"Then what?" Jiang Xingzhou asked.
Before Zhao Feiyun could answer, a familiar name suddenly came to her ears: "Ci Ci?"
This is what Song Ci's mother calls her.
Obviously this voice was not Song Ci's mother.
Although he knew it was just someone with the same name containing "ci", Jiang Xingzhou still subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.
There was only a woman dressed as a waitress leaning against the pillar in the middle of the hall, holding a cell phone in her hand and talking on the phone.
Jiang Xingzhou sighed. He had been spending so much time with Song Ci recently that he had become sensitive to her name.
He turned his attention back to Zhao Feiyun, who was looking at him with an inquiring look.
Jiang Xingzhou felt uncomfortable being stared at like that. He frowned and asked, "Anything else?"
Zhao Feiyun smiled and said, "No more."
"I just want to tell you," she explained. "We've graduated now, so I have to let you know that the love letter you received in your sophomore year was written by me."
A few years have passed, and Zhao Feiyun's thoughts have long changed. She is no longer the shy little girl who didn't even dare to say her name.
The purpose of her trip was just as she said, to tell Jiang Xingzhou about the love letter and put a perfect end to her university life.
This has long become her obsession.
From this perspective, Jiang Xingzhou is a complete grudge, and has been used as a tool.
Jiang Xingzhou felt a little numb and still couldn't connect the beauty in front of him with the extremely ugly words on the letter.
But he still felt that he was quite wronged. Why didn't Zhao Feiyun contact him directly through private messages, but insisted on making him appear at the party in this way? Not only did he have to deal with people, but he also spent nearly two hundred more.
It’s not a major event that cannot be explained clearly.
He said "Oh" expressionlessly: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"Eh? Wait." Zhao Feiyun was a little confused. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Jiang Xingzhou was screaming in his heart, I just matched your name with your face today, I didn't know you before, what the hell can I say? You said the handwriting on your love letter is really ugly, is it time to practice your handwriting
No matter how frantic he was inside, Jiang Xingzhou still put on a decent appearance. Thinking of what they had said at the dinner table before, Zhao Feiyun was going to enter the entertainment industry, so he smiled slightly and said in an official manner, "I wish you a smooth career in the entertainment industry."
"No," Zhao Feiyun said anxiously, "I mean the other things from the past. Did you have no thoughts about me after reading my love letters?"
After all, she truly loved him at first, but she never received any response after sending him the love letter. She had been observing Jiang Xingzhou for a long time, but she never saw him even look at her.
There wasn't even any movement of inquiry or curiosity.
This is very hurtful.
Now that she has let it go, she still wants to know what Jiang Xingzhou felt after reading the letter.
But Jiang Xingzhou's attitude was like a second injury.
At the same time, she also strengthened her determination to know Jiang Xingzhou's thoughts.
From now on, she will completely enter the entertainment industry and draw a line between herself and the past. This is probably the last time she will see Jiang Xingzhou, and it is also her last chance to resolve her doubts.
Although she has let it go over the years, she still feels it is a burden on her mind.
Let’s make the final decision today.
Jiang Xingzhou had a face full of question marks.
I have ideas.
He didn't even read that letter back then.
Zhao Feiyun in front of him was staring at him blankly, waiting for a result. In such hot weather, Jiang Xingzhou even felt that he was sweating.
It turns out that you should never underestimate the oppression brought by women.
"Ci Ci, I'm so nervous. The ticket purchase will start in 20 minutes. I'm so excited. What if I can't get a ticket?" The waiter not far away was still on the phone.
Jiang Xingzhou's brain was rapidly filtering through various response methods, and it almost crashed on the spot.
"Jiang Xingzhou?" Zhao Feiyun reminded him.
Jiang Xingzhou, in line with the principle of never seeing anyone again, decisively gave up on himself and said, "I have no idea."
Zhao Feiyun: "... You are really... real." It's not enough to lie to her and make her happy.
After getting the answer, Zhao Feiyun felt relieved.
Then she changed to a melon-eating attitude and asked, "Can I ask you why? What kind do you like?"
Jiang Xingzhou frowned slightly. Why did Zhao Feiyun talk so much? It was a good thing that he didn't read the letter that year.
However, could he tell Zhao Feiyun such a private matter
The key is that he himself doesn’t know what type he likes. Everything is possible before he meets the right person.
"There's no reason. If I don't have any idea, I don't need a reason. Just like your liking for me, I don't think there's any reason either. The most I can think of is that my face is okay."
"You're wrong. I like you for a reason, and it's not because of your face."
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned.
Are there any other flashes of his that he doesn't know about that were discovered by Zhao Feiyun
"You helped me change dorms when the second year started."
"Ah—" I can't remember.
Jiang Xingzhou vaguely felt that such an experience had indeed occurred to him, but he had long forgotten the details, and had no idea who he was helping.
It was just a very convenient way to help.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Feiyun remembered it and even fell in love with him because of it.
Jiang Xingzhou felt something was mysterious.
It turns out that girls are all about details.
But at the same time, he still felt that it was his face that played a role. After all, since ancient times, those who are good-looking would repay their loved ones with their bodies in return for saving their lives, while those who are not good-looking would be forced to work like slaves in the next life.
"Then what kind do you like?" Zhao Feiyun asked again.
Jiang Xingzhou became a little impatient.
He glanced at Zhao Feiyun and asked instead of answering, "How tall are you?"
Zhao Feiyun didn't understand and replied, "I'm 1.71 meters tall."
Jiang Xingzhou: "Sorry, I'm only 1.8 meters tall. I like people who are at least 20 centimeters taller than me, so..."
He didn't finish what he said, but Zhao Feiyun understood what he meant and just felt it was perfunctory.
Zhao Feiyun: “…”
"Ah, no more talking. I have to practice the ticket grabbing process again. Cici, bye~" the waiter's voice came again.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't give Zhao Feiyun any more chances, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
The sun was still quite strong outside. Jiang Xingzhou raised his hand to block the sunlight, lowered his head to open the taxi app, and prepared to call a car.
When I came out now, I felt a little dizzy.
It was already past three in the afternoon when I got home.
Song Ci just came out of the room and was stunned when she saw Jiang Xingzhou with a ruddy face and confused eyes.
After a closer look, it seemed to be the symptoms of drinking. Combined with the voice I heard on the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was not a cold or fever.
The few times Jiang Xingzhou heard "ci ci" in the restaurant were actually Song Dynasty porcelain.
The waiter was one of her few Internet friends—Liang Ting.
The tickets for Bai Yao's concert go on sale at 2:45 p.m. Liang Ting was afraid she wouldn't be able to get them, so she anxiously called her for comfort.
Naturally, he also heard Jiang Xingzhou's voice coming from the phone, as well as another female voice calling Jiang Xingzhou, and thus confirmed that it was Jiang Xingzhou himself.
Naturally, I heard a lot of conversations between Jiang Xingzhou and the girl.
Even when Jiang Xingzhou said at the end that he liked people who were at least 20 centimeters taller than him, she inappropriately remembered her own height, which was 1.63 meters.
Fortunately, the height difference between me and Jiang Xingzhou is within 20 centimeters.
The next second after she came to this conclusion, she felt extremely embarrassed. How could she put herself in the situation's shoes
Fortunately, Liang Ting hung up the phone quickly and didn't hear what Jiang Xingzhou said afterwards, but it gave her time to calm down.
At 2:45, she was squatting at the ticket entrance on time to help Liang Ting get a ticket.
In fact, she wanted to go, but a concert ticket cost several thousand yuan, plus the travel expenses, hotel accommodation, and food for those two days, it would cost at least nearly ten thousand yuan, which her savings could not afford.
However, Liang Ting has been a daughter since she was young. The restaurant is one of the businesses owned by her family. She only works in her restaurant for three days and rests for two days during the summer vacation.
She could certainly afford a mere concert.
Song Ci couldn't help feeling a little envious, but he still tried his best to help Liang Ting get the tickets.
This was the first star-chasing friend she made on the Internet. They have kept in touch for three years and have often exchanged voice calls like this.
Liang Ting is the one she is most comfortable with among all her friends.
She cherishes this relationship very much.
I just didn't expect that the two people's addresses were so close to each other.
Song Ci didn't think Jiang Xingzhou would go too far to drink.
In the past, they had only exchanged the names of cities and were excited about being in the same city. However, in order to maintain privacy, neither of them went on to say the specific address.
That's why I was shocked to find the two of them so close today.
Song Ci was somewhat happy, somewhat expectant, but also somewhat worried.
Song Ci and Jiang Xingzhou said, "I just sent you a message, but you didn't reply, so I left the room first."
Ever since that incident, the two of them would warn each other before coming out of the room.
It’s just that Jiang Xingzhou felt a little uncomfortable in the taxi today, so he didn’t check the news and missed it. Song Ci made the decision first.
Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, trying to sober himself up, and apologized: "Sorry, I was feeling a little uncomfortable and didn't read the news. Sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you." Song Ci waved her hands quickly.
She added: "I have to go out to pick up the package now, can you do it alone?"
She felt that Jiang Xingzhou was already a little drunk, so she asked worriedly.
Jiang Xingzhou shook his head, leaned against the wall and sat down on the sofa: "It's okay, you go get the package first, I'll handle it myself."
I didn't expect that the aftereffects of drinking were so strong. It was really a miracle that I could stay in the hotel with Zhao Feifei and answer so many questions.
Song Ci was still a little worried, but seeing Jiang Xingzhou frowning and not wanting her to intervene, she had to give up: "Then I'll go get the express, you take care of yourself at home."
Hearing this, Jiang Xingzhou laughed softly.
Why do I feel like these words are like a wife getting ready to go out telling her husband to be obedient at home and wait for her to come back
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Jiang Xingzhou raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a helpless smile.