Wang Zijun was embarrassed.
Xu Qing turned his head away with a poker face, pretending not to know him. His pleading eyes fell on nothing.
"Ahem … Well, what a coincidence." Wang Zijun forced himself to say hello. "I thought you looked familiar …"
The girl continued to be angry. "Just familiar?!"
"Uh …"
Wang Zijun's eyes wandered. "I'm a little face-blind, you know … Well, I remember you can draw."
He glanced at the bag in the girl's hand, revealing a corner of the drawing board.
"Oh?" The girl's anger subsided a little. "You still remember."
"Of course. Let's not talk about this. How have you been recently?"
"Pretty good. I'm eating well, and I'm in good health … You don't look like much." The girl sneered.
"Indeed."
Wang Zijun lowered his head. He had come to take the subway. No one would believe him no matter how much he bragged.
"… Where are you going?" Seeing him like this, the girl pursed her lips and changed the topic.
"I'm going to a party. What about you?"
"I'm going to Daduhui. I made an appointment with a watercolor, so I'm going to pick it up from that shop."
"You need to make an appointment? It's quite high-end." Wang Zijun nodded. "Are you going there alone?"
Xu Qing, who was waiting to watch the drama, was shocked.
These two were chatting. Shouldn't ex-boyfriend and girlfriend tease each other?
The rich guy came to take the subway. Why didn't you mock him? You just said 'I don't look like much' … And what's with that look?
Xu Qing quietly moved away from them so that he wouldn't disturb them.
A day as husband and wife means a hundred days of love. They were eighty years old, and a lifetime of more than 20,000 days. They probably had half a lifetime of love.
Even if they broke up, there was still the sour smell of lovers.
Bored to death, she clicked on Jiang He's QQ account named Qing Wu Fei Yang with her mobile phone and entered the space. There were some messy photos, birthday cakes, and silly photos she took for White Gourd. But they were all old and had not been updated for a long time.
It was only when Xu Qing first taught her how to upload and save that she felt that it was fresh, that she tried to fiddle with these photos.
[There are some things that you simply cannot refuse, such as loneliness, such as memories, such as falling in love with you. "
This b * tch Baidu, copied and pasted, and occupied the first footprint on the message board.
After a long while.
"You go first. I'll be there at noon. I have something to do."
Wang Zijun came over and said to Xu Qing in a sneaky tone.
"What?" Xu Qing was stunned.
"Hehehe …"
"F * ck!"
…
Home and neighborhood.
Jiang He, who was focused on farming monsters, noticed a notification popping up on the bottom right corner of his screen.
[There are some things that you simply cannot refuse, such as loneliness, such as memories, such as falling in love with you. "
？？？
She had a puzzled look on her face. She clicked on the notification to take a look. Xu Qing's annoying Doraemon avatar looked as annoying as he himself.
Hmph.
After sitting cross-legged on the chair for a while, Jiang He stretched and took two steps. After thinking for a while, she went back to her room to take out her clothes and threw them into the washing machine. She then looked at Xu Qing's room and took out her cell phone to send him a WeChat message.
[Do you want to wash your clothes? "
"Yes. "
After seeing Xu Qing's reply, she then went to Xu Qing's room to look for the clothes he had changed out of. In the end, she saw a pair of familiar straw sandals on the bedside cabinet.
Didn't he throw them away?
Jiang He was stunned. She took them out and looked at them carefully. She was sure that they were the pair that she had changed out of.
She took the pair of sandals and returned to the computer. She looked at the message board that had not been closed and then looked at the straw sandals in her hands. Her expression changed.
This guy …
This guy …
He even liked her shoes?
…
The train arrived at the station. Xu Qing got off the train alone. His back view exuded loneliness and desolation.
Two people got on the train and one got off.
His cell phone beeped. Wang Zijun's WeChat message came in. [I will definitely be there at noon!]
[I don't think you can last that long.]
Xu Qing replied with a snap. Just as he was about to put away his cell phone, he saw that Jiang He had sent him a message asking if he wanted to wash his clothes. He instantly became happy.
Life was not only about beating his head, but also a heroine who helped him wash his clothes.
Someone once said that class reunions were just for drinking and bragging. Those who did well would show off, while those who did poorly would ask for humiliation. At the same time, they would also get some used shoes to satisfy their student desires.
Of course, that was a matter for the future. For young people who had only been out of society for a few years, they did not have any intentions of doing anything. At this time, the reunions were very simple and clean.
It was purely for drinking, eating, and having fun. Once they graduated and separated, whether it was their friendship or something else, they would always feel a little reluctant to part. Out of nostalgia for their student days, everyone gathered together to escape from the secular world and find the most essential and beautiful things that once belonged to classmates.
Those who did well would satisfy their inner desires. Those who did poorly would vent their bitterness, connect their feelings, and exchange their experiences. At the end, they would leave a message to keep in touch and go out into society alone.
Xu Qing used to think so. He also liked to sit with his friends and drink and brag to kill time. After dinner, they would change places for the second round. They would go to a karaoke or find a billiards hall to play a few shots. At the end of the day, they would go back and lie down to sleep.
Staying at home all day was always very idle. After all, humans were social animals. It was more comfortable to have someone to talk to or fight with than to be alone.
But now, it felt different.
It was different from before when they drank and clinked glasses. He did not even have much interest in it. As soon as he sat down, he wanted to go back.
"Come, sit here." His friend called out. "You came so late. It's almost noon. There are still a few people who haven't arrived yet."
"It's early enough."
Xu Qing looked around the table. Before he went out, he was thinking about how to beat Liang Zi up if he met him. Last time, when he brought Jiang He, even though he was impulsive, he had to hold back. It was not satisfying.
Now that he sat down, his thoughts somehow faded. It was boring.
Moreover, he did not see that guy.
"Prince met an ex-girlfriend on the way and went to get a room. I think he will come very late."
"Damn, there's such a thing?"
"The poor don't understand the world of the rich."
"What about you? What have you been busy with recently? You suddenly disappeared … A while ago, someone asked why the handsome guy who sings so well hasn't been seen for a long time. "
"He went into seclusion."
Xu Qing said casually and clinked glasses with them as if nothing had happened.
"I've been so busy recently. I'm busy every day. How can I be as idle as you guys?"
"I'm not idle. I'm as busy as a dog all day. I can't relax at the end of the year. Yesterday, I worked overtime until midnight. Today, I crawled over to drink with you guys."
"Crawled over? Perform another one later! "someone shouted.
"Perform your ass. Drink another one. Let me tell you … "
As more and more people sat down, the atmosphere gradually heated up. After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became warm.
Toasts were exchanged. Everyone laughed and chatted. Some talked loudly, while others raised their glasses and drank.
Xu Qing held the glass in his hand and shook it gently. He looked at the scene in front of him without saying a word. There was a sense of alienation.
This had never happened before.
Jiang He was like a meteorite from outer space, smashing his originally unchanging life into pieces.
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