Jiang Yuhe didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.
He wanted to laugh, God seemed to be fooling him, the person he had been looking for for so long turned out to be by his side all along.
I finally understood the reason for the existence of that inexplicable sense of fate.
He thought that the night he bumped into Wen Yu was the beginning of the story.
But she didn't know that the time went back two days. At that concert, the note she handed to herself was the first moment when their fate was connected.
Intermittently, those details that were ignored in the past also slowly flowed out of the memory.
For example, when they went to listen to the performance of Liu Tuan's Aiyun Orchestra for the first time, Wen Yu accidentally blurted out the sentence - "I have also heard their performance."
It's a pity that at the time I thought it was her and Shen Mingjia's daily love life together.
For another example, when they fell in love that night, Wen Yu asked him if he still remembered the scene when they first met each other.
At that time she said—"Do you remember, someone gave you..."
But the latter words were blocked by himself.
He didn't like talking when he was doing it, but he didn't expect to miss another opportunity to get closer to the truth.
Life is like a play, Jiang Yuhe thought that he could control everything, but unexpectedly, he was also being controlled by heaven.
After wandering around for so long, all he thought about was Wen Yu.
Notes, car accidents, fateful encounters, the ending was written from the beginning.
Jiang Yuhe repeatedly watched the scene in the video where Wen Yu walked slowly and stuffed the note into his pocket.
No wonder he was moved by just a scent and a back view.
It's because a person like him, who has difficulty in emotional ups and downs, can detect signals sensitively, because Wen Yu was already shockingly beautiful that night.
She was wearing black, the color that most attracted him.
At that time, the Wen family hadn't gone bankrupt, and she had a bright and confident radiance that couldn't be concealed no matter what.
Who would have thought that her world would be turned upside down when they met again two days later.
Jiang Yuhe sat on the chair for a while, and as if he remembered something, he found a black leather notebook from the second drawer of the study.
This notebook was used by him to record some important festivals earlier.
On the interlayer of the title page, Jiang Yuhe took out a note from it.
He leaned back and looked at it for a while, the corners of his lips slowly raised.
When I used to read the words above, I always guessed what kind of woman wrote such interesting words.
But looking at it now, knowing who wrote it, I feel that everything fits perfectly.
Wen Yu is indeed a person who can talk like this.
Aunt Twelve came up in a hurry at this time: "Master, why are you here again? The old lady is still waiting for you to say a few words."
Jiang Yuhe raised his eyes: "Understood."
He put away all his things and was about to get up when he suddenly called to Aunt Twelve: "Give me the perfume that Yuyu gave you."
Aunt Twelve:
It was the first time to wear such an expensive perfume at a young age. Aunt Twelfth was a little bit reluctant, but she dared not say, "... I asked you before and said no, but now I say yes for no reason."
Jiang Yuhe: "I'll buy you ten bottles of other flavors."
"..."
Good guy.
Aunt Twelve was stunned for a moment, and immediately changed her words: "No problem, master, I'll go down and get it to you right now."
The two of them went back downstairs together, the birthday banquet was still in full swing, they obviously felt boring a few minutes ago, but standing here again, Jiang Yuhe's mood is already different.
He said a few words on behalf of Fu Wenqing, decent and thoughtful, and the elder who had a personal relationship for many years asked:
"How is Yu He's lifelong event? I haven't seen you bring a girl to show my uncles for so many years."
Fu Wenqing also smiled helplessly, "It's not just you, my grandma doesn't know if I can see him get married and start a family in my lifetime."
Amidst the noisy laughter, Jiang Yuhe suddenly said lightly: "I have a girlfriend."
Fu Wenqing: "Huh?"
The old lady didn't realize it all at once, she thought it was a surprise from her grandson, and looked around, "Where are you? Are you here?"
Jiang Yuhe: "She just talked to you."
Fu Wenqing: "...??"
Fu Wenqing's birthday was the fourth day Wen Yu left.
According to her original plan, it could be as fast as a week and as slow as ten days, that is to say, she would be back in three days at the earliest.
But even for three days, Jiang Yuhe seemed unable to wait.
He was eager to see her, as if he had never looked at her carefully during the half a year they were together.
Otherwise, why didn't I find out all this until today, only to find out that she is the person I want to find.
Not just three days, even just three hours, Jiang Yuhe couldn't stop the urge to see her right away.
He booked the fastest flight to New York.
Jiang Yuhe didn't tell Wen Yu that he was going to find her. He only knew that she was in New York, but he didn't know where she was.
Fortunately, his parents also live in New York, and Wen Qingyou once gave Jiang Yuhe a business card. Relying on the work address on that business card, Jiang Yuhe asked his parents to find out Wen Qingyou's address in New York after spending a little time in the Chinese circle. .
This extraordinary meeting is imperative.
In order to prevent Wen Yu from revealing her itinerary to herself during this time period, Jiang Yuhe called her in advance.
"I'm going on a business trip today."
Wen Yu: "Where are you going?"
"Venice, go to the film festival."
"Oh, I see." Wen Yu didn't take it seriously, and focused on - "Have you missed me these days?"
Jiang Yuhe was walking into the VIP room at the airport at that time, and said lightly, "Yes."
"Well, what do you mean?"
"think."
"How much do you want?"
Jiang Yuhe sat down on the sofa, knowing that Wen Yu was so recalcitrant that he just wanted to hear something "cheesy".
So he paused, and said without changing his expression:
"Now I've heard your voice and I've reacted."
Wen Yu: "..."
How fortunate Wen Yu was that they were on the phone at this moment, not video.
Song Zhixin next to her was also seriously shopping, not paying attention to her blushing face instantly.
She slowed down and walked behind, lowered her voice and said to Jiang Yuhe: "You are talking more and more wildly."
Jiang Yuhe: "Don't you like to hear this?"
"..."
"dislike?"
This low and hoarse rhetorical question has a frivolous ending, very similar to the voice that fell in his ears when he was emotional that night.
Wen Yu actually got the feeling of Jiang Yuhe's words in an instant.
Just hearing his voice, a hot feeling swept over her whole body, and her heartbeat also accelerated.
Wen Yu was so teased that her face was blushing and her heart was pounding, she didn't dare to continue, she hurriedly hung up the phone: "Stop talking, my mother is calling me."
Just at this time, the ground personnel came to inform Jiang Yuhe to board the plane, and the conversation between the two ended harmoniously.
In the shopping mall, Song Zhixin turned to look at Wen Yu, and said with a smile, "Is that your boyfriend?"
Wen Yu didn't know if her face was still red, she nodded, and walked over calmly to hold her mother's hand: "Have you chosen the pajamas you like?"
It's summer in New York, Song Zhixin wears a very old nightdress, and Wen Qingyou is a son, so he is not as caring as his daughter in these respects. So Wen Yu took Song Zhixin out for shopping after dinner today, trying to buy her a beautiful pajamas.
But the one in front of him made Song Zhixin shake his head: "The style is too trendy, it doesn't suit me."
The store that Wen Yu visited was indeed a very fashionable brand. It held large-scale catwalks every year, and it had always been known as the most sexy in the underwear industry.
"What's not suitable? Old ladies in their 70s and 80s still wear cheongsams with slits." Wen Yu took Fu Wenqing as an example, picked out a silk two-piece nightdress and handed it to Song Zhixin: "Just this set Well, purple, gentle and not revealing, suits you."
After several evasions, Song Zhixin had no choice but to be pushed to the fitting room by Wen Yu.
While waiting, Wen Yu casually wandered around in the store, walking, and suddenly stopped.
His eyes fell on the shelf in front of him.
On a row of plastic leg molds, various stockings are displayed.
Black, white, grid, fun.
Wen Yu was dazzled by the sight.
I don't know what was fascinated by it, Wen Yu suddenly bent down to take a closer look, and found that one of the white ones was almost transparent, which was very interesting.
There are small printed letters on the whole stocking, and the letters can be selected, from A to Z, all complete.
Wen Yu lightly touched the texture of the white silk with her hand, it was soft and delicate, slippery, with a kind of innocent desire.
Like a thief, she secretly looked back in Song Zhixin's direction.
Mom hasn't come out yet.
Wen Yu immediately said to SA not far away—"Thank you, give me a letter Y."
Song Zhixin came out just after paying the bill here, "The size is right."
"Then take this set." Wen Yu said to the SA just now without changing her expression: "Wrap it up, thank you."
No one noticed that Wen Yu's heart was beating like a drum.
Even she was thinking - Wen Yu, you have changed.
When I bought a gift for my boyfriend before, I chose tall cufflinks and belts.
Now when I buy a gift for my boyfriend, my mind is full of indecent colors.
Carefully hiding the stockings, Wen Yu casually took Song Zhixin's arm and asked, "Mom, are you going to the party tomorrow?"
Song Zhixin: "What am I going to do? Your brother's friends are celebrating his return. You won't be able to have fun with me as a middle-aged man."
Wen Qingyou left for four or five months, and when he came back this time, his enthusiastic friends held a comeback party specially for him.
Song Zhixin looked at Wen Yu: "Go and play with me."
In fact, Wen Yu didn't care whether he went to the party or not, but these days she could see that Wen Yi'an seemed to have something to say to Song Zhixin, but she couldn't find a chance to be alone, so she secretly wanted to give him a favor.
"That's fine." Wen Yu pursed her lips, "I'll go with my brother."
Because the tickets were bought in a hurry and there were only connecting flights, Jiang Yuhe arrived in New York seven hours longer than usual.
When it landed, it was six o'clock in the evening in New York.
Jiang Yuhe didn't plan to rely on his sudden arrival to find an excuse to live in Wen Yu's house. He first went back to his parents' home in upper Manhattan, but there was no one at home. Only after calling did he find out that the couple were still away from the summer vacation and hadn't returned.
After putting away his luggage, Jiang Yuhe drove his father's car from the garage and looked for Wen Qingyou's address.
When the lights came on, the night in New York was full of charm. As he walked through the row upon row of skyscrapers, Jiang Yuhe imagined seeing Wen Yu later in his mind.
It's hard to believe that a person like him, who has always been indifferent to feelings, would now travel thousands of miles for a woman, without control.
In fact, such a result should have been expected from the beginning when he kept revising the bottom line principle for her.
The traffic flow changed from dense to scattered, and the road also drove into an empty and quiet suburb. When a large area of trees and grass appeared in the field of vision, Jiang Yuhe knew that he was getting closer and closer to Wen Yu.
The road between them has been going for too long, so right now, he doesn't want to waste a second.
Just want to see her, see her right away.
Finally, following the map, Jiang Yuhe's car stopped at the gate of the villa around 7:30.
The lights were on inside, he stopped the car and took a look, he didn't want to disturb rashly, so he called Wen Yu before entering the door.
But after a long time, no one answered.
In desperation, Jiang Yuhe could only get out of the car and knock on the door.
After three beeps, a middle-aged woman who looked somewhat similar to Wen Yu came to open the door. She looked at Jiang Yuhe, but at first she didn't recognize him right away, and asked him who he was looking for in fluent English.
Jiang Yuhe recognized at a glance that this should be Wen Yu's mother, nodded and said, "Hi aunt, I'm looking for Wen Yu."
At the mention of this, Song Zhixin paused, and immediately recognized the young man standing in front of him, as if he was her boyfriend in the daughter's video that day.
She was a little surprised, and couldn't believe that this man had chased him to New York, "Are you Mr. Jiang?"
Before Jiang Yuhe could respond, Wen Yi'an came out from inside, opened his mouth in shock when he saw Jiang Yuhe, "Why are you here?"
This is confirmed.
Song Zhixin immediately greeted people inside, "Come in and sit down, Yuyu is not at home, she went out with her brother."
Jiang Yuhe had already walked a few steps into the room, but he stopped after hearing this sentence: "Going out?"
"Yeah, his brother's colleagues and friends held a comeback party for him, and Yuyu just followed him to play. You sit down and I'll call her."
"No need." Jiang Yuhe paused, "Can you tell me where they are meeting?"
Of course Song Zhixin understood that his daughter's boyfriend had chased him all the way, so of course he needed a surprise.
She understood young people's thoughts very well, so she told Jiang Yuhe the location of Wen Qingyou's party, which was actually not far away, only five kilometers away, and it took more than ten minutes to drive there.
Jiang Yuhe said goodbye politely and got back into the car.
I don't know if it was because of the hot weather or other reasons, the moment he manipulated the steering wheel to start the car, he subconsciously unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.
About seven or eight minutes later, the car arrived at its destination.
This is a small bar that looks relatively simple, with a wooden structure and a small place. It has a strong American country atmosphere, not like a nightclub.
Jiang Yuhe pushed open the door, there was brisk jazz music playing in the bar, the guests were sitting freely and drinking and chatting, the atmosphere was very relaxed.
He quickly scanned around, but he didn't see Wen Yu, nor even Wen Qingyou.
So I walked inside again, and after walking a few meters, I saw a spacious area deep in the bar that can accommodate ten people, and there are some entertainment items around.
And now Wen Yu is standing in the entertainment area playing darts.
She didn't seem to be very good at it, and the handsome white guy standing next to her was talking to her very hard.
Looking at this picture, Jiang Yuhe suddenly remembered what Wen Yu said to himself the night before he left—
"I will play with other foreign boys in the bar, do you really mind?"
Jiang Yuhe scoffed in his heart—
Did she plan it long ago? She really did what she said.
After standing in the dark watching Wen Yu for a few minutes, Jiang Yuhe finally walked up.
Wen Qingyou's comeback party was actually a simple gathering among friends. It was arranged by his best friend Aaron. A total of seven or eight people came.
But they are all men.
Wen Yu's appearance surprised and surprised them, and the whole party changed from welcoming Wen Qingyou back to curiously inquiring about Wen Yu.
Among them, Aaron, Wen Qingyou's best friend, was the most active, he was extremely excited—
"I didn't expect you to have such a beautiful sister."
"She's really like my goddess."
"She has such an amazing smile."
"Oh she seems to be in trouble, that's my forte isn't it?"
Seeing that Wen Yu didn't know how to play darts, Aaron volunteered to teach her, but Wen Qingyou reminded him at this moment:
"Hey."
"?"
"She has a boyfriend."
"..."
Aaron paused for a second, then shrugged, "I just want to teach her how to play darts."
Wen Qingyou didn't speak any more, put down his glass and walked to the side, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After he left, Aaron drank a glass of wine in frustration, then walked towards Wen Yu, greeted her, and taught her how to hold the dart and how to accurately hit the bull's-eye.
"Yu, look at me." Even though he knew that this lovely woman already had a boyfriend, Aaron still wanted to show his charm in front of her.
He took the dart and threw it at the dart board in front of him.
Although he missed the red heart with this throw, it was only a few millimeters away from the red heart.
Wen Yu applauded the venue and said a few words of praise, but unexpectedly, Aaron became more enthusiastic, and then picked up a dart and handed it to Wen Yu, "Do you want to try again?"
Wen Yu took it without thinking too much, but as soon as she picked up the dart, Aaron stood behind her and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to teach her how to throw it himself.
Feeling that his hand was about to approach, Wen Yu immediately took a step back, and was about to say no, when the dart in her hand was suddenly taken away.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar figure walked up to her and quickly pulled her behind.
After seeing who it was, Wen Yu opened her eyes in disbelief, "???"
Jiang Yuhe looked at Aaron coldly, his eyes filled with the warning of being violated, and after looking at each other for two seconds, he raised his hand, almost throwing the dart out of the corner of his eye.
There was a snap, as if a sharp wind brushed against his face.
Everyone looked up—
There was already a new dart in the center of the dart board, and the one that Aaron threw before was directly knocked down to the ground forcefully.
The scene was suddenly silent.
Wen Yu: "..."
Yes, the back is a little chilly.