In the afternoon, after class, it was already dinner, so I ate a few rice balls for dinner, and then locked myself in my room to pick out the designs.

Sixty designs are sufficient. Over the years, I have drawn many design drawings, and each drawing has been revised several times. So, those first drafts, the revised drafts, and the final drafts, one by one, I saved up many copies.

I'm glad I didn't save money on sketchbooks, and I've been using loose-leaf books for easier organizing. I took one manuscript paper after another from the notebook marked "Final Draft 1" and spread them on the floor one by one.

I worked hard because I knew I wasn't talented enough for design. Does my hard work make up for my talent shortcomings? I asked myself.

Yet, sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at the effort, I fell into a long silence.

Until, the vibrating sound of my phone alarmed me.

I flipped my phone out of my backpack and saw a string of numbers jumping across the screen. Unsaved numbers, but not unfamiliar.

I plugged it in: "Hello. ”

The space was so quiet that I could hear the sound of breathing on the other end of the phone, accompanied by a deep voice coming into my ears.

"Susu."

There is only one person who can call my name correctly in the tone of Chinese.

My ears were tingling and itchy, so I tightened my grip on my phone and brought it closer.

"Fujisawa ......" For a moment, a more intimate title that I had never used before almost came out of my mouth, I subconsciously bit my lower lip, paused slightly, and lowered my voice involuntarily, "Sir." ”

"In class?" It didn't seem to hear my entanglement, and when I heard my voice, Yuichi Fujisawa also lowered his voice.

"I didn't ...... I was in the apartment. "I got up from the floor and stepped barefoot on the bed.

He returned to his normal voice and asked, "Have you eaten?" ”

"I've eaten it." There were a few sketches on the bed, and I avoided them, crossed my single bed, and sat down on the bay window, the sun had not yet set, and the warm golden glow enveloped me.

"I'm ......" He paused for a moment before continuing, "Hmm...... Not yet. ”

"It's so late...... I asked tentatively, "are you busy at work?" ”

It sounds like nonsense, and I regret it.

"yes." He sighed, "So just made time to call you, sorry." ”

Leaning sideways against the window, his left ear pressed against the glass, his voice came from his left ear, like an electric current, causing a resonance in both ears.

I was stunned for a while, and then said, "No, don't be sorry......" After speaking, realizing my gaffe, I adjusted my mood a little, and was about to say something else, when Yuichi Fujisawa's voice came again.

"Actually, it's not particularly busy. It's just," he whispered, "I'm waiting for you, Susu. ”

"Wait for me?" As soon as my breath stagnated, I sat up straight, my back straight where he couldn't see. I clenched my phone and said, "Wait for me to do something?" Why are you waiting for me? ”

He didn't continue, his breathing was so steady, but I was hung by him, not up, not down, at a loss.

"Mr. Fujisawa......" I was startled when I realized that there was a hint of pleading in my voice.

The initiator let out a sigh on the other end, and could feel a smile on his lips, and he said slowly, "I'm waiting for you to call me." ”

"I don't have your ......," I hurriedly retorted, and immediately realized the current situation, remembering the scene in the hospital that day, and understood everything. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down: "Now, Mr. Fujisawa. ”

"Hmm."

I came out with my usual calm gesture and said, "That day, you didn't give me Miss Shimizu's number. ”

"Ah, you found out." His voice came to his ears with laughter, "You really can't forget, amazing, amazing!" ”

"Mr. Fujisawa!" Embarrassed and annoyed, I couldn't help but raise my voice, "You didn't plan to give me Miss Shimizu's number from the beginning, did you?" ”

"Susu," he asked softly, "why should I give you someone else's number?" ”

His straightforwardness caught me off guard, my face burned little by little, and I was stunned for a long time without uttering a complete sentence. I had to change the subject: "Where are you?" ”

"In the car." His voice was still smiling, but I was keenly aware of the disappointment in his voice. I didn't have time to dig deeper, but I heard him say, "I'm going to Paris for a while." ”

"Paris ......" I suddenly realized something, "Fashion Week? ”

"Well, that's right."

"You...... How long is it going to go? ”

"Come back next weekend."

"I have a part-time job on the weekend, you ......" I paused, I was so confused today, I almost said "Would you like to come to the café for a coffee?" I invite you. "That's it.

Over there, Yuichi Fujisawa was still waiting for me to finish speaking. I tried to say every word, but I couldn't, I thought to myself, my lips silent.

For a long time, I only heard Yuichi Fujisawa chuckle: "Na, Susu." He whispered, "I'll be the one to make the first date." ”

There was a shock in my chest, and the shock surged towards all corners of my body, my head, my limbs, and I could barely hold my phone. I got up, my feet on the soft futon, the bed made a "squeak" sound, and I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in the pillow.

This man, I like him.

"Susu." Yuichi Fujisawa's voice caught up.

I sat up from the bed again: "I'm here." ”

"Wait until I get back."

"Okay." I responded, but I heard a "bang" for a while, and several notebooks on the edge of the bed slid to the ground.

My designs!

I hurriedly rushed over, grabbed a notebook, and the rest, scattered all over the ground, but fortunately did not affect the design draft of the floor side.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" Yuichi Fujisawa asked curiously, "What seems to have happened?" ”

"Save the draft." I'm understating.

"Oh?"

"There's a new gentleman in our department, and the design drafts of our whole class last semester's practice trip have been judged to be rubbish." I stacked the notebooks on the floor, one by one, and asked us to put together 60 designs in a week. ”

"Sounds choking." He asked, "So, you're working on the design now?" ”

"Hmm."

"Your words, it must be fine." He said.

I sighed, "Fujisawa-kun, I don't know where you got your confidence in me. I sat on the floor with my back against the edge of the bed, "I don't really know what makes a good design." ”

"How? Do you want to listen to the advice of the owner of Zhinian Sook-hee? ”

"Tell me about it."

Who sets the standards for what is good or bad? For me, design is a very personal thing, a self-satisfaction for me. As long as I am satisfied with it, my design can be called perfect. My work should only be defined by me. Fujisawa Yu paused and said with a smile: "You probably know that this is what my uncle said." Let me use it today to show off and laugh. ”

As he said, I'm no stranger to this phrase, because I've seen this famous video.

It was many years ago, when the young man who had just become famous answered this question in the face of questions from all sides and the bombardment of questions from reporters.

In that early image, his face is always calm, his eyes are full of warm smiles, and when he speaks, he is not hurried, but his posture is extremely firm and powerful.

He speaks an elegant and orthodox Kyoto dialect, and Yuichi Fujisawa has eyebrows and eyes that are very similar to him.

Zhinian Shuxi, he is obviously the father of Yuichi Fujisawa, but he calls him uncle.

I choked in my throat, and immediately sorted out my emotions, and the corners of my mouth raised a smile: "Where, this is a famous quote in the design world." After a pause, "I understand what to do." I said, "Thank you, Fujisawa-kun." ”

"Susu, you know, you don't need to thank me." He seemed to change his position, and there was a hint of fatigue in his voice, "Besides, I didn't do anything. ”

There were two taps on the other end, and a male voice came: "President, the airport has arrived." ”

"I see."

I was thinking that I was about to close the thread, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Fujisawa, don't forget to eat." ”

"What did you eat at night?"

I didn't want him to ask this, which can be asked to me, I can't tell the truth about eating rice balls, so I said, "Dumplings eaten in a Chinese restaurant." ”

"Dumplings?" He looked interested, "How does it taste?" ”

"General." I just had to say, "You know what? In my hometown, dumplings were originally a staple food. But here, you guys have come up with a way to eat it with white rice, and the white rice is sprinkled with seaweed, which is too inauthentic. ”

"What about you, did you eat it with white rice?"

"No, I was still opening the restaurant, I was stared at by the chef for a long time, turned my back and muttered in Chinese with the proprietress for a long time, and I don't know where the hometown dialect is, I guess I am scolding me."

He chuckled lowly, "Then what kind of food do you like?" ”

I thought about it for a moment before I said, "I think it's nice to drizzle Chinese vinegar and a few drops of lemon juice." ”

"Then, next time we go to a restaurant where we can eat Chinese vinegar and don't go with white rice to eat dumplings." Yuichi Fujisawa proposed.

"What if I can't find a restaurant that doesn't go well with white rice?"

He didn't hesitate: "Then I'll eat the white rice." ”

I like this person so much, I like this person so much.

I was full of joy and his voice kept coming from the other end: "Oh, I want to eat dumplings now." I don't know if there will be dumplings in the plane meal. ”

"Are you on a passenger plane?"

"No, there are a lot of things to bring, there are private planes." He said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "I can ask for dumplings for dinner." ”

"You're not going to do that." With my elbow resting on my knee, I propped my chin up with one finger, "I know." ”

"Oh?" The smile in his voice was even stronger, "Not necessarily. After a pause, "Wait a minute. ”

"Yang." He shouted, and the man who had heard the voice before immediately responded: "President, what's the matter?" ”

"I ......"

"Mr. Fujisawa." I interrupted him, "That Mr. Yang is your new assistant?" ”

"No, it's another."

"President, how many assistants do you have?"

"There are a lot of people, the family industry is too mixed, and the field of each assistant is different, which is convenient for management." He said, "Don't you believe me? Why are you still making such noise? ”

I was speechless and had to hide. I said, "I've got to go and put the design in order." ”

"Okay." He said.

"Stay safe. Mr. Fujisawa. I said.

"I will." You can imagine the head of his head when he said this.

"No matter how busy you are, remember to eat." I said it again.

"You are." His voice sounded extremely serious, "You are just the time to grow your body, you can eat more, you are too thin." ”

"I'm past the time of growing my body." I was not convinced, "What about treating me as a little girl?" ”

"Isn't that a little girl?" He laughs.

I was speechless again, I didn't know he would talk like that. I said, "I'm hanging." ”

"Well, goodbye." He whispered, "Wait until I get back." ”

The corners of my mouth curled up triumphantly, and I suppressed a smile and whispered, "Goodbye, Mr. Fujisawa." ”

That night, I put some of the selected design drafts into a folder and went to bed early. In my dream, it was still the same scene as before, still beside the small pond Tan, white cherry blossoms were falling, and I leaned over to put on the clogs that I had discarded, intending to put them on. But when he leaned over, a small silver music player fell out of nowhere.

I hadn't seen it before, and I didn't know where to hide it in this dress, so I paused, maintaining that leaning position, trying inwardly to hide my confusion at this moment.

Because there was another man standing in front of me.

A slender hand picked up the small player and handed it to me.

I straightened my back and straightened my back. I took it, but I accidentally touched the boot button, but I didn't expect this player to be in boot mode all the time. This realization caused me to panic, and the player almost fell out of my hand.

The man kept his eye on me.

What to do? What to do? What am I going to do?

With a heartbeat, I straightened my right hand, handed the player in my hand to him, and handed over a pair of headphones: "This is my favorite song, let's listen to it together." ”

He raised his eyebrows, as if he was stunned, and his dark eyes immediately smiled again: "This song, I ......"

"Suzu—"

The alarm clock rings to wake me up from my dreams.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Yuichi Fujisawa.

In the depths of my heart, the voice called out to him again.