That night, Yang Jintian stayed, and Yang Zhao and Xue Miao went back to Huaken Golden Seat.
From the time they left Yang Zhao's parents' residence to the time they returned to the apartment to wash and sleep, they didn't say a word.
At first Xue Miao tried to say something to distract Yang Zhao and make him happier, but Yang Zhao always had the same expression. Only before finally entering the house, Yang Zhao said a word to Xue Miao——
"I'm going out tomorrow morning, you can order takeaway yourself."
Xue Miao asked where he was going, but Yang Zhao didn't answer, and closed the door directly.
Xue Miao knew that Yang Zhao's current state would not tell him anything, so he didn't ask.
Early the next morning, he waited directly in the living room.
Yang Zhao walked out of the bedroom at seven o'clock. At that time, she had already tidied up and dressed neatly. Seeing Xue Miao sitting on the sofa, she said lightly, "Morning."
Xue Miao pointed to the table.
Yang Zhao looked over, and there was breakfast on the table.
The breakfast prepared by Xue Miao is all Western style, fresh milk, oatmeal, macaroni, ham, fried eggs, and fruit salad. Arranged on a plate, beautifully arranged.
Yang Zhao glanced at it and said, "I have no appetite."
Xue Miao said calmly: "Eat even if you don't have an appetite."
Yang Zhao looked at Xue Miao. After Xue Miao took off his suit, it seemed that the fierce aura on his body was much less. He was wearing loose home clothes, and looked at Yang Zhao lightly. Yang Zhao saw the concern on his face. .
Yang Zhao sat at the dining table and ate the breakfast on the plate bit by bit.
After she finished eating, she rinsed her mouth, then walked to the entrance, and said to Xue Miao, "I'll go out for a while."
Xue Miao said, "When will you come back?"
Yang Zhao said, "It's noon."
Xue Miao nodded, and didn't ask where she was going. After Yang Zhao left, Xue Miao sat on the sofa for a while, then stood up, picked up the plate on the table, and took it to the kitchen to clean it up.
When he came out of the kitchen, he yawned and rubbed the back of his head.
Looking up, the spacious living room is neat and tidy. Yang Zhao's life is very regular and tidy. The items in this apartment are always neatly arranged.
After Xue Miao looked around, she yawned again. When he was yawning, he saw from the corner of his eye that the clothes he was wearing were relaxed and fit, and extremely soft.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a soothing feeling spreading from the bottom of his heart.
He felt that he was nostalgic for such a feeling.
Xue Miao walked into the study, planning to find a book to pass the time. But as soon as he entered, before he had time to look at the bookcase, his eyes were once again attracted by the painting.
Painting, half done.
The tone was deeper, deeper, richer.
After Yang Zhao went out, he drove directly to the nearest mobile business hall. The business hall had just opened, and there were not many people inside. Because it was too early, only one window was opened in the business hall. Now, there were two elderly people in front of the window asking for advice.
Yang Zhao waited in the back.
She felt her heart tighten a little. She couldn't help but went to the door to smoke a cigarette, and another young couple came to the front from behind.
The tobacco sucked into her lungs, and she finally felt relieved.
When someone entered the business hall and passed by Yang Zhao, he accidentally glanced at him. Yang Zhao didn't wear makeup when he went out, and his hair was just combed and loose.
She was wearing a black slim dress and a scarf. Her skin was fair and her hair was very black. Standing coldly on the steps smoking a cigarette, the cold wind blows, and the hair and white smoke float together.
Yang Zhao held his right hand in front of his chest, resting his left hand holding the cigarette. She held a mobile phone in her right hand and held it tightly.
Yang Zhao looked at the cars going back and forth on the street, and thought to himself, there is no need to be nervous.
If there is no one else in the business hall when she arrives, she gets out of the car, goes up the steps, opens the door, and sits down. If this series of things happened continuously, she wouldn't need to be nervous.
But in the middle of this series of things, a wait was added.
"It's a knife if you stretch your head or shrink your head..." Yang Zhao exhaled the last puff of smoke, and said to himself flatly, "Give me a good time, okay?"
She put out the cigarette and entered the business hall.
The group of young couples dealing with broadband business just finished consulting, and Yang Zhao sat down in front of the salesperson.
The salesperson was a little girl. She glanced at Yang Zhao and asked, "Miss, what service do you need?"
Yang Zhao said, "Hello, can I check the communication records of the mobile phone number?"
The salesperson said: "Yes, Miss, which number do you want to check?"
Yang Zhao said: "I lost my mobile phone before, maybe I didn't receive some calls, can I find it?"
The salesperson said: "You can check, Miss, do you have your ID card?"
"Bring it." Yang Zhao opened the bag, took out his wallet, and took out his ID card. When handing it to the salesperson, the salesperson looked up at her, and Yang Zhaocai belatedly noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.
"Miss, please give me your cell phone number."
Yang Zhao whispered a series of numbers, and the salesperson said, "Okay, please wait a moment."
The salesperson had been trained, and his voice was soft and gentle. After the salesperson verified the certificate, he returned the ID card to Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao held the ID card in his hand and kept that posture.
She lowered her head slightly, looking at the black marble platform below her elbow, which was clean and smooth, exuding a slight coolness.
Yang Zhao didn't know how long it had passed, maybe soon, maybe very slowly, her eyes were focused on that piece of marble, looking at the dots of texture inside, after a long time, it was like staring at the night sky, she seemed Fascinated.
"Miss, check it out." The salesperson said.
Yang Zhao's eyes moved slowly, looking at the little girl.
"Do you need to print it out?"
Yang Zhao's voice was very low and trembling slightly.
"There are so many..."
The salesperson looked at the records on the computer, nodded and said, "Ah, most of them are repeated, and one call has been made dozens of times."
Yang Zhao's heart suddenly beat violently.
Her voice tightened bit by bit, and Yang Zhao felt that his voice was indescribably tangled. She reported another series of numbers to the salesperson, and then asked her, "Is this the number?"
The salesperson shook her head, "No, it's this one." She enthusiastically turned the screen around and displayed the string of numbers at the top.
Yang Zhao glanced at it, it was an unfamiliar number.
The salesperson asked: "Miss, if you need to print out the record."
Yang Zhao came back to his senses, nodded, "I need it, please."
The salesperson said, "It costs two yuan to print the records here."
"Okay." Yang Zhao took a deep breath and flipped through the change in his wallet. She turned halfway, her hand stopped suddenly, she raised her head and asked the salesperson, "Excuse me... where is this number?"
The salesperson said: "Please wait a moment, I will help you find out where the number belongs."
The salesperson has a high level of business literacy, and her fingers were crackling on the keyboard. Before Yang Zhao could see the number, she had already spoken.
"Miss, this is the number of Kunming, Yunnan."
"Kunming?"
"Yes. Please wait a moment, I will give you the printed record."
When the salesperson went to get the record, Yang Zhao's eyes followed her all the time. After a while, the salesperson took a chapter of thin paper and handed it to Yang Zhao.
"Here, miss."
"Thanks… "
"Do you need any other services?"
Yang Zhao looked at the number on the paper and remained motionless.
"Miss? Do you need any other services?"
Yang Zhao came back to his senses, shook his head quickly, and said, "No, there's nothing else needed, thank you."
"Then please rate my service quality." The salesperson smiled and pointed to the small scoring device on the marble table. Yang Zhao glanced at it and clicked it with satisfaction.
Yang Zhao made room for the next person, and behind her was a young man.
Yang Zhao stood up and took his things to the side. There were still not many people in the business hall, so she walked slowly to a wall. The wall was smooth and cold, reflecting Yang Zhao's silhouette.
Looking at the string of numbers, she vaguely knew an answer in her heart. The most tense period of time has passed, and her chest is now relaxed, but she still does not relax, still carrying the tingling pain from when it was just tight.
Yang Zhao took out his mobile phone and stood there for a full minute.
In the business hall behind her, everyone was doing their own thing. A middle-aged woman came in, seemed a little anxious, and went straight to the service desk. Her high-heeled shoes hit the marble floor, knocking loudly.
Eleven digits have already been displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.
After standing for a while, Yang Zhao finally pressed the call button.
After a few seconds, a busy voice came.
One, two...
When thinking of the third tone, the phone was hung up.
Yang Zhao put down the phone and looked at the screen. Her hand hung over the call button again, but she couldn't press it anymore.
Yang Zhao leaned against the cold wall, looked up at the high ceiling, not knowing what to write.
If she was still a little nervous when she made the call just now, then she has completely lost her strength now.
The chill of the wall penetrated through the scarf, through the clothes, and into the body. Yang Zhao leaned his head against the wall lightly, watching the people coming and going in front of him, his heart was filled with confusion.
A sudden hum interrupted her thoughts.
The vibration in the hand is stable and orderly, one after another.
Yang Zhao took out his hand from behind his back, and the number displayed on the screen was just now.
Yang Zhao slid his thumb slowly to answer the call, and held the phone to his ear.
She said softly: "... hello?"
There was silence on the phone for two seconds, which was a long time, so long that Yang Zhao could clearly hear the breathing on the other side.
Yang Zhao covered his mouth almost instantly.
There was a deep and hoarse male voice on the phone, and it was also a familiar male voice.
"Yang Zhao, is that you..."
Hearing that voice, Yang Zhao immediately calmed down.
"Chen Mingsheng, I'm Yang Zhao."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought inexplicably that from the day she and Chen Mingsheng met, until now, they had never used any other nicknames to call each other.
Only Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao—ordinary, simple, and extraordinarily straightforward.
Like the relationship between them.