The behind-the-scenes boss of Lingfeng CAFA Postgraduate Examination Institute is a senior brother of the art department who graduated in the early years, named Zhou Qiyang, whose hometown is in Liaoning, I heard that he is a rich third generation, and he does not worry about entrepreneurial funds. The postgraduate examination institution is just one of the most unknown industries under his name, and his main industry is a chain of specialty theme restaurants.

The teachers hired by the institution are all publicly-funded graduate students of CAFA, and a few have graduated. On the weekend, while most of the people were free, Zhou Qiyang entertained a table of wine and food in the restaurant he operated.

Zhou Jiyou was pulled by Jing Qiao.

Jing Qiao is lively, can speak well, deals well with a group of elderly people in the institution, and loves to join in the fun. But Zhou Jiyou is different, she doesn't talk much, she only answers when others ask, and never takes the initiative to find topics.

In such a lively dinner, she ate little and said little, which soon attracted the attention of the host Zhou Qiyang.

Before this, Zhou Jiyou and Jing Qiao had not had a word-to-word communication with Zhou Qiyang, they were contacted by Liang Lexin, another partner of the institution, to come to class, and Zhou Qiyang has always been in a hurry, and he has never even had a photo before.

The old and the new are replaced, and there are more than a dozen people here, and Zhou Qiyang can name no more than five fingers.

He looked at them one by one quietly, and finally, his gaze stopped, picked up the wine glass and stood up, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his glass in the direction of Jing Qiao and Zhou Jiyou, "I want to salute the two new teachers, welcome to join Ling Feng, hard work two." ”

Jing Qiao was busy serving a drink, and he didn't finish chewing a piece of fish fillet in his mouth, swallowed it directly, and stood up suddenly, "Senior Brother Zhou, you are too polite, it's not hard at all." ”

Zhou Qiyang smiled with a smile in his eyes: "You have called you directly, which of us is polite?" ”

Far away, shouting at the next table, attracting the attention of a table of people.

Jing Qiao's face did not change, and the sycophants were not leaking: "I'm not polite, don't old Beijingers open and close their mouths and love to say 'you', I am following the local customs and showing cordiality." ”

Someone at the dinner table immediately pouted: "Xiaojing just can talk." ”

It wasn't loud, but it was almost heard by everyone present.

Zhou Jiyou stood beside Jing Qiao with a cup, and when he heard the words, he followed the prestige, it was Jing Qiao's second senior sister of the same mentor - Feng Shilan.

The two of them are not in harmony with each other, and they have not been on the same page.

"Our family Jojo is indeed better than some people, and I am ashamed of this." Zhou Jiyou's beautiful eyes were bent, and his smile was ashamed, "Senior Brother Zhou, I can't speak, what Jing Qiao said is what I want to say, our group of alumni can get together in the great Beijing, it is very kind." ”

Jing Qiao glanced at her slantedly, and glanced at Feng Shilan's face by the way, and sure enough, it was already white and white.

The corners of Zhou Qiyang's lips curled into a shallow smile, and his eyes were gentle and calm: "I belong to the same family as my junior sister, and I am also very kind." ”

Zhou Jiyou smiled unabated, and his pupils narrowed slightly.

The first contact, this person gave her the feeling, indescribably weird.

In the middle of the meal, Zhou Jiyou and Jing Qiao walked out of the box together, walked through the corridor and hall, and followed the signs hanging on the beams of the room to go to the bathroom.

Jing Qiao was relieved when he thought of Feng Shilan's secretly deflated appearance.

"I didn't tell you how many stumbling blocks she caused me in the project that the teacher taught me this time, why did you say that I was so unlucky, I was put in a group with her when I returned, and she was good at pretending, so that everyone thought that I had a good relationship with her, but whenever I encountered anything, someone sued her."

The built-in air conditioner on the ceiling blew gusts of cold wind, and the pores of Zhou Jiyou's arms trembled as he passed by.

The air conditioner is too much, and after staying for a long time, it is a little uncomfortable.

Her left arm fell in front of her, rubbing it gently with one hand, and she made a point-to-point comment: "It's all your fault. ”

Jing Qiao choked for a second, his thinking turned quickly, and he quipped: "Aren't you too, when you keep interrupting, now it's okay, you still put yourself in." ”

"I didn't get in."

"Hmm." Jing Qiao deliberately took it seriously, "I said it wrong, I fell into it." ”

“……”

Too lazy to pay attention to her, Zhou Jiyou took the lead in the women's bathroom, found an unmanned cubicle, and pushed the door in.

She came out first. The sink is outside, with a long strip against the wall, with three pools, high and low.

Zhou Jiyou walked to one of the high pools, and with a swipe of his fingertips, the auto-sensing faucet slowed down for half a beat, and the cool water flowed down after half a second.

Squeezed a little hand sanitizer and was carefully rubbing it underwater, in the afterglow, in the wall mirror in front of him, a figure walked out of the men's bathroom next door.

The man stepped forward and stood beside her, she bent slightly, but he stood still, and even slowly turned his gaze to her.

"Sister Jiyou?" A young male voice.

Zhou Jiyou was slightly stunned and turned his head.

The boy's hair was on the long side, and the broken hair on his forehead was a little eye-catching, but he didn't seem to care at all, and seemed to like this hairstyle.

People are familiar, but they can't remember who it is for a while.

"You know me?" She pulled out a piece of absorbent paper from the wall and wiped her hands slowly.

"It's really you, Sister Jiyou." The young man sighed, "I'm Yifan." ”

Yifan, she only knows a person named Yifan, Meng Yiyi's younger brother, Meng Yifan.

His heart shrank suddenly: "Why are you here?" ”

Meng Yifan hugged his arms with moist eyes, and asked instead of answering: "Sister Jiyou, you are still the same, don't you sigh that I have grown so big?" ”

Zhou Jiyou threw the crumpled paper into the trash, and his face was expressionless: "What's there to sigh, you have grown up, don't you reflect that I am old." ”

The young man smiled loudly: "You are called old like this, so isn't my sister even older." ”

Zhou Jiyou's heart pierced, those dusty past events should not be lightly turned by a person who suddenly appeared. She glanced at the door of the women's bathroom, but Jing Qiao still didn't come out.

Meng Yifan's eyes were bright: "Are you waiting for someone?" ”

Zhou Jiyou annoyed him and glanced at him: "You don't go to wash your hands?" ”

The coldness in her eyes was revealed, and she did not hide it at all. Meng Yifan's joy at meeting her again was dissipated little by little, his eyebrows were raised, and he had a perfunctory attitude: "Go, let's go." ”

He collected his mood and turned to face the pool, leaving Zhou Jiyou with a cold and arrogant silhouette.

Zhou Jiyou returned to the bathroom, stood in the center of the two rows of cubicles, and shouted neither high nor low: "Qiaoqiao." ”

"I'm here......" the voice came from one of the innermost compartments in the left row, "have you brought your aunt's towel, bring it to me." ”

Zhou Jiyou just walked outside the cubicle, "You're here?" ”

Jing Qiao opened the door a crack, "Didn't I text you?" ”

She immediately understood and explained: "The phone is on the table, and I didn't bring it out." ”

Jing Qiao was disappointed: "You came so fast, I thought you had a belt in your bag." ”

"I'm still early, so I don't have it in my bag."

Jing Qiao's face cried: "Then what to do now, this month my aunt is ahead of schedule, and I didn't bring it." ”

She immediately decided: "I'll go outside and buy it for you, wait." ”

On one side, I found Feng Shilan standing a few steps away, with her arms around and listening to the excitement.

She moved fast, and she didn't have time to rein in her facial expressions. Zhou Jiyou's amber eyes burst out a little fiercely.

Feng Shilan only showed a second of panic before quickly sorting out her expression, and said with concern: "Xiaojing's period is here?" It just so happens that I have it, I'll go get it. ”

With that, Shi Shiran walked out.

Jing Qiao squatted in the cubicle and asked as if he was on the verge of a great enemy, "Is it Feng Shilan?" ”

Zhou Jiyou glanced at her and rewarded her with a simple pronunciation: "Hmm." ”

Jing Qiao's heart hurts: "Why am I so unlucky......"

Zhou Jiyou didn't say anything, she also felt that she was quite unlucky. Meng Yifan is only 12 years old, and it is impossible for him to come to Beijing alone. If you guessed correctly, Meng Yiyi may be in this restaurant now.

Not long after, Feng Shilan sent a "small bread".

Jing Qiaodui smiled, grateful: "Thank you, thank you, senior sister, you are really my timely rain." ”

"Hey, do you still need to thank you?" Feng Shilan said.

Jing Qiao looked reflective: "Yes, yes, thank you." "Subtext: You're a fart.

Feng Shilan faintly sensed that it was not a good word, but she couldn't find reason.

Jing Qiao slowly pushed the door of the cubicle from the inside, "Avoid, avoid, I'm going to clean up the crime scene." ”

Knock –

The door closed tightly.

Zhou Jiyou stood by the window expressionlessly, Feng Shilan looked at her, impartial, and happened to bump into her inexplicable gaze, faint, but heart-wrenching.

Feng Shilan usually doesn't have much contact with Zhou Jiyou, if it weren't for a short-handed handover at the dinner table today, Zhou Jiyou would be just a lonely vase in her eyes, relying on a little talent, and a lofty attitude that does not eat fireworks in the world. But now, she has deeply realized that from now on, she will start to change her opinion.

Zhou Jiyou hooked his lips shallowly: "Senior Sister Feng, aren't you here to go to the toilet?" ”

Feng Shilan was stunned for a moment, nodded and smiled: "Yes, why did you ask me this sentence?" ”

"Nothing." Zhou Jiyou shrugged his shoulders lightly, "It's just that Senior Sister doesn't seem to be in a hurry to go in since the first time she came in, I'm thinking, maybe you came to find us because we didn't go back for a long time." ”

Feng Shilan shook violently, trying to keep her smile unchanged: "I see." Look at me, I'm almost holding back. Staring at the red and green sign on the door lock, he found an empty compartment in turn, "If Xiaojing comes out first, you don't have to wait for me." ”

Zhou Jiyou closed his eyes slightly, nodded his head, and remained silent.

Jing Qiao heard it clearly inside, the two walked out one after the other, she went to wash her hands, Zhou Jiyou was waiting for her behind her, Meng Yifan had long since disappeared.

While washing her hands, she snorted coldly: "Because of her own knowledge, I didn't want to wait for her." ”

Zhou Jiyou was a little annoyed and said, "Are you tired?" ”

The sound of rushing water covered her slightly lower voice, and Jing Qiao turned around and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

Zhou Jiyou looked directly into her eyes: "You come and go with people you don't like, are you tired?" ”

Jing Qiao lowered his eyes and turned his head, and said in annoyance: "Of course I'm tired." ”

Zhou Jiyou took a step forward so that she could hear clearly: "Then why don't you just have a showdown, is it difficult to say 'you are a fake'?" ”

Jing Qiao didn't speak, his hand was withdrawn from under the faucet, shook it at the pool, and then went to suck the water paper.

"How true I am." She whispered.

Zhou Jiyou heard it, but didn't say anything.

The two walked back to the box, walking in the light-filled corridor, Jing Qiao said: "Congee, what about you, you just want too few things so you don't care about anything, if you are like me, you work hard in Beijing alone, want to really become a part of the city, want to get ahead, you won't be tired and how happy you are." ”

Zhou Jiyou remained silent and didn't say a word.

Jing Qiao took a deep breath and spit it out heavily: "Actually, I sometimes envy you, I look down on everything, and I am so chic and willful, but I live a very comfortable life like this, I can do whatever I want, I don't worry about the future, and I don't indulge in the past." ”

From time to time, people passed by, and the two of them walked through the hall and stepped up the steps into the box area, and the doors of the box were closed.

Zhou Jiyou said: "No. ”

Jing Qiao looked at her sideways.

She looked ahead, the light and shadow were shining, reflecting her quiet eyes, cool as water: "I wasn't born to look down on it, it's because I value it, and I've never taken care of me......"

After walking alone over the years, she understood step by step that life is brocade or coarse linen, all of which are used for cutting, since it is not clear which ones will remain, which ones will be repaired, and what if they are broken, as long as they don't care.

Her voice was soft, like a mist, revealing a dampness of Jiangnan.

Jing Qiao couldn't help but shake her hand, "Porridge, ......"

The door of a box on the right suddenly opened inward, and a fair-skinned and handsome young man walked out, and Zhou Jiyou paused.

Jing Qiao was puzzled, and a voice sounded from the front: "Sister, brother-in-law, just mention Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive." ”

Inside the box door, a pair of men and women walked out one after another. The woman is dressed as a white-collar beauty, with exquisite makeup, beautiful and capable. The man is tall and long-legged, with a distinguished posture, the cuffs of his shirt are slightly rolled up, and he wears a black suit on his arm.

Jing Qiao looked at it and glanced at Zhou Jiyou: "Acquaintance?" ”

Zhou Jiyou's expression was indifferent: "I don't know." ”

Meng Yifan was unhappy, and his voice was slightly cold: "Sister Jiyou, I didn't recruit you." ”

Zhou Jiyou turned a deaf ear, obviously ignoring the indifference.

Meng Yiyi patted his younger brother on the shoulder and smiled: "If you don't know, you don't know, you're still angry?" ”

"Sister!"

Meng Yiyi ignored it and looked at the man behind him with cold eyebrows: "Shen Ke, she doesn't know her, and you don't know either?" ”