When you were one year old, I was four years old, and I was four times your age.
When you were ten years old, I was fourteen years old, and my age was 1.4 times yours.
You are 20 this year and I am 24. My age is 1.2 times yours.
I don't expect you to catch up with me.
I just ask you to stay closer to me, even closer.
—Inscription: From Mu Yanzhu’s diary.
…
Every weekend, Mu Yanzhu likes to go to a bar called blue.
Different from those wild and debauched romantic places, this bar has a literary style. There are two security guards at the door responsible for checking everyone passing by. Minors are not allowed to enter, and greasy men over 30 years old are not allowed to enter.
So it is very safe here, and souls who like quiet gather together without disturbing each other.
Mu Yanzhu likes to sit quietly in the corner typing. She now writes for a magazine and earns 7,000 yuan a month, which is enough to support her own living expenses and her brother's tuition.
"We were both young when I first saw you, I closed my eyes and the flashback starts... "
Taylor's English song was echoing in all directions in the bar. Mu Yanzhu's fingers tapping on the keyboard paused, and her fingertips suddenly felt a slight pain.
"I keep waiting for you, but you never come."
She sang the lyrics along, her nose and eyes aching at the same time.
I've been waiting for you, but you never showed up.
Jiang Qingchi.
Perhaps because of family reasons, Mu Yanzhu thought that she was a bit precocious than other children of the same age.
When she was in elementary school, she fell in love at first sight with a boy she had only met once. The little boy was like a little angel who appeared when she was most disappointed and gave her a crooked painting.
She knew that his name was Jiang Qingchi, that he was younger than her, and that he got lost on the bus when he went to kindergarten for the first time.
But from that day on, she never saw him again.
She stupidly waited at that bus stop every day, holding on to the remaining luck that she could see him again.
I just want to look at you again, I can stand far away.
She thought this way, thinking about countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, countless days and nights, thinking about the countless times that time overlapped, thinking about her parents and relatives passing away due to illness, thinking about being alone for 24 years now...
Unsuccessful.
He may have moved, or transferred to another school...
Or else, the family is very rich, and occasionally taking the bus is just to experience the fun of ordinary people.
So she didn't wait.
After going to college, Mu Yanzhu never went to that bus stop again.
Now I am a senior in college and about to graduate. I thought my heart was calm, but listening to this song, I still feel sad.
The last line of the lyrics is sung so well:
"Cause we were both young, when I first saw you."
How wonderful it would be if life were just like the first time we met.
After finishing today's manuscript, Mu Yanzhu closed the computer and left with her schoolbag on her back.
The moment she opened the door, her glasses case fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up. Several pairs of black canvas shoes passed in front of her. One pair was spotless, and the laces were so white that they were dazzling.
Boys are still so particular these days, and her shoelaces are not so clean.
I sighed in my heart and left quickly.
The boy with dazzlingly white shoelaces was surrounded by stars as he walked inside. A boy hooked his neck and called him "Dachi", saying that he would play black and white later. Several people entered the bar with smiles on their faces. .
…
Mu Yanzhu now has two classes a week, which is not too much compared to the first, second and third grades. When there are no classes, she likes to find free time in the classroom to code.
It's autumn now, and the temperature is getting cooler. Yesterday, Mu Yanzhu dug out a white hooded sweatshirt and long johns from the bottom of the box. The sweatshirt was a gift from her best friend. Her best friend is now a purchasing agent in Korea and earns a lot every month. money.
There were shouts outside the door.
Mu Yanzhu raised her wrist and looked at her watch.
It's already 5:30.
Today is Friday. According to school regulations, freshmen and sophomores are required to attend evening self-study except on weekends. After their junior year, evening self-study is eliminated.
But tomorrow is the orientation meeting. From her perspective, she can see a group of people rehearsing on the playground outside the window. There should be no evening self-study in each college today.
Just as I was thinking about it, the door of the classroom in front of me was suddenly pushed open.
A boy walked in, tall and thin, with handsome features and holding two books in his arms.
The boy looked at Mu Yanzhu and looked at the house number above his head with some confusion.
"Is this classroom 520?"
"Yes."
Mu Yanzhu pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose and lowered her head. It seems that the students still have to study in the evening today. Let's write quickly and sketch out the last ending. This month's draft can be completed.
"Miss, are you here to study for me in the evening?" The boy took the initiative and came over and stood in front of Mu Yanzhu.
Little sister
Mu Yanzhu's stagnant heart skipped a beat. She had lived for more than twenty years, and no one had ever called her that.
Little sister~sister.
Shaked his head, "No."
"Oh, our class will have self-study in this classroom tonight. There are still fifteen minutes left for class..."
"Sorry, I'm leaving right now."
I haven’t finished writing the ending yet, so I’ll write it when I get back to the dormitory.
Mu Yanzhu packed her things and put the computer, mouse, toilet paper, charger, notebook for inspiration, etc. that had not been turned off in time, into her large shoulder bag.
The leather notebook had already turned yellow. It was a birthday gift from her father, and she didn't want to throw it away.
After opening the back door, Mu Yanzhu hurriedly left, but Leng Buding bumped into someone outside, hitting her head on someone's arms.
Hearing the other party's muffled groan, Mu Yanzhu raised his head and froze before he could say an apology.
If the boy who called her "little sister" just now was barely handsome, then this boy now could be said to be astonishing.
Absolutely exquisite facial features, well-groomed eyebrows, standard eye shape, black and white eyes, clear and pure, deep eye sockets, just the right double eyelids, and very long eyelashes. The bridge of the nose is high and the lips are flaky, as healthy as if they were painted with honey.
Mu Yanzhu never expected to encounter such a thing in his lifetime.
"I'm sorry... I bumped into you."
She touched the tip of her nose and apologized.
The other party shook her head and didn't look at her at all. Then she walked in carelessly, threw her schoolbag on the table at the back, crossed her legs and started playing games.
Mu Yanzhu looked at him deeply, lowered her head and left quickly.
…
…
crazy.
Mu Yanzhu thought she was crazy!
I have liked Jiang Qingchi for more than ten years, but just because of this one glance, I fell in love with him.
All the way back to the dormitory from the classroom, my heart was not beating at the normal frequency.
She had to admit that she was stunned by the boy she accidentally bumped into.
It is an absolute, instant-kill level of surprise that comes from the depths of the soul.
What's his name? What zodiac sign? How old are you this year? Do you have a girlfriend
She really... really wants to get to know him.
Looking down at the laptop in his hand, he sketched the ending but didn't move it for a long time.
Looking at the male protagonist I was writing, I suddenly lost interest.
The perfect protagonist in the book was not even half as stunning as the boy she saw.
But since he was studying in that classroom in the evening, it means he is a freshman or sophomore. Then he will be studying in classroom 520 every night from now on, which means she still has a chance to get to know him.
Although, compared to others, whether it was appearance or temperament, Mu Yanzhu felt that—
She doesn't deserve it!
…
The large radio station began to select people, and they wanted ten people each for the editorial department and the reading department.
During the four years of college, Mu Yanzhu was not interested in various school activities, but this time, after hearing that the selected candidates would receive extra bonuses every month, Mu Yanzhu went.
Today she wore a blue coat with a ponytail, black jeans, and a pair of crappy canvas shoes.
Before I left, I looked in the mirror. She was very beautiful when I was a child. She was a pretty girl with big eyes and an oval face. Everyone praised her for being delicate and cute. But as she got older, she became uglier. I don’t know where she had changed. She just didn’t feel like she was the same. It looked better before.
When we arrived at the radio station, we lined up next to each other. It was Mu Yanzhu's turn to go in. There were three seniors and two seniors inside.
Mu Yanzhu introduced her name, major, and class.
"Well, I write novels, romance novels, the type where a domineering president falls in love with me. The number of hits is around 20 million..."
How can there be 20 million
Who can't brag
Several people looked at each other, and one of the seniors with pimples on his face spoke up: "Since you said you write romance novels, what is your view on love?"
Concept of Love
Mu Yanzhuzhen thought for a while. She had been single for 24 years. How could she have any concept of love? Her mind went blank...
"Then let me ask you another question, what type of boys do you personally like?"
"I don't know either. I can like someone for more than ten years, or I can fall in love with someone else in an instant. For me, liking someone is a feeling and there is no standard."
"Then you mean you don't like handsome guys?"
"How is that possible?" Mu Yanzhu scratched his hair. Who doesn't like handsome guys
"If there were an ugly man who was devoted to you and a handsome man who ignored you right now, which one would you choose?"
"the second."
Mu Yanzhu did not hesitate.
The senior asked her why.
Mu Yanzhu: "He is ignoring me now. I will make it impossible for him to reach up to me tomorrow."
"well said!"
A senior student took the lead in applauding. She realized that it was too much and put down her hands angrily.
The senior who asked the question signaled that Mu Yanzhu could leave.
Mu Yanzhu carried her schoolbag and walked to the teaching building.
In fact, she has a bit of social phobia. She just faced so many people and answered the questions as if it were an exam. Her palms became wet. As for whether she can be chosen, she left it to fate.
Climbing to the 5th floor and arriving in classroom 520, she sat down and turned on the computer.
It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon now, which is just the right time. He will be here later.
"boom-"
Half an hour later, the door opened.
The person who came in was the boy who had made her think about her day and night.
Mu Yanzhu stood up quickly, her heart suddenly jumping into her throat.
It's him.
It was just him, and he seemed to have arrived early.
"Um... classmates... you study in the evening, right?"
I was stumbling and my throat was sore, as if I had run 800 meters and then got a blood clot. I couldn't go up or get down.
The other party finally glanced at her this time, and quickly looked away. He ignored her, took out two books from his schoolbag and threw them on the table.
Mu Yanzhu saw one of the books on finance.
It turned out that he was a finance major.
What does this major mean
Make more money! In the future, profits will compound and profits will compound!
"Classmate... hello, I want your..."
Hesitantly walked over and asked a boy for his contact information for the first time in 24 years.
But he is really handsome. He is dressed casually in a simple white and gray T-shirt and black trousers. There is an aristocratic temperament in his movements that cannot be described in words.
The other party's slender fingers turned the pen in a circle, and his voice was cold, "No."
The voice is also very nice, very magnetic and textured, not gentle, and a little mean, but Mu Yanzhu feels that this voice is terrible.
"I have no other intention... I just want to get to know you."
"I don't want to know you."
"Oh...then, sorry to bother you."
Forget it, people probably thought she was ugly and didn't want to talk to her.
Such a handsome boy must be pursued by many girls around him. He is also cold and cool. Of course, he might be gay.
She is sinful and narrow-minded.
Unless he was gay, this thought would make her feel a little better, otherwise the feeling of being rejected would be extremely unbearable.
I packed up my computer, hugged my schoolbag and was about to leave, when a cool voice sounded from behind me: "What were you writing just now?"
"ah?"
Mu Yanzhu turned around, "Novel, what's wrong?"
"You type very quickly."
"Thank you...I've practiced it."
“…”
They said no more.
Mu Yanzhu touched her nose, turned around and left.
The days are long.
*
The next day.
Jiang Qingchi did not go to evening self-study.
The class teacher called him and told him that his things were at the school gate and asked him to go and get them.
When they arrived at the school gate, the security guard handed Jiang Qingchi a bank card.
"A young man gave it to you. He looks about the same age as you. He didn't leave his name."
Hearing this, Jiang Qingchi frowned, then ran out with the card.
As he expected, the boy wearing a white sweater, carrying a black schoolbag on his shoulders, wearing headphones, was walking alone on the road.
"San'er!"
Jiang Qingchi shouted and ran over.
The 20-year-old is a head taller than the 17-year-old Jiang Saner.
"Can you change your taciturn temperament?"
Jiang Qingchi stuffed his bank card into his arms in annoyance.
"I'm your brother, can I still spend your money?"
Jiang Jingming took off his headphones and said, "Then if you don't spend my money, don't be angry with our dad."
"Who is angry with him? Many college students these days don't spend their family's money."
"But… "
"Don't worry, I have money and I don't need it."
Saying this, he waved his hand to let Jiang Saner go.
He also has to go back to study in the evening.
Mu Yanzhu didn't see Jiang Qingchi in classroom 520 today, and walked to the dormitory in despair.
Passing by the front door of the library, there were no street lights around, and the grass was flickering, as if fireflies were flickering.
Mu Yanzhu lowered her head and danced with the insects, and unexpectedly bumped into a telephone pole.
"Ouch!"
Covering his forehead, he felt a lump.
What bad luck.
Fortunately, there was no one around, so I quickly grabbed my bag and left.
"Jiang Qingchi—"
The classmate who had escaped from the evening self-study for half the semester saw Jiang Qingchi, who seemed to be smiling.
"What are you doing here, aren't you going to study in the evening?"
"Oh," Jiang Qingchi came back to his senses and cleared his throat, "Go now."
"What were you laughing at just now? You were so ecstatic?"
"It's okay. I saw a sow hit a telephone pole."
After that, he left.
sow?
The classmates looked around.
The serious Ningcheng University, where did the sow come from
…
Mu Yanzhu rubbed her forehead and returned to the dormitory. There were four girls in the dormitory, and everyone was there.
She lives in a six-person room. One of the roommates is a sophomore and is in the army. The most beautiful roommate is named Feng Ruting. She has a dark face and a straight face. She knows how to dress up. She is having a video call with her boyfriend while smiling.
After hanging up the phone, the smile on Feng Ruting's face faded and she threw the phone aside with some disgust. She didn't like her current boyfriend and only dated him because he was rich.
After she graduated from college and found someone better, she broke up with him immediately.
"Oh, by the way, I'm telling you, I don't know who conducted a ranking vote for school grassroots. It's amazing. The first place is more than five thousand votes ahead of the second place."
"..." Mu Yanzhu lowered her head while changing her shoes, indifferent to such topics.
A girl on the upper bunk was stunned: "Who is first? Who is the older one?"
"Sophomore, what's his name...Jiang Qingchi?"
"Click—"
As Feng Ruting finished speaking, the heel in Mu Yanzhu's hand was suddenly broken off by her.
"Who did you just say?!"
"I'll go and scare me."
Feng Ruting patted her heart and said, "Jiang Qingchi, what's wrong, do you know her?"
Mu Yanzhu frantically took out her cell phone and asked Feng Ruting where to vote.
The moment I saw Jiang Qingchi's photo, it was as if something exploded with a "boom" in my mind, and then the billowing smoke turned into fragments and fell lightly to the ground. Everything turned into tranquility without any weight.
Mu Yanzhu's hands were shaking, and there was a smile on her lips. She smiled and then cried.
It turned out to be him.
And it seemed that it should have been him.
The other roommates looked at her like she was mentally retarded, and the novelist seemed suspicious all day long.
Mu Yanzhu didn't explain anything. She was not someone who wanted to explain too much.
She looked at the photo for a long time. It was not until the sun came out that she realized that she was lying in bed and had not slept all night.
The person you have been waiting for for so long suddenly appears next to you in an unexpected identity. Who wouldn't be excited about such an unexpected surprise
The next day, Mu Yanzhu had classes in the afternoon. After class, she went directly to Classroom 520, Building A, Boxue Building.
There was no one inside. Everyone had gone to have dinner. Mu Yanzhu was not hungry at all, so she sat in the last row and waited quietly.
She stared at the blackboard in front of her, and her mood had never been so intense until the turbulent sea calmed down.
He should have forgotten her long ago.
After all, I was so young at the time, but it doesn’t matter, let’s start over.
Start over, Mu Yanzhu, reintroduce yourself.
Say this to yourself over and over again.
The door in front was pushed open, and when several girls saw Mu Yanzhu, they all expressed confusion because this was not a classmate of their own class.
Mu Yanzhu sat without moving. As more and more people came to the classroom, a boy who looked like a class committee member came over and asked her what she did.
Mu Yanzhu gritted her teeth and said, "It's a substitute."
I didn’t say much more.
These days, if you have money, you can find a substitute. Whoever has more money is the boss.
Jiang Qingchi stepped into the classroom with his black and white plaid shirt open and a white inner layer underneath. He had bangs in the front, which were not long. When his hair was illuminated by the light, he looked very soft and well-behaved.
Mu Yanzhu stared at him for a moment.
He has really changed a lot.
He has become more handsome, taller, slimmer, and has a good figure, just like a model. It is no wonder that he is rated as the number one student in school.
Mu Yanzhu sat shamelessly for the entire evening self-study.
Fortunately, her location was relatively remote, and everyone was busy playing with their mobile phones, so no one noticed her.
She had been looking at Jiang Qingchi, watching him supporting his cheekbone with one hand, bored and lazy, either turning his pen or looking down at his mobile phone. Occasionally, his eyebrows would furrow, with a clear arc.
get out of class is finally over.
She called Jiang Qingchi.
There were three or two people between the two of them. Jiang Qingchi was very cold, "Who are you?"
"I… "
who is she? Is it too far-fetched to say that I met him once on a bus when I was a kid
"Hey~ I seem to be thinking of you a little bit."
Jiang Qingchi narrowed his eyes slightly.
The guy who was so stupid that he hit a telephone pole.
Mu Yanzhu: "Yes, I often stay in your study room coding. Last time I asked you for my contact information, but you didn't give it to me."
"Oh, and then?"
Everyone in the classroom was gone, and Jiang Qingchi wanted to leave too. He carried his schoolbag slanted on his shoulders and barely left the classroom, but maintained his absolute demeanor and waited for Mu Yanzhu to finish.
Mu Yanzhu took a deep breath, took out a wad of money from her schoolbag and handed it over.
"This is one thousand yuan. I want your WeChat ID, is that okay?"
Jiang Qingchi was stunned.
It's not like I haven't encountered anyone who confessed my love to him since I was a child. I know how handsome he is, beautiful, ugly, tall and short. I've seen so many confessors that I can't remember the faces of many of them.
This is interesting today. Can you give me money? Fool
"Is one thousand enough?" Mu Yanzhu was uneasy before he could answer.
Jiang Qingchi snorted, "Can you still give me ten thousand?"
Mu Yanzhu gritted his teeth, one and a half months' salary.
"Ten thousand... is fine."
"ha."
Jiang Qingchi smiled. It was true that he had met a fool. People who could hit a telegraph pole were usually not smart.
"Then give me money, ten thousand, I happen to be short of money."
"Are you short of money?...Okay, you wait, tomorrow in this classroom, I will give you 10,000, and you give me your WeChat."
Mu Yanzhu only had one thousand in hand, and the rest was in his card.
Knowing that today would be over, he nodded to Jiang Qingchi and left.
Passing by him, at such a close distance, I saw that his handsome face was flawless, clean and clear. People tend to be more handsome as they get older, but she became more shabby as she got older.
"etc."
Jiang Qingchi opened his voice and glanced at Mu Yanzhu. He had a seven-point appearance.
But it doesn't matter. The less he lacks something, the less he cares about it. So he doesn't care about the girl's appearance and height. He can't remember them anyway. Some of them are so beautiful that they are indistinguishable.
"It's just a number, it's not that expensive."
He took two hundred yuan from Mu Yanzhu's hand, lowered his head and wrote a series of numbers on the note, put it on the table, and then left.
Holding the pocket with one hand, it is very cool and the spine is very straight.
Mu Yanzhu looked away, picked up the piece of paper on the table, and wanted to scream!
I used up all the cells in my body to hold it back!
…
Jiang Qingchi took 200 yuan, went to the supermarket, bought half yogurt and half fruit, and the money was gone all at once.
He really has no concept when it comes to spending money.
It happened that a buddy from the same dormitory was also shopping in the supermarket, and Jiang Qingchi called him over.
"I'll give you ten bottles of yogurt. You can help me carry these things back. Thanks."
It was a good deal and they agreed.
Jiang Qingchi went back to the dormitory with his sleeves relaxed. His black high-top sneakers were spotless. He took off his socks and threw them away.
Jiang Qingchi never washes his socks.
Anyway, he has hundreds of pairs of socks and throws them away after wearing them every day, which is considered worthy of this day's friendship.
"Mr. Chi, your sister called you again!" A buddy in the same dormitory teased with a smile.
Everyone knows that Jiang Qingchi's family is rich and he is the second generation of rich people, so he is called "Mr. Chi".
Jiang Qingchi washed his hair and wiped his wet hair, displeased, "How many times have I told you, that's my mother!"
His mother looks so young, as if she is in her early thirties, and her roommates call her sister every time!
"Hey, Mom."
Jiang Qingchi connected to the video and saw Yan Nian's face.
Yan Nian took off the mask, applied lotion on it, and asked, "Do you still have money to spend?"
"Ang, I, I worked a part-time job, and I paid a lot of money."
"Come on, why don't I still know you? You just spent the private money you saved before. Now that the private money is gone, let me see what you do."
"Tch, I will find a way myself. Your son will not starve to death."
"Well... you won't starve to death even if you go begging for food with this face on your face."
Yan Nian complained unceremoniously.
"You said you had to ask your dad for a sports car, and you have to drive before you even get your driver's license. So you want to drive and show off your wealth on campus?"
“Why can’t you show off your wealth if you have money?”
"What does it mean to show off your wealth when you have money? I should really learn from your brother about this!"
One is too low-key, the other is too flamboyant, and Yan Nian is too big. It would be nice if the two brothers could neutralize each other!
Jiang Qingchi was speechless.
"Mom~~ I just want a car, I really do."
"Don't act like a baby, it's useless."
"Mom~~you are the best!"
"Don't call me mom. It's useless to call me grandma. I'll stand by your dad this time."
"When did you not stand by my dad?"
"you-"
He was speechless and finally sighed.
"Call me when you have no money and I will transfer money to you. Your dad usually doesn't check my account."
After all, he gave birth to his own child. Jiang Qingchi said he wanted to be independent, so Jiang Beiyuan let him. But the mother was so cruel that she couldn't bear to see her son hungry and cold in school.
Jiang Qingchi disagreed and didn't want to ask Yan Nian for money for the time being.
"Don't worry, when your son stops on the street, there are many girls who take the initiative to support me, and today some of them took the initiative to give me 10,000 yuan."
"Stop teasing me, okay? A rich woman in her 50s or 60s is willing to support you. I believe that among you college students, which one of you is not spending your parents' money now? There are some who are financially independent, but few. Even so, they have earned their hard-earned money. Money, are you stupid enough to spend it on you? You really think your mother has no brains, don’t you?"
Jiang Qingchi repeated: "There really is..."
"Okay, okay, then tomorrow you put up a sign, hang a big red flower around your neck, and stop at the gate of your school to see which girl is willing to support you unconditionally and provide you with food, drink and clothing. If you ask who it is, I will definitely Agree with her to be our daughter-in-law!"
Jiang Qingchi was speechless now.
Except for the girl who gave him money tonight, there is really no one else.
Those girls said they liked him, said they fell in love with him at first sight, and sent him gifts, water, and cards. It was only three minutes of heat. Who would be so stupid as to give him money
It should be even more impossible to feed and clothe him and raise him like a son.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qingchi went to wash up in silence. His phone vibrated twice.
He saw the dialog box for adding friends on WeChat, which displayed three words:
Mu Yanzhu.
Jiang Qingchi snorted.
This name doesn't sound good.
…
(End of chapter)