After listening to Professor Qian's words, she began to feel annoyed, probably because she was bored even looking at the set of pictures.

Jiang Yan put away the computer and wondered if he wanted to buy a ticket for himself and go out to have a look.

The mobile phone rang, and it was Ruan Jianglin calling.

As soon as she answered, she heard the sound of mahjong colliding from the other end.

He spoke first, "The driver will pick you up in a moment, remember to go downstairs." ”

Every weekend, either he comes or she goes.

Jiang Yan didn't want to go this weekend, she was more worried about her homework.

"Ruan Jianglin, I have something to do tomorrow." She drooped her eyelashes and thought to yourself.

His tone was a little unpleasant, probably because he lost, where are the people who often win.

Ruan Jianglin touched a card and said expressionlessly: "Jiang Yan, you want me to be a monk." ”

He was on a business trip last week, and the two didn't see each other.

The co-author wants him to stay alive and widowed.

Her voice was a little low, and her mood was not high, and then she let out a soft "um".

After Ruan Jianglin hung up the phone, Jiang Yan went to change his clothes slowly.

It was getting cold again, and she took out the down jacket she had put in last year back and put it back on her body.

also put a lot of warm babies around her waist, surrounded her waist, and she felt less pain.

It was still Mr. Lu who came to pick him up, and it seems that this driver is particularly obedient to Ruan Jianglin's heart.

As soon as she got in the car, Mr. Lu greeted her.

It's gray outside, especially in Kyoto, where the smog is much worse, and people on the streets are wearing down jackets and masks.

It's winter again.

Jiang Yan was dressed so warmly, but when he got out of the car, he was still shivering with cold.

"Miss Jiang, Mr. Ruan is waiting for you in private room 405."

It's winter, and the restaurants he chooses today are all Chinese soup pot restaurants.

But Jiang Yan has never liked to eat this, she is not used to eating old Kyoto mutton, nor is she used to drinking old Kyoto bean juice, the smell can make her vomit just by smelling, which is worse than bitter gourd juice.

But the locals seem to like it quite a bit, at least Ruan Jianglin is used to drinking.

During the banquet, she barely moved her chopsticks, and sat quietly opposite Ruan Jianglin, like a person accompanying the meal.

Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks much, Ruan Jianglin ordered her some light side dishes, she didn't want to save Ruan Jianglin's face, so she softly sandwiched a few chopsticks of dishes, but she didn't have any appetite at all.

"Don't like it?" His eyes darkened, and he asked casually.

"It's fine." She whispered back.

He didn't speak again, Jiang Yan spent most of his time waiting for him.

After he finished his meal, he led Jiang Yan away.

She followed him, and he reached out to take Jiang Yan away, until he reached the corner of the corridor, and he suddenly let go of the big palm that had been placed on her waist.

Jiang Yan raised his eyes to look at him, and then noticed a middle-aged man walking towards him, elegant and easy-going, with a good temperament.

Ruan Jianglin said hello first, "Uncle Jiang." ”

The man had an easy-going smile on his face and patted him on the shoulder, "It's rare to meet you as a busy man." ”

He shifted his gaze to Ruan Jianglin, smiled and asked, "Who is this?" ”

Jiang Yan felt a sigh in his heart, probably nervous.

She raised her eyes to look at him, his eyes were vague and unpredictable, his face was expressionless, and he said lightly, "Friend." ”

When his words fell, Jiang Yan's whole person was like a stick on the head, like a basin of cold water poured on her from beginning to end.

Her body stiffened in an instant, and he subconsciously let go of the action of holding her hand, like a slap on her face.

He had never taken the initiative to introduce her to others, but Ye Chen and they could both understand it, because they were friends who played together.

Jiang Yan didn't care before, she thought that maybe Ruan Jianglin was too lazy to say.

He really didn't bother to say, so what about now, did he have to introduce it to others?

She pursed her lips unconsciously, her nails pinching the tender flesh in the palm of her hand.

She couldn't even hear what Ruan Jianglin was talking to the man.

Later, she seemed to be dragged by Ruan Jianglin, her feet seemed to be poured with cement, and she didn't even feel a single step.

That night, Kyoto received its first snow of the year.

On November 12, the first snow fell in Kyoto, but there was neither a soft-hearted god nor a soft-hearted person.

Drops of snow are falling all over the sky, she seems to be fascinated by her eyes, the warm baby on her body has also passed the time limit, and her waist seems to be poured into cold water, cold and painful.

Under the street lamp, the orange light shone on the man, and he stood there answering the phone, with a shallow smile on his eyebrows.

A cigarette burned on his fingertip, halfway burned.

They were waiting for Mr. Lu to drive the car over.

Jiang Yan walked towards him, her hands were so cold that she wanted him to hold them.

The man was holding the phone in one hand to talk about the phone, and raised the other hand slightly, signaling that he had a cigarette in his hand.

Jiang Yan's slender hand stretched out paused in the air and then retracted it.

She wanted him to take the cigarette off his hand to lead her.

Jiang Yan trembled unconsciously, she thought it was just that it was too cold this day.

The cold wind seeped in through the cuffs and neckline, and she wanted to put on a scarf tomorrow.

Ruan Jianglin didn't see it, Jiang Yan cried coldly, the injury on her waist seemed to have recurred, and it hurt so badly that she stood there and looked at the man's back for a long time.

It was only when Mr. Lu drove the car over that he hung up the phone.

I remembered that there was ginger smoke behind me, and when I looked back at her, I saw that her nose was red.

He turned against the light and said in a flat tone: "Remember to wear more next time." ”

Jiang Yan's fingertips turned a little white, and she suddenly wanted to laugh, how could she be so stupid.

She really looked like a pet cat raised by Ruan Jiang, and when he didn't think about it, she had no sense of existence and put it aside. When he thought of her, the occasional teasing for his amusement, coupled with the casual perfunctory care, would make her sink so much.

It's not that Ruan Jianglin gives too much, but she thinks too much.

But Jiang Yan thought about it for a long time, what was she blaming Ruan Jianglin, and what position and qualifications did she have to blame Ruan Jianglin?

Ruan Jianglin did not warn her, from the very beginning, he drew a clear line between each other.

"Jiang Yan, follow me and you will cry."

"No, it won't."

"Okay, I won't coax you when you cry."

Now that she thinks about it, how could she be so sure then?

Indeed, she is really crying now, and he will not coax her.

It was she who insisted on going her own way, it was her desperate gamble, and it was her desperate entanglement.

In the end, she was the only one who was injured, she was the only one who paid the most, and she was the only one who even regretted it.

In front of Ruan Jianglin, she will always be a humble person and a concessioner

He had all the advantages, just like now, he could make her drop all her arrangements and rush from Beicheng to Kyoto in no time with a phone call, and she would hardly refuse his request.

And he, standing on a commanding height, has always maintained an attitude of not taking the initiative, refusing and not being responsible, he seems to have never promised her, but she is alone in sensationalism, and she doesn't even have a chance to ask him for an explanation.

(End of chapter)