Qian Yan

Chapter 147 Waiting
Yan Weiran sat in the car on the way home, looking at the slowly flowing neon lights outside the window, and silently put down the phone.

Pandora, who was driving, heard the few words just now, and asked her: "Sister, did Young Master Wei call? Didn't he see Tian'er idling around, why didn't he come back after staying abroad for so long this time?"

"Helping at his father's place."

"I said... hey sister, isn't he going back to take over?"

Yan Weiran looked out the window, letting those gorgeous colors flow over his face: "Maybe."

"Sister, you're a fool!" Pandora was overjoyed, "Wei Shaozao is lying, I invested in you and formed a team, and immediately left, sister, you are rich and powerful now, and no one cares about it, cool Fly!"

Yan Weiran leaned on the car seat, looked at the lights that slid by like meteors outside, and said nothing.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Pandora asked, "Sister?"

She said lightly: "Drive seriously."

"Oh."

The car returned to Wutong Street and stopped at the door.Pandora saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps at a glance.

In the dark night, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and his face can't be seen clearly, but this sitting still looks upright, the long legs are too long so they are slanted, and the correct posture will not relax for a second...

Pandora remembered the posture of him waiting at the door for a whole night last time, and she was terrified.She secretly observed Yan Weiran beside her, and found that she had already stopped in her tracks.

Obviously, this was indeed the person she had never forgotten.

And he sat stiffly like he was in a nightmare.It was only after hearing the sound of them getting off the car that he slowly raised his head, and stared at Yan Weiran with a pair of eyes that were a little dazed because he had been open in the dark for a long time and was not used to the light for a while.

Pandora did not make a sound, took out the cosmetic case from the trunk, entered the room and ran upstairs quietly.

Yan Weiran was left standing under the street lamp, while he was sitting on the steps, with a distance of two or three meters, they looked at each other.

The light projected on his body from behind her, and for a moment it seemed to isolate a world completely different from the dark night at this time, bright, calm, and full of warm light.

As if the light had stimulated his eyes, his eyes were involuntarily covered with a layer of water vapor, making his dim eyes soft and weak.

The night was so thick that it almost had a shape, surging around them like the water vapor when they met for the first time.

Seeing the person who was thinking day and night, Cheng Jialu didn't know how to speak to break the silence. After a long time, he just called her: "Wei Ran..."

Yan Weiran pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, then finally smiled at him: "Long time no see."

Cheng Jialu nodded, and said as if raving, "Yes, long time no see."

Yan Weiran came in, poured Cheng Jialu a glass of water, but didn't sit beside him to accompany him.She leaned on the cabinet, drank water and asked him, "What's the matter?"

She stood obliquely behind the sofa, and Cheng Jialu worked hard to control the urge to turn his head to look at her.

Most of the downstairs is a dressing room, and there are so many mirrors in the room, presenting her figure in front of him.

From his point of view, her face was somewhat blurred by the reflection of the chandelier overhead, as if he had met her countless times in his dreams, and he could only use his own memory to complete her appearance.

Just like the him now, sitting beside her, but can only look at her appearance in the mirror.

The face that has been touched and kissed countless times, but in the end even seeing it has become a luxury.

Even guarding at her door requires a reason.

Cheng Jialu silently looked at her in the mirror, his brain was flooded with sadness and choked his throat, until he took a deep breath and forced those thoughts out of his mind with reason, he said : "After saying goodbye last time, I picked up the teacher's formula again, and I want to try again to see if I can perfect it."

Yan Weiran held the water glass in his hand, nodded: "Yes, I heard Zexi say it."

Cheng Jialu didn't expect Wei Zexi to be so generous, so he paused for a moment before saying: "Yes, after all, this is the opportunity for us to be together in the first place. But until you left me, I still haven't fulfilled your entrustment, so I think After all, we still have to start well and end well.”

"Actually, it's not mine, but the entrustment of the teacher to you." Yan Weiran said softly, "But you have this kind of heart, I still thank you on behalf of the teacher."

These words were said so lightly, even with a sense of heartlessness, which directly cut off Cheng Jialu's intention of thinking about the past.Cheng Jialu was stunned, with a hint of grief in his heart, and he tried to say calmly: "That's right, the formula improvement is about to succeed, I think you will be very happy to see the perfect formula. So, I came here to let you know."

In fact, they already have each other's contact information now, so there is no need to come here to inform them.

It's just that he worked so hard to seize such an excuse to come to her and talk to her.

Yan Weiran didn't explain all this, but his hard work made her feel sad.

The spring rain that had been pattering down beside them, the flowers that had wetted her skirt, and the words he said that day seemed to be still clearly around her, steaming like water vapor and lingering.

He said that spring in New York begins in May.

And at this moment, when she came back to her senses, she realized that it was already September in Shanghai.

She stood behind him, staring at his back for a long time.He had lost a lot of weight, his broad shoulders showed thin edges, his hair was also slightly longer, piled black on his pale neck, and the line of his jaw became thinner.

He was as good-looking as ever, only a perfectly carved sculpture.She still thinks he is the most beautiful person, but this good looks has no warmth, and she will never want to hold him in her arms again.

Her throat was tight, and the sadness of the past made her want to cry.She looked up at the chandelier above her head, closed her eyes under the brilliant light, and let the tears that shouldn't appear evaporate.

She walked slowly to the sofa next to him and sat down, looked at him and said softly, "No, I don't need that formula anymore."

Cheng Jialu was stunned: "Why not? I have done a very good job of oil control and moisturizing balance this time. Even if you are no longer interested in the teacher's formula, maybe you can still use it in your own products?"

Yan Weiran pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, then said, "I have already given the formula to Zhang Yuman. So all your improvements to the formula are meaningless."

"What are you thinking?" Cheng Jialu stared at her and asked, "Don't you suspect that she has something to do with your teacher's death and your serious injury? Why did you let such an important relic of your teacher fall into her hands?"

Yan Weiran listened to his words, thought for a while, and asked, "We're investigating the cause of the teacher's death, you know?"

"Well, Aze told me later."

"Don't worry, I have my own reasons for doing this, you just have to believe that I will not disappoint the teacher." Yan Weiran's reaction was a little too flat, "How did Fang Aili get the formula?"

"Now she is suffering from negative news. She came to me to confirm the authenticity of the formula. After knowing that it was indeed the formula that I helped Zhang Sizhao perfect, she conducted various tests in the R&D room and sent it to various quality departments. The inspection department has confirmed it. As far as I know, all the reports she has received so far say that the formula is absolutely safe and there is no problem. Therefore, Fang's senior management has passed a resolution and will start production as soon as possible to spend the time. crisis."

"Yes, this formula is still very safe." Yan Weiran smiled.

Seeing the mysterious smile on her face, Cheng Jialu was slightly surprised: "At first, I thought you handed over a fake recipe to Zhang Yuman to avenge the teacher, but I didn't expect you to actually give the correct recipe Handed it over to her? Are you tired of Zhang Yuman's entanglement, or can't stand her deception, so you failed your promise to the teacher?"

Yan Weiran's gaze was fixed on his face, looking at this perfect face that he loved so much and still feels flawless, he thought to himself, how would you know, half of the reason is that I don't know I was willing to implicate you, so I made up my mind and violated the teacher's last wish.

But she didn't say it. After all, there are some things that are meaningless to say, but it will only increase the annoyance.

She just lowered her head to drink water and said, "If you want to do it, just finish the recipe. I won't break my promise to the teacher for no reason. It's just this reason, I can't tell you now."

Cheng Jialu looked at her carefully, and asked softly, "Are you afraid that I will tell Fang Aili the inside story?"

"Yes." Yan Weiran held the cup and said seemingly relaxedly, "After all, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years."

These decisive and frank words shocked Cheng Jialu for an instant, and it was difficult to hide the sadness in his eyes: "Miran, you know that the past is just a misunderstanding, and I have already explained it to you."

"Sorry, I was joking."

Lowering her eyes to avoid his gaze, she didn't explain, nor did she continue talking to him, she just walked to the workbench and sat down, adjusting the color temperature of the professional lighting to natural light.

"The products of Zexi and I are under intense preparation, and I have to proofread some blush color cards."

When she mentioned Wei Zexi, she was reminding him; when she mentioned her work, she was also reminding him.

It's time to go, he has no reason to stay here.

Cheng Jialu sat blankly for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Can you sit a little longer? I... am a little tired."

Yan Weiran was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at him, his face was pale and bloodless, it really seemed that he had no strength left to hold on.

She just remembered that of course he was tired. He came from the United States for twelve hours and sat here waiting for her again.His body had also been destroyed, even worse than hers.

(End of this chapter)