Wen Ruming was wiping the table with a rag, cleaning up the leftovers on it.

At this time, a man with a travel bag walked in outside the door, he walked all the way to the cash register with a weather, and said to the old man standing there studying the desktop computer with glasses, "Hello, is there any room available?" ”

When the old man heard him talking, he hurriedly took off his glasses, stood up, and said to the man, "Not now, but in a little while a girl will check out, and a single room will be vacant." If you're willing to wait, I'll make it for you. ”

"Yes, I'll pay the house money and deposit first." As he spoke, the man pulled out his wallet and prepared to pay.

Wen Ruming, who was cleaning up the dining table, hurriedly came to stop him and said, "Hey! Belch...... The girl in room 213 did not check out and wanted to continue her stay. She told me yesterday. ”

"Really?" The old man looked puzzled.

Wen Ruming explained: "Yes, I went up the mountain with her, and she is my friend. ”

"Oh, you're friends, so why do you still charge for other people's houses? I went and retreated. With that, the old man took the money and prepared to go upstairs.

Wen Ruming first hurriedly explained to the guest who planned to live in the house: "I'm sorry, the room is full, you can go to another place to take a look." ”

After saying that, he rushed in front of the old man to block the staircase passage and explained, "Uh...... Actually, I ...... with her It's not that familiar. You just treat her as an ordinary tenant, and you don't need to give her some special care when you should collect money. We just know each other's names, and we can't be called friends, we can only be regarded as acquaintances. ”

"That's right."

A neat female voice suddenly sounded behind Wen Ruming, with the usual contempt and unstoppable tone in her tone, except for Han Jiazhi, a guy who looks down on people, who else would have such an underbeat voice?

He turned around and saw Han Jiazhi standing four steps away from him, his hands around his chest, and his eyebrows looking down on him. Like a proud queen, and like a tsundere princess who was stepped on by someone to her skirt.

Han Jiazhi's gaze crossed Wen Ruming, looked at the old man behind him, and said, "He's right, we don't know each other, we're just people we know." I don't need any special treatment, especially if I do something upsetting. ”

I don't know why, obviously Han Jiazhi didn't look at herself, but Wen Ruming always felt that what she said was him.

Han Jiazhi walked down the stairs, and Wen Ruming consciously made way for her. Han Jiazhi walked up to the old man and said, "I'll continue to live." ”

"Hey, okay." The old man took Han Jiazhi's money, then glanced at Wen Ruming again, turned around and walked back to the silver table.

Wen Ruming asked with concern, "Are your feet better?" The medicine is rubbed, right? Do you know when to wipe it? ”

Han Jiazhi turned his head to look at Wen Ruming and said disdainfully: "It seems that we haven't reached a relationship where we can care about each other's health, right?" What do you say, this ...... It's not a friend, it's just someone you know. ”

"Are you angry? Because of what I said? Realizing this, Wen Ruming explained, "I just don't want others to misunderstand our relationship, and I think you probably don't want to be my friend." So...... Are we friends? ”

Wen Ruming obviously had a bunch of words to explain in his heart, but when he said the word 'friend', he suddenly felt that the next words were not as important as this sentence.

After the old man registered the information, he then gave the change to Han Jiazhi.

Han Jiazhi just looked at Wen Ruming, and then after taking the change that the old man was looking for, he turned around and left without saying a word, without answering Wen Ruming's question.

Wen Ruming propped his hand in front of the cash register, then looked at Han Jiazhi's back as he left, sighed, and said, "Look, she doesn't want to be friends with me at all." ”

The old man walked up to Wen Ruming, also looked at Han Jiazhi's back, and said, "Perhaps, you can become lovers?" ”

Wen Ruming turned his head to look at the old man expressionlessly, then took the rag and continued to do his work.

The old man couldn't see through what was going on in the minds of these young people, and finally just shrugged his shoulders, returned to the computer, put on his glasses, and continued to study the computer.

Han Jiazhi came down for dine-in at lunch, and because the first floor was already full, Han Jiazhi could only choose to pack, but this was fine, she also hated the noisy dining environment.

She leaned against the cash register and fiddled with her phone. Recently, the head teacher has rarely sent her messages, and most of them are planning to give up on her. Since the end of her college entrance examination, she has not received a phone call or even a message from Zheng Zhong.

Although Han Jiazhi didn't want to humbly find that trace of fatherly love from this little favor and small favor, it was just Zheng Zhong's way of treating her as a transparent person made Han Jiazhi feel that he was ignored and despised.

In the past, as the heir of the Han family, she could also make Zheng Zhong condescend to pretend to be loving and friendly. Now she's nothing, so Zheng Zhong didn't even bother to send her a message, did he?

'Heh, just right, I don't want to see Zheng Zhong's disgusting face. Han Jiazhi aimlessly flipped his phone over and over, but switched back and forth between the two functions of call logs and text messages.

The place is so small and small that it feels crowded. There were so many people here, the sound of them talking, the sound of happy laughter, the crisp sound of chopsticks touching dishes, the sound of pacing. These sounds mingle together and become a noisy noise that is irritating.

Some of them went on a family trip, some of them went on a graduation trip together, and several brothers came to go on a group adventure.

No one is alone like Han Jiazhi.

On the way, people take all kinds of photos. Selfies, landscape photos, people, and special attractions, Han Jia will also shoot at first.

Gradually, she stopped filming, because she suddenly remembered that she had no one to share with.

No one pays attention to where she has gone, who she has around her, and what she has been through.

In the past, Han Jiazhi thought he was lonely. But now she realized that those were just the innocent moans of children. True loneliness is not even being able to share.

Wen Ruming, who was busy, took advantage of the gap between coming out to serve the food, took a detour to the cash register, moved a small stool and handed it to Han Jiazhi, and then whispered: "Your feet are not well, let's sit." ”

After speaking, Wen Ruming hurried back to the kitchen and continued to be busy.

Han Jiazhi, who was immersed in loneliness and sadness, was pulled back to reality by Wen Ruming's sudden move, and when she came back to her senses, she only saw Wen Ruming's back in a hurry and the stool that was pushed to her side.