Lanshan didn't expect to meet Su Luo in the beauty salon. This girl looked good today, at least better than the kind of despair she had seen when she met her two times before. It seems she should have figured it out.
Well, that's right, she's a pretty girl with a good temperament, so she can't hang herself on a man.
Lanshan greeted her, "What a coincidence."
Su Luo shook his head and smiled at her, "Unfortunately, I came here on purpose to wait for you."
The blue shirt was inexplicable. She didn't know what the caller meant. She smiled and replied, "If you want to buy a car, just make a phone call."
"I don't plan to change cars at the moment. I came here to talk to you."
Lanshan felt even more strange, except for the topic of buying a car, she didn't think she could have anything to talk with Su Luo. She looked at Su Luo with some embarrassment, and said, "I'm going to do a spa, and I'm not used to having people other than masseurs present."
Su Luo smiled like a spring breeze, "It doesn't matter, I happen to have to take care of it too. When you are done, let's go to the opposite cafe to sit down and talk."
The blue shirt had to nod his head.
After she came out of the spa, she saw that Su Luo was already waiting for her. The two went to the cafe opposite.
In the eyes of Lanshan, Su Luo belongs to the kind of girl who is not bad at all but is definitely not easy to serve. It is estimated that she is used to men. In short, she can stay away. She doesn't buy her car, so she doesn't bother to serve her.
So Lanshan said, "Ms. Su, let's open the skylight and speak up. If you have anything to do with me today, please tell me directly."
Su Luo's sitting posture is very upright and his posture is very elegant. It looks very comfortable in the eyes of people. When the waiter brought the coffee and put it in front of her, he couldn't help but glance at her more.
She looked at Lanshan with sincerity, "I just wanted to remind you kindly, don't have any illusions about Song Zicheng, he is not something you can hold down."
Lanshan finally understood. But isn't it? The only connection she has with Su Luo so far is that they both know Song Zicheng, so why can Su Luo talk to her? Lanshan thought it was ridiculous. Seeing Su Luo still wanting to speak, she quickly waved her hand to interrupt her, "Hey, hey, you are completely misunderstood. Song is just my boss. It's that simple."
Su Luo smiled faintly, "Everyone is a woman, you don't have to rush to deny anything."
The sentence was pronounced. Lanshan was particularly annoyed with this invincible and confident tone. She helped her temples and looked at her, "What then? Girl, you toss and toss, don’t you just remember the old love of our boss? Then hurry. Chase people back! What are you doing with me? I really don't mean anything to our boss!"
Su Luo continued, “A woman with a bachelor’s degree from a second-rate university, Beidiao, and no local hukou. The occupation is sales. The biggest advantage is beauty, but this year is 28 years old. How many years can you be beautiful? For such a For women, marriage is a lifetime event, I don’t believe you are not in a hurry."
Lan Shan was very angry when he was about to speak, Su Luo spoke again: "But please believe me, you have chosen the wrong person. Song Zicheng is very complicated, he—"
boom!
Blue shirt slapped the table hard, interrupting her. Many people around were startled by the sound, and they looked towards this side. Su Luo felt disrespectful and glanced at the blue shirt reproachfully.
Lanshan continued Su Luo's words, and said, "But Song Zicheng is a man who once dumped Su Luo. He even dared to dump a woman like you, so he definitely doesn't like me. Is this what you want to say? I'll finish it for you, can I go now?"
Su Luo said helplessly, "Believe it or not, I really do it for your own good."
Lanshan nodded, "Of course I believe it. But I also advise you, it's not a big deal to be dumped by Song Zicheng. You see that you are full of strange thoughts like'You can't live without a man' Marriage is a woman's greatest victory'. I advise you to quickly find someone who is handsome and rich to marry. Ah, say I’m twenty-eight? Are you less than twenty-eight? Don’t pretend to be tender in front of me. I can tell the age when I look at my eyes. Also, Are you my father or my mother? I don't need you to worry about me like this!"
Seeing Su Luo's face darkening bit by bit, the blue shirt waved his hand triumphantly, "Bye bye!"
Then left.
After returning home, the blue shirt rolled directly on the carpet of Qiao Feng's house for a few laps, which made him feel better. She lay on the carpet, looked at the ceiling, and gradually calmed down, only then suddenly realized why she had made such a big fire: Although Su Luo's words were not good to hear, most of what she said was the truth.
A Beidiao, in such a big city with a population of 20 million, is like a grain of sand in the vast red dust, insignificant and insignificant. He has no relatives, no house, no car, no boyfriend, and he is still exhausted and a bit discriminatory.
If she is not caught by concrete and tangible things, then her spirit will not settle, and her soul will have nowhere to rest.
So she has been in this city for ten years, and she has become accustomed to gathering food from all directions, and her Mandarin has been stained with authentic Beijing accent... However, she has always been like a guest in this city.
This is the price of drifting.
When the blue shirt was lying on the carpet in a daze, Qiao Feng came over with a glass bowl. The glass bowl was filled with clean-picked seedless mare's milk grapes, the size of a little finger, light green. He sat cross-legged next to her, pinched a grape, and fed it to her lips.
Lanshan opened his mouth, rolled the tip of his tongue, ate the grapes into his mouth, chewed a few times, and sighed, "It's so sweet."
"Yeah." Qiao Feng nodded, and he ate one by himself. Then he fed the blue shirt.
He fed one by one, the blue shirts ate one by one, and said while eating, "Qiao Feng, I find it very strange, why are your food so delicious? The rice is delicious and the fruit is delicious. Even the salted duck eggs are delicious! Isn’t your feng shui good?"
Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "No, it's because everything in my house is green and pollution-free organic food."
"I don't believe it! Even salted duck eggs?"
"Yes."
"Yes, your grandpa can raise ducks and make salted duck eggs. So are peaches? So are grapes? So are kiwis? So are pistachios?"
He nodded, "Both."
Lanshan rolled his eyes, "Tuck! Did your grandfather run the QQ farm?"
Qiao Feng was taken aback, then shook his head, "No."
"That's right, you might as well just say that all your food is special offerings, and bragging must be bragging."
Qiao Feng opened his mouth, just about to answer, when he saw Lanshan opened his mouth open again, begging for him: "Ah—"
He squeezed a grape and put it in her mouth, and then asked, "What happened to you today? He didn't look good when he came back."
"Don't mention it, I've encountered a neurosis." Thinking of Su Luo, Lanshan felt a little melancholy. She turned over, turned to Qiao Feng, and looked at him with a sullen face. She said, "Xiao Fengfeng, if I go home, would you miss me?"
Qiao Feng shook his head and replied, "No."
The blue shirt was a little lost, "Oh."
He added, "I can see it the next day anyway."
Lanshan explained, "You misunderstood, I'm talking about going back to my hometown."
Qiao Feng looked at her blankly, and he pursed his lips, "You, are you going back to your hometown? When will you be back?"
She lay back, looked melancholy at the ceiling, and replied, "If you leave, maybe you won't be back. Maybe I will come to you to beat the autumn breeze and ask for a bag or two of rice, haha."
He pondered for a long while, frowned and asked, "Why do you want to go back? Isn't it good here?"
Lanshan sighed, "You don't understand." No matter how good this place is, it is not my own home, and I always feel uncomfortable when I live in a foreign country.
Qiao Feng stopped talking, thinking about something with his head down.
There was silence between the two for a while, and suddenly they heard a knock on the door outside. The sound was a bit muffled, not the door of Qiao Feng's house, but it was very loud, it should be next door.
Sure enough, after a while, someone in the corridor shouted, "Is the blue shirt?"
Lanshan got up and ran over to open the door, and saw that it was a courier. After signing for the receipt, she took the courier and walked back to the living room of Qiao Feng's house.
Qiao Feng saw the blue shirt tore open the delivery and took out a red wedding invitation. After reading it, she smiled gloomily, "Is today the day when the neurotic group brushes on the sense of existence?!"