In fact, after listening to Caijia's words about Tongcheng Road and Bridge, the reason why He Guaner sat still for a long time was to adapt to this pain.

At first, the pain was like a thorn buried in her heart, slowly flowing to her whole body with her breathing and heartbeat, so painful that she didn't dare to move at all, afraid that she would be out of breath when she moved, and tears would fall when she moved.

After that, she forcibly held back her tears, and the pain also gathered back in her heart, gradually fading, but never disappeared.

The pain reminded her that she was no different from ordinary people, and that she would have all kinds of emotions because of a man, and even wanted to go forward and explore the root cause of these emotions.

So she felt that she had an unspeakable missing life in the past, and she was a little fuller.

What he looks like, what his name is, what he does, what his personality is, for a while, these superficial things don't matter anymore.

She will be distressed, she will care, and she will not be able to let go, so that the melancholy she is now is just because Mo Chun is that person.

He Wan'er was stunned, sighed involuntarily, and took a step under his feet, but felt that the floor tiles under his feet were loose.

Then a stream of sewage rushed up from the crack and landed on the upper of her shoe.

He Wan'er came back to his senses and couldn't cry or laugh.

There was a heavy rain the day before yesterday, there was no sun in winter, and the ground dried slowly, so a lot of sewage accumulated in the cement bricks on the side of the road. She couldn't notice her feet in a depressed state just now, and suddenly stepped on the bricks that had been loosened in the side seams, making herself embarrassed.

Look at the path under her feet, paved with this dark gray square cement brick, it seems that there are traps everywhere, and she doesn't know whether to go left or right.

Just like her mood now - hesitating for a while, not knowing whether to move forward or backward.

Take a brave step forward, or do you do, as you always do, shrink into your shell and hide?

He Wan'er stood in place for at least a few minutes, and finally took out her mobile phone and dialed a number she had stored in her address book not long ago.

Between the dials, her fingertips were trembling, this was the first time she had called him, and she was inevitably a little nervous.

A few seconds later, the phone was connected, and a deep and mellow male voice sounded in the microphone: "Hey?"

The moment she heard his voice, her blood rushed to her brain, and it was about to explode.

"It's me. He Guan'er's palms began to sweat, barely able to keep his voice from trembling.

"I know. His voice was soft, but there was a hint of hoarseness that sounded like he had a cold and wasn't quite cured.

He Wan'er wanted to ask him if he was feeling better, but he hesitated a little when he spoke, but he stammered instead: "Mr. Mo, that, are you free tomorrow?"

"What?" Mo Chunshan replied, with a slightly raised tone at the end.

"I, you ......" He Wan'er suddenly became speechless.

She took a deep breath, patted her chest, and said, "Your handkerchief is with me, if you are free tomorrow, I will send it to the company for you tomorrow." ”

No one was talking on the other end of the line, and then she heard the sound of the pages of the paper turning. She speculated that he was probably looking through his notebook to check the itinerary.

Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, he replied: "At present, it seems that I am free at about six o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow."

"Good. He Wan'er hurriedly agreed, for fear that he would regret it, "Then you wait for me in the company, don't run." ”

There was a soft laugh on the other side, and before she could hear it really, she heard him speak: "Tomorrow Saturday, will you also go to work?"

He Wan'er hurriedly replied: "Yes, you know the nature of my work, but I work the most overtime on weekends." ”

"Well," he replied, "I'll pass over there in the afternoon, and you'll be waiting for me about six o'clock." ”

He Guan'er breathed a long sigh of relief: "Okay, then I'll see you then." ”

"See you then. Mo Chunshan responded.

After a few words, it was time to hang up the phone, He Waner was a little reluctant, but he also knew that it was not appropriate to say too much at this time.

So she said goodbye, waited for Mo Chunshan's goodbye and ended the call, but she didn't expect him to speak for a long time.

She didn't know what to say, so she hung up the line directly, and she was a little reluctant.

So he stood dumbfounded with his phone in his hand, and through the earpiece, he seemed to be able to hear his breathing.

"Rest well and stay safe. ”

More than ten seconds passed before He Waner heard Mo Chunshan speak. There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, and it seemed to carry a different kind of emotion.

She didn't have time to reply, and the phone was already beeping in the receiver.

A few minutes passed, and He Guaner had already walked through the cement brick road full of traps. Her flushed complexion began to fade, her heartbeat stabilized, and her thoughts began to fluctuate.

It wasn't a long conversation, but she began to figure out the meaning of every word he said over and over again.

It's just that the last sentence always feels a little strange.

He Wan'er tilted his head and thought about it, but at this time, he only felt that his head was filled with a mess, and the more he thought about it, the more it became a mess, and he couldn't have a clear idea at all.

Unable to figure it out, she simply gave up.

Anyway, we have to meet tomorrow, and if you have time to dwell on those two sentences, it is better to go home and rest early and have a beauty sleep, so as not to have dark circles under your eyes when you meet tomorrow.

She wanted to understand what was going on, and suddenly the phone rang again.

It was Ke Zhifang's phone - He Waner looked at the caller ID and was obviously stunned.

With the recent series of accidents, she hasn't remembered the name Ke Zhifang for a long time. Now when I saw him calling, I remembered in a trance that I didn't seem to have made an appointment for a consultation for a long time.

Sure enough, as soon as he picked up the phone, Ke Zhiyi asked: "It seems that you haven't made an appointment for consultation for a long time, I shouldn't have made this call, and I'm still a little worried after thinking about it, so I'll ask you how you are doing." ”

After a pause, he said in a half-joking tone again: "It's also possible that I'm missing your monthly consultation fee of 2,000." ”

He Guan'er held his mobile phone, pondered for a moment, and replied: "Are you free tonight?" It just so happens that I still owe you a meal, how about eating Bishan rabbits?"

Ke Zhifang was stunned, and then laughed, his breath clearly audible.

After a few seconds, he replied briskly, "Okay, where are you? I'll pick you up." ”

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The local Jianghu cuisine of Gyeongju and Gyeongju hot pot are the same road, open and close, heavy oil, heavy and spicy, and among the representatives of Jianghu cuisine, in addition to the famous anchovies, He Waner loves to eat Bishan rabbits.

It is spicy and fragrant, and the special cooking method can highlight the smoothness and tenderness of rabbit meat, so many ladies who don't eat rabbits can't stand the temptation of this dish.

At seven o'clock, He Guaner and Ke Zhifang arrived at a famous shop in Bishan.