Breaking up with Zhao Yanmo was on the way back from Xiuchun Street.
Zhao Yanmo called and complained to Xiang Yu, saying that her early departure caused him to lose a lot of face.
Xiang Yu took a deep breath of the moist night wind, but the words he spit out were soft, even with some compassionate tenderness: "Zhao Yanmo, let's break up."
She didn't say that the breakup was not because of tantrums, nor did she tell him what made her feel that the relationship could not continue.
Zhao Yanmo also called several times and hung up on Xiang Yu.
Even if she was careful, Zhao Yanmo gave her unhappy and unhappy things in this relationship, and she wanted to give it back.
That kind of plot is not often seen in old TV dramas:
The villain points the protagonist with a sword or a gun, first laughs in the sky, and then says "I'll let you die today"!
The consequence of doing so is usually that the villain is killed.
So Xiang Yu always felt that the villains died too much and were not cruel enough.
Why let people die to understand
I don't understand, isn't it more frustrating
The air was full of dampness after the rain, and Xiang Yu's backpack was supported by the graduation certificate with sharp corners. Every time he took a step, the sharp corners would poke at his waist.
She was holding a black shirt in her arms, and she could vaguely smell the faint agarwood left on the fabric.
The man said, "Sit on a cushion, the ground is cool".
She let go after saying that, the shirt fell on her knees and arms with warm body temperature.
It was also at that time that the man's phone rang again, and he just walked away with a cigarette in his mouth.
Of course, Xiang Yu didn't really use his shirt to sit on, and he was quite inexplicable about his behavior.
She thought that he would probably come back after answering the phone and talk about the purpose of his move.
Human behavior should have a purpose, right
Just like Zhao Yanmo hangs out with his friends every day, in order to seek a future in the imperial city.
And she chose to break up because they understood "effort" and "love" differently.
But Xiang Yu waited for a long time with his shirt in his arms, but the man didn't come back.
He actually gave this shirt to a stranger casually
Just because you want strangers to sit on cushions
Later, Xiang Yu thought in confusion in his lower abdominal cramps, maybe this action to him is as common as feeding a ham sausage to a stray cat that burrowed out of the grass
But the shirt is not ham after all, and the logo embroidered inside the neckline shows the price.
After returning to the dormitory, Xiang Yu caught a cold during his menstrual period and developed a fever.
For a few days, her body temperature was 38 degrees, and she sent all her roommates away in the high fever. In such a weak body temperature, she dreamed of a man who handed her a shirt once.
When she subsided her high fever in a daze, all the emotions about Zhao Yanmo were also subsided.
There is only one regret that I don't want to admit:
If it wasn't for the breakup and dysmenorrhea that night, she might have felt a long-lost heartbeat.
Zhao Yanmo has been making phone calls tirelessly, and he has also posted a lot of lengthy comments on WeChat.
Just waiting for Xiang Yu to charge the phone and seeing the missed call notification message, it has been several days.
A question was repeatedly mentioned in WeChat. Zhao Yanmo asked Xiang Yu if it was true that he had brought him to see Tang Yuchi.
Xiang Yu deleted Zhao Yanmo and dialed a video to go out.
It was to send Xiao Tang Yuchi.
Tang Yuchi is a second-generation pure rich, not a small rich like Xiangyu, but he is really rich.
Since kindergarten, I have been carrying a first-line big-name schoolbag.
The video was quickly picked up, and Tang Yuchi's milk dog face appeared on the phone screen.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his venomous character was exposed: "I called you twice but turned it off. I thought you were so lost in love that you couldn't think about it, and you've already died."
Xiang Yu smiled: "How can you not think about it so much."
Tang Yuchi snorted on the phone, not forgetting to hurt her across the Pacific Ocean: "I really think so, why did you choose Zhao Yanmo in the first place? It doesn't look reliable."
After a few seconds, he warned again, "The points are all divided, don't think about eating back, Zhao Yanmo won't stop these days, right? Are you in a hurry to contact you? Just ignore him."
Xiang Yu thought of the questioning in Zhao Yanmo's message, and suddenly laughed: "I'm not in a hurry to contact me, maybe he wants to see you more."
At the end of this relationship, those who missed calls and messages from ex-boyfriends who wanted to "retain" did not know whether it was Xiang Yu or Xiang Yu's interpersonal relationship.
Tang Yuchi laughed for a long time after hearing this, and couldn't hide his gloating: "People like Zhao Yanmo have been brainwashed by poisonous chicken soup like 'university is society' and 'connections are more important than hard work', I told you earlier already."
"I told you to study hard, but you haven't heard of it. You haven't been thrown to the other side of the ocean."
"When do you want to mention the old things?"
Tang Yuchi refused to talk about the fact that he got 200 points in the college entrance examination and was thrown abroad by his parents. He simply changed the subject, "I think you are quite comfortable with a broken love, and you know how to buy a famous brand for yourself?"
Xiang Yu followed Tang Yuchi's gaze and looked behind him, and saw the black shirt hanging on the hanger.
The traces of life in the bedroom were almost removed, and the shirts were hanging on the tin cabinet door, which was quite conspicuous.
She felt guilty for the owner of this shirt. After all, it was them who broke up, but she and Zhao Yanmo were both unscathed.
Only that strange man showed a touch of warmth on that rainy night, but he lost a five-figure shirt in vain.
"Pick it up." Xiang Yu ignored the emotions of all parties that night and downplayed it.
Tang Yuchi asked Xiang Yu what her plans were for her graduation. She thought about it and said that she would go play around first.
The boyfriend is gone, and the graduation trip is more comfortable alone.
Tang Yuchi gave her a thumbs up in the video, and it's a pity that she can't go back to China to go sightseeing with her.
For nearly a month after graduation, Xiang Yu walked around with a suitcase and became a tourist in every city.
There are many ways to travel, sometimes by train, sometimes by plane, and also by bus.
Near the end of the journey, the admission tickets for the attractions plus the air tickets and train tickets fill a folder.
The last stop in Changsha, the aerial image of the torrential rain submerging the head of Juzizhou has already made news.
Due to the inconvenience of transportation, Xiang Yuwo stayed in the hotel for a few days, and was unable to appreciate the elegance of the Xiangjiang River. He only ate several meals in a row at a nearby restaurant with high praise and ranking.
There is a dish in the restaurant, a thick bone soup pot on an alcohol stove, and the side dish is actually hibiscus flowers.
The pink hibiscus flowers are placed in the bone broth and scalded into white with boiling water, which has a unique taste.
The taste is obsessive.
Xiang Yu didn't know at that time that another existence that fascinated her would appear in this city swept away by the rainstorm.
On the last day, Xiang Yu had eaten hibiscus flowers soaked in bone broth, and took a taxi to the train station with a small suitcase.
The train station was full of people. After finally passing the security check, he looked up at the time sign, only to see the red prompts all over the screen.
The trains were delayed from 10 to 18 hours, including the train she was going to take.
She was startled, and squeezed in the crowd to ask the staff again. She was told that the delay time was uncertain because of the heavy rain.
Xiang Yu was stunned for a few minutes before he remembered to call the airport.
The staff at the airport politely said that the flights to the Imperial City are all delayed today, and the flights are likely to be cancelled.
She was trapped in an unfamiliar city with continuous rainstorms. She had no choice but to find a hotel to stay.
There are no vacancies in the nearby hotels, and even the room she left in the afternoon has been re-checked in by customers. Only one luxury five-star hotel still has a room.
Xiang Yu took a taxi, and after getting out of the car, taking his luggage and entering the hotel lobby, he was drenched in soup.
She was wearing a white suspender dress. After being soaked by the rain, the thin fabric showed patterns of underwear.
There were a lot of people standing at the front desk of the hotel, and Xiang Yu was a little worried that the remaining rooms would be full, so he couldn't help but be anxious.
She flipped through the suitcase a few times, pulled out a piece of clothing, put it on, and walked quickly into the check-in line.
Standing still in the crowd, Xiang Yu realized that what he was casually putting on was the black shirt given by the stranger.
Xiang Yu looked down at the clothes on her body and was a little stunned. The previous check-in customers had already left. She reacted and hurriedly looked down at her ID card.
The woman in the work uniform at the front desk apologized slightly: "Sorry, we don't have any spare rooms now."
No one noticed that a man in a nightgown raised the partition door of the front desk, walked into the front desk familiarly, and leaned beside him with a cigarette.
Xiang Yu held her ID card and raised her eyes nervously, her bangs wet by the rain had already been lifted up by her, revealing a smooth forehead.
Her eyes were innocent and dazed.
The moment Xiang Yu looked up, Jin Fubai, who was leaning on the front desk, remembered the scene of the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean":
The raft floated in the foggy sea in the middle of the night, and the mermaid quietly emerged from the water, with sea water on her face, her eyes full of innocent innocence, but she was terribly charming.
Xiang Yu was in the predicament of having no room to live in and didn't know how to react for a while.
On the contrary, the staff at the front desk was startled by the figure beside him when he turned his head, his face flushed, and he pointed at the sign "Non-staff are prohibited from entering" and persuaded respectfully: "Mr. Jin, why are you coming in again. "
"Inspect work for your boss," said the man.
Xiang Yu was still right about the status quo, unconsciously following the staff's line of sight, and set his eyes on the man in the nightgown.
He is also looking at her.
The man looked at her, slowly stuffed a small piece of something into the cigarette, lit it, and exhaled white smoke.
When he stared at people, his eyes were full of affection, as if he was about to touch the back of her head and kiss her in the next second.
Later, Xiang Yu saw a discussion post about "scumbags" on the Internet.
Some people say that there is a charming look in the eyes of scumbags, and everyone is equally affectionate.
Xiang Yu was convinced.
It's just that she didn't recognize it at the moment. The man who squinted at her through the smoke in front of her was the owner of the shirt she was wearing.