One Life, One Incarnation – Beautiful Bones

Chapter 10: Past lives of this life (verse 4)

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The latter has opened the door for her.

Unexpectedly, once by chance, I would meet a different person after supper. Including this kind of temperament and style, as well as such cars and private drivers. Although she was curious, she was not embarrassed to ask him, only after the car drove out of the parking lot, she took a closer look at the driver.

The person in the driver's seat seems to be about fifty years old, his hands holding the steering wheel are very stable, his hands are wearing gloves, and he is also wearing a well-fabricated suit with exquisite details. It looks more like someone who has been used for many years.

As the car was driving all the way, the old driver only asked if he needed water.

Zhou Shengchen refused.

It's really quiet, I should use my spare time to look at him, thinking, always have to say something: "You look like a very important person you just met?" Zhou Shengchen nodded: "A few elders."

It's time to nod.

He can answer any topic in one sentence without any extension.

She turned to look out of the car window and couldn't help laughing.

Zhou Shengchen, you are such a weird person. Fortunately, I don't care.

She has been in this city for so long and has not been to the restaurant for dinner tonight.

It should be said that it is an individual hospital.

Some people waited early, some led the way and served tea, and some even added incense and cut candles outside the screen, offering food and shop lights.

She became more curious, looked at the figure passing through the screen, and whispered: "It's very midnight, have we strayed into some illusion?"

"I just guessed that people who like to read Sanyan Erpai books should like this kind of place."

She laughed: "I really like it, but Sanyan Erpai is a collection of novels. There is nothing to show off. Some people like to read modern styles, and some like ancient styles, but they have different tastes."

Zhou Shengchen's eyes have shining waves: "Sometimes, I will find that you and me are similar."

"for example?"

He said frankly: "I like to collect Wu Ge's embroidery."

Shi Yi was a little dumb, looked at him for a while, couldn't help but smile, turned his head and continued to look at the figure outside the screen: "This is different, OK? Your hobby... is very special."

If you change it to Hong Xiaoyu, you will definitely feel that the name "Wu Ge" is so elegant.

But she knows more. For example, Wu Ge is mostly elegant lewd poems and boudoir poems. Therefore, although it is not much different from the time when the Book of Songs appeared, but... In short, it will never appear in the textbooks of the student days.

She coughed slightly and changed the subject: "Will you usually do those experiments, will it be very hard?"

"Fortunately," he said, "it depends on what direction it is. There are very few girls in my place."

"why?"

"Very hard."

Asking more deeply, it will be a dialogue between the layman and the insider. She is very fascinated and did not continue to ask.

When it came time to really eat supper, the two did not have much language to communicate, but they did not appear embarrassed.

No words to eat, no words to sleep. It's her habit since childhood.

It sounds very educated, but in the eyes of many relatives in the family, it is very weird. For example, during New Year's and holidays, adults are always accustomed to arranging teenage children to eat at a small round table, and she is the only one who finishes the meal quietly and drank the soup.

Then, put down the bowl and chopsticks and sit in the same place, sit quietly, and wait for everyone to finish before leaving the table.

At first, she would be praised for being sensible, but gradually she became a "weird" in the mouth of cousins, and she was also regarded as a very arrogant little girl in private.

At that time, she didn't know how to be smooth.

Later, when I grow up, I always have to adapt to this society. For example, in the school cafeteria, I always have to cooperate with the girls while eating and chatting. After work, I also have to accompany others to chat with others during dinner occasionally during social gatherings.

It's really the first time after so many years that I have met someone who has the same habits as myself.

And the happiest person is Zhou Shengchen.

During the whole meal, he personally used the wooden chopsticks in the pastry box to give her a piece of drunk crab paste, and then switched to his own chopsticks to continue eating. Shi Yi smiled at him, and suddenly felt that this picture was very familiar. Many memories have long been shattered, but his every move made her feel familiar.

At some time in the past, at a certain place, there must have been such a scene.

Zhou Shengchen sent her to the residential area and did not let the driver enter by car. Instead, he got out of the car and walked her downstairs, saying: "I will travel back and forth between Zhenjiang and Shanghai in the past three months."

"Zhenjiang?"

"Yes, Zhenjiang, is it weird?"

"No, my father's ancestral home is Zhenjiang," she laughed. "Although he doesn't go back much, he still feels cordial when he hears this place name."

He laughed: "It's a coincidence."

"Yes, it's a coincidence," she thought for a while, and asked curiously, "Is it still not used to using a personal cell phone?"

"Not very used to it," he laughed, "the number on your phone, you can find me at any time."

She nodded.

Then, both of them were quiet.

The security guard on night shift was sitting in the lobby. He knew such a big beauty Shiyi, but it was the first time he saw her with a man, and he couldn't help but curiously look at this place with his eyes.

"I'm gone?" Finally, it's time to speak first.

"OK, bye."

When she turned around and looked for the door card from her schoolbag, the door opened with a beep. She was taken aback, and she was stunned when she heard the voice of the security guard coming out of the glass door, beckoning her to enter the door.

Shi Yi suddenly turned around, looked at him, and said again: "I'm leaving."

She even imagined how reluctant her expression was.

Zhou Shengchen showed his face slightly: "Goodbye."

She saved the number, but never looked for him.

She thought that she should still be concerned about the "fiancee" she had heard by chance. In her life for more than two decades, from a child to an ordinary woman, she at least learned to recognize reality.

Her wish was to see him again.

Even this one-in-a-million-probability wish has been fulfilled by her.