After Baocui made the bed, she turned her head and saw Zhao Ji staring at the lampshade in a daze, and walked over and asked, "Miss, what are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing. Let's rest. ”

"Miss, are you sure you won't sleep with the third young master tonight?" Bao Cui hesitated and asked: "Anyway, he is also your husband......"

Zhao Ji didn't plan to talk, so he went to bed, pulled the quilt and leaned in, and didn't speak.

Bao Cui looked at her worriedly for a few moments, and finally sighed softly and turned off the light.

This night, Zhao Ji slept very deeply, so deep that he dreamed of the story that had happened.

It was a cruise ship about to dock, and a boatload of passengers, both Chinese and foreigners, men and women, all stood on the deck, looking at the shore getting closer and closer, and making a sound of surprise.

Dressed in the new dress her parents had given her, she sat by the window in the cabin, listening to the admiration from the deck outside, and looking at the shore in front of her. It was a picture that I had seen in books, different from what I saw and heard in China, and even the smell in the air was very different from that in China. Everything is brand new. It's where she's going to live for the next two years.

Bao Cui sat next to her, looking at these new scenes that she had never seen before, and was so excited that she was incoherent, looking at this and that, her eyes were dizzying, and she was so busy that she didn't know where to look.

"I'm sorry, miss, how do you pronounce this place in English?" At this time, a young man walked up to her, handed her a piece of paper, pointed to a line of English letters on it, and asked humbly.

He looked no more than in his early twenties, dressed in a plain gown, clean and tidy, with a nervous and green look on his collar, and when he spoke, his tone was abrupt, and his face was as red as embarrassment, as if he had summoned up great courage to ask her for advice with a piece of paper.

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, poked his head over, looked at the English letters on the paper, and said with a smile: "This place is called No. 72 Green Street." Then, she read fluently in English. The man didn't understand very well, a confused look flashed on his face, and he embarrassedly begged her to read it again, while struggling to follow the study just now with questions, but he felt awkward no matter how he studied, so that Bao Cui on the side couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

When Zhao Ji saw it, he looked at Baocui with disgust, and then patiently, seriously corrected his grammar mistakes, told him the correct pronunciation, and taught him a few more times, and finally taught him.

He bowed his head a few more times on his own, and she nodded that it was right. It made him smile embarrassedly, a very clean smile, and the way he grabbed the back of his head, a little cute.

During the conversation, I learned that his name was Feng Yuantong, he was born in poverty, he liked to read since he was a child, and he had just gotten the opportunity to study abroad, but the English teacher who taught him was an old gentleman in a private school in his sixties, and he taught Chinese-style English, which was very inauthentic.

But for some reason, this man has very clear eyes, and when he looks at people seriously, he looks straight, which is a little abrupt and looks without any malice. It looks reckless, but it has a sense of determination.

Although he came from a humble background, she didn't look down on him because of this, smiled at him, and said: "People say that the children of poor families are in charge of the family early, work hard, and they will definitely make some achievements in the future." ”

Later it turned out that she had a very accurate eye for people. However, this made her feel sad.

People are always changing, right? He's too, isn't he? And now, even she herself has changed.

It was a long, long dream, but when she woke up in the morning, all she remembered in her mind was the first time she met him on the cruise ship, the original him, and the original self. The corners of her eyes were a little wet, she raised her hand to wipe them, only to find that it was tears.

Two years, like a lifetime away.

"Miss, are you awake?" Baocui pushed the door in, and when he saw Zhao Ji waking up, he said, "There was an accident outside, why didn't the daughter of the owner of the village let the third young master go down the mountain." ”