The warm sunlight from the horizon shone on the young man's exquisite face. His cat-like eyes clearly reflected the other party's delicate features. His neck was as delicate as white jade, and his small Adam's apple bobbed up and down as the young man spoke.
Wei Jing resisted the urge to complain and said helplessly, "Can I leave now?"
"Oh, oh!" The other party seemed to be in a daze. After nodding foolishly, he suddenly reacted and took out his phone. "Sorry, I'm really sorry. I really like that painting too much." He was like a fanatic, and his eyes were burning with flames. "Can we exchange phone numbers?"
"Huh?" This was the first time Wei Jing had encountered such a straightforward method of flirting these days.
"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Xue Lekang." He reached out his hand.
"My name is Wei Jing." He slowly and reluctantly shook the other party's hand. "I'm sorry! I don't have a phone, and the teachers are still waiting for me. Goodbye! " In this era, phones were still a luxury. In junior high school, everyone basically used MP3 and MP4.
Wei Jing's rejection was so obvious, but Xue Lekang pretended not to understand. He said, "Then I'll leave my phone number with you. Remember to call me when the time comes."
Wei Jing: "…"
What could he do! He was also in despair!
Wei Jing stuffed the small note that the other party handed him into his pants pocket. He and the others followed the teacher to the post office to send the painting back to B City.
Phones were not smartphones. Taobao had not yet appeared, and the express delivery industry had not yet risen. Even though B City and S City were close to each other, it would take ten days to half a month to send it back.
That night, in order to celebrate Wei Jing's good ranking of third place, the school's teachers took them to a good hotel to have a big meal. Their surroundings were filled with laughter, and unknowingly, Wei Jing also laughed.
When it was past nine o 'clock, the group hailed a taxi and rushed to the hotel.
Wei Jing's phone suddenly rang. He excitedly took it out to take a look, and immediately became depressed. It was not Big Brother, so sad QAQ.
"Senior Li." The young man tried to cheer himself up.
"Xiaojing." Li Fei's voice was very pleasant to the ears. It was low and deep, with the unique clarity of a young man. He chuckled and said, "Congratulations on getting third place this time. I originally wanted to congratulate you in person, but I didn't expect to be stopped by something at the last minute. So now I can only call you like this."
Separated by a thin cable, Wei Jing could hear the chaotic music on the other side and the warm flattery between people … Wei Jing understood that people living in this world couldn't avoid social interactions.
"It's alright, Senior Brother Li. You do what you need to do. This is just a small matter," Wei Jing said.
Li Fei laughed in spite of himself and said, "When we return to S City, I'll celebrate with you."
"Then I'll wait. When the time comes, Senior Brother, you can't fool me." Wei Jing couldn't be more familiar with Li Fei over the years. It was normal for the two of them to joke around and act coquettishly.
According to Wei Jing's observation, Li Fei's father disappeared when he was 14 years old. Since then, he had never appeared again. Wei Jing immediately breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. No matter what? Li Fei's father was gone, then the possibility of Li Fei killing his father did not exist.
Two years ago, under Wei Jing's instigation and encouragement, Li Fei forced his timid mother to apply for a forced divorce.
Now, even if Li Fei's father committed a crime outside, it had nothing to do with the Li family.
Li Fei's matter was resolved, but what gave Wei Jing a headache was Xu Jiahui. This guy was determined to become a police officer. During the summer vacation last year, he even signed up for a class that specialized in bringing children to experience life in the military camp. When Xu Jiahui came back, he was as tanned as a monkey, skinny and dark.
However, Father Xu and Mother Xu were very supportive of their son's ideals. If Wei Jing didn't know about the future, he would have praised him greatly.
But … how could he turn a blind eye when he knew that his friend would die if he took this path?
After a few more words, the two of them hung up the phone.
Wei Jing sighed helplessly. He could only take one step at a time. He only hoped that Xu Jiahui was still young and would be able to change his mind in the future.
Time always slipped away inadvertently. It was like a handful of fine sand. The tighter you held it, the more it would slip through your fingers.
W City.
The white-haired Old Madam wore a pair of presbyopic glasses. Her hand covered in age spots trembled as she held a small needle. The white thread was aimed at the small hole, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't go in.
Sitting on the side, the old man saw this and said, "Okay, don't sew it. You've worn these clothes for so many years. We don't lack money. I'll buy a new one tomorrow."
The Old Madam glared at him and angrily inserted the needle in her hand into the ball of thread. "I'm getting old. These clothes were bought when we got married. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. I'm not old anymore, and so are the clothes."
She had a fresh white floral shirt on her lap. It was old and the color of the shirt had turned yellow. The thread under the armpit was broken for some reason, revealing a large bright hole.
The TV was silent.
The Old Madam found the remote control from the gap in the sofa. Even if she didn't watch anything, just listening to the sound was good enough.
"Old Madam, do you still remember Master Lin from our hometown? They have three daughters and want to adopt the younger one." The old man thought for a moment and carefully said, "That girl is also pitiful. She has a small body of about ten years old, but she's as thin as a six or seven year old."
The Old Madam thought for a moment and dug this person out from her memories. She narrowed her eyes and her gaze fell on the TV listlessly. "Good girl! The little girl is cute and considerate. She's better than the little rascal from before. "
"Okay, then I'll call Master Lin tonight and ask them to send their daughter over tomorrow. Let's raise her for a few days first," the old man said.
The Old Madam nodded indifferently. That Master Lin's family favored boys over girls. A few years ago, they gave birth to a son and didn't want a daughter who was only two years older than their son. This was good too. If they raised this child, they wouldn't have to worry about the other family going back on their word and asking for the child back.
This child was really good-looking.
Her gaze fell on the small TV screen. This mouth, this face … it was so similar to that woman from back then … Wait! The old madame shuddered and stared fixedly at the child with familiar brows.
Her voice was a little sharp because of her excitement. "Old man, old man, look. Doesn't this child look exactly the same as that woman?"
The old man followed the Old Madam's gaze and turned his head. With just one glance, he was stunned. Similar! Too similar!
"And look at those eyes. Don't they look like our son when he was young? Big and round, like a pitiful kitten …" The more the Old Madam spoke, the more excited she became. She immediately ran back to the room to look for the photo album of her son when he was young.
The old man was calmer than her. While the image was still on, he quickly took out his phone and took a photo of the TV.
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