemed to have been prepared, and took out a photo from her bag: "At my great-aunt's funeral."
Yan Yu lowered his head and his eyes fell on the photo. It was taken at a certain base. There were more than a dozen people in the photo, wearing camouflage uniforms and holding guns in their hands. Their faces were painted with oil paint so that their faces could not be seen clearly. He noticed that they
The epaulettes are not ordinary troop numbers. There is a tall and straight man among them who is particularly eye-catching——
Ye Hehuan's index finger has already pointed at the man: "Well, the person I like now is him. Two bars and two stars. Doesn't he look very aura?"
Yan Yu hummed absentmindedly, but did not move his eyes away from the photo.
"We've arrived." Ye Hehuan stood up from her seat and looked at him with a smile: "I have to rush back to Vancouver. Ayu, I can't attend your wedding, but I still wish you happiness."
The bus stopped at a certain stop. Ye Hehuan jumped off the bus, the smile on her face fleeting, and she passed by the restarted bus.
He didn't look back to see Yan Yu on the bus.
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The bus gradually faded away and merged into the night, with only the occasional taillights on.
Ye Hehuan stood alone on the side of the road, looking at the buses blending into the dark night. Her eyes felt warm and stinging. She didn't care if he didn't want her.
There is an old man setting up a roasted sweet potato stall on the roadside.
Ye Hehuan went over, bought a three-yuan sweet potato, ate the hot sweet potato, and walked back to the hotel along the path the uncle pointed out.
A gust of cold wind blew through, and she shivered all over. Her hands holding the sweet potatoes were frozen. After ten o'clock in the evening, there were no pedestrians on the road except for the occasional vehicle.
Just after throwing away the bag of sweet potato peels, Ye Hehuan felt a cramp in her abdomen. Ye Hehuan slowly squatted on the ground, and the intestines in her stomach seemed to be torn in knots. Later, the pain made her dizzy, and she sat down on the roadside with her hands
Holding my stomach, I couldn't straighten my waist.
At a quiet intersection, a black car passed by her. After driving for a while, it suddenly stopped, reversed back, and stalled on the side of the road.
Ye Hehuan buried her head between her legs. When she heard the footsteps, a pair of brown leather work shoes appeared under her eyes...
She raised her face and looked up along the heels of her leather shoes and her straight dark casual pants. The pain in her stomach made her facial features wrinkle up. She dug into the coat on her belly with her fingers. Under the street lights, she
When she saw the man standing in front of her clearly, the tears she was holding back finally fell.
