Tinglan was in a trance for a moment, as if some long-distant memories popped up in his mind, but they disappeared quickly, making it difficult to catch them.
We haven’t seen each other for a long time, but Lu Kuo’s enthusiasm remains the same.
Zhuo Yuan next to him felt a little alienated, walking behind Lu Kuo.
He came back in time for Christmas to attend this exhibition that had little to do with his company's business, and even called Lu Kuo to calm down the atmosphere. It turned out that he was still thinking whether it was worth it.
However, just looking at her from such a distance, all the restlessness that popped up in my heart from time to time when I was abroad, instantly disappeared and became calm, and everything was worth it.
Tinglan handed him the pen: "President Zhuo? Sign here."
She received him politely and strangely.
However, her two brief words made Zhuo Yuan's heart feel full and full.
It had been a long time since they had normal communication except for the first year of high school. After that, for nearly 6 years, she almost never looked at him again, let alone said a word to him.
6 years, it has actually been 6 years.
He took the pen and carefully wrote his name in the sign-in book, but instead of writing it in Chinese characters, he wrote the pinyin of zhuoyuan.
It's a bit ridiculous that he tried to use these pinyin to arouse even a little bit of familiarity in her.
After signing, she reached out to take the pen in his hand. Her hands were white and slender. When Zhuo Yuan handed the pen to her, it was unintentional and intentional. He held the pen and did not let go immediately, pulling with her.
Ting Lan was confused so she raised her eyes to look at him.
Because she was wearing high heels, her height almost reached the tip of his nose.
As soon as she raised her eyes, Zhuo Yuan's whole body seemed to fall into her clear eyes, and he subconsciously held back his breath. It was very, very close, so close that he could see the fine hair on her face.
Not only did he stop breathing, he was also deaf.
Until Tinglan politely took the pen away from his hand and said, "Please come inside."
It took less than a minute for all his consciousness to return.
In the past few years, he has been abroad, and his studies and starting a business have squeezed all his time and energy. It is unrealistic to say how much he misses her or how much he loves her.
When will he think of her? On certain festivals, when the streets are filled with festive atmosphere, his heart will suddenly sink, thinking that it would be nice if she was by his side.
Occasionally, when he talked with Wang Yan and Wen Jian about his future life, he didn't deliberately want to take her place, but naturally, she was included in those plans.
At this time, he stood at the sign-in area and did not move. Tinglan had already turned around to do other things.
"Need help?" He suddenly asked.
Tinglan looked back at him and waved her hands hurriedly: "No, the exhibition has already started. You can go in directly."
Unknowingly, I used the word "you", which created a sense of superiority and inferiority, and also widened the sense of distance.
Zhuo Yu'an felt awkward hearing this word.
Lu Kuo, who had been taking the initiative to act invisible next to him, burst out laughing when he saw this: "Tinglan, what are you doing with your birth date? We are all old classmates."
Affected by Lu Kuo's mood, Ting Lan also smiled and said, "Because I'm at work."
Seeing her smile, Zhuo Yu'an finally relaxed a little, and glanced at Lu Kuo.
Lu Kuo immediately realized:
"Tinglan, if you are finished working now, I will treat you to dinner."