After Wang Yi regained consciousness, the first person to contact was Lian Hongyu.

If I remember correctly, before I fell into a coma, it was Lian Hongyu who called me. It stands to reason that people who know the reason for the beginning of this incident will not take the initiative to call Wang Yi. It can be seen from this that even Hongyu is just a pawn of the old man, and it is likely that after his own accident, the old man wants to use Lian Hongyu to temporarily replace his position to assist Du Yu. In this way, it is self-evident why Du Yu chose Lian Hongyu to be the executive general secretary of his side during his five years in Beijing. Wang Yi had been intoxicated with how he got out of the Du family and returned to Chen Meng, but he ignored such an important matter. Lian Hongyu does not belong to the Du family, and the forces behind her should not be underestimated, and Wang Yi, who single-handedly cultivated her, understands that Lian Hongyu is by no means the kind of woman who is willing to be manipulated by others. So, since he has the same idea of getting rid of the old man and setting up his own door, Lian Hongyu is undoubtedly the best candidate for Wang Yi's partner at this time. At the very least, it can still be believed.

"Why did you suddenly think that you were looking for me to eat?" Lian Hongyu's original name was Su Qian, she was the eldest daughter of the old man's family friend, and she was sent to the Du family when she came back from studying abroad, half as a hostage, and half as Wang Yi to take care of the Du family's business.

"I think of the last time you said that the medium-rare steak tastes the most authentic, and I want to test it in front of you." Wang Yi and waite

He bowed his head and said a few words. By the way, I opened a bottle of red wine that had been stored here.

"Now the family's business is not as good as it is every year." Su Qian set up the napkin and mentioned this matter as if she had not intentionally mentioned it. Wang Yi hadn't invited Su Qian to dinner at this time before, and he didn't know if changing the previous time plan would have a butterfly effect, but the only thing he firmly believed in was that this time, only by completely defeating the old man could the tragedy of Chen Meng's plane crash be avoided.

"Where is the business to be done?" Wang Yi was usually quiet, he knew that Su Qian was referring to the fact that a batch of goods from the Su family was detained by the police a few days ago. It wasn't a clean business in the first place, and her illegitimate brother didn't do it as clean and careful as the older generation, so it wasn't surprising that something went wrong. "Sometimes blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, but I don't know what is a good thing."

Su Qian was silent, and waited for all the dishes to be served before saying yes, and laughed again: "I knew that the dishes in this place are not as authentic as those abroad, but I don't want to come back." I don't see these things, and I don't have the trouble of this moment. ”

"When I see these things, I know how to do it." Wang cut the steak into small pieces and sent it to his mouth slowly, "If you know what the risk is, you can avoid it." ”

Su Qian is still the same Su Qian seven years ago, she will always stay on the surface quietly, and she can't bear it in her heart when anything happens, and she will be anxious.

"The old one is full of wind and rain, so it's better to steal the day and win something new for yourself." Wang Yi mentioned Su Qian, asking her not to focus on her brother's business now, but to use her mother's rights in private to slowly transfer assets and empty the old company in her brother's hands.

"I don't know how to start." Su Qian, who has never been bad at understanding, suddenly understood what Wang Yi meant, she poured Wang Yi a glass of red wine and motioned for him to continue.

"Recently, the old man has a tea smuggling business in his hands, isn't it handed over to you?" The new tea that Du Yu drinks every year comes from a tea house called Xinyu. Tucked away in the Longjing Tea Plantation, this place is like the property of hundreds of humble farmers in it. But in fact, this is the old man's use of the shell to smuggle tea under the guise of smuggling tea. The Su family has always taken the literati route. Poetry, hops, tea, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, to antique playthings. Not to mention the excellent friendship between the old man and the Su family, just to say that the antique vase that Du Yu played with casually in his hand was carefully selected by the Su family and specially sent someone to send it over. People are greedy by nature, and the Su family's show of favor like this, and vote for the old man's favor, so he can naturally win his attention and favor.

"Your brother doesn't know the truth of being a man, but it depends on whether you understand it." Wang Yi refreshed his phone, Chen Meng updated a dynamic, and he was in a trance for a moment.

"The ownership of a tea estate, there is naturally a fight." Su Qian's brother is an illegitimate child, and his mother is just the most insignificant eighteenth-tier star in the entertainment industry, short-sighted, and the children who are trained have no rules. Su Qian's mother is a descendant of the Xue surname of the four major families in the south since the time of the Republic of China, and the interests between the various families are naturally taught by words and deeds, and Su Qian has been taught a lot. Although she later went abroad to study, Su Qian still knows a little bit about the rules of dealing with these older generations. This is also the reason why the old man has always disliked her illegitimate brother. is too greedy, and takes any benefit into his own hands. Since the family gradually put the power into the hands of Su Qian's brother, the things sent to the Du family have been worse every year. The old man couldn't see it on his face, but he knew better than anyone what kind of character this son of the Su family was.

"Since it is something that the old man put in your hands, in this tea house, as long as it does not hurt the interests of the Du family, it doesn't matter what you do in other things." Wang Yi made a brief summary to conclude the outline of the meeting. It is certainly not a wise choice to confront the old man blindly with a clear banner. He wants to use his strength to develop his own power with the old man's foundation. And if Su Qian hadn't betrayed Wang Yi in her previous life, then she would undoubtedly be Wang Yi's most trusted partner.

Su Qian narrowed her fox-like eyes and took a sip of red wine. She didn't know what Wang Yi had asked her to do this for, one thing was for sure, no matter what the outcome, she had nothing to lose.

"Perhaps, it doesn't matter if you give it a try." Su Qian smiled and pasted Wang Yi, "Now the only one who can think of helping me is the master." ”

She was sent to Wang by the Su family a few years ago, and today everything is just Wang Yi's words and deeds. In private, he also called Wang Yi a master.

Wang glanced at his phone, and he was also smiling. This scene is like a conspiracy of adulterers to extort money, and it is not a good appearance in short.

"It's not early, I still have something to do." When he ate seven points, Wang Yi said. "It's still early", Su Qian has the intention of retaining, if she usually just sends Su Qian back as a favor. This time, Wang Yi said, "There is indeed something, the old man came to me to admonish." ”

Su Qian sneered, revealing a child-like dissatisfied look.

Wang Yi touched her head, "Good." ”

Probably love is not self-moving, it is genuinely thinking about the person you love.

In the food street outside L University, Wang Yiyi parked his car at the snack bar that Chen Meng used to go to. The brightly lit streets and warm yellow colors make people can't open their eyes. He can imagine that there must be a little girl in it, who ordered a spicy tang for ten yuan, and took a photo with a filter before eating, and sent a circle of friends with a sentence of "so satisfied". Like a neurotic, staring at the unwavering circle of friends while eating. pretending to be lively and happy in the world of friends, in fact, it is just holding a bowl of spicy tang for ten yuan, and living alone in this night without people.

Wang Yi has always wondered what Chen Meng attracted him. I remember one time they quarreled, Chen Meng said: "I don't know what is different about you that attracts you, everyone says that I am just an ordinary person." ”

Wang Yi gritted his teeth and said: "Unless you live on an uninhabited alien planet, you don't even know how to attract others." ”

Probably such a kind of empathy. Maybe three percent of the 10 million people have had the same experience, but if you catch a glimpse of one of them, then you see her as a confidant. Maybe that's not fair to the rest of the three percent. But so what, the premise of mutual attraction and unspeakable chance constitutes a wonderful fate.

He wanted to hold the little girl in his arms right now and tell her how much he missed her. But Wang Yi understood that the negligence of the previous life had caused irreparable results. He thought that his plan was seamless, and he thought that everything would not change in five years, but he forgot, it seemed that he had always been arranging the future of him and Chen Meng, this time, maybe he should give Chen Meng a chance to let her see what she really wanted.

There are not many people in the Malatang shop, and the minimum consumption is ten yuan, and it is also an ability to eat for so long. Chen Meng sorted out a few new WeChat friends that he had recently added, and inadvertently saw Wang Yi.

"Mr. K?" She smiled, "I don't know what this person thinks, the nickname looks so chic." "It seems to have been added by the bookstore's offline communication group. She modified the tags and notes, and couldn't help but secretly flip through this person's circle of friends. The background pattern is a very simple picture with a sense of design, I don't know where to find it. The signature was in French that she didn't recognize, and it looked good.

This is a special number used by Wang Yi to pick up girls, which collects some of his usual photographs and travel photos, and of course, some miscellaneous notes on reading impressions.

Chen Meng felt that this was a very "tall" person for her. Almost every year I fly to different countries around the world, beautiful photography, good reading taste, and even master several languages. Such an excellent person makes Chen Meng feel "untouchable".

"Haha, why did such a person add me." Chen dreamed for a while, "Could it be that I've seen too many beautiful and sexy beauties, and I'm going to change my light taste recently?" She looked at her ordinary-looking self at the phone camera, "Then this gentleman's taste is too heavy." Thinking so, Chen Meng couldn't help laughing. She is not the kind of girl who is particularly good-looking, with single eyelids, a small and thin mouth, and is often complained by her roommates that "her words are not amazing and she dies", and she rarely speaks, but every sentence she says is enough for everyone to be cold for a long time. The figure is average, and I can't match that kind of sexy or goddess-like clothes, but it's not thin, and wearing literary clothes often makes people feel inconsistent. Shopping for a little vintage or original order in an online store or from a friend, it looks like an insignificant cherry blossom with it, maybe a group of such girls appears, it will make people feel youthful and vibrant, but they appear alone, and they can't afford to last the whole spring.

"If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move, it's a big deal to delete it in a few days." Chen Meng ate the last spinach ball, thinking that she belonged to the kind of literary young woman who looked full of literature and art on the Internet, and after really contacting her, few people liked her kind. Many people added Chen Meng on a whim, chatted a few words, or made an appointment to meet, but they didn't have any ideas at all. The polite ones just stop talking, waiting for Chen Meng to "come to their senses" one day and delete them, and the impolite ones are usually quietly blackmailed by Chen Meng within a few days.

"It's nothing anyway, let's just see more fresh humans." Chen Meng is sometimes indignant, obviously when they meet, either she invites the other party to dinner, or the two parties AA, but the other party's reaction is like Chen Meng taking a big advantage. Chen Meng looked at herself on her phone, compared to those people, she was not so bad. With this thought, I still can't help but be a little frustrated. She turned off WeChat and wanted to swipe funny videos for a while to relieve her depressed mood, but suddenly thought that there would be no traffic again this month.

When a person is ugly and poor, what can he do but look in the mirror to calm himself?

You can also read more books. Chen Meng silently praised his answer, and after checking out, he strolled around and prepared to go to the study room to read a book.

Wang Yimu saw Chen Meng walk into the gate of the school, he looked at the little girl who posted a spicy photo in the circle of friends, and suddenly felt that the anxiety and irritability in the past few days had been alleviated.

Compared with the struggle of family interests and the shopping mall of deceit, such a secular life seems to allow Wang Yi to find a sense of belonging. He has also tried many girls with such "clean" backgrounds, with fresh and tender appearances and a good cultural background. But I always felt that something was missing. It's probably a "stupid" like Chen Meng, who hasn't started to learn "utilitarianism", but just treats the world in his own way, and occasionally, it's quite heartwarming.

If you want to pay attention to someone for some reason, you will secretly search for everything about him. When Chen Meng is bored, he will look through Mr. K's circle of friends. It seems that he is the ultimate lover of Kafka, as if the protagonist in "The Trial" is Mr. K. If there's music, she'll click on it. Unlike the so-called "elites" I knew before, I listened to classical music such as cellos and concertos, which Chen Meng couldn't even name. It seems that Mr. K has a preference for some niche folk singers, and the guitar chords are paired with warm male voices, which makes people feel surprisingly comfortable. Chen Meng couldn't say why, but he had some good feelings about Mr. K before they met. She occasionally chatted with Mr. K and jotted down sentences that she felt made sense. Chen Meng has a Weibo account, and she will copy down all kinds of sentences she collects and post them there. In recent times, she has copied a lot of what Mr. K said.

Well, that's probably what it's called, having a good feeling. I talked about the height problem in WeChat before, and Chen Meng, who is 1.65 meters, probably knows that Mr. K's height is not so ideal. But that doesn't stop the favor. So much so that when Mr. K proposed to meet offline, Chen Meng did not refuse.

This is a person who seems to be able to peek into her inner thoughts, the place of appointment is very suitable, in the bookstore that Chen Meng often goes, the consumption is not high, but it is full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

Chen Meng didn't have the habit of being late, and her schoolwork was not so heavy anyway, so she took the bus to the agreed place first, ordered a cup of orange lemon, and found a corner to sit there. Wang Yi actually arrived a long time ago, and he didn't know if it was the right choice to meet Chen Meng. But the girl was stupid, and didn't seem to make much effort to make an appointment. He sat in the car, watched her order, choose a seat, and sit there reading a book. The afternoon sun was good, and the light hit Chen Meng's hair softly, as if she had just taken a shower and blown her hair. The fluffy hair seems to have a woody scent in the sun. Wang Yi thought of Mr. Turtle's song "Boys Don't Cry":

"I'm going to describe a soul to you

It has a youth that is not grateful

Whenever night falls

will sing softly

It sings a fresh story

The people inside smiled at each other."

Chen Meng is like an angel saving the world, it is undeniable that no matter seven years ago or when he returns to his current self, Wang Yi's memory will always remember this moment. Such a dream makes people feel that they fall in love at first sight and are warm and moving.

He opened the car door and involuntarily stepped down.

Chen Meng had expected the height of this "Mr. K" in his heart, but when he saw the boy in front of him who was only about 164, he was still a little disappointed. Maybe she has different expectations for this "Mr. K"? Who knows. Joining the bookstore's offline communication group is just to complete the task given to him by his brother. But she's still different to Mr. K. She laughed, "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Chen Meng." ”

"I'm glad to see you in reality." Wang Yi was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt with a good texture, and the big boy's dress made it impossible to distinguish the age for a while. "My surname is Wu, and I have a single word." Wang Yi said his name when he was a child, when he did not enter the Du family. If the word "Wang Yi" is mentioned, girls who are a little more attentive can search for the name of the nominal president of several companies, and those with a little business background know more. He wanted to use a clean identity to get to know Chen Meng again.

"That's Mr. Wu Kai." Chen Meng's hands were stained with ice water, and he involuntarily wrote two words on the table with his wet fingers. No wonder it's called "Mr. K", a very chic nickname. I thought it was Mr. K in "Judgment". ”

If understood in this way, it also has this meaning. But I prefer Borges to Kafka. Wang Yi replied truthfully.

"Ah, that, "The Garden of Divergent Paths", I like him too." At the mention of this writer, Chen Meng was slightly excited, and said a lot of things to himself, completely forgetting that Wang Yi was still here. After speaking, he seemed to remember something, and stuck out his tongue, "Am I talking too much?" ”

"It's okay, I love listening to it." Wang Yi inadvertently teased her scattered bangs, as casually as usual when they got acquainted. "Just say it, I've been listening."

Chen Meng had never been in such close contact with a boy, she touched her hair that was picked up by Wang Yi, and she was not disgusted.

The two of them chatted all afternoon, most of the time it was Chen Meng talking, and Wang Yi occasionally interjected a sentence or two of his own opinions.

Wang Yi's gentlemanly demeanor made Chen Meng feel that appearance and height were not the only criteria for measuring a person. You could say that she is still young, has not seen anyone better, and has been treated better. But at this moment, Chen Meng had to admit that she was a little tempted by the mature and knowledgeable man in front of her.

Time passed quickly, and evening arrived in an instant. Wang Yi suggested that the two of them go to dinner. Chen Meng originally thought that this was a brief meeting with netizens, but according to the previous fixed model, the other party claimed that something was wrong in no more than an hour and left first. She didn't expect that Mr. Wu Kai in front of her hadn't been bored after listening to her for so long.

Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to have much change with her. Thankfully, it's enough for a spicy meal.

"Uh...... Why don't we go and eat......" She hesitated, not knowing if this Mr. Wu could agree to her suggestion, she just felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't eat Malatang." Wang Yi briefly concluded: "This time I have a treat, next time you invite me to a big dinner?" He thought for a moment and said, "Malatang is unhygienic, and the place is dirty, I really don't know how you like to eat it so much." ”

"Uh...... Belch? How do you know I like to eat Malatang. Chen Meng was a little surprised.

"Doesn't your circle of friends often post pictures of Malatang?" Wang Yi was speechless.

"Hey, will a person like you be so bored as to brush my circle of friends?" Chen Meng's eyes blinked, and he asked very frankly.

"Nope." Wang was a little uncomfortable on his face, "I just brushed it by chance, I didn't look at it on purpose." ”

"Oh......" Chen Meng nodded, "Okay." She grinned again, "Then let's not eat anything, let's go out for a walk together." ”

Wang Yi looked at the person in front of him and tried to hold her hand. Chen Meng did not refuse.

Wang Yi held Chen Meng's hand, extremely relieved. There is an asphalt road outside the campus of L University, because it is close to the Qiantang River, there are few vehicles except for the school bus. The dim street lamp is like a lover's eye. Chen Meng's heart was pounding. The damp wind blew and blew Chen Meng's chiffon skirt. Wang stroked Chen Meng's hair.

It was the first time we had met, but it seemed so intimate.

Wang Yi pulled her under the street lamp, Chen Meng chattered all the way, and before he finished speaking, he saw him stop.

"Are you tired of walking?" Wang Yi squeezed her hand, "Take a break." ”

"But I'm not tired." Chen Meng looked at him. The topic just turned to the things when he was a child, Chen Mengzheng was talking about Xingtou, dancing with his hands, and waving Wang Yi's hand by the way.

"We're meeting for the first time." Wang Yi squeezed her hand and held it in the air, like a prince inviting Cinderella to dance, "The days will be long." ”

Chen Meng stopped, also realizing that this was the first time they had met. From Marguerite Duras to Kafka and Borges, from the development of folk music to interesting stories from childhood. Chen Meng has never liked to talk, she sometimes can be cold for a long time when she says a word, she is self-aware. But it seems that after meeting Wang Yi, she opened the conversation box, and there are endless things to say at any time, and she can't finish it.

"There will be a day when it will be finished." Chen Meng thought in his heart, "Who can keep talking." ”

"When I'm bored, I occasionally look through our chats to see what we're talking about." Chen Meng realized this problem, so he told Wang Yi directly, "But I don't have a clue either." ”

"Then ignore it." Wang Yi pinched her face with his other hand, "You can always create new chat records." ”

Chen Meng thought to himself, this person on the other side is really a master of playing ambiguous first-class. I had just seen him for the first time, and I was teased. Restraint, Chen dreams.

"Can you jump three steps faster and three steps slower?" Chen Meng made an impromptu move.

"What's that?" Wang Yi looked at her like coaxing a child who could have a whim at any time.

"That's it...... In my hometown, at night, there will be aunts and uncles dancing one-on-one to the music in the square. Something like a waltz or cha cha. Chen Meng tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Haha, it can also be said that it is a square dance." ”

"I won't." Wang Yi couldn't help but laugh, revealing his white teeth, "But you can learn." ”

"That's it, turn around like this, two circles, three circles......" Chen Meng took Wang Yi's hand and jumped around his arm in a circle, Wang Yi didn't know where she would go next, so he held her with his other hand, always worried that Lu Butong would fall her.

The gentle evening breeze is blowing, and the moonlight is as beautiful as water. The tide is turning over and over, surging the waves of the heart, and love may come at such a moment.

"I'll send you back." Wang Yi stared at Chen Meng's smiling eyes, her mouth was beautifully shaped, thin, and liked to sip together.

"Don't kiss." Chen Meng broke free of Wang Yi, still giggling, "I'm going to run away." ”

Wang Yi looked at Chen Meng, who ran far away, and suddenly had a feeling of being lost and regained.

"What." He laughed as if he was scratching his head.

The moonlight is fine tonight. Chen Meng wrote this in his blog. If you are too long, it is easy for you to have different feelings for another person who is the same. Wang Yi is by no means as simple as he seems. This is a master of flirting. Chen Meng concluded. She glanced at the text message from her brother on her phone and made a decision. Such a man, still, if you can, don't provoke it.

On the screen of the phone is the personal information of a man named Du Yu. The photo of Du Yu on WeChat, with short hair dyed flaxen, is like a boy who has not been contaminated by any world, like a cat.

"Silently, take a look at the movement over there for me this weekend." Chen Meng pouted at WeChat, feeling that he was going to be busy again.