Many years later, Ye Zhenzhen often fantasizes about whether the relationship between her and Wen Baijing would have been different if she had not made that phone call.
The story happened on the afternoon of September 13, 2012, in the Jiangnan water town, which is famous for its small bridges and flowing water.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly closed by the draft.
Ye Zhenzhen stood outside the door in her pajamas with her hands hanging down. Her sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and she subconsciously covered her chest with her hands.
A second ago, she bent down to put the garbage outside the door, but the garbage bag was not upright and fell over. She walked to the door to sort out the garbage bags, but was locked out by the wind without paying attention.
Living alone in an old house facing the street without property, she only wore a white palace-style nightgown, with a deep V neckline that was pure yet sexy.
There is nothing else about him.
No cell phone, no keys, no money, not even any underwear.
There were no relatives or friends around, so she froze outside the door, panicked for a moment.
It's almost two o'clock now. She is a shopping guide for a women's clothing store on the second floor of a shopping mall. Two-thirty is the handover time for the morning and evening shifts in the mall where she works.
Let her truly experience the despair of being unable to respond every day.
Ye Zhenzhen stood stunned for a moment, standing still could not solve the problem. She carefully held up the hem of her skirt and walked down from the third floor to the first floor in a panic.
Several customers were standing in front of a stall selling stinky tofu on the roadside. The stench and oily smoke were blowing in the wind.
Several migrant workers coming off work at the construction site walked towards her. They were carrying red safety helmets and passed by Ye Zhenzhen. Their eyes fell on her intentionally or unintentionally.
No one will feel rude and beautiful.
In line with the mentality of not taking advantage of the bastard, most men do not think that staring at a beautiful woman in pajamas like a wolf is rude.
Since you dare to walk on the road like this, you should accept the malicious looks from others. I look at you more just because I think highly of you.
This is the psychology of those men.
Perhaps the sun in the autumn afternoon was too harsh, and Ye Zhenzhen’s face was extremely hot. Unexpectedly, the wind also pulled the corners of her skirt playfully, so she had to cover her breasts with one hand and cover her skirt with the other.
He lowered his head all the way and ran into the back door of the small supermarket in fear. People looked at her inquiringly with strange eyes. She wanted to escape but had nowhere to go. I could only brave the crowd's gaze, walk timidly to the public phone, and dial Lin Xiaoxi's number.
Lin Xiaoxi was still her best friend at that time, but the two of them were already on the road of drifting apart and losing their books.
"Zhen Zhen, I can't leave! Think of another way..."
After hanging up the phone with my best friend, I accidentally saw a few pictures scattered on the transparent glass counter of the supermarket. A small card with yellow characters on a blue background - Jingcheng Locksmith Company.
"Is there a locksmith company? Can you come?Does xx Street open the door? "
"Okay, but you have to wait two hours..."
"What? Two hours! "
Her slender voice suddenly rose, which attracted everyone's attention. Burned by the gazes of the onlookers, she was so ashamed that she just wanted to die. She lowered her head lower and caught a glimpse of Pedestrians passing by outside the supermarket were looking at her through the glass.
Amid those malicious looks, she hesitated to dial the number.
Every crisis arose. At every moment, she always subconsciously thinks of Wen Baijing.
They are neither lovers nor friends. The time they have been apart has long exceeded the time they have spent together, but she is very sure in her heart that Wen Baijing is a reliable person. Someone who will definitely help her.
She put down the phone, clutched her chest and shrank to the dusty shelves in the corner of the supermarket. She buried her head in her knees, her face covered with loose hair, revealing her fair skin. The slender neck and the thin butterfly bones are fluttering slightly.
The awkward moments of social death are always irritating and frustrating. The fried batter was scorched, and the burnt smell floated in the wind, attracting everyone's attention.
Ye Zhenzhen felt hot all over. She thought of the raisin drying room, and she would be dried out in the next second. The heat wave.
The crisp scent of pines and cypresses, like the wind blowing from the cliff, gradually approached her.
A pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of her, with unstained uppers. Yi Chen looked up from the shoes, and saw that the well-tailored trousers were hanging smoothly and without wrinkles.
She raised her head and saw the familiar face, and the grievance she was holding suddenly filled her eyes. < /p>
Wen Baijing wrapped his gray suit jacket around her body, leaned down and picked her up, and walked past the surprised expressions of everyone to the big black Mercedes-Benz G on the roadside.
Ye Zhenzhen sat in the passenger seat and kept picking at the ground with her toes. She had not seen him for several months. She clearly missed him, but she didn't dare to look up at him at this moment.
Wen Baijing stared straight at him. She said with a hint of joking, "Ye Zhenzhen, when you called me dressed like this, do you really think that I am a gentleman? "
The blush on Ye Zhenzhen's face extended to the back of her neck. She lowered her head and looked at her nose and mouth.
Wen Baijing's eyes dimmed and he turned around to look. Xiang Qianfang, his tone was a little cold, "Didn't you disappear? Why are you calling me? "
Ye Zhenzhen was sitting quietly wrapped in her coat, with her black hair half covering her face, like a primary school student who had done something wrong, lowering her head and saying nothing.
You can't To be honest, I had no choice but to think of him. Not only was he being thrown out for missing work, but he was also included in the local after-dinner gossip. To be on the safe side, just shut up!
Silently, Wen Baijing sighed softly and stopped talking.
A song was played repeatedly in the car - "Three Inches of Sunlight"
"...I don’t want to talk about the third wish yet. Think about it for yourself and ask the smiling moonlight..."
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Ye Zhenzhen turned to look out the car window. The overwhelming and confusing thoughts were stubbornly stuck in her throat, almost making her breathless.
The vehicle drove through the messy streets toward the bustling downtown and parked in an underground garage in a high-end residential area in the city center.
Standing in the simple and low-key living room on the large flat floor of Guanlan Residence, you can have an unobstructed view of Yuncheng scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River are all crawling under your feet.
She still stood timidly, refusing to move a step.
Wen Baijing carried her to the sofa and squatted in front of her, "Ye Zhenzhen, where have you been in the past few months? Do you know that I am looking for you?"
"I checked all your ticket purchase information, including air tickets, trains, and buses. Unfortunately, there is no record of your ticket purchase. I even searched all the places where you might go to work..."
Ye Zhenzhen raised her head and looked at Bai Jing's confused eyes. She didn't know what to do, and her palms were sweaty.
"You can tell me if you are wronged, you and I, you don't have to shoulder many things by yourself..."
"Do you know... why you disappeared suddenly, Ye Zhenzhen, do you know how much I miss your smile?"
Facing Wen Baijing's affectionate look, Ye Zhenzhen looked shocked and panicked, and she clasped her hands. Again, many questions arose in my mind.
Wen Baijing squatted in front of her and expressed his longing for her. Ye Zhenzhen's heartbeat shattered her eardrums. She avoided Wen Baijing's burning eyes. The clock on the wall pointed to two o'clock.
Obviously, now is not a good time to cut the candles from the west window and chat about the rainy night in Bashan.
Ye Zhenzhen immediately became flustered and had to go to hand over the shift before 2:30 in the afternoon.
She was embarrassed and tentatively said: "Um, can we...can we talk about this later? I will be too late to go to work."
Wen Baijing's eyes widened when he heard her words. A chill flashed through her mind, "Ye Zhenzhen, am I not as important to you as a job?"
Ye Zhenzhen felt disappointed for a moment, even though Wen Baijing was squatting in front of her at this moment, seemingly humble. To her, all she said was why not eat minced meat.
People like him never understand the hardships of ants, and they are not from the same world as her.
"I didn't ask for leave in advance. There are not enough people in the store. What should I do with my colleagues who are working the same shift?"
Wen Baijing stood up suddenly, his gentle eyes turned gloomy in a second, and it was not difficult to hear the meaning in his words. Liangbo said, "Then go ahead! Wear your pajamas and go to work!"
A completely different face, cold, ruthless and extremely strange.
Only then did Ye Zhenzhen remember that she was not wearing anything in her pajamas, and now she could not move even an inch.
"What should I do..."Ye Zhenzhen felt a little aggrieved. She wanted to cry but had to hold it in. She waved Wen Baijing's sleeves weakly.
Wen Baijing couldn't bear to see her pitiful appearance and softened her heart.
p>Unable to defeat her, Wen Baijing silently handed her his phone number and asked her to leave her phone number and WeChat message.
The phone screen showed: 14:00 on September 13, 2012. /p>
In the underground parking lot of Wuyue Plaza, Wen Baijing hurriedly opened the car door and brought back a few paper bags after a while.
"Well... I don't know the size of your underwear. I can just check it visually. Yes, I don’t know if it’s suitable..."
He said hesitantly, and Ye Zhenzhen blushed immediately when she heard this. They were not boyfriend and girlfriend, and they had never been intimate, Wen Baijing She really didn't know how to answer this.
How to do a visual inspection?
It's better to wear underwear without washing it than to skip work. The fine is even more unbearable.
"Then you..." Ye Zhenzhen took the paper bag, but before she finished speaking, Wen Baijing closed the car door with a look and stood outside the car. Turning around and looking away.
Ye Zhenzhen huddled behind the car seat and hurriedly changed her clothes for a while. As soon as she opened the car door, Wen Baijing asked with concern:
"Does it fit?" ? "
She straightened her clothes, pinned her ears and hair, and nodded shyly.
Wen Baijing's voice softened, and she asked considerately and gently: "Um...what are you doing? After get off work, I will pick you up from get off work, and you will be penniless and homeless. "
Ye Zhenzhen did not pretend to decline. She blushed slightly, and her voice still sounded sweet and serious as she replied: "I will get off work at half past nine..."
Wen Bai Jing seemed to have thought of something, "Which brand do you work for?" "
Vehicles kept passing by, and the sound of horns from time to time filled the underground parking lot.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes were clear and she answered blurtly:
" xx women's clothing on the second floor. "
Wen Baijing's pupils dilated instantly, and he said with surprise:
"What! Do you work in xx? "
She didn't know which side of Wen Baijing had been touched again, so she had to be careful with her smiling face, "I'm going to work first, let's talk later! "
Wen Baijing shouted at her thin and distant figure:
"Ye Zhenzhen, I'm waiting for you! ”
Echoes of expectation and joy echoed in the underground parking lot, just like the warm breeze of March in spring, the vibrant love is about to burst out of the sky.