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Chapter 8 The probability of two people meeting is 0.00478%

Jiang Tao sent the address, which was a place Cheng Xuran had never been to.

It is far away from the city center and very remote. After crossing the cross-river bridge and heading north, in the old city, it is said that it will be demolished in the next few years, but I am not sure.

Cheng Xuran went there with the mentality of giving it a try, and followed the navigation to make seven turns and eight turns into an alley of an unknown street, which almost made her faint.

Nanqiao has been continuously cloudy for the past few days, with leaden clouds floating high in the sky, and telephone poles crisscrossing the sky, cutting the sky into fragments.

Cheng Xuran stopped in front of a store, looked up, and looked at the old plaque, which seemed to have been hung for a long time and was exposed to the sun.

Cinda computer maintenance.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door and walked in.

There was a creaking sound when the door was pushed open, and the room was very quiet. She was startled when she stepped down, because there was almost no place to stand!
The store is not big, and the floor is full of various computer accessories. There is a chair near the door, but no one is sitting on it. There is a wooden staircase on the left, leading directly to the second floor.

The stair material is mottled.

"Hello, is anyone there?" Cheng Xuran called out.

No response.

"Is anyone there?" She managed to come and yelled several times, but there was no response. Just when Cheng Xuran was lost and about to leave, a deep and impatient voice came from above——

"Closed today."

The voice was quite hoarse, as if he had just woken up, but it was unexpectedly clear and pleasant, but his tone was full of displeasure at being disturbed.

Cheng Xuran subconsciously looked up.

The man came out from the second floor, stepped on the crimson mottled wooden stairs, and buttoned his shirt as he walked. The white shirt was loose and his collarbone was clear.

Temperament can not be said to be slutty, full of indifference and alienation.

It is incompatible with such a secluded repair shop hidden in the old city of a big city, but it complements each other unexpectedly.

That face is deep and handsome.

Looking down at the moment.

Four eyes facing each other.

One stands on the stairs and one stands below.

Cheng Xuran's head went blank.

The fingers holding the computer bag tightened and straightened in an instant, and the phalanges were slightly white.

Cheng Xuran never thought that after running around for a few days, he would meet Song Yanqing again in this way.

Seven years have passed since the high school graduation ceremony.

One earth, 70 billion people, the probability of two people meeting is 0.00478%.

The wind was blowing outside, passing through the streets and alleys, raising the branches of March willow trees on the South Bridge, the sky was overcast, with dark clouds covering the top, and it was going to rain, but the narrow and chaotic repair shop was quiet, and needles could be heard.

No one spoke.

What should I say?haven't seen you for a long time?

Is there still a long-lasting friendship between them?

Cheng Xuran's head was in a mess. In order to avoid embarrassment, under the rapid operation of her brain storm, relying on the professionalism of an actor, she suppressed the soreness in her throat, quickly showed a polite smile, and raised her head to say hello.

"Hi, hello."

She was dressed very plainly today, with white short-sleeves and jeans, and a combination of low-saturated dark and light colors. She didn't look like a celebrity at all.

But his temperament is different from that of ordinary people. He has a cool and generous feeling with the fragrance of books. A pair of almond-shaped eyes sincerely curved and he spoke.

"Are you the owner of this store? It's not open today?"

Song Yanqing supported the mahogany railing on the second floor with both hands, and just looked down at her. His face was expressionless. He probably just woke up, and the hem of his shirt was still a little wrinkled.

Those red phoenix eyes were narrow, long and deep, revealing a hazy sleepiness. When looking at her, they were like a magnet, sucking people into the eyes at a glance.

Anyway, don't talk.

Cheng Xuran could hardly stop laughing.

You can’t laugh like this professionally, and there’s no appearance fee.

Just when Cheng Xuran began to speculate that Song Yanqing didn't think this was a dream, and that this dream was quite scary, the other party finally spoke.

(End of this chapter)