As Yang Fei expected, Han Yiyi's sad story is nothing more than love but not love, love but fruitless.

When she was in college, she met a sunny and handsome young man, a young man from the northwest countryside, with a resolute character, and studied hard.

After graduation, the young man returned to his hometown in the northwest, far away from Shang Hai.

The young man's favorite song is "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow", on the day of separation, he got on the train and sang this song affectionately to Han Yiyi, who saw him off on the platform.

Like many college student romances that ended without a problem, the story between the two of them was not there.

"That day, he wrote a letter to me, saying that his family was so poor that there was only one cave, that he and I were people of two worlds, and that he could not give me happiness, and that he attached a photo of his wedding to another woman. He said that he married a local rural woman, and only such a woman was worthy of ......"

Yang Fei listened quietly, such a story is really old-fashioned.

"I read the letter and was in a bad mood, so I cried on your shoulder that day. ”

"Oh, the breakup letter you received that day?"

"It's not a breakup, neither he nor I have held hands. ”

"Won't it?"

"Really, I didn't even skip the dance. He only knows how to study, for fear of wasting time on other things. ”

"Then what are you hurting? It's not a hobby?"

"What is love?"

Yang Fei couldn't say clearly, isn't platonic spiritual love really not love?

In order to enlighten her, Yang Fei smiled: "At least you have to hold hands, right?"

Han Yiyi was stunned, and then reacted, Yang Fei was joking, and couldn't help laughing: "Makes sense." Then we've already held hands with each other, more than once!"

Yang Fei smiled: "If you can laugh, it means that it is really over." ”

The relationship between the two is more intimate.

That unintentional chance encounter and dancing is like a warm memory, enough to shorten the distance between the two people.

After dancing for an hour, Yang Fei and Han Yiyi came out.

Han Yiyi's mood recovered, and her voice was as pleasant as a silver bell when she laughed.

When I came to the street, the wind suddenly became stronger, and it was so cold that people wrapped their coats tightly.

Han Yiyi's gaze suddenly froze.

Yang Fei followed her eyes and saw a Toyota car parked on the side of the road, and a man and a woman were getting out of the car.

The man turned around and saw Han Yiyi as well, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Yang Fei asked, "This is the young man?"

Han Yiyi nodded: "It's him." ”

"Didn't you say that he went back to his hometown in the northwest?"

That's what he said in his letter. Han Yiyi shook her head helplessly.

The expression on the man's face was richer and more complex than Han Yiyi's.

The woman beside him stretched out her right hand and twisted the man heavily: "Hey, when you see the fairy beauty, you can't take your eyes off? Believe it or not, I gouged out your eyes?"

The man said embarrassedly: "Don't make trouble, it's an acquaintance." ”

"Yo, do you know such a beautiful woman?" Say, who is she?" The woman was unrelenting, and seeing that the man didn't speak, she twisted her high heels and walked in front of Han Yiyi.

The woman was wearing high heels, and she was not as tall as Han Yiyi, in order to show her momentum, she crossed her hands on her waist and stared at Han Yiyi: "Do you know my man?

Han Yiyi said: "Classmate." ”

"Yo, it's a classmate! No wonder he's looking forward to the class reunion! He probably wants to see you, right?" the woman said bitterly.

Han Yiyi said: "Where are you from?"

"Allah is from Shanghai, hey, where is Allah from, do you need to take care of it?" the woman said annoyedly.

"I've seen you. Han Yiyi said softly.

"Where have you seen me? I am married to Liu Weidong, and I have never seen you. ”

"He sent me a photo of your wedding. You're a little thinner and you only have one chin. ”

"You, dare to scold me for being fat? You are so thin? I warn you, don't want to pester my family Weidong!"

Han Yiyi said with a cold face: "You think too much." ”

Liu Weidong walked over and asked, "Yiyi, are you okay?"

Han Yiyi said: "I'm fine. ”

Liu Weidong said: "Where are you going? Do you need me to send you?"

Han Yiyi said: "No, thank you!"

Liu Weidong's wife was already jealous, and reached out to twist him again, so painful that he inhaled the cold air.

"Do you still want to send her? How intimate is it, how intimate is it? Are you transparent to me? Or are I air?" The woman had a pair of triangular eyes, and the flesh on her face was long, and she looked fierce and mean.

Liu Weidong glared at his wife angrily, but he didn't dare to get angry, and said to Han Yiyi: "I came to Shanghai before last, and now I am the director of the sales department of a daily chemical raw material factory. ”

The woman added, "That factory belongs to my family! My dad is the factory director!"

Liu Weidong's face was swept away by the woman, but he was usually used to being strict with his wife, and he didn't dare to get angry at the moment.

Han Yiyi thought she would be angry, but instead she smiled and said, "That's good." ”

At this time, the mouse had already stopped the taxi.

Yang Fei said: "Yiyi, can you get in the car first?"

Han Yiyi said with a smile: "Boss, then we will make up our minds, next time we come to my house for dinner!"

Yang Fei said: "If you have a chance, you must go." ”

Han Yiyi didn't look at Liu Weidong, waved goodbye to Yang Fei, and got into the taxi.

The rat beckoned again, beckoning a taxi.

The woman said to Liu Weidong: "I know who she is, it's Han Yiyi, the class flower you often talk about, right? Look at her, she looks like a vase, what's the use? It's been a few years since graduation, and she doesn't even have a car, and the boyfriend she is looking for is also a migrant worker who doesn't have a car! You tell you, there is green smoke on the grave of your Liu family's ancestors, so you can marry a good wife like me, and if you marry me, you will have to work hard for at least 20 years......

Of course, Yang Fei was too lazy to care about such a general plan, he was about to get into a taxi, when he suddenly saw a familiar Mercedes-Benz driving over.

Sure enough, it was an acquaintance, this was the car of a vice president of purchasing at Zhonghua Toothpaste Factory.

Yang Fei and the vice president of procurement have had several relationships.

The vice president of purchasing firmly remembered the appearance of the boss.

He didn't wait for the driver to stop the car steadily, he had already pushed the car door, walked over quickly, and stretched out his hands from afar: "Boss, boss!"

Yang Fei shook hands with him and exchanged a few words.

When Liu Weidong saw the vice president of purchasing, he came forward to greet him enthusiastically as if he had met his own father: "Hello Mr. Chen, does Mr. Chen remember me? I am the sales manager of your supplier, and I once invited you to dinner." ”

Mr. Chen didn't look at him, but just let out a cold sigh, smiled all over his face, and bent down slightly to Yang Fei: "Boss, I heard that you inspected the Zhonghua Toothpaste Factory today, and I happened to be absent from the factory.

Yang Fei waved his hand: "I've eaten it." You're busy!"

After speaking, Yang Fei went straight to the taxi.

Mr. Chen flattered Yang Fei to close the car door, nodded his head, and waved goodbye until he couldn't see a taxi.

This scene made Liu Weidong and his wife stunned, their mouths opened wide, and their jaws were about to fall to the ground!