Chapter 226: Pride but Inferiority

Xiu Min'er was wearing a capable professional suit, and the whole person looked extraordinarily energetic, but-

Sitting casually by the flower bed, she was a little inexplicably depressed at the moment, she was a little surprised when she saw Shang Wu coming over, and then moved a little to the side and gave her a place.

Shang Wu sat down generously and apologized a little stiffly: "I'm sorry, I asked Lu Yiyou before, he said that there were no girls, and then I asked his assistant, and I heard a different answer, so I was a little impulsive." ”

She apologized for her feelings just now, Xiu Min'er looked at Shang Wu's appearance as a little woman and suddenly felt very moved, this is what it looks like to be loved.

Not arrogant or impatient, there is one thing to say.

Xiu Min'er looked at Shang Wu beside her enviously, smiled suddenly, and said, "Shang Wu, tell you something, when we were students, when we were at the London School of Economics and Political Science, there was a professor in the Department of Economics, who was very strict, not to mention absenteeism or anything, as long as they were late, they would be linked to the final grade, I heard Shangguan say that once the two of them went to class, it suddenly rained, and seeing that it was a few hundred meters away from the classroom where the class was held, Lu Yiyou found the nearest teaching building and hid, No matter how the official pulls it, he can't leave. ”

Xiu Min'er glanced at Shang Wu and continued, "Later we learned that Lu Yiyou is a person who hates rain very much, just like some kind of paranoia, he would rather not go to that class in the end than get a little rain, and that is the only time, he didn't get an A in this course, just now when he rushed out of the hotel lobby to find you, I was really surprised, Shang Wu, bless you." ”

Xiu Min'er looked at Shang Wu with sincere eyes, and she retracted what she had said, because now, Lu Yiyou was deeply in love with her.

Shang Wu's eyelids darkened, she was a little surprised by the story Xiu Min'er had just told, but after listening to it, her heart was warm.

"Thank you for your blessings, thank you."

Shang Wu shook his head, his face full of sincerity.

A cool breeze blew, and there were few pedestrians at night, Xiu Min'er rubbed her hands and asked casually, "I heard that Lu Yiyou has not recovered his memory about you yet?" ”

Shang Wu was stunned for a moment, sniffed, and replied, "Well, not yet." ”

In his tone, there was a hint of regret.

Xiu Min'er didn't know what to say, she just shrugged her shoulders and comforted: "It's okay, I guess I will remember it soon, when he just finished the operation five years ago, he didn't know me, it really surprised me at the time, how can you say that a good person, how can you say that he forgets, he forgets everything?" But fortunately, later, after seeing him twice, he remembered. ”

Although Xiu Min'er was comforting Shang Wu, the more she said, the more confused Shang Wu's heart became, according to this statement, in fact, Lu Yiyou should have remembered himself a long time ago, they have been in contact day and night for such a long time, certainly, it will not be a matter of time.

A touch of loss flashed on Shang Wu's face, she pulled the neckline of the black tweed a little sadly, took a deep breath, and did not speak.

Xiu Min'er patted her on the shoulder, "Hey, do you want to hear more about Lu Yiyou's time at LES?" ”

Shang Wu raised her eyebrows and nodded, instead of worrying secretly, it was better to talk to Xiu Min'er about what she didn't know when that man was in school.

"At that time, Lu Yiyou was not only a celebrity in our Chinese circle, but also famous on the whole campus, I remember that there was a professor whose rating was always very low, and generally the students under this professor were complacent if they could pass, you know? Lu Yiyou broke the record of this professor, gave him the best perfect score, and posted his paper on the official website of the school branch, saying that this is the template. ”

At that time, Lu Yiyou was like a shining star, and the other people around him were dim.

The most feared kind of person in the world is like Lu Yiyou, he is not only talented, but also serious and hardworking.

Shang Wuda felt a sense of pride from the bottom of her heart, but this feeling brought her some loss.

She looked at Xiu Min'er beside her, in fact, Xiu Min'er was also the kind of person who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, talented and willing to work hard.

She looked down at herself, feeling a sense of loss for no reason.

Love can be wrong or not, but it must be evenly matched.

Maybe five years ago, I and Lu Yiyou could still be regarded as talented and beautiful, but five years later, what is it?

Xiu Min'er turned her head and looked at Shang Wu, who was silent after smiling beside her, and she asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

Shang Wu shook her head, she was always defenseless against Xiu Min'er, "Lu Yiyou is like a shining star, shining on my face." ”

Xiu Min'er's mind was also delicate enough, she took a deep breath, "It's weird, Lu Yiyou's light is too powerful." Coincidentally, he loves you, as long as he loves you, what is the light on him? He can quench the light from him for you at any time! ”

Shang Wu sat on the flower bed, shook his legs gently, and said slowly: "However, when you love someone, you don't want him to extinguish the light on your body to accommodate yourself, isn't it his light that attracts you?" ”

Xiu Min'er nodded, "What you said makes sense. ”

Shang Wu looked at his right wrist intentionally or unintentionally, if there was no wound here, would he be able to pick up the brush again?

Standing evenly by Lu Yiyou's side, instead of worrying about being dimmed by his shining star-like brilliance?

A chance conversation ended quietly, because his crutches were lost in the rain, Shang Wu limped and barely could walk.

The road was short, and she slowly took the VIP elevator from outside the hotel to the hotel room.

She took out her room card, "Ding! With a bang, the door opened, and the inside of the door was dim, with only the glow of the moon shining in.

Shang Wu's eyes widened and she looked over, and Lu Yiyou hugged the pillow she handed over before and slept soundly.

She walked very lightly, for fear of waking up Lu Yiyou, who was very light in her sleep, because of the injury, so she walked very slowly, lying on the desk in the office and moving gently and slowly.

Her gaze lingered on the table full of papers, the tiny light illuminating her vision, she squinted, picked up some of them, and was surprised to find that each document seemed to have traces of him carefully reading and then signing.

His signature is in very standard italics, and at a glance it is clear that this is the standard handwriting of a model student in his student days.

She smiled a little distressedly, Lu Yiyou, from childhood to adulthood, must have grown up slowly under various pressures, right?

After all, there are very few geniuses in this world, she has never seen a genius, but she has seen Lu Yiyou, how effortless he is, and how hard he works behind his back.

When Shang Wu crept into the warm quilt, Lu Yiyou woke up with frowning eyebrows.

Shang Wu held her breath a little and didn't dare to speak, until she heard the other party's displeased snort, she turned around and hugged him.

Every night, after she accidentally woke him up, she used this trick, tried and tested, as long as she hugged him, even if he was woken up, he would sleep peacefully without saying a word.

Sure enough, Lu Yiyou breathed steadily in her arms like a little wolf cub.

His hot and humid breath swept across her chest, and with the help of the three inches of moonlight, Shang Wu looked at the person in his arms.

He slept soundly, sweetly to the point of making people feel good.

Shang Wu had a dream, in the dream, Lu Yiyou was holding a vague figure, and she was crying miserably behind her back, very embarrassed.

The next day, when she woke up, Shang Wu looked haggard, Lu Yiyou opened her big black eyes, and her handsome face was almost under her pupils as usual for many mornings.

It's just that this time Shang Wu didn't frighten, and then pounded his chest coquettishly.

Shang Wu just had gloomy eyebrows and eyes, and some fine sweat on her forehead, and then she was angry, why did she have to be tired in her dreams?

She lifted her uninjured foot and kicked Lu Yiyou in the abdomen hard.

Lu Yiyou groaned in pain, and then raised his innocent eyes, "Wife, what's wrong with me?" ”

When he used to be so mischievous, he had never seen her so irritable?

Shang Wu snorted lightly, "It's nothing, it's just a bad dream." ”

Lu Yiyou stepped forward and smelled the fragrance on her body, "Dreams are the opposite of reality, so bad dreams are refracted in reality, which is a good thing!" ”

Shang Wu looked at him suspiciously, "Really? ”

Lu Yiyou nodded seriously, "Well, really." ”

In the next day, Lu Yiyou was busy contacting partners and discussing the entire project period with the project team, and Shang Wu was idle.

Rare good weather in Hangzhou today, she doesn't want to nest in the hotel.

She called the front desk, asked for a pair of crutches, and walked slowly outside.

There is a large bookstore next to the Marriott Hotel, and next to the bookstore is a café.

She thought it would be a good idea to go to the bookstore and buy a book and spend an afternoon in the café.

In the bookstore, she picked up a copy of Gombrich's "The Story of Art"

After satisfying the checkout, I walked to the café, found a place by the window, sat quietly on a chair and smelled the aroma of coffee, and flipped through the book.

"The Story of Art" summarizes the development of the history from the earliest cave paintings to today's experimental art, and the book is elegantly designed, illustrated and pleasing to the eye, and the text is clear and shining.

Reading a good book can make the whole person's spirit better.

It's just—

When Shang Wu feels good, he always feels that someone around him is constantly looking at him.