Early the next morning, Xu Siqi brushed his teeth, washed his face, and then opened the door to Zheng Zheng's room and took a look. Sure enough, he had stayed away all night.
The sky is clear outside and there is not even a breath of wind. It is a rare good weather.
Today is Sunday, and Xu Siqi does not have to go to work. He and Zhou Weilong have made an appointment to meet at the Dasanyuan Teahouse on Beitang Road at ten o'clock in the morning.
Putting on a navy blue Chinese tunic suit, Xu Siqi came out of his home and took the tram to Petain Road.
The environment of Petain Road is clean and hygienic. The smooth and spacious asphalt roads extend everywhere. The roads are lined with trees and there is a lively scene everywhere.
In the past ten years, as more and more Cantonese people have come to Shanghai to start businesses, Cantonese-style teahouses have emerged based on this shareholder style.
The earliest Xiao Hu Tian, Guang Dong Lou, An Le Yuan, and Xin Ya were all very prosperous. Not only Cantonese, but local Shanghainese also liked to patronize Cantonese teahouses.
Cantonese-style teahouses are very pioneering. They not only sell traditional tea drinks, but also include coffee, freshly squeezed juices, cocoa, soda, etc.
Opposite the teahouse stands a six-story building with a blue and white plaque in Chinese and English hanging on the lintel: Citibank.
A black car was parked far away on the street. It was Gu Mangguan's car, following the tram all the way from Foch Road.
"Miss, has he discovered us?" The driver's head was wrapped in gauze. He had just been discharged from the hospital a few days ago.
Gu Qingcheng, who was in the back seat of the car, frowned: "No way? He doesn't have eyes on the back of his head, so how could he see us?"
The driver thought for a while: "It's hard to say, the car is too conspicuous. I think..."
"I saw it when I saw it. I was still afraid of him!" Gu Qingcheng opened the door and got out of the car.
The driver quickly rolled down the window: "Miss, where should I wait for you?"
"No need to wait, you can go home and rest."
"If my wife asks..."
"Just say, I went shopping with my classmates."
"But……"
Gu Qingcheng became irritated: "Hey, I said there's no need to wait, why are you so long-winded! You don't really have a concussion, do you?"
The driver immediately shut up. If he was diagnosed with a concussion, his enviable job would be over. No one would hire a person with a sick brain to drive.
Watching the car drive away, Gu Qingcheng looked around, looking for traces of Xu Siqi.
She was soon dumbfounded. In just a few seconds, Xu Siqi disappeared on the busy street.
Pétanque said it was neither big nor small. If Xu Siqi stayed in a certain place and did not come out, from a probability perspective, it would be difficult for the two to "encounter" again.
Gu Qingcheng stamped her feet in annoyance and secretly complained to the driver. If he hadn't kept chattering, how could he have lost the driver?
"Miss Gu? What are you doing here?" Xiaojun appeared out of nowhere.
Gu Qingcheng looked at him for a while and said in surprise: "I recognize you, your name is Xiaojun, right?"
Xiaojun smiled and nodded.
"Are you alone?" Gu Qingcheng looked around, thinking that Xiaojun should be with Xu Siqi.
"My sister and I came here."
"You still have a sister, where is she?"
"She, she went shopping."
In a nearby bookstore, Tao Qinghong stood in front of the glass window, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly, and occasionally glanced at Xiaojun who was talking to Gu Qingcheng.
Gu Qingcheng was a little disappointed. Since Xu Siqi was not with Xiaojun, there was no point in continuing to chat, so he said, "Xiaojun, I have something else to do. Goodbye."
Xiaojun hesitated for a moment, then stopped Gu Qingcheng and said, "Miss Gu, please wait a moment!"
Gu Qingcheng turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Um, where are you going soon?"
"I...just took a stroll nearby."
"How long do you want to go shopping?"
Gu Qingcheng chuckled and said, "How do I know? You may go shopping after a while, or you may go shopping for a long time, depending on your mood."
"Miss Gu, you'd better leave quickly."
"Why?"
Xiaojun's face turned red, and he didn't know how to explain this.
In an hour, there will be bloodshed here. Bullets don't have eyes. Everyone who passes by here may be accidentally injured.
In Xiaojun's opinion, the relationship between Gu Qingcheng and Brother Xu is extraordinary. No matter what the reason is, he should remind her.
A boy walked over quickly and whispered: "Xiaojun, what are you doing here? Go back quickly!"
Xiaojun lowered his head and muttered: "Well, Miss Gu, I'm going back..."
Gu Qingcheng glanced at the boy and said doubtfully: "Xiaojun, who is he and why is he so fierce? Where is your sister?"
Just as Xiaojun was about to answer, the boy pulled him hard, and the two of them walked away without looking back.
Gu Qingcheng stood there for a while, not understanding what was going on with these two people. He turned around and walked slowly along the road, continuing to look for traces of Xu Siqi.
After wandering around for a while, I still couldn't find anyone, so I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
Seeing the Citibank across the street, Gu Qingcheng's eyes lit up and she thought to herself, Xu Siqi must have something to do when he came all the way to Petain Road. Could he be going to the bank to make a deposit?
Thinking of this, Gu Qingcheng immediately cheered up and walked across the street towards Citibank.
As soon as she walked to the door of the bank, someone behind her said: "Miss Gu, what a coincidence?"
Gu Qingcheng looked back and saw Xu Siqi looking at him with a smile.
"Yes, what a coincidence..." Gu Qingcheng was overjoyed. It seemed that he had guessed it right.
Xu Siqi glanced at his watch. It was now nine forty, which was still twenty minutes away from the time when he and Zhou Weilong would meet.
"Miss Gu, are you alone?"
"Well, alone."
Xu Siqi glanced at the Da Sanyuan Tea House opposite: "How about we..."
"Okay, I just didn't have breakfast either." Gu Qingcheng nodded repeatedly.
The two of them laughed, and both felt that silence was better than sound at this moment. There was no need to say too much, the tacit understanding between them seemed to be innate.
Xu Siqi had discovered Gu Gongguan's car a long time ago, but he had more important things to do today and he didn't want to cause trouble.
When he saw Gu Qingcheng going to Citibank, Xu Siqi couldn't sit still. He knew very well that this girl was here for him. From a man's perspective, he had the responsibility to protect her from harm.
It's hard to talk about feelings. From the first time I met Gu Linglong, I just felt that we had a good impression of each other. After all, we are both energetic young people. It is normal to be attracted to someone of the opposite sex when we meet an outstanding person.
As the number of contacts increased, no matter whether he was willing to admit it or not, no one could deceive him, and Xu Siqi also fell in love with this lively and cheerful girl.
What he doesn't know is that this "Gu Linglong" is not that "Gu Linglong".