Entrance to Building A of IFC Mall.
He looked down at his watch, then looked up again, and a black shadow whizzed past him, bringing with it a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, the black shadow stumbled back.
A wet hand reached out, quickly and swiftly covered his mouth, and pushed him hard against the wall next to him.
Feng Ning's heart was still beating violently. She huddled under the stranger's shoulder and motionless, breathing secretly, and wiped the water droplets from her face with the back of her hand.
Then a few security guards came over, shouting, and she looked around. She subconsciously hugged the waist of the person in front of her tighter.
They stopped for a while and then chased in another direction.
A faint citrus scent wafted to her nose, and Feng Ning belatedly raised her head to look at the person whose mouth she had covered tightly.
He is so tall.
Her eyes moved upwards and her breathing paused.
The face in front of her was very close to hers. Short black hair, light eyelashes, and a small brown mole next to the eyebrow were clearly visible. A pair of misty eyes, with long and upturned tails, reflected the pouring rain outside, which was indescribably confusing.
Feng Ning's hands softened.
It all happened so fast that the dazed boy finally recovered from the shock of being molested and pushed her away as if he had been electrocuted.
"Shh, don't shout, they haven't gone far yet." Feng Ning blocked his lips with his index finger, looked around, and hurriedly explained: "I'm not a bad person, I was just graffitiing nearby and was chased by the security guards here."
She had just run in from the rain, her whole body and hair were soaked. The dark blue eyeshadow was smudged on her eyelids, the skull necklace on her chest was showing off, there were silver earrings on her ears, and there was a band-aid on her chin, and blood could be vaguely seen.
In silence, the boy lowered his head, glanced at his wet coat, and frowned in disgust. The little girl seemed to be indifferent, looking at him with a look that said, "I am a gangster and I am afraid of no one."
He looked at her as if she were a pile of junk. With his usual contempt, he unzipped his coat, took it off without hesitation, and threw it on the ground.
This man looked superior, looking down on people from top to bottom. Echoing the luxury store sign above his head, he was just as noble and cool.
Feng Ning wanted to laugh, but she held it back. She glanced at the brand-name jacket that was discarded at her feet like trash, and said calmly, "Handsome guy, do you have such a bad temper?"
The boy restrained himself and answered coldly, yes.
"Okay, if you don't want it, just use it as a raincoat for me." Feng Ning had developed a thick skin since he was a child. He was neither embarrassed nor stiff. He bent down very calmly, picked up the clothes, and raised his hands with joy, "Hehe, thank you."
He glanced at her, not wanting to talk anymore. He took out his headphones and put them on with a blank expression.
Jiang Yuyun, wearing a windbreaker, swiped her card to sign the bill at the counter. Yi Qiao twirled the car keys with her fingers and told a joke she had heard from someone else yesterday.
These two were famous socialites in South City. Several salesmen listened to them scolding others in a sarcastic way. They were used to it and packed their things quickly.
"Arthur will be returning home soon, you know."
"Hmm." Jiang Yuyun paused and raised her eyebrows, "So?"
"This bastard got drunk at someone's birthday party yesterday and said he couldn't forget you. It was so funny. His girlfriend in LA was almost pissed off to death. Today, she's asking around to find out who you are."
The transparent glass door slid open to both sides, and the two walked out. Jiang Yuyun swayed gracefully in her C-brand high heels and snorted coldly, "It's none of my business. Those guys really think they are a piece of cake."
Yi Qiao stretched her neck to peek at the boy not far away. Jiang Yuyun saw her and glared at her, "My brother just started high school."
"Tsk, what are you thinking? I'm not that crazy!" Yi Qiao pretended to be angry and squeezed her friend's shoulder. "But your brother is really handsome. He is worthy of being a member of your Jiang family. How many girls' hearts will he break when he grows up?"
Jiang Yuyun snorted from the bottom of her throat, "He has a fragile heart." She added, "You may not know this, but when he was a child, my mother went to the mountains to have his fortune told. The Taoist priest said that my brother's life would be smooth sailing, except for his love tribulation."
Yi Qiao smiled, "Love tribulation? Which woman can bear to hurt him?"
"Xiao Wen, let's go." Jiang Yuyun walked over, took off her sunglasses, looked her brother up and down, and said in surprise, "Hey, where are your clothes?"
Jiang Wen pulled off one of his earphone cords and answered absentmindedly, "I met a female hooligan."
The female gangster returned home happily.
Qi Lan's eyes fell on her daughter who was soaking wet. "What's wrong with you?"
"I didn't bring an umbrella when I went out to play today." Feng Ning politely greeted the aunt at the card table, wiped his long hair with a towel, and stood beside her to look at her cards.
Aunt Li glanced at her and asked, "Have you got your results, Xiaoning? How did you do in the exam?"
Amid the crisp sound of mahjong, Feng Ning smiled and replied, "Not bad."
"What school is it?"
"Qi Tak."
"Oh, Qi De? So amazing!" Aunt Li praised her for her bright future and sighed exaggeratedly, "If my son could be half as good as Xiao Ning, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
Qi Lan flipped out an eight-tube card, laughed, and pretended to be modest, "Then you have never seen her disobeying. I am really worried about her."
"Yes, Sister Lan has worked so hard over the years. I don't know how relieved she must be to see her daughter succeed so well."
Feng Ning's father died early, and Qi Lan and he were not locals, so the widowed mother and orphan had no relatives to turn to. Fearing that her young daughter would suffer, Qi Lan took Feng Ning with her and refused to remarry. She worked in a beauty salon, sold clothes, and did everything in sales. She finally managed to raise her until she was in junior high school, and she used the money she saved to open a mahjong parlor, and her life was better.
Feng Ning said with a playful smile, "Mom, take your time beating me. I'm going to take a shower."
Qi Lan took the time to look up and shouted, "By the way, Auntie has something to do today, remember to go to the kitchen and help with dinner."
After cleaning up, Feng Ning returned to the room, humming a song as usual, and opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.
I lay on the stage and looked around for a while. After the summer rain, the leaves of the grapevines were green and dripping, the cicadas were chirping at the top of their lungs, and the old man in the next yard was fanning himself with his eyes narrowed in a rocking chair under the shade of the tree.
She moved half a frozen watermelon from the refrigerator in the kitchen.
Lying comfortably on the bay window, eating watermelon, browsing Taobao, and surfing the Internet, Feng Ning suddenly thought of the coat he had found for free. Feng Ning went to the specialty store to search for the same model in a very petty-bourgeois manner.
The moment the price on the webpage was refreshed, she was so excited that she almost dropped her phone on her face. She knew that famous brands were expensive, but she didn't expect them to be so expensive!
Feng Ning smacked his lips, thinking that the pampered young master was really rich.
The big yellow dog jumped up, wagging its tail, whimpered, and curled up in the corner. She closed the webpage and sent a WeChat message to Shuangyao.
Feng Ning: Hurry up and tell Xiao Zhao that it's his birthday tomorrow and Sister Ning will give him a big gift.
Shuangyao: You also said you would give him a big gift last year, but you ended up giving him a bottle of Blue Moon - -!
Feng Ning: Do you still remember it now
Shuangyao: The main reason is that you are too stingy. When Xiao Zhao got home, he found that his mother and he were carrying the same laundry detergent. The two of them stared at each other, and his mother even said that it was distributed by your mahjong hall. . .
Feng Ning rolled over with laughter, and Beibei jumped into his arms and rubbed against him.
Turning over, she freed her hands to stroke the furry dog's head, and typed while lying on her stomach: It just happened that the mahjong hall was giving gifts to old customers, so I picked one by the way to tease him. Don't worry, in order to make up for the psychological trauma Xiao Zhao suffered last year, this year's birthday gift I want him to kneel down and call me dad!
Summer vacation passed by especially quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the day to report. In the summer in South City, the sun was right overhead, the sky was blue, and the heat was rolling.
The corridor was crowded with people, men and women, teachers and students.
Jiang Wen was wearing a very thin polo shirt, with one hand in his pocket, leaning against the door.
On a hot summer day, his short hair was a little wet with sweat, and there were tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. His extremely handsome features were particularly eye-catching in the bustling crowd, and from time to time, girls passing by could not help but take a few more glances at him, and then whispered to each other.
After being watched like this for a long time, the young master got a little angry, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Fuck, you bitch, you are wearing such a sexy outfit in such a serious campus, what are you trying to do!"
The female voice answered without any scruples, lazily, "Why worry about it? Just take care of yourself."
Jiang Wen listened to a few words and inexplicably felt that the voice sounded familiar. He subconsciously turned his head, but saw a completely unfamiliar face.
At this time, the girl turned her head completely. She was chatting and laughing with others with her schoolbag slung over one shoulder, her eyebrows and eyes slightly raised, and the bandage on her chin made her look particularly wild.
After looking at it for two seconds, he remembered.
Little girl on a rainy day.
She took off her heavy makeup, revealing a white face with delicate features. She looked extremely beautiful at first glance. She was wearing a light-colored tank top that was low-cut and had a very thin waist. She was wearing a pleated skirt of the same color and sandals. Her straight legs were exposed to the air, and the arched curve showed off a sexiness that was not typical of her peers.
Before he could come to his senses, Feng Ning noticed him. Jiang Wen immediately turned his eyes away and looked elsewhere.
She was slightly surprised and hesitated for two seconds, then her eyes widened and she grinned, "Wow! What a coincidence, handsome guy, I didn't expect to run into you here, do you remember me?"
Jiang Wen didn't smile at her warm greeting. He just pretended not to hear her and didn't even look at her.
Just as the person he was waiting for came out, he nudged the wall with his elbows and stood up straight. With an expression that looked like he liked to look at people with his chin, he walked past her indifferently and walked away.
Zhao Binlin was used to this kind of situation. He put his arm around Jiang Wen's shoulders and turned around to smile at them, "Girls, my brother is hard to hook up with. Remember to change your way of chatting up next time."
Feng Ning rolled his eyes in his heart, but still smiled, "I understand."
When they walked away, Shuang Yao's eyes lit up and she slapped her on the back, "How did you know him? Tell the truth!"
Feng Ning almost fell down, holding onto the wall, he turned back and glared: "Be gentle! What do you mean by knowing each other? Do you think we know each other?"
Shuang Yao pushed her forward, "I just quickly identified his outfit. My god, it hurts my self-esteem if he looks at me for one more second."
"Why?"
"Because it's written all over his body that I'm rich and noble, and you ugly bastard don't deserve it."
"That's awesome! You even rhymed it!" Feng Ning laughed and lowered his voice, "By the way, do you remember the dress I wanted to give to Xiao Zhao?"
Shuang Yao suddenly realized, "He is the rich young master you mentioned?!"
"That's right." Feng Ning sighed deeply, "It's him. Not only does he have a serious prince syndrome, but he's also a spendthrift boy."
Shuang Yao sighed, "It's a pity that he is so handsome, but you are sick or not, you talk as if people like to pay attention to you."
"Really? How about I make a bet with you?" Feng Ning stretched out his index finger in a rogue manner and shook it left and right, "One month."
Shuangyao hummed in confusion.
"I can handle him in a month."
Shuang Yao had nothing to say. She touched her forehead with the back of her hand, and hesitated to speak, "... You don't have a fever. Think about whether you deserve it first."
"Do you think I'm bragging to you?" Feng Ning looked ahead and said slowly, "I don't know how many boys I've seen who pretend to be disdainful of me but are actually just putting on an act."
She leaned against the railing, crossed her hands behind her head, let the wind mess up her skirt, and smiled arrogantly, "He just looked at me and was distracted, why are you pretending."