Gu Jianian did not take the subway. She spent money and took a taxi for the first time in a long time.
The car was speeding through the midday sun. Outside the window, snowflakes were swirling and falling on the asphalt road, accumulating layer upon layer.
The sky was as dark as if it were dusk.
Christmas is just two or three weeks away, and the shops on both sides of the street are decorated with colorful Christmas knots and Christmas trees.
However, due to such bad weather, the streets were almost empty, very cold and there was no festive atmosphere at all.
The silent cold air was quickly snatched up by the half-open car window and turned into wind, ruffling Gu Jianian's long hair - in early November of this year, her hair had grown longer and was casually scattered, being lifted up and then dropped by the air.
A pale face was vaguely visible in the gaps between the rising and falling hair.
The young driver in front couldn't help but look at the rearview mirror several times.
This young lady is so beautiful.
But why are you crying
*
Gu Jianian sat on the steps downstairs of the studio for a few minutes, using the cold wind to calm his face and emotions, and then called Chi Yan.
The call was quickly picked up.
Gu Jianian slowed down his breathing and spoke softly, "Chi Yan, I'm downstairs in your studio."
Chi Yan's tone was a little surprised: "So soon? Why don't you come up?"
"Well, I took a taxi," Gu Jianian said after a moment of silence, "Can you please come down? There are too many people in the studio."
"good."
He agreed in a low voice but did not hang up the phone, as if he didn't want to be separated from her for even half a minute.
Through the phone, Gu Jianian heard the rustling sound of his clothes rubbing against the tables and chairs when he stood up, the ringing of the doorbell when he pushed the door open, and his steady breathing and footsteps as he went downstairs.
She turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.
Behind the dark and rusty gate, at the corner of the dim corridor, Chi Yan stood with his cell phone in hand.
Perhaps because he came out in too much of a hurry, he was not wearing a coat. He was only wearing a thin grey sweatshirt and a pair of white canvas shoes.
He has a handsome figure, eyes and eyebrows like stars, and from a distance he looks like a ten-year-old college student.
Gu Jianian couldn't help but feel a little dazed. The emotions that had just been calmed down surged again, and his eyes began to feel sore again.
If time could go back, would he be like this five years ago, before he experienced all this
Gu Jianian couldn't help but stare at him.
The moment his eyes met hers, the person in her eyes had a smile on his face.
He finally put away his phone and walked towards her.
"Chi Yan," Gu Jianian suddenly stopped him, "Stand there and don't move."
As she spoke, she shook off the snow and frost on her body and walked quickly up the stairs.
Until I stood on the same level with him step by step.
Gu Jianian took a step forward and hugged him.
"Chi Yan."
Gu Jianian finally couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, buried his head in his chest, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Naturally, there was an undisguised nasal tone in his voice.
The person she was holding was a little panicked. One hand went around her neck and tried to lift her face up. At the same time, she asked in a slightly deep voice, "What happened? Who bullied you?"
"Well," Gu Jianian sniffed, resting his forehead on his chest and refusing to raise his head, "It's time that bullies me."