I, Qing Huan

At 2:30 in the morning, the street was empty, the sky was full of snow, and Wan Lai was silent.

Qi Yi finally finished the last bit of work at hand, stretched his waist comfortably, turned off the computer, plugged in the charging cable for the phone, turned off the light and went into the warm quilt. When she was going to sleep in a daze, suddenly there was a knocking sound.

咚, 咚, 咚.

Qi Yi immediately became sober, the door was knocked a little eagerly. She immediately crawled out of the comfortable bed and went to the door to check the situation.

As soon as the door opened, I saw a woman covered with snow standing there with red eyes, most of the snow had turned into water, and her long curly hair, which had been burnt with a delicate curve, was miserably attached to the side of her pale face, with one hand on her. The snow-drenched coat, a pair of large sunglasses in one hand, and the wet shirt clinging to the body, has a kind of embarrassing beauty.

"Wish Zhu, why are you soaking like this?" Qi Yi became anxious for a moment, worried that her appearance would be photographed by the squatting paparazzi, so Zhu Qinghuan went into the room, "Come in quickly."

Zhu Qinghuan pressed her lips tightly and followed Qi Yi into the room.

"What's the matter? Why did you come to me in the middle of the night?" Qi Yi helped Zhu Qinghuan take the sunglasses and wet coat in his hand, "Have you...cried?"

Zhu Qinghuan is a very gentle temper, most people will not be willing to bully her when looking at her soft eyes. If she is really bullied, she will only smile and never care about others. Qi Yi and her were in college for four years. In the four years, she had never seen her red eyes with anyone. Later, Zhu Qinghuan entered the entertainment circle and became a top-notch flower with a smooth journey. During the period, there were many unfamiliar private messages. She is very dirty words. But Zhu Qinghuan would only slowly read one by one with his eyes down, without saying anything, not even angry, and would add an extra "Thank you for paying attention to me" in the automatic reply. For such a slow person, Qi Yi rarely sees her being made to cry.

"Xiaoyi," Zhu Qinghuan's lips trembled slightly, "She's back."

"Who?" Qi Yi was puzzled.

Zhu Qinghuan raised her eyes, her eyelashes were fluttering: "Nanyang, she's back."

Qi Yi was taken aback and understood Zhu Qinghuan's fear at the moment.

Zhu Qinghuan knew from the beginning of the memorial that the name of the person he was going to marry was Nanyang.

More than 20 years ago, Zhu’s family opened a small company. When Zhu Jun married Yu Fengli, the company was developing well. Although it didn’t make much money, it was at least profitable. But after Yu Fengli became pregnant, the whole country encountered an unusually severe financial crisis. Small companies like the Zhu family became the cannon fodder inside. It was just a project that had a problem and all the company's capital chain was broken. At that time, Zhu Jun stood on the top floor every day, thinking about whether he should jump down, but if he jumped down, the debt would not be cleared with his death.

At this time, the city’s richest man, Mei’s Group, approached Zhu Jun. Chairman Mei Zhongli said, I can save your company as well as your life. I have only one condition, let your daughter and my daughter get married and get married when they grow up.

The desperate Zhu Jun didn't dare to ask Mei Zhongli's reason for doing so, so he compromised and agreed, agreeing to promise his unborn daughter to the Mei family in the form of an exchange of benefits. Mei Zhongli also said, "I'll give you the name, let's call it Qinghuan."

Zhu Jun glanced at the rough-edged dictionary he could afford, and the names already written in the notebook next to him, and humbled his head to Mei Zhongli. Well, it's all based on you, called Qinghuan.

Since then, the relationship between the Mei family and the Zhu family has become closer. Mei Zhongli will visit frequently and care about the situation of the Zhu family more than his relatives. He watched Zhu Qinghuan grow from a baby to a little girl, from a girl to a girl, and then from a girl to a mature woman. During this period, he kept telling Zhu Qinghuan that when you grow up, you will marry my daughter Nanyang. Remember, you can’t like others, you only have one choice, which is Nanyang.

But since childhood, Zhu Qinghuan has never seen Nanyang in Mei Zhongli's mouth. All she knows is that Nanyang is eleven years older than herself. She has been sent to Australia to study since she was a child and has never returned. Mei Zhongli said that when she comes back, it will be when you get married.

She didn't even know what Nanyang looked like.

"Did your father say that? She is coming back?" Qi Yi looked at Zhu Qinghuan with red eyes in distress.

"Yeah." Zhu Qinghuan frowned, and there was still a choking voice in his voice, "I had a fight with my dad, and I said I didn't want to marry someone I didn't know. He didn't promise me."

"I wish..."

"Xiaoyi," Zhu Qinghuan's eyes moistened again, "I don't want this, I don't want my marriage... It's the plaything of the rich, do you understand?"

Love and marriage should be the freest existence. It is not easy for a person to live alone in the world. It is the most important thing in a woman's life to choose a person whom she admires for the rest of her life. But she didn't have a choice. Her marriage was sentenced to a sentence since she was born. The name of that shackle was "Nanyang".

Who will be willing?

Qi Yi sighed and said, "Let's take a bath first."

Zhu Qinghuan just stood still, his gaze slightly lost: "I want to struggle once."

Qi Yi looked at her, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, his eyes filled with pity.

"From childhood to adulthood, every step of my life was arranged by Uncle May. I read the school he picked for me, made friends with the people he picked, and was sent to the entertainment circle by him. Even the brokerage company helped me. Signed." Zhu Qinghuan's pale face hung down, "But there is only marriage. I want to be the master by myself."

"I'll take you to Mei's tomorrow." Qi Yi smiled relievedly. "Go to President Mei and tell him what you want to say."

Zhu Qinghuan gave a hum and looked at Qi Yi gratefully: "Thank you, Xiaoyi. I disturbed you in the middle of the night, sorry."

"What are you polite? How many years have we been dating?" Qi Yi smiled and touched Zhu Qinghuan's wet head. "Go take a shower, or you really will catch a cold. How do you record the variety show in two days? What?"

Zhu Qinghuan nodded obediently.

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They only slept for four hours. Early the next morning, Qi Yi wore two dark circles under his eyes and carried Zhu Qinghuan with his sleepy eyes, and slowly detoured to the Meishi Group Science and Technology Park. No way, Qi Yi is a teacher. He has to go to school early to see the students study early, and then he will be late.

The heavy snow was still falling. After arriving at the destination, Qi Yi took an umbrella from the car to her and told her to cover the snow carefully.

I wish Qinghuan became sober by the cold air when I got out of the car. She put on her sunglasses, confirmed that no one else noticed her, then bent down and said goodbye to Qi Yi quickly, clutching her sunglasses and walking towards the park entrance.

The new security guard at the door hurriedly put down the half-eaten meat buns, and stopped her: "Miss, who are you looking for? Is there an appointment?"

Zhu Qinghuan buried the lower half of his face in the collar and replied softly: "I'm looking for you, Chairman Mei."

"President Mei hasn't gone to work yet, and there is probably no one in the office. Why don't you wait for a while, his secretary comes, I will let you in after I confirm?"

"You..." Zhu Qinghuan was about to say something more, then she thought about it, and didn't want the security to recognize her, so she pursed her mouth and asked, "Where am I waiting?"

"Over there," the security guard pointed to the corner of the street, "you can see a bus stop when you turn around. There is a roof, seats, airtight, and comfortable."

"Okay," Zhu Qinghuan nodded to the security guard politely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The security guard waved his hand happily.

Zhu Qinghuan moved low-key step by step to the bus stop that was described by the security as a VIP room. She raised her hand to take off her sunglasses and wiped the mist on it with her neckline.

Turning the corner, the station is close at hand.

The heavy snow covered everything visible to the naked eye with white, and the wind swept the snow and filled the surrounding air, making everything blurred.

Snow was blown under the umbrella. She squinted and passed through the broken snow on her eyelashes, vaguely seeing a person sitting next to the stop sign.

A vague outline.

She blinked, and the snow on her eyelashes melted.

The person's appearance suddenly became clear.

It was a young woman, wearing a warm and elegant white down jacket, with long, black hair dripping on the pure white cloth, as beautiful as silk. She was lowering her head to eat a bunch of candied haws, her bulging mouth chewing slowly, and the yellow syrup stained her snow-white fingertips, with a greasy beauty. The drooping eyebrows are curled with coldness, but it does not prevent them from looking good, so that people want to learn a set of sketching skills immediately and find an artistic carrying container for them.

Black to extreme hair, white to extreme clothes. Extremely red sugar, extremely cold person.

If this season of winter can be transformed into an adult, it must be like this. Pure and clear, cool and unique, the ends of the eyebrows and hair are endlessly shaking, just looking at her, as if you can feel the snow blowing from her character.

She doesn't seem to belong to this chaotic and impetuous era.

The woman suddenly stopped chewing and slowly raised her head to look here.

Zhu Qinghuan stared at those light brown eyes that looked like tea, and his heart suddenly disappeared.

The woman was stunned, then lowered her head, and fumbled in the pocket of the down jacket without holding the candied haws hand. After a while, she took out a pack of tissues and raised her hand to Zhu Qinghuan from a distance:

"give."

Zhu Qinghuan was in a daze, "...Huh?"

"Wipe it."

The woman raised her hand, seemingly reluctant to talk more.

Zhu Qinghuan blinked a few times, and hurriedly returned to his senses. After touching his face, he realized that the snow in the corner of his eyes had turned into a wet.

"Yes, it's snow, it has melted..." Zhu Qinghuan explained in a panic, she was afraid that this woman would misunderstand that she was crying. Although it is not ashamed to cry, it is always not good to be misunderstood.

"Ok."

There is still only one word, cold and distant.

Zhu Qinghuan quickly cleaned up her mood, went under the shed, and took the tissue. She sat silently next to the woman, carefully maintaining the distance between them.

Is there really so much snow in her eyes?

strange.

The woman began to eat the bunch of candied haws again, without saying a word, frowning slightly, as if she was distressed about how to finish it before the icing was finished.

"Return it to you, thanks, thank you." Zhu Qinghuan handed the remaining tissues back to the woman beside him.

"You keep it."

"Then, thank you."

"Ok."

Zhu Qinghuan shook back and forth like sitting on pins and needles. The air was silent for a while. She felt a little embarrassed, so she had nothing to say: "You...are you waiting for the bus here?"

"No."

Still simple two words.

"Then you...what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for Mei Zhongli."

"Mei..." Zhu Qinghuan reacted, only to find that she called Mei Zhongli's name directly, "Are you an employee of Mei's?"

"Employee?" The woman frowned questioningly, "...I think it is." She was silent for a moment and asked Zhu Qinghuan on her own initiative, "Are you waiting for the bus?"

When Zhu Qinghuan heard her say so many words in one breath, she took the initiative to ask herself, and couldn't help but smile: "I am like you, waiting for your chairman."

The woman bit down another candied haw, and said softly: "Yeah."

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Zhu Qinghuan was originally not a character who loves to lift her own sex, but she wanted to find a topic to chat with this woman. She likes to listen to her. "You may not know me, my name is Zhu Qing Huan, have you heard my name? You should have heard it? I... I'm a star, and I'm a popular searcher these days."

The woman's action of eating candied haws stopped, and after a moment, she let out a sigh.

"Of course I know, your name is Qinghuan."

"Really?" Zhu Qinghuan was very happy when she heard her say that she knew her. "Then you may just be familiar with my name. You haven't clicked it in to see it, so you didn't recognize my face just now."

"..." She did not speak.

Zhu Qinghuan looked down at her toes, not knowing what to say.

After a while, the woman took the initiative to speak, "What are you looking for Mei Zhongli?"

Zhu Qinghuan smiled bitterly. It stands to reason that she shouldn't talk about this with strangers. Who knows if this person is good or bad, will she turn her face and sell herself to the marketing account. But... the relationship between her and Mei's marriage has long been deliberately let go by Mei Zhongli, and it is already well known in the circle. What's the difference?

"It's nothing, you should have seen it from Group 8 or elsewhere. Mei and I..." Zhu Qinghuan frowned, his eyes filled with bitterness, "I...I don't want to..."

"Don't you want to marry Mei?"

The woman lowered her head, bit the sign dipped in rock candy, and asked vaguely.

Zhu Qinghuan did not speak.

The woman was silent for a long time, suddenly turned over and turned in her handbag for a while. After a while, she took out a bunch of rock candy strawberries, her eyes were on her food from beginning to end, "If you really don’t want to marry, just talk to She said she will not force you."

Zhu Qinghuan looked at her suspiciously: "He? Which one? Uncle May?"

The woman did not answer. She glanced at the watch on her wrist, and suddenly stood up, holding a strawberry that had only eaten a rock candy, softened her voice and said to Zhu Qinghuan: "I'm leaving now, it's snowing outside, you be careful."

"Then you..." Zhu Qinghuan wanted to say, you don't have an umbrella, so let's stay a little longer.

But the woman didn't give her a chance to stay, she quickly turned and left. Zhu Qinghuan looked at her blankly, seeing that the thin back figure blended with the heavy snow outside, without any embarrassment from the snow, and even harmonious, as harmonious as a complete ink painting.

A strange thought flashed through Zhu Qinghuan's heart:

It would be nice if that woman had another umbrella in her hand.

Moreover, it must be the ancient plain oiled paper umbrella.