Ye Feifei took the thermos box and said politely: "Thank you, Mr. Leng."
Leng Qianjun shook his head, "You're welcome."
Then, the air became quiet, Ye Feifei couldn't find the words, and Leng Qianjun was also a little unsure.
After the two of them stood there for three minutes, Leng Qianjun finally spoke first, "Feifei, I'm sorry, did my Weibo cause any trouble for you?"
Ye Feifei thought of Leng Qianjun's neighbor and quickly shook her head and said: "No, no, thank you very much for standing up and supporting me."
Leng Qianjun breathed a sigh of relief. With a smile in his eyes, he said softly: "Feifei, do you still have any impression about the neighbor?"
Neighbor? Ye Feifei looked at Leng Qianjun, smiled slightly, and asked: "Are you... the little fat man back then?"
Leng Qianjun nodded, his face as cold and ethereal as a banished immortal showed a shyness that did not belong to him.
He was finally recognized by her. After waiting for so long, he finally let her know that he was the little fat man back then.
For Leng Qianjun, this was such an exciting thing.
When he was a child, he was a fat man. Although he lived in a big villa, he had few friends. The neighbors laughed at them as nouveau riche and did not want to make friends with them. Even when he was in school, he and his sister were often bullied.
He thought he would always be a good-for-nothing fat man, without a single friend, without any hope, forever ridiculed, and forever alone.
Until this girl appeared, his life changed.
When he was nine years old, he was bullied. The girl stood in the sun, wearing a beautiful Hanfu, holding a sword, and pointed it at several boys who were laughing at him.
"I have protected this man. If you dare to bully him again, my sister's sword will teach you how to behave!"
That was the first time he felt warmth and the first time he saw a fairy. He lay on the ground and smiled silly at the girl.
The girl patted his chest and asked with concern: "How are you? Are you injured?"
He shook his head and cried in frustration.
The girl stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "Get up if you are not hurt. We are neighbors and just happened to go home together."
His eyes were shining with happiness, someone remembered him and someone knew of his existence.
"Get up quickly. If you lie down again, you will turn into a meat pie." The girl's words were not malicious at all, just a joke.
He stood up and walked the familiar path with the girl.
The girl treated her to ice cream and looked at the drawing he was holding.
The girl smiled and said: "You are really good at drawing. You will be a very powerful designer in the future. You will have your own brand, right?"
He said with a bit of shyness, "I... am too fat to do anything."
The girl stood up on tiptoes, patted his head, and said with a smile: "What's wrong with being fat? They don't say that every fat person is a potential stock. You will definitely be a handsome guy and a great designer in the future. We bet. If you really are
For your own brand, you must ask me to shoot advertisements for you and pay me a lot. I am too poor and need a lot of money."
"Okay! I'll work hard for you!"
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Listening to Leng Qianjun's narration, Ye Feifei suddenly understood why Leng Qianjun insisted on letting her be the spokesperson.
"So, you found me because of the promise you made back then?"
Leng Qianjun nodded and said softly: "Yes, without your encouragement, I would not be able to achieve what I am today."
Hearing what Leng Qianjun said, Ye Feifei finally felt relieved. She thought Leng Qianjun had other feelings for her, but it turned out to be just a childhood promise. It was great to be able to get along with him simply.