On Saturday, Wen Nuan stayed in the study to paint as usual. At noon, Wen Rou came again.
She said, "I'll make some noodles. Please just make do with me today."
"Let's go out and eat."
She shook her head. "Very soon."
Wenrou followed her into the kitchen, "You really should go out and meet some new friends."
"You know I like being home."
Wenrou was displeased, "You're only 25 and your life is already like a stagnant pool of water. Do you plan to live the same way until you're 50?" She pressed Wen Nuan's hand as she opened the refrigerator door, "Come with me!" She pulled her out and slammed the door, then pushed her in hastily when the elevator arrived.
Wen Nuan looked at herself, her hair was disheveled, the neckline was open to reveal the shoulder straps of her black bra, she was wearing denim shorts and casual slippers. She was going out to meet new friends dressed like this? It should be okay for her to hang out with students aged fifteen to eighteen, if they were also considered new friends as Wen Rou said.
She smiled gently, "What does it matter? You're guaranteed to get more attention wearing this than wearing a suit."
She was helpless. "You might as well promise that no one will tell me that I cannot receive you because you are not dressed properly."
Wenrou took her to have afternoon tea. As soon as they sat down, she saw Wenrou take out her cell phone and turn it on. Wenrou has always been a busy person. Busy means that she receives a lot of calls, and a lot of calls means that Wenrou had to make an agreement with her that she should turn off her phone when she was at her house.
Three calls came in within a few minutes of turning on the phone. Wenrou was talking to herself, and she was eating.
As people who were shopping nearby gradually came in for lunch, the restaurant slowly filled up. Wenrou received another call. She didn't know if it was because it was too noisy or the signal on the other end was bad, so she said "hello" a few times and then got up to find a quiet place.
Wen Nuan was full and bored. She waited for a long time but Wen Rou didn't come back. She looked around but couldn't see her anywhere. She only saw the waiter walking towards her.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Wen Nuan?" he asked.
"I am, what is it?"
"Just now a Miss Wen said she had to leave first because of an emergency. Let me tell you."
Wen Nuan immediately jumped up from her seat, suppressed her fear, and asked, "Have you paid the bill?"
"She's already paid."
She felt relieved, "Thank you."
This is why she seldom goes out to eat with Wenrou. Eight out of ten times, Wenrou would leave her halfway. But those times she was just left alone with the tasteless food, and it was never as miserable as this time - she had nothing on her, not even her wallet, keys or phone.
I borrowed the restaurant's phone to call Wenrou's cell phone, but it was always busy. I then called Zhu Linlu, but he was out of service area.
She tried hard to recall if there was anyone's phone number she remembered, Gao Fang, Guan Ti, Ding Xiaodai, Du Xintong... A quarter of an hour later she had to accept the frustrating fact that the contact information of the few people she was familiar with were all recorded in her electronic notebook.
Wenrou's phone remained busy for half an hour, and finally turned off, so she had to give up and leave.
The pedestrian street, where antique floor tiles form various floral patterns, is bustling with people. The huge glass windows are filled with a dazzling array of goods, either displaying models wearing the season's most fashionable clothing in various poses, or displaying three-carat crystal loose diamonds whose prices are negotiable.