As the sun faded into the sky, she walked back and forth quickly, not more than two o'clock.

Quan Wei drove the car slowly, not as out of control as before. It's just that the bright rearview mirror reflects her stubborn and forbearant expression, and her eyes are wide open, never letting half of the moisture in her eye sockets flow out.

This vulnerability, she is unwilling to shed tears for it.

It's a coincidence that she just returned Huo Yanxi's house in the morning, and she was completely homeless in the afternoon.

She took out her phone, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and unlocked it with her fingerprint in the other. She thought about it briefly and made a bold decision.

The eleven numbers dialed out were unexpectedly smooth, so smooth that Quan Wei was shocked, it turned out that she had such a good memory.

At the same time, she also knew that the other party had probably changed the number or was unwilling to answer her call.

Waiting for the sound to be heard over and over again, just when Quan Wei sneered and was about to hang up, Lin Jiamu's warm voice came from the microphone: "Quan Wei? ”

He remembered her number as well.

It is undeniable that Quan Wei's heart was slightly touched at this time, not love, but the emotion of youth.

She rolled her eyes, and the tears in her eyes slowly faded.

"Do you have time?" She asked him directly.

Lin Jiamu on the opposite side was obviously stunned for a moment, and his voice paused for two seconds before replying: "You have to wait for me to get off work at night." ”

He is now at the level of director, and he has a lot of work to do every day. What's more, he doesn't like to confuse public and private, and it is even more taboo to go out to meet customers during work hours.

Quan Wei understood, removed her phone to look at the time, and asked him again, "What time do you get off work?" I'll look for you in your hospital. ”

When the words fell, Lin Jiamu's side could no longer be regarded as a pause, but fell into silence for a while. Neither of them hung up the phone, as if they were quietly waiting for the other to speak again.

She waited for his response, and he waited for her purpose in asking him to meet.

"At half past five, you can wait for me downstairs in the outpatient building of the Third Hospital." In the end, Lin Jiamu opened his mouth first and agreed to meet.

"Okay, you're busy, goodbye."

Kwon Wei hung up the phone.

She let out a long breath, and a scar that had been hidden in her heart for years didn't seem to react. When she contacted Lin Jiamu again after five years, she was unexpectedly relaxed, and she didn't even feel nervous.

How to talk about the blushing heartbeat of the girlhood back then.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. Looking up, seeing the red light turn green, she jerked the steering wheel, intending to turn and change lanes.

Bang.

A black Toyota flashed from the right side, crashing straight into the passenger seat of Quan Wei's car, knocking her car out three or four meters.

When the airbag popped out, Quan Wei felt that she couldn't die, but when the glass on the right side broke and burst, there was a hot pain on her face.

Damn, disfigured!

At half past three in the afternoon, Quan Wei, who was in the hospital to bandage the wound on her face, was taken to the traffic bureau and went through the legal procedures of the traffic accident.

The other driver was a little girl who had just gotten her driver's license, and the speed was so fast that she wanted to drive directly before the traffic post turned green.

It's a pity that the skills are not perfect.

Running a red light is a real hammer, and the traffic police will deduct her driver's license points and also fine. What needs to be discussed now is how to make civil compensation after causing Quan Wei's injury.

That is, to discuss privately.

After listening to the traffic police's explanation, Quan Wei stood up, looked at the girl opposite who was frightened and her face had not returned to normal for a long time, and said softly: "I don't need your compensation, drive slowly in the future, and pay attention to safety." ”

Protect yourself and don't hurt others.

Before the girl could react, Quan Wei looked at the police, and her tone was still so flat: "Comrade policeman, can I go first now?" There's still a little more to deal with. ”

The traffic police have never seen such a generous victim, he nodded: "Of course you can go, and we will upload the follow-up punishment results to the public platform." ”

"Well, I'm in trouble."

Quan Wei turned her head and left, and a short female voice came from behind her: "Miss Quan!" ”

Quan Wei stopped in place and turned her head.

The young woman who caused the accident trotted to catch up, and finally realized how the other party was open, she bowed solemnly and sincerely apologized: "I'm really sorry, because my negligence hit your car and injured your face." ”

Quan Wei's right cheek was slid by the glass ballast, although it was not deep, but it was a woman's face, the most important part of the skin.

In case of a scar, she would feel sorry and sorry as the one who was forgiven.

Quan Wei raised her hand and touched the white gauze on her face, thinking of the doctor's assurance just now, she smiled falsely: "The doctor said that there will be no scars, and I also accept your apology, now it's okay." ”

She is indeed a character who must be repaid, but this attribute is weak when it is weak, and strong when it is strong. The other party is obviously an innocent young man, and she doesn't need to make it too difficult, the police will do the education work, and she doesn't need her to point fingers.

Because the car was towed for repairs, Quan Wei walked out of the transportation bureau. The Third Courtyard is more than 20 minutes' drive away, and if she walks, it will take more than an hour.

Calculating the time, she turned left and walked into the sea of people, and walked leisurely.

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Kwon Wei is dressed very casually today, not her favorite skirt, but a loose and simple sweatshirt and jeans. Although her face was covered with gauze, she still wore a mask, and even buttoned the wide hat of her sweatshirt on her head to hide her bright features.

At half past five in the evening, Lin Jiamu's car slowly came from the exit of the hospital parking lot.

With a sound of the horn, Quan Wei accurately found his location.

She got into the car and fastened her seatbelt, and the car slowly moved away from the hospital.

The car was so quiet that it made people feel chest tight, and the two sat so close to each other, Quan Wei was a little unnatural: "I'll invite you to dinner, and you can see if there is a store worth trying nearby." ”

Lin Jiamu didn't speak, but he adjusted his driving route.

Eventually, he took her to a Sichuan restaurant.

Quan Wei was stunned when she got out of the car, and looked up at him: "Aren't you not spicy?" ”

Lin Jiamu hummed lightly: "I invite you today." ”

He doesn't eat spicy, but Quan Wei is not spicy and unhappy, and loves this bite.

Hearing this, Quan Wei felt strange in her heart, but she didn't expect him to understand her tastes.

During the banquet, the two sat opposite each other, silent.

In the end, Lin Jiamu couldn't hold his breath first, and took the initiative to speak: "You are looking for me, what is the matter?" ”

is concise and to the point, maybe he doesn't know what else he can say to her in his current capacity.

Quan Wei took off her mask and hat, and before she could answer his question, she heard his voice again: "Why is your face hurt?" ”

Quan Wei sighed extremely plainly, perfunctory: "Cosmetics allergies, I applied some medicine." ”

Saying so, Lin Jiamu didn't ask any more.

Thinking of his previous question, Quan Wei suddenly tasted like chewing wax, she swallowed the food in her mouth, drank a sip of water, and then looked up at him.

"I just wanted to talk to you about high school." She told the truth, without any nostalgia for the ambiguity of the old love, only seeking objective reality, and continued: "I want to know, what did you think when I had an accident? ”

She had always wondered what was going on deep in his silence at that time.

At this time, Lin Jiamu's hand holding the water cup was clenched, and his fingertips printed fingerprints on the glass. His pupils were very light, making his slightly interfacing gaze look a little indifferent: "What do I think?" What do you think I can think? ”

Quan Wei was speechless, and then the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile, and she slowly lowered her head.

Her voice was muffled: "Did you think I was toying with you?" ”

There was silence for two or three seconds.

Then, Lin Jiamu tilted his head slightly, and his gaze was even more meaningful: "It's not counting, after all, you really don't lack men to like it." ”