…
From that day on, Mu Yanzhu received a box of milk at her doorstep every morning.
Every day at noon, I will receive a bright red rose downstairs in the company.
Every night, I would see Chu Xiangchen arriving uninvited on the subway, and the "Good Night" he posted on the door every night.
Mu Yanzhu has seen through such tricks. He is just a child, so just ignore him.
How many days can he last
Ten days, half a month, no matter how lingering the passion is, it will always be repelled by her indifference, right
But now that a month has passed, Chu Xiangchen is still insisting, and his greetings every morning, noon and evening are exactly the same.
Mu Yanzhu finally couldn't help it anymore. When she got off the subway that day, when he followed her as usual, she turned to look at him and paused.
"It's been twenty-eight days, what do you want?"
"People say that twenty-one days makes a habit, so is my sister getting used to me?"
"No, I find you annoying."
"..." Chu Xiangchen's heart ached, and a hint of hurt flashed in his eyes, "Sister, do you speak so harshly to anyone?"
"yes."
"Cough cough cough,"
Chu Xiangchen covered his heart, pretending to be injured and vomiting blood, and looked at Mu Yanzhu resentfully.
"Sister, you are so cruel!"
"Jiang Yan... you are cruel."
Similar words and deeply buried memories swallowed her up again at this moment, making her feel the pain that was so familiar that she couldn't breathe.
Mu Yanzhu turned around and left.
Chu Xiangchen hurriedly followed her, following her step by step.
"Sister, it's been twenty-eight days, and the marketing account has successfully confessed your love. It's time for you to give me your WeChat ID, right?"
"Why are you so persistent? What good do I have?"
"I don't know, I fell in love with you at first sight!"
"But what you see is only the superficial me. After you get to know me on a deeper level, you may find that I am not as good as you thought."
"Then let me get to know my sister slowly!"
Chu Xiangchen spoke firmly every word.
"Let me get to know you better, let me discover your shortcomings, and then sister will let me give up."
Mu Yanzhu glanced at him.
He is an Internet celebrity who does live broadcasts, she knows.
In an impetuous circle, Chu Xiangchen's eyes are clear and pure, with the determination and clarity of mountains and rivers over time.
It really seems like he... seems, seems...
However, Mu Yanzhu did not give Chu Xiangchen any reply in the end, including contact information.
When she arrived at her door, she put the milk and flowers he had sent for the past twenty-eight days in boxes and placed them at the door.
"Take it, it's your thing."
"Mu Yanzhu!"
"How do you know my name?"
"You don't care how I know! I'm good to you, why don't you accept it?"
"Because you will never be him, even if you look like him, you won't be."
"boom."
After saying this, Mu Yanzhu closed the door.
…
Is it time to end it
She was so decisive and left no room for rejection of him. It was time for him to give up on her.
But Mu Yanzhu didn't expect that early the next morning, there would still be a box of fresh milk at the door.
At noon, the front desk also received red roses.
The employees were teasing her and asking her if the flowers were sent by her boyfriend.
Mu Yanzhu smiled but said nothing, and the smile was not even noticeable.
Only then did she see small words written on the petals of the rose.
"This is my WeChat account, sister, please add me."
Then below is a series of numbers.
Mu Yanzhu hasn't used WeChat for a long time.
Because that software buries a person, buries her past, contains her sweetness, her sorrow, her pain, her love, and the three years she was unable to participate in.
She now uses other chat methods to communicate with the company's employees.
It’s not like no one has asked her why she doesn’t use WeChat.
She only said that she was not used to using WeChat and had no words.
Mu Yanzhu returned to her thoughts and threw the roses into the box as usual.
Has a new reincarnation begun again
Children are quite perseverant.
Chu Xiangchen's overtures of goodwill have begun to intensify.
He knew exactly where Mu Yanzhu worked at the magazine, so when it was time to get off work, he personally came to pick up Mu Yanzhu.
Mu Yanzhu completely ignored him, and he wasn't annoyed either. He followed her and walked with a smile.
As soon as she turned around, she saw this boy waving to her, "Sister, I'm here."
Jiang Yan, I’m here.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who had the most exquisite eyebrows in the world, the brightest smile, and the whitest teeth. As long as he smiled, the whole world would be eclipsed.
"Jiang Yan, you still have me."
But Jiang Qingchi, I am no longer Jiang Yan, and I no longer have you.
"Don't come to the company to find me. It will cause unnecessary trouble to me. If there is a next time, don't blame me for not showing mercy to you."
Mu Yanzhu said this, but Chu Xiangchen turned a deaf ear.
In the evening of the next day, he came anyway.
Dressing fashionably and fashionably, she made countless older leftover women in magazines happy, wishing they could take this little puppy into their arms and pamper her.
But the little puppy only stared at Mu Yanzhu.
He saw her coming out of the magazine.
"elder sister!"
He ran over happily, with her eyes in his eyes.
The employees coming and going are all looking this way.
Is this the editor-in-chief’s boyfriend? I am so young, and I envy the editor-in-chief for being able to find such a clingy little puppy.
Mu Yanzhu brushed Chu Xiangchen's hand away.
"Did I say that yesterday? Please don't come to the company to find me. Are you hearing impaired?"
"We have to take the same subway anyway. What's wrong with me coming to see you?"
"Because you have nothing to do with me. You are not my boyfriend, not even a friend. Do you understand what I say?"
Mu Yanzhu finished speaking expressionlessly and looked at the security guard.
"Security, next time he comes here, kick him out."
"Uh... ok editor-in-chief."
Chu Xiangchen's shoulders dropped and he lowered his head. He was so hurt that his eyes were even red.
Mu Yanzhu has gone far.
Will she come to comfort him
Will not.
Even if he was feeling lucky, Chu Xiangchen knew that this luck would never become a reality.
"Little brother, let's go." The security guard came over and saw the child's well-behaved face, he couldn't bear to say.
"I know... I will leave by myself."
He put his hands in his pockets, his back looking lonely and lonely.
"Tsk, tsk, Editor-in-Chief Mu is so heartless! She came to pick her up with good intentions!" One of the employees couldn't help complaining after witnessing all this.
"What do you know? If you don't like him, don't give him any hope. I think Editor-in-Chief Mu did the right thing." Another employee had a different attitude.
…
After receiving the blessing text message from Li Wenna, Mu Yanzhu suddenly realized that tomorrow is her birthday.
After sending the message, Li Wenna called Mu Yanzhu again.
"After tomorrow, you will really be 27. You can no longer say that 27 is an insignificant age."
"Everyone I meet calls me 27."
"Little sister, what's the matter with you? People should talk to younger people."
"What's the difference between 26 and 27?" Mu Yanzhu asked.
Li Wenna coughed twice and was speechless, "That's right..."
"By the way, haven't you fallen in love yet?"
Regarding the topic of love, Mu Yanzhu has always kept silent.
"If there's nothing wrong with you, I'll hang up the phone. I still have work here."
"Work, work, work, you've been busy for three years, and you've spent every minute of the day opening three petals. Why don't you take a break?"
"Then I rest and you support me?"
"..." Li Wenna was blocked back.
"You little girl, you are getting meaner and meaner now."
little girl…
She has passed the age of a little girl and is no longer a little girl.
There is no longer a boy like Mu Qingfeng, who is flamboyant and gentle, smiling like a bright moon and holding her in his arms.
"You want me to call you senior, huh?"
"I don't call you Senior Sister or Sister. I call you Jiang Yan because in my heart, I recognize that you are part of our Jiang family."
"My daughter-in-law is you, Jiang Yan, you are the only one."
Snapped.
His thoughts stopped abruptly.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Yanzhu finally decided to listen to Li Wenna and go out for some air.
Although it's not time to get off work yet, the person swallowed by memories is like a cocoon. She can't find breath, oxygen, or light.
She can't work anymore and needs to go outside to look at the sun to let her know that she is still alive.
There was a man sitting on the steps in front of the magazine.
The security guard was stunned when he saw Mu Yanzhu. He didn't expect that she would come out so early today.
"Editor-in-Chief, I, I just wanted to drive this little boy away..."
Chu Xiangchen turned around when he heard the sound.
The moment their eyes met, Mu Yanzhu remained expressionless, "Why are you so stubborn?"
Chu Xiangchen patted the dust on his butt and stood up.
"garrulous-"
An exquisite box was handed over.
Mu Yanzhu raised her eyebrows, "What is this?"
"Birthday gift, happy birthday to you."
"How did you-"
"Ask me how I know your birthday, right? Keep it a secret, because I like you, so I have a way to know you."
After a pause, Chu Xiangchen looked at her and said:
"I know you are definitely going to drive me away again, so I'll leave now. I also know that tomorrow is your birthday, but I'm afraid that you will be very busy tomorrow, or you don't want to see me, so you can go to work and I'm leaving. "
“…”
Mu Yanzhu stood there until Chu Xiangchen's figure gradually faded away and was no longer visible, then she opened the box.
Inside is a brown-red fountain pen, which is very beautiful, high-end and elegant. The workmanship is also very good, and the surface feels smooth to the touch.
Under the pen, there is also a note.
Chu Xiangchen's handwriting is crooked and not as good-looking as his own:
"Happy birthday, sister Mu Yanzhu. I really hope that one day I will be lucky enough to call you Chu Yanzhu."
Mu Yanzhu's tears suddenly flowed out.
A drop of crystal tears ran down her chin and hit the pen box with a loud bang.
She cried silently, but her heart was broken, and her mind was filled with "Jiang Yan", "Jiang Yan", "Jiang Yan"...
Perhaps in the near future, she will be completely given another surname, and that surname will definitely not be Jiang.
Jiang He, are you already a husband
Are you looking at another girl, doting on her, pampering her, and giving her your last name
Will you hold her and tell her I like you very much, I love you very much.
And she, Mu Yanzhu, the one whose surname was omitted from the Jiang family, could only wish him a peaceful life in front of the magazine thousands of miles away, and hope that he would be surrounded by good people.
"Editor-in-Chief, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
The security guard has been working here for two and a half years, and this is the first time he sees Mu Yanzhu cry.
Mu Yanzhu shook her head. She put the pen away, wiped away her tears, and turned back to continue working.
From the moment she chose this path, she had no choice.
…
"Brother Xiaochu, why do you feel unhappy these days?"
In Chu Xiangchen's live broadcast room, there was a die-hard fan of his who asked him with concern.
Chu Xiangchen curled his lips and showed a big smile, "No, I'm happy every day!"
"Brother Xiaochu's smile is fake, I can feel it!"
"No," Chu Xiangchen blinked and said, "I must be happy every day, because in this way, I can bring happiness to each of you and make you happy too!"
"Ooooh, brother Xiaochu, I love you~"
"I want to give birth to a monkey for brother Xiao Chu~"
A bunch of booing followed by a row of gifts.
Chu Xiangchen asked them to stop giving gifts, but a few die-hard fans kept giving them.
"Brother Xiao Chu must be happy every day! As long as brother Xiao Chu is happy, we will be happy!"
"Thank you! Muah, today you are my wife, Chu Xiangchen, hahaha."
But after turning off the live broadcast, the smile on his face disappeared.
He glanced sideways at Mu Yanzhu, who was still leaning against the subway door.
She would stand in the same position every day, in the same direction, and even the angle she faced the door.
And he stood behind her every day. As long as she turned her head slightly or turned around, she could see him here.
When paying attention to someone becomes a habit, before you know it, they become an indispensable part of your life.
You start to think about her, how she is living, what she ate and drank, whether she smiled or cried today, whether she was bullied or wronged.
Chu Xiangchen felt that Mu Yanzhu had grown up in his heart.
Although the roots are not yet deeply rooted, the seeds have sprouted.
We’ve arrived at the station again.
Why is every time I spend with her so short.
There are 24 hours a day, and I only have ten minutes to look at you.
But you never looked at me.
Because there is that "him" hidden in your heart, even if he will never come, you are still waiting stupidly, like a crow approaching the inkstone, knowing that it is wrong, but still holding on and getting closer step by step.
Why bother.
Love makes people really bitter.
Chu Xiangchen held this bitterness alone and followed Mu Yanzhu as usual.
Mu Yanzhu paused, turned around slowly, and crossed his arms.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
Chu Xiangchen:? ?
"Don't forget it."
"I want it! I want it! I want it~!"
"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to thank you for the birthday present and for making me cry."
"ha?"
Is there anything wrong in giving him a pen? It's a pen worth six thousand yuan.
Mu Yanzhu had already turned around and left.
Chu Xiangchen came to his senses and hurried to follow!
The two of them came to a coffee shop. There were not many people at that time. Mu Yanzhu chose a seat by the window. From this angle, she could see the neon lights outside the window and the busy traffic on the overpass.
"what do you want to drink?"
"Same as my sister!"
"Then two cups of black coffee, no sugar and no milk, thank you."
Chu Xiangchen: "..."
Can he say that he can't drink anything bitter
"Why are you crying, sister? Are you not satisfied with what I gave you?"
"No, I think of my old friend."
"Is he the one who made my sister sad?"
“…”
Mu Yanzhu did not answer directly, she changed the topic, "Have you heard a sentence?"
"Which sentence? Is it Hayao Miyazaki's sentence? It's raining in the city you live in. I wanted to ask you if you brought an umbrella, but I held back. I was afraid that you would say you didn't bring one, and there was nothing I could do about it, just like me. I love you, but I can’t give you the companionship you want.”
A flash of astonishment flashed across Mu Yanzhu's eyes.
"how do you know?"
"Because I read my sister's column, and she said she liked this sentence the most."
"Um."
"But sister, someone else said something. I don't know if I heard it."
"What?"
Chu Xiangchen looked at her and said, "It's raining in the city we live in. I really wanted to ask you if you brought an umbrella, but I held back because I was afraid that you would say you didn't. I said I would give you an umbrella." You said no, I can just go back in the rain. Just like I love you-"
"You... don't need my company."
Mu Yanzhu fell silent.
The waiter brought the coffee at this moment: "You two, your coffee."
Mu Yanzhu took a sip, but found that the coffee was sweet.
"I want black coffee without sugar or milk."
"..." The waiter smiled and said nothing, did not explain, and quickly walked away.
Mu Yanzhu frowned slightly.
How could the waiter make such a stupid mistake, and what did the meaningful look in his eyes mean just now
Chu Xiangchen disagreed: "Maybe people think my sister needs to add some sugar."
Mu Yanzhu smiled, the smile was very forced, "What you just said is very good, but I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry now, but I hope I can exchange the words 'I like me' from you in the future, then I'll be satisfied."
He really wanted to touch Mu Yanzhu's face.
Want it so so much.
I thought so and did it.
Just like that, he reached out his hand.
In mid-air, he suddenly encountered an obstacle.
A slender hand intercepted Chu Xiangchen's touch, and what fell at the same time was a domineering and cold word, like the cold wind on a winter night, like the ice on the snow, each word was cold:
"Boy, she is mine, you can't touch her."
(End of chapter)