340: There is no good banquet, and the words are set
Wen Ying swore that she had never had the problem of dreaming in broad daylight before!
Ever since I met Xie Qian "in advance" at Teacher Lin's house, many things have deviated from the established track. It is not surprising that I have the problem of dreaming in broad daylight - hiss, it hurts.
She pinched her leg secretly under the desk. The pain was too real. Wen Ying stood up from her seat and knocked down the chair in a panic. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
Oh my god, why are you embarrassed in front of Xie Qian!
Xie Qian strode over and straightened the crooked desk, feeling helpless and wanting to laugh.
I haven't seen him for almost a month, and the smell of the hamster hasn't changed at all.
He still has a round face and runs wild, just like a little firecracker.
"Xie Qian, why did you come back to Chengdu... I'm not saying you can't come back, but the high schools in Beijing are also signing up in the past two days, right?"
It was indeed Xie Qian who was right.
If you pinch the flesh of your thigh, it will hurt. As soon as Xie Qian came closer, that crisp and clean snow-capped mountain temperament, if it was a dream, how could it be so real?
Even if Xie Qian returned to Chengdu, why did he happen to appear in the classroom of Class 16 on the day of the provincial key registration? Wen Ying had a guess, but she was not sure.
"What does the high school registration in Beijing have to do with me? I don't stay in Beijing to study."
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after saying this, the hamster’s eyes instantly became larger.
Xie Qian also felt a faint joy of unknown origin in his heart. He felt that he was wrapped in solid ice and drifted aimlessly in the ocean alone for a long time. He never expected to encounter a warm ocean current, and the solid ice wrapped around his body slowly
Slowly melting... Are you panicking? A little panicked, this feeling is unfamiliar, but more of a sense of anticipation, Xie Qian did not resist this joy of unknown origin.
"Why are you looking at me like this? I have transferred schools and want to study in high school in Chengdu."
It's been a long time since I made this decision.
From making the decision to putting it into action and completing the procedures today, Xie Qian had many opportunities to tell Wen Ying, but he endured them all.
Xie Qian's temperament is like this. If he is not sure about something, he will not tell it in advance.
Giving others expectations and disappointing them is the behavior Xie Qian hates most.
Of course, Xie Qian did not deny that he did not tell Wen Ying when he arrived in Chengdu because he really wanted to give Wen Ying a surprise. There were two days left to register for provincial key freshmen. Xie Qian didn't know whether Wen Ying would come today or tomorrow, but he
Wen Ying and Wen Ying are both assigned to Class 16, so they will definitely meet each other in the next two days——
From Xie Qian's perspective, Wen Ying was more surprised than surprised. When she asked him why he returned to Chengdu, she seemed to have some unrealistic expectations.
When he said that he had transferred to a key provincial school, Wen Ying's eyes actually had a layer of moisture in them.
Wen Ying was overly surprised and seemed to be about to cry.
Did you do something wrong?
"I just had this idea at the beginning, and because it wasn't confirmed yet, I didn't say anything."
"I arrived in Chengdu two days ago to handle some personal matters."
Xie Qian explained a few words. The moisture in Wen Ying's eyes was accumulating more and more, and it was about to turn into tears. Xie Qian put the backpack on his back on the desk: "I brought you a gift."
If a girl receives a gift, she will probably be very happy, right? Xie Qian never thought that one day he would use this trick to divert girls' attention.
Xie Qian reached out to get something from his schoolbag, and Wen Ying burst into tears and smiled: "I'm not angry, I'm just surprised. You really brought me a gift. Let me see what it is. By the way, didn't I tell you?
I need to treat you to dinner with royalties, so I still owe you a meal——"
Wen Ying gradually stopped talking because Xie Qian took the gift out of his school bag.
It is not the usual black and silver body, but a milky white metal casing. It is a Samsung laptop that looks a bit bulky in 2019, but in 2004 it was definitely the thinnest and slimmest among similar products.
The entrance gift that Xie Qian prepared for her was actually a laptop?
Wen Ying felt strange.
Giving electronic products as entrance gifts seems to be something the elders love to do.
But Xie Qian gave her a laptop, which is better than giving her a bunch of Huanggang secret papers. To be honest, when Xie Qian took the "gift" from his schoolbag just now, Wen Ying was really afraid that he would take out a stack of papers!
If the price of the latest Samsung X30 notebook is not considered, this entrance gift is too much for Wen Ying. In the many years before her rebirth, Wen Ying had long been accustomed to using notebooks for work. She didn’t have a computer at hand.
Make her feel trapped.
Although she no longer has to draft an agreement, she still has to write by hand using traditional manuscript paper. A manuscript takes too much time, but typing on a computer is different. Wen Ying's typing speed is very fast... Hey, is this Xie?
Why did Qian give her a laptop?
Before Xie Qian left Chengdu, he and Wen Ying went to see Li Mengjiao's talent show. Wen Ying did tell Xie Qian about her dream of being a writer.
That night, Wen Ying received a manuscript submission notice from the editor of Egger magazine.
She immediately wanted to share her joy with Xie Qian, but there was no response to Xie Qian's call. Next, Xie Qian left Chengdu and lost contact. In the blink of an eye, it was almost a month.
Wen Ying still remembered the agreement to use the royalties to treat Xie Qian to dinner.
Xie Qian, who left Chengdu in a hurry, also remembered Wen Ying's dream of being a writer.
Wen Ying didn't know what other girls would do, whether they would dare to accept this gift that was too valuable for a student. At this moment, Wen Ying really wanted to accept it.
...Then just accept it.
Could it be that if he accepted the notebook, he would become a money-worshiping and frivolous girl in Xie Qian's eyes?
No, Xie Qian would never think like this.
Xie Qian is a consistent person on the outside. He gave this gift because he thought she would like it and thought she needed a laptop - Wen Ying really needed it. This laptop was delivered to Wen Ying's heart.
Wen Ying took the laptop from Xie Qian, looked at it again and again, and couldn't put it down:
"I won't be polite to you, thank you, I like it very much!"
Wen Ying did not feel guilty for accepting this expensive laptop. She was confident in her abilities and could buy Xie Qian a return gift of equal value.
Of course, there is no need to rush into reciprocating the gift. If the exchange is too clear, it will become a strict exchange. Wen Ying is still thinking about using the royalties to treat Xie Qian to dinner.
"What do you want to eat? The novel I published in the magazine this time received a royalties of 640 yuan. This is my budget for the treat."
640 yuan. If she didn't drink, Wen Ying could have taken Xie Qian to a big restaurant for a meal in 2004. This was half a month's salary for ordinary people.
Although Wen Ying made a lot of money selling crayfish, the 640 yuan royalties were very meaningful to her. The importance in Wen Ying's heart was much higher than the 20,000 yuan she gave to her mother, Chen Ru.
Using the money to treat Xie Qian to dinner, Wen Ying felt proud from the bottom of her heart.
Xie Qian was very happy when he saw Wen Ying put away the computer. Sensing Wen Ying's sincerity, his tone became brisk: "I really have to think carefully about where and what to eat this meal."
Neither of them mentioned calling Qin Jiao, and Wang Shuang and others acquiesced that only two of them would eat this meal.
As for why there was such a tacit understanding, neither Wen Ying nor Xie Qian thought much about it at this time.