Shu Ninghua did what he said, and after class, he grabbed Qi Hengzhi and began to talk about the importance of parents balancing their own mentality in the process of their children's growth.

Looking at Qi Heng's confused appearance and could only nod in agreement, Qi Youmian suddenly felt a little weak.

She quietly took two steps back, ignoring her father's frequent gazes, and turned her head to look out the window at the sky.

Well...... Today's stars are quite Doha.

She was looking at random, her eyes falling from the black and blue sky, and casually glancing at the street below.

It was this glance that made her gaze freeze.

The community where Shu Ninghua lives is high-end, and there are many restaurants outside, all of which are bright and clean.

The house faces the street, and when you look down from the window, you can see the row of shops with the lights on.

Qi Youmian left after learning to dance in the past, and never stopped by the window.

I never thought that at the door of the western restaurant downstairs, there would be an extremely familiar person.

The boy wore a uniform of a Western restaurant, a straight white shirt, a well-fitting suit pants, and a small black vest tightly buttoned down on his chest.

Some of the long hair was also lifted up, revealing extremely deep and handsome eyebrows.

His expression was as cold as ever, and he opened the car door for the guests who finished the meal with an expressionless face.

…… Wen Jiulan, why do you work here?

Qi Youmian twisted and propped himself up on the window, staring at the young man below.

If I remember correctly, the place where Wen Jiulan lives now should be the area of the urban village, which is completely opposite to this Western restaurant.

The young man standing under the street lamp calmly watched the car drive away, turned around and walked towards the store.

As if sensing something, he suddenly turned around.

Knowing that across a street and a glass window, it was very unlikely that Wen Jiulan could see herself.

Qi Youmian still looked up at the moment when the boy turned his head and looked up, and he went to the side and quickly pulled the curtain next to him to block it.

The heart was pounding in the chest, and Qi Youmian subconsciously completed this series of movements, only to realize that she had no need to hide at all.

The adults behind her were still talking, and they didn't notice her abrupt dodging moves.

Qi Youmian calmed down, then let go of the curtain that was tightly clenched, and looked down again.

The street lights are bright, but there are no boys.

The greetings behind him have come to an end, and there is a movement of the security door being opened.

Qi Youmian only had time to take one last quick look at the Western restaurant, and then left the windowsill amid the calls of his father and teacher.

The curtains shook slightly, obscuring the bright lights in the room.

It also covers a pair of extraordinarily focused eyes that look up from below.

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Except for the pursuit of his dreams, Qi Youmian has never been a particularly persistent person.

Now, Wen Jiulan has also received the same treatment as dance, which makes her never forget and ponder repeatedly.

Qi Youmian stood at the door of the Western restaurant again, looking through the huge glass floor-to-ceiling window.

It was Saturday, and even though there was still a certain amount of time before the meal, the restaurant was already nearly half full.

Waiters in black and white uniforms are moving back and forth in the dining table, all of them looking busy with hurried steps.

Qi Youmian looked patiently for a moment, but didn't see the familiar figure appear.

She simply walked into the store and found a quiet corner to sit in.

Qi Youmian absentmindedly looked at the menu of the Western restaurant, stopped someone when a waiter passed by, and casually ordered a set meal.

Only then did the secret poke and poke the purpose of this line was indicated.

"I saw you here last night, there was a very handsome boy......"

Qi Youmian was still thinking about how to describe it so that the waiter could understand.

She wasn't sure what Wen Jiulan said when she came to apply, so she was afraid that revealing her identity as a classmate would make it difficult for the other party.

Unexpectedly, the waiter who was stopped by her laughed when he heard her words.

The tone is familiar, as if dealing with countless topics like this.

"You're talking about Wen Jiulan, right? He only works in the restaurant on Friday nights from 6 to 9 p.m., so if you want to see him, come back next Friday. ”

Qi Youmian was stunned, and didn't have time to think about why it was such a critical point in time as Friday, so he blurted out, "Do many people come to ask him?" ”

The waiter's eyes were a little meaningful, and before he could speak, another waiter who passed by kindly relieved Qi Youmian's doubts.

"In the past two years, our store has had the best business on Friday nights, and most of them come to see Wen Jiulan...... Many people don't know that Wen Jiulan only does it for half a day, and we have been stopped and asked countless times. ”

He grinned and pointed to the black and white piano in the middle of the restaurant, "If you come here on Friday night, you will have a chance to hear Wen Jiulan play the piano." ”

The two waiters walked away, and their staccato conversation could still be heard.

"Another ...... who was fascinated"

"Although...... It's a little colder, but it's good to look at......"

"If it weren't for him...... Recruit ...... How could it be just half a day......"

Qi Youmian's set meal was quickly served by the waiter, but she stared at the still steaming black pepper beef fillet pasta, but she didn't have much appetite.

This western restaurant is not close to Lijiang No. 1 Middle School, and there is no direct bus, Wen Jiulan walks to at least half an hour.

Lijiang No. 1 Middle School left school at half past five on Friday, and Wen Jiulan had to go to work at six o'clock, so he barely had time to eat dinner.

And Wen Jiulan will only go farther and more time-consuming when he gets home from work at night.

Qi Youmian couldn't understand why Wen Jiulan would find such a job.

If it's because of the high salary in this restaurant, then why does Wen Jiulan only do half a day on Friday night?

He's like this, more like...... At this time, there is one thing to do around.

Qi Youmian's lowered eyelashes twitched slightly, and the silver fork fell back into the pasta bowl with a crisp crashing sound.

She didn't bother to pay attention to it for the time being, but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in three or two steps.

Then I looked up at the building on the opposite side.

From this angle, she can just see the window in Shu Ninghua's house, because the floor is not high, and Qi Youmian's eyesight is very good, she can even see the embroidery of the curtain she held last night, as well as the small half of the living room exposed behind the curtain.

The living room, where she had been for years and countless times, seemed a little strange at this time.

Qi Youmian blinked slowly, and his father's words of great surprise and regret came to mind.

"Isn't this the boy who brought you out of the fire...... Committed suicide? How could such a young man commit suicide? ”

A strong sadness that made her heart palpitate tightly bound Qi Youmian's heart, making her almost out of breath for a moment.

Wen Jiulan has been working part-time every Friday night for so many years, is it a little possible that it is because of her?