While laughing, Jiayi said to Gu Weisheng: "Gu Weisheng, tell you something." ”

"What?"

"Well, look at this."

As he spoke, Jiayi took out an envelope from his bag and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

"Just open it and see."

Jia Yi smiled mysteriously at Gu Weisheng.

Gu Weisheng took the envelope.

is an offer of admission to the Royal College of Art.

Gu Weisheng was a little surprised, "Do you want to go to an art academy?" When did you apply? How I don't know. ”

"I applied before I was ready to go abroad, and I didn't know if I could apply, so I never told you, and now, I finally got the offer."

"Why would you want to go to art school? Didn't you study finance before? Why do you suddenly want to study art? ”

"I used to like fashion design when I was a child, and when I took the college entrance examination, I also wanted to take the art exam, but my dad's old antique didn't agree, so I had to give up, since I wanted to start from scratch, then, it was better to do what I wanted to do but didn't do, and it can be regarded as living up to God's grace."

Gu Weisheng hesitated for a moment, "You, have you thought about it?" ”

Jiayi took a deep breath and nodded, "Well, I've thought about it." ”

"Since you have decided, then I will, fully support you."

"Thank you."

With the help of Gu Weisheng, Jiayi completed the enrollment procedures and her life returned to peace.

Gu Weisheng works in the hospital, while she learns design wholeheartedly in school.

thought that life and time would slowly wear away her past and her edges.

Until the college held a summer camp in the summer.

This summer camp went to Tokyo, and Gu Weisheng originally wanted to ask for leave to go with her, but Jiayi refused.

She felt that she had been living too peacefully under Gu Weisheng's protection, but she couldn't always be under her protection, besides, he had his own things to do.

Although Gu Weisheng repeatedly said that he could accompany him, she finally refused.

Except for group trips, most of the time in Japan is no different from ordinary vacationers, and the time is very happy, almost unpleasant.

The students of the academy escaped the endless design drawings and were very relaxed.

Especially Jiayi, she returned to a simple life, so relaxed that she couldn't describe it in words, like throwing away a heavy mountain that weighed on her body.

They came and went back and forth in Japan, from Tokyo to Osaka, from Osaka to Nagoya, from Nagoya to Kyoto, leaving their footprints everywhere, and they were almost going crazy.

It's like a simple college student going out to play, unrestrained.

Time passed, and the time to return to Paris was getting closer and closer.

That afternoon, Jiayi got out of the army alone and went to the street alone, but he finally came out for a trip, thinking of bringing some gifts back to Gu Weisheng.

The hotel they stayed in was located in Asakusacho, Tokyo, surrounded by bustling shopping streets, and although she didn't know Japanese, she had kanji to move her eyes and communicate in English, so it wasn't too difficult to buy things.

I was wandering around like this, and suddenly I realized that something was wrong.

It's an instinctive feeling, and you feel a little bit when someone is staring at you all the time.

Someone is stalking her!

The cold hairs in her vest were about to stand up, but she didn't dare to look back.

I've heard that security in Tokyo has been very bad lately, and there have been occasional robberies in broad daylight, so I may have been targeted as a tourist with a lot of money.

She was so frightened that she only regretted that she shouldn't have run out alone, so she had to speed up her pace, but she felt that her eyes were still following her closely, and she didn't have the heart to buy anything, so she chose a lively place to go, and almost trotted away in the direction of the hotel.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and she remembered all the horror movies she had seen in the past, especially some Japanese suspense and mystery films, "Tokyo Subway Broken Corpse", "Murder in the Scorching Sun", ...... The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I was in a hurry, and I was even more flustered and short of breath, and I was just panting.

When she finally got to the opposite side of the hotel, the signal light at the intersection was already flashing, and she crossed the road in three steps and two steps, and the signal light changed color behind her, and the traffic suddenly surged, and the people behind could not cross the street.

She breathed a sigh of relief, the door of the hotel was in front of her, the doorman had opened it for her, and she suddenly grew bold again, and looked back to see what the person who was following him was like.

In fact, knowing that there are so many pedestrians on the opposite street, I definitely can't recognize who the stalker is, but when curiosity comes up, I have to look back.

At this glance, the whole person was stupid.

Yi Zecheng!

She and he stood in the streets of this foreign country, separated by a torrent of traffic—his face was blocked by a car for a while, and then out of the way, flashing and flashing, peeking out of the gap, far away, but just standing there.

It's not that she hasn't thought about what it's like to see him alone, like marbles in a box, rolling from one end to the other, shaking over, shaking over, the two beads will always meet again one day, a grand banquet, a charity auction, if you are not careful, you will meet.

What she envisioned should be in a familiar business club, the whole club is full of acquaintances, there is a man among the acquaintances, and there is nothing when he meets alone, but the people in the house all know the ins and outs, so they will not rank her and his position nearby, but when this day comes, I realize that I was too naïve to think in the past.

The strange sun of a foreign country shone on one of her most familiar faces, and she knew what she was thinking with every gesture she had fallen in love with at the age of eighteen - but today, they were separated by a street, with a river-like car in the middle, a continuous stream of traffic, whistling, honking, and the noisy and lively shopping streets of Tokyo, like the whole world in between.

The signal lights were changed again, the car stopped, the river was still, and it was stopped outside the regular dam.

The world stood still, and on the zebra crossing, black heads rushed up in her direction, but he didn't move, she didn't move, she stood in the shadow of the building, the sun couldn't reach her, but it was still hot, and the hot steam wrapped around her, and the scorching smell of car exhaust made her breathless.

She was hesitating, he had changed his mind, and walked towards this side very quickly, the signal light was flashing again, and her heart was flickering, bright and dark, unwilling to settle down definitely.

She hesitated, maybe the Creator had arranged for her to come to Tokyo just to meet him, the hand that turned the clouds and rain, and sometimes liked to play pranks, deliberately arranging some coincidences, so that she could watch how people struggled in pain in the middle.

Yi Zecheng crossed the street, walked straight to her, walked in front of her, and whispered, "Let's find a place to sit down and talk, okay?" ”

She didn't speak, he took the things from her hand, turned and walked down the street.

He has always been like this, he will not consult her, he will make an advocacy for her, and after getting married, in that family, he has the final say.

Jiayi followed Yi Zecheng forward, three or four steps behind, and the two of them walked silently one after the other.

There are many pedestrians around, but they are all strangers, they are abroad, this is Tokyo, no one knows them, but Jia Yi can't get rid of the feeling of panic and shortness of breath, always like being afraid of being seen.

Luckily, there was a drink shop in front of him, and this was obviously his destination.

He walked in, and she hesitated, then walked in as well.

It's a common tavern in Tokyo that also sells cold drinks and sushi, and it's a bustling place at dusk when Japanese men come here to spend a few beers after work.

It was a midsummer afternoon, the business was light, the boss dozed off, and woke up as soon as the wind chimes rang on the door, and stood up with a smile, his eyes were still red, with sleepiness.

He asked for a beer and a vanilla sundae for her, and the boss quickly brought it up, thinking he was a local, and accosted him - his Japanese was quite pure, Jiayi was not surprised at all, Yi Zecheng had always been able to do anything.

The vanilla sundae had been sitting in the refrigerator for too long, and she scraped the ice ballast with the vermilion plastic spoon, and listened to him and the boss muttering in Japanese, which sounded like a long time in the small drink shop on this desperately hot afternoon.

They laughed as they spoke, and they didn't know what they were laughing at, and she waited patiently, and anyway she only had this afternoon that belonged to him—maybe not as long as an afternoon, and after a while maybe she wouldn't be speculative, and she would get up and leave, as is the case in a movie, shot in thirty-six frames, but played in twenty-four frames, and it was slow motion: the heroine turned slowly, the sun shining on her shoulder, the light was golden, and maybe a close-up, shooting her beautiful eyes and pointed chin.

The boss finally went back to his counter, she tasted the vanilla sundae, the taste was still very positive, the soft vanilla flavor melted from the tip of her tongue, she remembered, it turned out that when he was still in college, he always invited her to eat vanilla sundae after lunch, right in the school convenience store, sometimes he would ask for a Coke, she would always only drink half of it.

He always said, "It's such a waste, I won't buy it for you next time." But next time she still wants it, he still buys it.

Once in the eyes of those classmates, they were a match made in heaven, envious and jealous.

It was so hot that the ice cream box had already formed a layer of fine droplets, and the spoon was sticking, making it a little difficult to stir inside.

He finally spoke: "I also stayed at that hotel. ”

Oh, then he may have seen her a few days ago, and today he saw her come out alone, so he followed her, and he scared her half to death.

Sure enough, he said, "Did it scare you just now?" I see you alone and want to talk to you. ”

"There's nothing else to talk about," she said. ”

There is a bit of a resentful tone in it, she deliberately, she knows, men eat this set.

He can't do anything to her today, she and him are equal in the world, no matter what he wants, she has to be a bait, and it's up to him to take the bait.

Sure enough, Yi Zecheng said wistfully: "Yes, what else is there to talk about." ”