Where is the old place, a western restaurant? Or the H Hotel?
Jian Anran held her phone in both hands, staring blankly at the flashing green bar in the input field, letting her thoughts wander around Luojiang City, and was finally forced to return to class.
When chatting with strangers, she always takes a long time to formulate her words. She often even sends what she wants to say to herself in the file transfer assistant first, and then forwards them one by one.
Although they have had close contact with each other, they are not really acquaintances.
[Wait for you at the classroom door after class?] The other party asked.
The moment the message popped up, her heart almost stopped. What? What was he doing?
How many people are there in the classroom aisle during recess is not equivalent to directly sending your ID card to the entertainment tabloid and saying: It’s me, it’s me, the protagonist of the story is me!
[Stay far away from the school, you decide the location, what time?] Jian Anran’s thumbs quickly crossed the screen.
【12:30? How about Hotel H?】
【[ok]】She replied with an emoticon.
[Okay, I'll wait for you at the door after school]
【No need, I will go by myself】
When get out of class was about to end, Jian Anran lay next to Ning Beibei's ear and whispered: "I have to go home temporarily for something. You can go and eat by yourself."
Her home is in Luojiang City, and she goes back from time to time. Ning Beibei has long been used to it, so she nodded and started packing her schoolbag.
On the way out of the teaching building, the more Jian Anran thought about it, the more she felt something was not right. After hesitating for a long time, she turned back to the dormitory and changed her clothes.
This morning before class, I met Wen Siheng at work in the elevator, wearing his usual white shirt and black trousers, and carrying a briefcase.
We met several times, and it seemed that no matter what the occasion, he always dressed in this serious way.
Thinking about my white T-shirt and jeans, it is somewhat inappropriate to go to a place like Hotel H during dinner time.
As soon as she left school, Jian Anran immediately reached out and hailed a taxi. She didn't finish class until almost twelve o'clock. Considering the distance between the school and the city center, it should be more than enough to make the appointment at 12:30.
But she had just returned to the dormitory to change clothes and wasted a little time. She couldn't even hold back and ran all the way from the dormitory to the school gate.
It's not that I desperately want to see the familiar stranger across the screen, but if I'm late to talk about such a matter of life and death and the future, I feel like I'm losing momentum.
The taxi drove straight to the hotel lobby door like that day, and the waiter immediately came to open the door for her. Jian Anran secretly sighed that it was indeed a five-star hotel.
She tried hard to maintain her integrity and wrapped herself in a persona that was well-informed and not surprising.
There was no one in the hotel lobby at noon on a weekday. Wen Siheng, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner waiting, immediately saw the figure at the door.
He put down the coffee in his hand, stood up and walked to her naturally, like an old friend he had known for a long time.
"Hello, Teacher Wen." She smiled, specifically reminding the other party of the huge identity gap between them, and immediately distanced the two of them.
"Classmate Jian didn't seem to be wearing the same clothes this morning."
Wen Siheng didn't seem to pay attention to the little thoughts hidden in her words. He glanced at her skirt, which was a white eight-point chiffon skirt and a black suit jacket.
She was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
There was no eye contact between him and her in the elevator in the morning, and she thought that Wen Siheng would not notice such a small detail. Jian Anran's mind went blank for a moment and she could not answer anything.
"It's beautiful." The other person added nonchalantly.
Jian Anran deliberately slowed down and followed Wen Siheng, getting on the elevator one after another.
Although there should be no students from Luoyang University entering or leaving H Hotel at this time, there is a bloody precedent, and it still occupies a place on the hot search list today.
The student and the professor were spotted entering and exiting the hotel together in broad daylight, which confirmed the unclear relationship between them.
After suffering the loss of the mirrored elevator door last time, this time Jian Anran no longer dared to peek at the other person through the mirrored door. She lowered her head and stared at the toes of her shoes.
"Good afternoon. Can you two have lunch?" The staff member came up and asked as soon as the elevator door opened.
"I made an appointment yesterday, my surname is Wen."
"Mr. Wen, right? You two, please come with me here."
The restaurant of the five-star hotel seems not to be affected by the working day. The seats in the lobby are already filled with well-dressed people, and the sound of clinking knives and forks can be heard from time to time amid low-frequency conversations like white noise.
It is located next to the window with an excellent view. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of Luojiang City's famous river, with cars passing by on the criss-crossing viaducts.
Jian Anran immediately realized that she was a little lamb that had strayed into the tiger's den. Although she had almost never been to such a place, this position could not be reserved in just an hour or two.
Countless conjectures flashed through my mind, but they always came back to the same thought - the other party had already seen the message but didn't want to reply.
Recalling the sleepless night she held her cell phone, Jian Anran felt a little bitter. Sure enough, under the absolute authority, even the hottest scandals could be laughed off.
"Just order whatever you like to eat." The other party maintained meticulous politeness at all times.
The menu has dish names in Chinese, English and French, but there are no prices or any pictures.
"I'd like a creamy pasta, thank you." Jane Anran tried hard to pick out the most basic and possibly the most affordable staple food from a row of unfamiliar names.
"Aren't you going to order something else?" Wen Siheng asked, "Where's the drink?"
Jian Anran shook his head and waved the water the waiter had just poured at the person in front of him.
"I originally made an appointment with my friends here in advance. I only saw your message this morning. I'm sorry." the other party explained.
She once felt that the other party was like a powerful wizard who could see through her thoughts at a glance without even using a crystal ball.
After a slight "hmm", the person opposite couldn't help but ask.
"Are you a terrible drinker?"
"Huh?" She was confused by this sudden question.
"You look like a different person before you drink."
When the lanterns first came on, the flood of the erotic scene of making love on the temples rushed through the dusty gate of memories, and Jian Anran's face turned red all the way to the roots of her ears.
She has a very slow-tempered personality and keeps away from strangers.
The alcohol that night revealed the true appearance of the beautiful woman wrapped in layers, and even Jian Anran herself was shocked.
She even felt that the person that day was not her.
Rather, it looks like a flirtatious little wild cat.
"Didn't we come here to talk about business?" Before the flood washed away the reason downstream, she tried hard to bring the topic of derailment back to the railway.
"Well, you haven't answered me yet, what do you think?" Wen Siheng threw the time bomb back into his hand again.
Jian Anran grabbed the water glass at hand and pretended to be calm and drank some water to moisten her throat.
"If the worst happens, just drop out of school. It won't matter if you come back for another year." Her upper and lower lips opened, and her voice became weaker and weaker.
"Do you think another year will solve this problem?"
Hitting the point directly, Jian Anran felt like a stick in her throat. The other party was as rational as a third party watching the matter, and his calm tone did not have any emotional ups and downs.
She tried hard to control her line of sight within the range between his eyebrows to maintain the illusion that she was eye-to-eye with him. Her brain had stopped working, and her heart was in a mess. She searched hard but couldn't find an unknotted thread.
line.
"Eh? Why is Teacher Wen here too?" A sweet voice came from behind. In Jian Anran's auditory system, it was like a death knell ringing in a church, implying that her death was imminent.
Finally someone witnessed it, and it was all over the news.
