In the office, she sat on the leather sofa and waited for more than an hour, and the sweet secretary brought in two cups of coffee, a cup of tea, and a glass of water, and every time she came in, she would be full of apologies, saying that the meeting was going on longer than expected, and Secretary Wu could not pull out, so please wait a little longer.

Yan Ran had no intention of drinking tea, but she also understood that one of the responsibilities of the little secretary was to ensure the temperature of the guests' water cups, so as long as the water temperature dropped slightly, a slight knock on the door could be heard, and the little secretary would come in with a glass of things with a smile.

Coffee, tea, and water seem to be changed to the amount she drinks each time to judge the preferences of the guests.

In fact, the little secretary was right, she just wanted to drink a glass of water, plain water.

Suddenly, I admired this little secretary, although he was young, he was very good at understanding the needs of the other party.

The extension of the meeting is not necessarily a bad thing for Yanran, maybe she will have more time to think about how to face Linda. Wu, no! It should be said that it is Wu Yumei.

The memory of Wu Yumei was turned out, she remembered that they often contacted on the phone, Xiaomei was desperate, she said that her life was over, she would face endless accusations and abuse, and that she would carry the stain of a lifetime.

Eight years ago, Yanran was a genius-level student with excellent grades and a promising future, while Wu Yumei was a stumbling girl who stole the forbidden fruit.

Who would have thought that there would be a friendship between these two seemingly incompatible girls, and who would have thought that they would meet again many years later.

Fate seems to have played a big joke on them, and the former school bully had a difficult life. The girl who once lost her footing was all brilliant.

Yan Ran was left behind by her peers, she didn't even dare to imagine too much about the future, fate never treated her well, and sometimes she was even afraid, afraid that how much she had, how much she would lose, although now she has almost nothing.

At the end of the meeting, Wu Yunmei walked in and sat opposite Yanran, quiet and embarrassing. The two were silent for a long time. It seems that no one knows what to say, or they are all stuck in some kind of cycle, the past and the present collide, and they are students in school uniforms for a while. For a while, it was a close friend who ran away holding hands in the corridor of the hospital. After a while, he became the stranger who had nothing to say to now.

Oh, yes! It's been eight years. In those long years, they have all changed.

"How have you been doing all these years?" Wu Yumei spoke first. She had so many questions she wanted to ask.

Ask her why she suddenly cut off contact with her, why everyone in Nanhua said she was dead, and where she was after all these years...... But all of this became this sentence in the end.

How are you doing?

It seems that there is no need to answer, from Yanran's dress and skin color, you can tell a thing or two, she is not doing well, and a layer of fog has risen in Linda's always calm and unwavering eyes.

"Hmmm! Very good! This is Yanran's answer.

Although she is still poor, although life is still full of hardships, although occasionally her back injury will be dull pain.

But she's alive, isn't she, and she should probably be grateful for that alone.

Then there was a long silence, and the thin smoke rising from the teacup finally dissipated in the air, and the cup was cold, but the little secretary did not come in.

Who could stop such silence, in the face of grief with nowhere to put it, they had no courage, so they sat quietly.

Wu Yumei was waiting, waiting for Yanran to take the initiative to tell her what happened, but for Yanran, she obviously didn't want to mention the past, even if it was in the face of her former old friend.

Or, for this unexpected meeting, Yan Ran was repulsed in her heart.

Wu Yumei thought like this, and unintentionally gave birth to a little loss and resentment in her heart, she regarded Yanran as a confidant and friend, and she was the most trusted person in her life, but what about Yanran in her heart? What did he think she did, why did such a big thing happen, but he never contacted her.

"Yanran...... You, you're really ruthless! After a long time, Wu Yumei said, burying her face in her palms, tears seeping out, crying like a child.

Vicious? Oh, yes! It's so ruthless!

concealed everyone, cruelly used her death to draw a line in everyone's hearts, obviously the most brilliant and affectionate age in life, but no one dared to recall.

Once, she hated, hated everything in Nanhua, and wanted revenge, but now she suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

looked at Linda, who was crying bitterly, and suddenly seemed to see Wu Yumei eight years ago, crying so sadly and desperately.

Just like eight years ago, Yanran walked over, hugged her into her arms, and in her mournful voice, she pulled out her sadness for no reason, hugged each other and cried.

What is a friend?

It is a trust that has been eroded by the years, but it is the same at first sight.

There is really no need to say much, a hug has already contained years of longing and lamentation in the tears of reunion after a long absence.

Forget it~ Forget it!

A little loneliness, a little resentment, what is it?

There was no longer anything that Yanran was still alive and that she was even more grateful for standing in front of her so intact.

About the past eight years, if Yanran is unwilling to say, she will never ask.

If those past were the scars on Yanran's heart, she would never touch them.

After all, they are no longer greedy and rebellious seventeen-year-old girls, and when they meet many years later, they know how to be grateful and tolerant more than anyone else.

So, after crying for a while, the two of them dried their tears and looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"I didn't cry with my makeup, did I? Are your eyes red? Wu Yumei pressed the corners of her eyes with a tissue, the makeup must be repaired, I just hope that the eyes are not too red, how old are the people, if the rest of the Lin family finds out that she is crying bitterly, there will definitely be no prestige.

"It's not red, it's beautiful." The corners of Yanran's mouth raised slightly, which was a rare smile in many years.

Wu Yumei took out the mirror and looked at it, secretly glad that she didn't cry too ugly.

In Lin's, Linda. Wu is almost a cold and harsh chief secretary, but in front of her friends, she is just the most real Wu Yumei, who can cry and laugh, and occasionally have some nervousness.

If the past is an untouchable wound, then at least one person. It's definitely a common topic between them.

His name is Wu Qi, he is seven years old this year, he has a tiger head and a tiger brain, and he looks very cute.

Wu Yumei's phone was full of his photos, and Xiaomei once told Yanran that she thought the girl in her belly must be a girl.

After the child was born, Xiaomei was secretly sad for a while, why was it a little boy, but within a few minutes, she was fascinated by this clever and eccentric young man.

Wu Yumei flipped through the photos on her mobile phone page by page, as if flipping through various memories of the past. seems to want to tell Yanran everything about her in the past eight years. Joy or sorrow, in front of Yanran, she never reserved.

The rain had stopped coming out of Lin, and she looked up at the sky that was blocked by the towering tall buildings. Azure, blue. It's like it's just been washed. It has a rare fresh taste.

Once, what she was most afraid of was meeting her old friends, but now she feels that there is nothing she can't let go. It's been eight years, isn't it?

It is said that time can dilute a qiē, but it is because they have learned to precipitate and understand tolerance in the triviality of years.

The phone in the pocket vibrates, it is an old flip phone, it has been used for too long and has a smooth appearance, and even the paint has fallen off.

"Yanran, where is it? Director Luo has called you several times just now, and you haven't forgotten about the rain and lotus spinning. The voice on the phone was anxious.

Yan Ran then remembered that she was going to play in Yuhe at two o'clock this afternoon, and hurriedly checked the missed calls, and there were eight.

Yuhefang is a private clubhouse, following the architectural style of Suzhou gardens, full of rockery waterfalls, pavilions and pavilions, and inviting a number of piano players to play ancient music.

This is a part-time job opportunity that Hao Meimei did not easily win for Yanran, who worked here for half a year, going twice a week, playing the guzheng for an hour each time, and earning several times the income of other jobs.

If you are lucky, plus the tips given by the guests, she can earn a considerable amount of money a month, which is her main economic income at present.

"I'm sorry, Director Luo, I've been delayed today." Yan Ran hurriedly apologized.

"Ten minutes to go, let's go change your clothes!" Director Luo said, if it was someone else, he would have been reprimanded by him, but this Gu Yanran is different, although she is only a temporary musician, she has never had any mistakes in the half a year she has worked here, her piano skills are precise and moving, and many guests even named her to listen to the repertoire she played, and she was only late once in half a year, so she naturally had to be tolerant.

Dress up your skirt, take care of your headgear, and tune your tune.

Yan Ran and a few piano rooms entered the performance area, which was a pavilion in the center of the lotus pond, the blue pond was sparkling, the lotus flowers were blooming, and the surrounding curtains were fluttering, and the scenery was excellent.

The rhythm of the guzheng is melodious, like a trickle of water that comes out slowly, which is moving and beautiful.

In the attic not far from the pavilion, there are guests who open the window to listen, lotus, beauty, good news, antique, artistic conception is far away.

Most of the guests who can come here are celebrities and gentry, businessmen and dignitaries, and some will bring foreign dignitaries.

In Yuhefang, you can not only eat the most traditional Chinese food, but also enjoy the most traditional art culture and long ancient rhyme, which is why Yuhefang is the most outstanding among the many clubs in M City.

Their room is in an excellent location with a beautiful view, for no other reason, this rain lotus spinning is the property of the Lin family, which can be known from the set.

The old lady Lin is a famous lady, living in a big mansion since she was a child, the Lin family is a wealthy family for generations, and she is extremely particular about ancient learning and ancient rhyme, no matter which country the Lin family is in for hundreds of years, there is such a mansion, you can know its inheritance of ancient culture.

"How long are you going to stay this time?" Lin Shuhao said.

"I'm not going to leave anytime soon."

"Is it really as rumored that the headquarters of Nangong Group will be moved to China?"

"Trade Secrets."

"Haha......" It was rare for Xuan Muken to joke with him, and Lin Shuhao laughed.

His little brother was very funny and mischievous, but at some point he began to become taciturn, maintaining the same expression on his face all year round, and was estranged from almost everyone.

If it weren't for his several invitations this time, I'm afraid this kid would never have come over to drink with him.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the raised wine glass seems to weigh a thousand gold.

He pushed open the window, as if he had seen Yanran in Luoxi Academy many years ago in the lotus pond.

Is it another hallucination?

(To be continued......)