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Qiting Resort Hotel in Lanting District.

The birthday banquet hall was crowded with hundreds of tables. Professor Zhen has students all over the world, not to mention Qi Xingyuan's relationship network, which comes from people with heads and faces.

Zhen Yi saw three people who are not strangers: Qi Qinqin, Qi Mian and Qi Miao. The first two were born to Qi Xingyuan ’s ex-wife, and the latter were illegitimate daughters, who did not follow the father ’s surname. All three sat outside, showing the status in the father's heart.

Go to the small dining room inside. As expected, Qi Hongdou, 9, sat in his father's arms and enjoyed all his gaze.

Zhen Yi couldn't help thinking of Cui Fei's man theory. Now she and Qi Hongdou are happy, but Qi Qinqin who should pay for their incomplete growth, and who owes their debt?

Everyone gathered around Qi Xingyuan to talk about current affairs and economy and business, but the real protagonist Professor Zhen was not interested.

At this age of his colleagues, out of virtue and respect, he will only send letters and will not attend meetings; for his students, the old professors and business giants are more important than others and have their own distinction.

Zhen Yi was not angry. Grandpa's mental state was good and bad now. These ordinary folks seldom provoke the old fairy of her family.

Grandpa stood by the buffet table, holding a small plate in one hand and a small fork in the other, carefully looking at the desserts on the table, judging tangledly, and determined for a long time to pick up a piece of Black Forest.

Zhen Yi clapped his hand and instructed: "Don't eat sweets while I'm away, it's time to fight!"

When Grandpa saw her, he opened his eyebrows, hehe smiled, tilted his head, and touched Zhen Yi's head: "Yes, no wonder, I'm in good health."

Zhen Yi was a little stunned, giving it to her grandmother's name.

Grandpa's condition was indeed more serious. That day Zhen Yi took him for a walk. His old and crumpled hands caressed the back of her hand and said softly: "Give it, if you were young and beautiful, I am old."

Zhen Yi thought, after this banquet, don't run grandpa in the future.

As for desserts, let's just say that this savvy party's banquet is the most loved by grandpa, but it is a cake carefully prepared by the pastry chef.

She picked a few small pieces of what Grandpa liked, cut it in half with a butter knife, and ate it with Grandpa.

Grandpa was happy, eating, and occasionally secretly kicking her feet from under the table, like an old naughty boy.

Zhen Yi inexplicably remembered the middle school for a long time, this is what she and her words are like.

After agreeing to be her boyfriend, Yange accompanied her to lunch every day.

At noon someone always brought him dinner. Rectangular food box, seven or eight layers up and down. Appetizers, cold dishes, soups, meat and fruits and vegetables, plus desserts, he eats together in a strict order, and will never be picky.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, eat in peace and quiet, without disgust or appreciation, neither repulsion nor enjoyment.

Zhen Yi is different. Chopsticks and knives are poking everywhere in his food box, one left and one right, without any order, and it does not stop at all: "Wow, it ’s delicious. It ’s a world-class cooking for you Cook? "

"A radish can actually make this kind of taste, I am willing to eat radish for the first time!"

"Aw, yuck, bitter gourd is so bitter, you are eating bitter gourd!"

really weird.

Countless lunches together, he did n’t respond to her surprise, but he never said things like “You talk too much”, “Do n’t talk to eat”, “Speak no more to you” Warning; although he has a strict order of eating, he never asks her to "you shouldn't do this" and "what you should eat first and then what to eat."

He said that he could not finish eating and wasted and wasted before allowing her to rub it; now think about it, he was never a person who wasted food, in fact, because she had prepared two servings.

There are also many misunderstandings: she has no appetite, or fears that he will not eat enough, and she will eat less; excess, he will inevitably eat it all, eating the stomach makes the stomach uncomfortable several times.

Suddenly the small hall became quiet, and Zhen Yi withdrew her thoughts.

The door opened, and the waiter bent over respectfully.

Zhen Yi accidentally saw An Yao enter the hall opposite, wearing a very beautiful Chinese style dress, very stunning, but only a back view, the door over there closed.

At the door, there is a saying, a black suit, the neckline design is like a tunic, unique style, retro and expensive.

Coupled with his outstanding appearance, it gave people a sense of brilliance.

Zhen Yi was not surprised at his arrival, but the next series of things made her completely subvert.

As soon as Yan Gefu appeared, Qi Xingyuan took down everyone around him, quickly got up, buckled up his suit buckle, walked quickly to Yan Ge, and reached out to him with a near-bearing gesture: "You can come, yes Our honor. "

Others are as unclear as Zhen Yi, looking at each other, I do not know what character this young man is.

Yan Ge shook hands with him, without much talk, went directly to Grandpa and Zhenyi, unbuttoned a suit buckle, sat down end by side, and wished Grandpa a birthday.

Grandpa Zhen laughed childishly.

The eyes of the whole house gathered here, and the words were unseen.

Although no one knows what his origins are, everyone can see that he is not simple, and his face is left to the old man, not Qi Xingyuan who is holding the moon.

"This is a gift list from home." He said warmly, and took out a ochre trifold gift card from his arms, antique, carved with ancient words.

Zhen Yi vaguely saw the Xiaozhuan font, which was extremely beautiful and exquisite. On one side, he wrote "the world still knows things, reading people is like reading a river."

The three-fold card opens, with a very thin sandalwood foil inside, and the small letters are neatly crafted.

Just when everyone was more curious, a few people respectfully but came in with a humble gift.

The first is the natural amber and black stone book town. The rare and transparent white amber appears to have a yellowish variegated color, but the most beautiful thing is that this variegated condenses into a cloud sea sunrise picture. No trace, no trace, just right. White amber is embedded in black stone, suitable for both hard and soft, very noble.

The second part is a set of jade tea cups, carved naturally. The color is green as if to drip out of water, dark and gloomy. A glance at the tip of my heart made me feel cool. This kind of top grade is worth a lot, not to mention a set of twelve.

The people in the hall are almost afraid to come out.

The third one is a three-headed, six-armed jade Buddha. The Buddha's face is serene and gentle. The golden base is already green and the traces are mottled.

It is an ancient Buddha.

I have seen the world before, but I was all surprised. Needles can be heard in the small hall, and the atmosphere is even a little tense, and everyone is appalled, like sitting on a needle felt.

Who gave such a gift? ?

Zhen Yi dumbfounded, and suddenly discovered that she might never have known words.

Zhen Yili rushed at the hand-washing table, feeling gloomy.

She was angry, but she didn't know who was angry.

When she was in high school, she never knew the family and details of her speech, and she never asked about it. At that time, I was only happy to know that I was sticking to him, but now I feel that even the least honesty was not obtained.

Freaks!

Deserve to be alone and die old!

When he looked up, he saw An Yao coming in from the mirror.

Zhen Yi's heart lags for a second.

An Yao is so beautiful today. The white blue and white silk dress with a simple Hanfeng design is not something you can buy on the market.

An Yao smiled and said hello. There is never any intersection between good and bad students.

The ancient dress was really amazing. Zhen Yi couldn't help but take a few more glances. An Yao saw him and smiled: "He has too many rules in his family. He can't choose his own clothes. Fortunately, I like it too."

Zhen Yi said nothing, and the speaker was afraid that it was not the words of a giant.

She didn't know how to answer the call. Looking at the rushing water of the sink, An Yao's thin, pale hands rubbed under the water again and again. She said, "An Yao, you washed your hands several times."

"Occupational diseases always feel unclean."

"Oh, many surgeons have cleanliness."

"It's not just surgery, it's like words, it also has a lot of cleanliness."

Zhen Yi's heart was scratched, sour.

She didn't even want to talk anymore. She always felt that anything she said would make An Yao engage in things related to her speech.

An Yao turned off the faucet to dry his hands, and suddenly said, "Zhen Yi, will you be my bridesmaid?"

Zhen Yi told the truth: "Other people. I feel embarrassed."

An Yao is not forced.

The two were speechless and left.

Marriage news.

Zhen Yi's heart is numb.

She remembered the flag-raising ceremony in middle school, and every time a student was put on stage to give a speech on the topic of "Dream". One day it was Zhen Yi ’s turn. She was wearing a school uniform and a red scarf (it was too late to join the group), standing on the rostrum, holding several fists in front of thousands of teachers and students in the middle and high schools, saying to the microphone:

"My dream is only one sentence. When I grow up, I will marry the words of class 1 in 2 years in junior high school!"

The whole school laughed.

"Zhenyi, come on!" She cheered herself seriously and stepped down with her head held high.

The Discipline Office has since canceled the dream speech. By the way, she was fined for sweeping the playground for a month.

After 8 years of separation, she has never loved others, even a little.

She thought he would not.

Zhen Yi exhaled a long time again and again, but the feeling of turbidity and stagnation in his chest could not be lingered, like he was slapped and slapped.

This feeling of wanting to vent, ah, she really hasn't realized it for many years. Not everyone can bully her.

Around the corner, I saw the man who gave her a haze, also in the corridor, with a smart suit and a fair face.

Zhen Yi looked straight, approached him a little bit, and then,

Pass by.

The heart fell inexplicably, like a sigh of relief, relieved and lost again.

Behind him, Yan Yan stopped and looked at her sideways: "Zhen Yi?"

"Something?"

The waves are not surprised, unlike the usual hippie smile.

The words were silent, and he was questioned by him, as if he didn't know why she called her.

"Zhen Yi, are you angry?"

"Yes!" She didn't pretend to be okay, "Why don't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask."

"You" Zhen Yi said a word, and her nose was sour.

Look at her quietly.

Under the lighting of the corridor, her face is extremely white. The typical southern girl has very delicate skin. It is as fragile and delicate as when she brought her face close to him many times many years ago.

Her eyes were red with anger, as if she could not bear to cry.

This surprised him. He didn't know that his background problem could make her angry like this.

He took long legs and took a step closer to her.

"I didn't hide you on purpose." He heard himself explaining.

Zhen Yiqi was very angry:

"Your personal affairs do not want to come up and say, this is not a concealment. Moreover, I did not ask you. You are the same as before, I do not ask, you will let me know nothing. Then ...

I can't say anything later.

Her heart was cold, like a wind.

At that time, she should feel aggrieved, but she didn't feel it; now, she is not qualified to be aggrieved, but she wants to cry.

There was no words at all.

Zhen Yi has never said this to him, but at this moment he suddenly realized that maybe she was sad before, because of his coldness and eccentricity, she had a heartbreak and hard work. So she

It was just that he did not want to put too much pressure on her, nor did she want her to become a person carved into the mold.

And Zhen Yi was disappointed with pain.

Before, she only thought he didn't like her; now, he is about to get married without telling her?

Yes, she didn't ask.

But she didn't want to provoke him, why did he protect her so intimately when Yao Feng attacked? Don't say anything to save people, with his character even if he sees robbery and killing people! Didn't he know that if she gave her a little sweetness, she would be willing to kill the moths? A gentleman's polite reminder "I'm getting married" is so difficult?

"If you have anything else you want to know, I can tell you." He looked down at her with a deep eyebrow. "However, I am very monotonous, and it seems that there is nothing else worth digging."

"There's nothing to know." She turned around and paused again, "Dr. Yan, I think in your current capacity, we're better off keeping strangers away."

For the first time, she didn't take into account his feelings and left quickly.

Zhen Yi went out of the elevator in a bad mood and unlocked the door. The light was on at home and the smell of the food. These two things are really soothing, she suddenly didn't hurt so much.

Walking to the kitchen, Si Gui and Yang Zi took the induction cooker to cook the hot pot, and they ate heartily.

Si Gui took the lead to see Zhen Yi and saw that her expression was not very good. She stood up quickly and raised her hand to admit her mistake:

"Zhen, we should have left early in the morning, but your house is so good to live in, soaking in the bathtub for a whole morning. There are too many delicious dishes in the refrigerator. After eating for an afternoon, I later saw the hot pot bottom material and greedy. Rubbed for a day. Don't rush me, after eating this meal, it will disappear immediately. "

Zhen Yi stretched her face and sat down at the dining table, glancing at the fragrant dishes in the pot; the two immediately diligently looked for chopsticks in the bowl and held them all in front of her.

She took it, took the mushrooms and mutton from the pot and stuffed her mouth, eating it with a somber look. Si Gui and Yang Zi watched uncomfortably.

Zhen Yi finished chewing, swallowed, and asked with a straight face:

"Soak all morning in the bathtub, do you two stir?"

The two froze for a second, rushed to beat her: "Asshole guy, thought you were angry!"

Zhen Yi shrank on the chair to hide the itch and laughed.

When I went home to see my friend, there was a spicy hot pot waiting for her, and she didn't know how warm she was.

"How can you not drink cola liquor when you eat spicy hot?" Zhen Yi took a toughened glass and mixed half a glass of liquor and half a glass of cola.

Yang Zi filled herself with coke: "Don't expect me, I can't drink white. I said, you can change cola liquor in middle school. Can this habit be changed. Si Gui, how can you bear her at university?"

Si Gui was surprised, staring at the amber bubble liquid in Zhen Yi's glass: "I've never seen Zhen Yi drink."

"Quit. But today is special, an exception." Zhen Yi smiled, and looked up, the whole glass of wine went down.

After drinking, without blushing, wipe the back of the hand to the mouth, pick up the chopsticks and continue to fish, pour the cola and wine, drink while eating, and the feet are still squatting on the chair.

Si Gui looked horrified: "Zhen, are you okay?"

"What's the matter?" Zhen Yi chewed the shrimp **** strangely.

Yang Zi slowly swallowed Coke: "Si Gui, it's okay, she's like that in middle school."

"Is it?" Si Gui was half-confident, and thought something was wrong.

Zhen Yi has been eating and drinking for a long time, like the starving ghost released from the prison.

"Zhen, slow down. You will choke if you eat too much."

Before the words fell, Zhen Yi coughed violently, holding the edge of the table. Yang Zi quickly poured water on her, and Si Gui patted her shoulder.

Zhen Yi covered her mouth with a tissue, and the chili choked the intake pipe, burning pain. She coughed violently, her face flushed as if to cough up her lungs.

After coughing, the tears came down.

Si Gui has never seen Zhen Yi crying, scared: "What's wrong?"

She wiped tears from her fingers and gently said, "I was bullied."

After talking, calmly, pick up the chopsticks again, pick up a larger pile of food and send it to the mouth, as if the hollow in my heart can only be filled with food.

Si Gui and Yang Zi are at a loss, and can only watch Zhen Yi stuffing spicy food into her stomach. Eating and eating, once again a crystal clear liquid smashed into the bowl, drop by drop, like a broken bead.

Si Gui is going crazy: "What the **** is going on, Zhen Yi you say! Who bullied you, I will avenge you!"

She went round and round and grabbed her short hair into a henhouse, thinking anxiously: "Are you raped?"

Zhen Yi laughed out loud, raised her head, her eyes were full of tears, and cried while funny: "I wish I had been raped by him, but he looked down on me. Haha, so funny."

Tears poured out, she could n’t laugh, and looked down on herself,

"Zhen Yi, you are so **** cheesy!" She raised her hand and slapped a slap in the face, almost blushing.

Crisp applause echoed in the restaurant, and Si Gui and Yang Zi were all frightened. The Zhen Yi they knew had never been like this.

Si Gui collapsed: "What kind of wind do you draw, what is going on?"

Zhen Yi covered her eyes with her hand and took a quivering breath: "Nothing happened. It's just, I like someone, but he doesn't like me. I want to chase him, but he is getting married. It's simple. , Very simple. "

The fountain of tears generally flowed from her fingers, her lips trembling violently and her breathing messy.

"It's really useless, planted on him again." She shook her shoulders violently, her head deep and deep, trembling softly,

"What should I do? I like him again, but he still doesn't like me, what should I do?"

Tears flowed like crazy, she covered her mouth and nose with both hands, she cried and shook her body back and forth, saying repeatedly:

"What should I do? Then, then, then, then, and so much like him, what should I do? He still doesn't like me, what should I do? God, what should I do?"

There is only one sentence of my dream. When I grow up, I will marry the words of class 1 in 2 years in junior high school.

However, he is going to marry someone, what should I do?

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