Zhuo Jian was about to report to him the layout of the banquet hall, but Fu Yanye suddenly interrupted.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was startled for a moment, then hesitantly agreed.
"Shall I take you to see me next time?"
Fu Yanye said again.
Zhuo Jian suddenly fell silent, fearing that he would say something he shouldn't have said again.
"You are still afraid of me even though we are so far apart?"
Fu Yanye couldn't stand the long silence on her side and asked her.
"No, I was thinking about the flowers for the banquet hall."
Zhuo Jian wanted to change the topic.
"Then think carefully. I may not be able to go back until the day of my grandpa's birthday. If you need me to make up your mind on anything, just call me."
Fu Yanye spoke eloquently.
"Okay! Let's do this first!"
"Zhuo Jian!"
When Zhuo Jian wanted to hang up the phone, he called her again.
Zhuo Jian had to put the phone back to her ear, only to listen to the deep and intoxicating voice on the other side: "A little bit, I miss you!"
Zhuo Jian was unable to reply to him, but quickly hung up the phone.
I don’t know why it feels like it’s raining, or it’s raining heavily.
I don't even know why, but my eye sockets feel inexplicably hot, and my eyes suddenly become blurry.
He misses her a little?
What he should be thinking about is Lin Ruxiang.
——
After the phone call that night, Fu Yanye didn't contact Zhuo Jian again until Christmas Eve.
WeChat, a simple blessing.
Zhuo Jian looked at it and saw that it was a voice message. He hesitated whether to open it or convert it into text. After deciding, he accidentally shook his hand and started playing it.
His magnetic voice was low and deep, as if he was whispering to her: "Be well on Christmas Eve!"
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, his thumb was one centimeter away from the screen, and he didn't move for a long time.
She even considered sending him a blessing in order to show that she was not nervous.
But in the end, she silently put her phone on the table.
Soon her quiet little home became lively. Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping came to her door with red wine and roast duck.
At this time, the three of them happily went into the house to celebrate the festival. They never expected that Fu Yanye would arrive later.
Otherwise, she wouldn't let herself drink until her face turns red and her eyes dazzle.
Ouyang Ping had finished the two bottles of good wine she had brought, and there was still some unfinished wine. She said to Zhuo Jian, "What should I do if I still want to drink?"
"Also! Fu Yanye brought it, wait!"
Zhuo Jian raised his hand gently, then supported the table with one hand to stand up and went to get the wine.
Li Yuqing saw that she was unsteady when walking, and felt that it was rare for her to let go, so he didn't stop her and got up to help.
Zhuo Jian opened the cupboard to get the wine, but when he stepped on it, the wine didn't hit him.
A long hand passed in front of her eyes. She looked at it dumbfounded and muttered subconsciously: "Fu Yanye, don't help!"
The people behind him froze for a moment.
Even Ouyang Ping couldn't help but turn around and take a look. She really thought that Fu Yanye would appear out of nowhere, and after seeing clearly, she unconsciously felt sorry for someone.
Li Yuqing took out the wine from the cabinet above. Zhuo Jian followed where his hand left and turned to look. It wasn't until she saw his handsome face that she suddenly realized: "Senior brother!"
"You drank too much!"
Li Yuqing looked at her slightly drunk face and eyes that were already a little unclear, and couldn't bear the reminder.
"Hehe! I can still drink!"
Zhuo Jian said.
Li Yuqing chuckled, then held her hand: "Okay, I'll help you go over and sit down."
"No need to hold me up! I'm stable now!"
Zhuo Jian said this, but as she walked forward, a gust of wind seemed to blow over her feet, and she was about to fall to the ground.
Li Yuqing immediately reached out and grabbed her arm. Zhuo Jian seemed to be twisted in his hand, half of her body pressed against his strong arm.
She looked down at the hand she was pressing, and suddenly burst into tears at that moment: "It's amazing! Your arms!"
Li Yuqing looked at her in confusion, and then glanced at Ouyang Ping, who was still awake: "It's better not to drink!"