After Li Fang left, Fu Nanli stood in front of the French window smoking, his eyes full of mystery.
Finally, he whispered "liar", his tone full of helplessness, yet with a bit of inexplicable doting.
He asked Lao Hu to drive to the alley where she lived, pick her up and take her to Xiaotangshan for dinner.
Then he looked at the person next to him. She had fair skin, delicate and bright facial features, and a slender, white swan neck. Because it was so white, the blue veins on her neck were clearly visible. He wanted to bite her hard and scold her for being so audacious.
In the end, he couldn't bear to let her go and touched her head. "Where did you say we first met?"
Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him anxiously: "Why...why are you asking this?"
Fu Nanli leaned his elbows on the back of the chair and played with the hair on her shoulders boredly: "Ask."
Wen Qiao asked cautiously: "Have you...recovered your memory recently?"
My breathing became a little stagnant.
Fu Nanli closed his eyes slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "No."
Wen Qiao didn't know whether she should be relieved or uneasy, she could only continue to tell the lies she had long ago made up: "It was...it was a rainy day, I was walking on the side of the road, and your car drove by quickly, splashing water all over me, so I chased after the car and came to argue with you."
Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then I fell in love with you at first sight, right?"
Wen Qiao gritted his teeth and said shamelessly: "I think so."
Why did she have to tell such an unspeakable lie a second time
Life is so hard.
Looking up at Fu Nanli again, the smile on his face was somewhat meaningful. Wen Qiao touched his neck uncomfortably: "Why are you asking this?"
"After all, I have no memory of that time. You said it once, and I forgot it. I want to hear you say it again."
Somehow, the way Wen Qiao looked at him always gave off a feeling of 'I'll just watch you talk nonsense quietly'.
She must have been thinking too much. If a man like Fu Nanli really recovered his memory, why would he need to pretend to be nice to her? With his power and status, it would only take him a few words to make her fall from grace.
There is a fixed project at the end of the semester at the Central Conservatory of Music, which is to organize students to go to the front of the Yip Fu Building of the school. Each student goes to the rooftop and shouts out his or her wishes for the coming year, the troubles in life, or anything else they want to say.
Today is the day for freshman students to shout from the rooftop.
Lu Youyou held Wen Qiao's arm and pouted: "What are you going to shout later?"
Wen Qiao shrugged: "The folk music department is getting better and better."
Lu Youyou curled her lips: "So official."
"So what are you going to say?"
Lu Youyou chuckled and said, "I hope I can find a way out of being single in the New Year."
The person who was shouting on the rooftop was Xu Lu, "I hope that in the new year, I can become the pride of CAFM, and I hope CAFM will get better and better."
There was applause from the audience.
Xu Lu was standing on the rooftop. She could see Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan was standing at the back, with several people between him and Wen Qiao. His eyes were always on Wen Qiao.
There were so many people applauding her, but there was no one named Zhuang Yan among them, so everything was meaningless.
After Xu Lu, several people went up and shared their wishes about love.
After all, premature love is prohibited in high school, but once you enter college, this constraint is gone. Twenty years old, young and beautiful, is the best time to fall in love.
It was Zhuang Yan's turn. He was wearing a brown-gray plaid horn-button coat, looking like a young master from a European aristocratic school.
(End of this chapter)