It is only half an hour's drive from the restaurant to Xinggang International, but due to the surge of people on Christmas Eve, this half hour has been fully doubled.
In the restaurant, Ji Mingshu and Cen Yang talked about childhood fun. When they merged into the sea of lights and cars, the two seemed to have entered the adult world, asking each other about real life.
There is nothing new about Ji Mingshu's real life to repeat, but he followed the growth track that he could glimpse since he was a child, and he has not deviated all these years.
On the other hand, Cen Yang, who was originally the only one in the Cen family of Jingjian, suddenly underwent a major change. Although he would not fall from the clouds to the mud, but from the moment his identity changed, he was doomed to be aloof in childhood. , is the end of his life that he can no longer reach, and the rest of the life that the Cen family prince will experience in the rest of his life is also a journey that he will never have the opportunity to embark on again.
It may be because of the lack of family relationship, since Ji Mingshu learned the truth when he was in the second year of junior high school, he could empathize with Cen Yang's situation even more.
I always feel that a certain crown prince suddenly told her that she is their long-lost daughter, and she will happily move there to be a noble little princess;
But if a couple from a slum in a small town on the 18th line came to lead the person, she might faint on the spot and hug the pillars of Ji's porch and refuse to leave.
Hearing Ji Mingshu euphemistically talk about his point of view, Cen Yang just smiled.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a box of chewing gum from the side locker, and looked at the red and green lights in the distance while unpacking it, with a calm voice, "It's not as unacceptable as you think, I've been fine all these years."
Ji Mingshu turned his head to look at him.
"Actually, it wasn't very good at first, but then I got used to it and it got better."
Stopping in front of the red light, Cen Yang handed her a piece of chewing gum, recalling it very calmly, "To be honest, it may be because it has been too long, and I can't remember many things clearly. I just remember that I just came from the South When Qiao Hutong moved away, I suffered from insomnia for half a month, maybe... At that time, I couldn’t sleep all night, thinking about my grandparents, my parents, and Shu Yang.”
He glanced at Ji Mingshu, "Of course, there's also you little one. I used to think that you little girl is really noisy, but I'm not used to it without you coming home to quarrel."
Ji Mingshu pursed his lips, but didn't answer.
Cen Yang also said: "It's unrealistic to say that I have never complained or hated. Aren't I working as a venture capitalist now? When I first started working, I was under a lot of pressure. I always thought, if I were still Cen Yang from the Cen family, where would I be?" It needs to be as hard as it is now."
He paused for a while, then chuckled again, "Let's not talk about that, it's really been a long time, and now everyone is doing well, everyone belongs to everyone, where is life."
"Where is not life" is easy to say, but it is really difficult to experience.
——Little Canary Benque, who has been away from home for several months, has a deep understanding of this.
She wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know where to start, so she just nodded and changed the subject, "Then you are... twenty-seven this year, have you got a girlfriend yet?"
Cen Yang half-closed his eyes and recalled, "After I went to college, I had a few girlfriends one after another, but they were not suitable, so I divided them up. I have been busy with work these few years, and I have no time to make girlfriends."
The traffic lights changed, and the car moved forward slowly. He remembered something, and asked again: "I just came from Star City. I heard from An Ning that you and him went to Star City not long ago?"
"Well, went to have a meal. An Ning and... Are Aunt Ann okay?"
Cen Yang replied without hesitation: "It's pretty good. Originally, I wanted to take them to the imperial capital to live together after they settled down, but they said they couldn't get used to this place, so they didn't come here."
Seeing Cen Yang's calm expression when he said this, Ji Mingshu couldn't help being a little puzzled: Didn't Chen Biqing say at that time that Cen Yang didn't have a good relationship with them, and didn't have much contact with them? Why does it feel that Cen Yang is not so repulsive to them? strangeness.
But having said that, after the few words mentioned by Chen Biqing, the Cen Yang she imagined should be an indifferent and gloomy appearance that cannot be let go due to the change of life experience. I didn't care much about it long ago.
—Obviously this is the best result after God's will tricks people, but Ji Mingshu always feels that it's not true.
After arriving at Xinggang International, Cen Yang stopped the car and went around to the co-driver to open the car door for Ji Mingshu. Seeing that Ji Mingshu was still in a daze, he leaned in again, trying to help her unbuckle her seat belt.
Ji Mingshu reacted in time, and stretched out his hand to block it, "No, I'll do it myself."
She unbuttoned her seat belt and got out of the car in a hurry with her bag.
It was snowing outside, heavier than it had been on the road.
Cen Yang looked up and asked, "Is this the first snow in the imperial capital this year?"
Ji Mingshu nodded, and stretched out his hand to pick it up, "I've been saying the weather forecast a while ago, but I didn't expect it to be released today."
When she said this, a trace of imperceptible loneliness flashed in her eyes.
In fact, she really wanted to watch Chuxue with Cen Sen, and she really wanted to spend Christmas Eve with Cen Sen.
But Cen Senxiu never contacted her again, and only asked Zhou Jiaheng to give her clothes... as if someone is very rare about his ragged clothes.
But even contacting is useless. A capital machine like Cen Sen, who can devote himself to his work and die without any affection, probably will never have the romantic interest of spending Christmas Eve and Christmas with his wife in this life.
Thinking about it this way, I didn't feel so lost.
"...Xiao Shu?" Cen Yang shouted again after no response.
"Ah?" Ji Mingshu came back to his senses, and looked at Cen Yang apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just feel that I can still meet you, which feels good."
Cen Yang smiled lightly, revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. His figure was tall and slender, standing in the snow on a winter night, looking particularly fresh and warm.
Ji Mingshu couldn't help but smile, and the smile stayed on the corner of his mouth for a long time before it faded a little.
She looked at Cen Yang and said with some emotion: "It doesn't seem appropriate to call you Brother Cen Yang when you grow up, and I don't seem to have the position to stand by your side to fight against the enemy... But no matter what happened before or what will happen in the future, I I sincerely hope that you can live happily. I also sincerely hope that you can always be as warm and sunny as I remember."
Cen Yang also looked at her, with a faint smile on his lips, and suddenly stepped forward to hug her.
A black Maybach parked in the distance.
Cen Yang looked at the distant and blurred driver's seat, his eyes were quiet and straight, and he never spoke.
—Xiao Shu, I’m sorry, since a long time ago, I am not the brother Cen Yang in your memory.
After returning to the apartment, Ji Mingshu took off his make-up and washed as usual. The house is quiet, and Gu Kaiyang on Christmas Eve is still struggling to work overtime without getting a raise, and he doesn't know when he will be back.
After putting on the mask, Ji Mingshu glanced at his phone. This pig, Cen Sen, hadn't even sent her a punctuation mark, it was simply suffocating.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
Isn't he also studying in a university abroad? Do you pay so little attention to Christmas Eve and Christmas? Why is he studying Harvard if he is so non-foreigner? Will clockwork merry christmas stock prices plummet thirty percent? Is it human? How did he marry a wife
Ji Mingshu was stuck in the embarrassment of not being greeted on Christmas Eve and couldn't extricate himself. Fortunately, Jiang Chun ran into a gun at this time to show his affection.
Jiang Chun: [Picture 1]
Jiang Chun: [Picture 2]
Jiang Chun: [The ring that Tang Zhizhou gave me is so pretty!]
Ji Mingshu: […]
Ji Mingshu: [The finger I taught you □□haven't practiced in a day? Short and thick, it’s not as good as my toes are good-looking. You are ashamed to wear a ring. Don’t tell me that you have already posted on Moments. How about this? If you insist on posting on Moments, just take it off and take a box photo.]
Jiang Chun: […]
Jiang Chun: [Sent it.]
Jiang Chun is already used to being teased, and if Ji Mingshu compliments her, she will still feel uncomfortable. She always feels that Ji Mingshu is planning some big move, and waits for her to be so beautiful that he can blow her down.
Now receiving Ji Mingshu's regular reply, Jiang Chun acted like a baby with Tang Zhizhou boldly.
She puffed up her face, raised her chubby hands and asked, "Shu Shu said that my hands are short and fat and don't look good with rings, what do you think?"
Tang Zhizhou rubbed her head, "You look good no matter what."
Jiang Chun nodded, and sent another message to Ji Mingshu.
Jiang Chun: [Tang Zhizhou said that I look good no matter what, hehe.]
Jiang Chun: [Satisfied.jpg]
Fortunately, she still knows a little bit of propriety, and before Ji Mingshu officially entered the attack state, she provided the latest information to divert attention in time.
Jiang Chun: [By the way, Tang Zhizhou and I were watching a movie at Jiufang Department Store today, and we also met Li Xiaolian.]
Ji Mingshu: [Li Xiaolian? who?]
Jiang Chun: [... Li Wenyin! Can you maintain a little basic respect for your rival in love!]
Ji Mingshu: […]
Ji Mingshu: [Who did she go to the movies with?]
Jiang Chun: [A man, quite tall, but there are too many people in the movie theater tonight, I didn't see his face, and didn't everyone enter the theater at that time, the movie theater was pitch black, come out Didn't see them either.]
Ji Mingshu subconsciously thought of Cen Sen, feeling a little irritable.
Jiang Chun: [But it's definitely not your Cen Sen. It doesn't look like your Cen Sen's domineering temperament of "I can earn 100 million in one minute standing here".]
Ji Mingshu: […]
Ji Mingshu: [Next time you speak, please pay attention to the correct way of punctuating sentences, otherwise don't speak, thank you.]
Jiang Chun: [...?]
Jiang Chun: [What did I do wrong again?]
Jiang Chun couldn't help but tell about the grievance that he was bombarded instead of being praised for reporting the news in time. Ji Mingshu was too lazy to watch her push him, and was about to put down his phone to wash off the mask, but Gu Kaiyang suddenly called.
She pressed to answer, and Gu Kaiyang on the other end of the phone seemed to be being chased by a chainsaw killer, out of breath, and said incoherently, "You know, do you know what I saw? I'm back , I was in the elevator, and I saw Cen Sen, and a man, downstairs... "
Ji Mingshu froze for a second, "Kiss?"
"...?"
"It's not what you think? Just two men, no, one man..."
Ji Mingshu suddenly remembered something, so he ran to the window and opened the curtains without putting on his shoes.
Cen Yang's white Mercedes did not gallop away, but drove across the road and parked beside a Maybach.
The two men stood between the two cars, with their hands in their pockets, they both looked up and looked at - her