On September 18, 2015, a small riot broke out in Ye Zhenzhen's hometown. She happened to be flying back to Yuncheng from her hometown on that day.
Wang You was approaching her due date recently, and Ye Zhenzhen did not ask Ye Mao to pick her up at the airport. It was already half past ten at night when she took a taxi back to Yuncheng from the airport.
Less than four months after leaving, Yuncheng has not changed much. Their lives have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Standing on the balcony of Tinglan Garden, it is already early autumn.
The autumn wind in Yuncheng was like a blind man, caressing her face carefully. She must have lost a lot of weight, and even the autumn wind had to confirm it again and again.
The cold moonlight was like frost. She lit a cigarette unskillfully. There was an orange-red fire at the other end of the blue cigarette holder.
Before he could change his title, he called, and it was four months since he heard Wen Baijing’s voice again.
Wen Baijing's hoarse voice was familiar yet slightly strange: "Are you back?"
Ye Zhenzhen was not surprised that Wen Baijing had control of her itinerary. After all, There are many channels to learn about Wen Baijing.
She took a deep breath from the cigarette between her fingers, and inhaled his voice into her heart, "Yeah."
Wen Baijing seemed to be relieved, "It's good that you're back. Yes, when I saw the news..."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know what happened. She usually didn't pay much attention to the news, so she asked without thinking: "What news?"
On the balcony of Guanlan Residence, Wen Baijing sat on the chair where Ye Zhenzhen once sat. He held his mobile phone on his shoulder, took out a cigarette with a blue holder, tapped the holder on the cigarette case, and slowly lit it.
There was silence for a long time.
Wen Baijing took off the phone from his shoulder and held it in his palm, "Zhenzhen, how are you these days?"
Ye Zhenzhen raised her head, and in the blue-gray night sky, there were only a few people. A few stars are not as bright as the fire between my fingers.
The reed flowers that flew from nowhere got stuck in her throat and sealed her nasal cavity. She responded in a dull voice, pretending to be relaxed: "I'm fine. I went to learn flower arranging for more than two months to cultivate myself. You know There are many beautiful imported fresh cut flowers, such as eryngium, bride, wood lily, Austin rose, lover in the mist... I work with flowers and plants every day, and even my hair is scented with flowers. The training institution receives many floral arrangements, and the teacher brings them. We students went to decorate the venue overnight, with scissors in one hand and flowers in the other... I even went back to my hometown to eat all kinds of delicious food and fruits..."
She seemed to be reporting to her boss, and nothing happened. No matter how big or small, I dare not miss a single cent.
Wen Baijing stood up and walked to the balcony. The crowds in Phoenix Lake dispersed, the lake surface was green, and the vast flying catkins floated from a distance, covering his eyes, "Zhenzhen, you have to take care of me." Be good to yourself, be good to yourself, don't torture yourself anymore...Ye Zhenzhen, I miss you so much..."
Ye Zhenzhen squatted down and leaned her back on the railing, trembling between the general's fingersShe put the cigarette to her lips, and the smoke drifted in her abdomen. The lingering smoke made her unable to open her eyes.
She threw away the cigarette butt, rubbed her eyes, and said softly: "You should go to bed early. You have to get up early to pick up the bride tomorrow."
Wen Baijing took a long puff of cigarette and couldn't bear it. She couldn't stop coughing and said intermittently: "You...don't have anything else to say to me?"
Ye Zhenzhen put her hand on her chest, there were tiny tears in the corners of her eyes, she suddenly whispered He chuckled and said duplicitously: "After twelve o'clock, you will be someone else's husband. There will be many people blessing you tomorrow, so I wish you a happy wedding in advance. I wish you a happy marriage and a son soon, and I wish you happiness ..."
The cigarette box was already empty, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. Wen Baijing took the cigarette case on the table and subconsciously held it in his hand.
The cardboard box made a crisp sound, and at this moment his heart was as crumpled and shapeless as a cigarette box.
His voice was as desolate as the mournful wild goose that lost its partner: "Ye Zhenzhen, you always know how to stab me with a knife to make me more painful. Can you be gentler?"
" Wen Baijing, it will be twelve o'clock soon..."
But Ye Zhenzhen will also feel pain, more pain than him. Apart from the polite and formulaic blessings, even the pleasantries between them seemed redundant.
Neither of them knew that the other party had been sitting under the frosty moon for a long time. They all knew that the moonlight that night was so cold that it made people's whole bodies feel cold.
Later, they reached a tacit understanding and stopped talking. At twelve o'clock in the night, Ye Zhenzhen hung up the phone on time.
She didn’t know what was happening in her hometown until she saw the news feed.
Didn't sleep all night.
The next day, Ye Zhenzhen asked Zhongli to go to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast.
After not seeing each other for several months, Ye Zhenzhen’s figure has become visibly slimmer, her once plump apple muscles have become thinner, and her cheekbones are faintly exposed.
Zhong Li took care of her carefully and said with pretense of envy: "Ah! Your figure is getting better and better now. You have lost weight and your temperament is better..."
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Ye Zhenzhen touched her cheek and joked carelessly: "Really? It seems that falling out of love is more effective than fitness..."
Zhongli held his chin, Concerned: "How are you these days?"
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her head to look at the crab noodles in the bowl, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and said with a touch of sadness in her voice: "Zhongli, I used to have pickled vegetables and shredded pork. Noodles cost seven yuan each, but every time I eat it, it costs six yuan."
Zhong Li picked up the chopsticks, frowned, and asked in confusion: "Why?"
Ye Zhenzhen raised his head again, with a calm expression on his face, "Because I don't add shredded pork every time, so I can save a dollar."
Zhongli froze on the spot, Don't know how to answer the call.
Ye ZhenzhenqianHe smiled slightly, feeling somewhat relieved, but his tone could not hide his loneliness: "I can finally afford a bowl of crab noodles worth 100 yuan. I can eat crab noodles for breakfast every day."
Zhongli put down his chopsticks. , went to hold her hand and comforted: "That's right! You can eat a hundred yuan breakfast every day..."
But Ye Zhenzhen didn't feel that a hundred yuan a bowl of crab Money can buy a lot of delicious noodles, but there are many precious things that cannot be exchanged for everything.
Zhongli also knew that Wen Baijing was getting married today, but he really didn’t know how to comfort Ye Zhenzhen.
Language is like this. It always seems weak and weak when it comforts people, but it is sharp when it hurts people.
Ye Zhenzhen and Zhongli visited several shops that day. They planned to start a business and open a clothing store together.
From choosing a location to negotiating rent, I was very busy.
Ye Zhenzhen was carrying a bag on her back and a bottle of mineral water. She was bargaining with the landlord with a thirsty mouth, discussing the details of the decoration, smashing the walls, changing the wiring...
< p> Being a boss is much more difficult than being a store manager.The core business district is always crowded, and squeezed among the bustling crowds is Lin Xiaoxi, whom he has not seen for a long time.
Ye Zhenzhen talked too much and her throat felt dry and painful. While she was drinking water, she saw Lin Xiaoxi out of the corner of her eye. The moment their eyes met, both of them subconsciously avoided looking at each other.
Neither of them has forgotten the unhappy afternoon tea a few months ago. The fierce argument that broke out that day and the scene of them deciding not to interact with each other until death are still vivid in their minds.
Lin Xiaoxi's belly grew bigger, she held her back and walked slowly closer.
After chatting with the landlord, Ye Zhenzhen asked Zhongli to discuss the details with the landlord and walked towards Lin Xiaoxi.
She greeted Lin Xiaoxi a little unfamiliarly and asked her how old the baby was.
Lin Xiaoxi stroked her tall belly, with a gentle and happy smile on her face, and said that she was almost eight months old and was bored at home, so she went out for a walk.
Behind Lin Xiaoxi was a nanny with a bag full of gifts. It looked like she had bought a bunch of maternal and infant supplies.
Lin Xiaoxi asked with concern: "Zhenzhen, how are you these days?"
Since the Weibo incident, many bad rumors about her have spread among the crowd. If If it wasn't related to Wen Baijing, not so many people would pay attention to it.
People who eat melons have already gone to new melon fields, but it is difficult for relatives and friends to forget them.
Ye Zhenzhen smiled bitterly and replied: "Fortunately, it's all over."
Lin Xiaoxi apologized to her, saying that he had hurt her, and then asked: "Some time ago, it was revealed on the Internet that you and Is the story about Boss Zhichu true?"
The relationship between Ye Zhenzhen and Wen Baijing was kept confidential. She had not told any of her friends except Zhongli. She denied it calmly: "Don't listen to the nonsense on the Internet, I don't know him."
Lin Xiaoxi smoothed her hair and didn’t believe it, “But I remember when someone took you to the ancient town, you sent me a license plate number. You said you would send me a WeChat message every half an hour. , if I don’t receive your WeChat message in half an hour, let me call the police for you. Is that license plate number his?”
Ye Zhenzhen was silent for a long time, half of her face was whitened by the sun. Half of his face was in shadow. The autumn wind suddenly rose, brushing her cheek and passing through her hair.
It's autumn again, and this time she won't lock herself out again.
Wen Baijing will no longer rush over and say to her, Ye Zhenzhen, where have you been? Do you know that I am looking for you?