Ji Xiaocheng watched Huo Jing settle him down, and only left the ward after being completely relieved, and as soon as Huo Jing left, he took out his mobile phone and paused on the dial pad for a moment.

Subsequently, Ji Xiaocheng clicked on the contact page, dialed a few times, and found a number.

Click and you'll be dialed in seconds.

"Help me check the personal contact information of a person, returnee jewelry designer Jiang Qianrao, I want to know in five minutes."

Ji Xiaocheng gave Jiang Qianrao a business card, but he still took the initiative to contact Jiang Qianrao.

Jiang Qianrao was lying in the bath, the gentle milk moistened her skin, and the rose petals with a red velvety texture spread out, she smiled lightly, picked up the goblet next to her, and took a sip of red wine.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, Jiang Qianrao picked it up and answered.

"Hello?"

"Miss Jiang, hello."

"It turned out to be Mr. Ji, how is your body?"

Jiang Qianrao squinted her eyes, like a lazy kitten.

"I broke my leg, and the rest was fine, but I broke my muscles and bones for a hundred days, and I survived some of them."

"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. If I don't get tough, promise your game; If I hadn't been petty and rushed, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. ”

Ji Xiaocheng smiled heartily: "What are you blaming yourself again?" If it's wrong, the fault should be me, if I hadn't proposed this competition, how could there be these unwarranted disasters later. ”

"But in the end, it's you who hurts, and you always feel ashamed when people are hurt."

Ji Xiaocheng smiled and shook his head: "It's me who should be guilty." It's me who wants to thank you in turn, if you hadn't kept the horse down for me, I would have been hurt worse than I am now. ”

"Well, how are you going to thank me?" Jiang Qianrao changed her words and said playfully.

"When are you free? I want to treat you to dinner. ”

"Just eating?" Jiang Qianrao's voice was marked with obvious disappointment, "A little delicious food can't buy me." ”

"No, I have other gifts for you."

Jiang Qianrao deliberately paused on the other end of the phone for a while, and then said lazily: "Place, time." ”

"La Reina Juana, next Wednesday, six p.m., see you there."

After Jiang Qianrao responded, she hung up the phone, "oops", put down the phonograph's stylus, and dived into the water.

The sound of the record slowly infiltrates my heart, and it is Akina Nakamori's "赤のエナメル".

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On Wednesday, at six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Qianrao arrived as scheduled. Ji Xiaocheng was waiting in the restaurant early in the morning, and Jiang Qianrao couldn't help laughing when she saw the wheelchair next to the table.

"I don't think it's a dinner that you have to come to have with me in a wheelchair."

"As long as it's you, I think it's worth it. Let's order it. ”

Spanish seafood risotto and gazpao are naturally must-order Spanish dishes. Jiang Qianrao ordered a few dishes casually and closed the menu.

When I went out to eat with Ji Xiaocheng, the important thing was never the dish.

The two finished the meal silently, the two sides had very different thoughts, and Jiang Qianrao had been paying full attention to all Ji Xiaocheng's movements.

Ji Xiaocheng also seemed to feel Jiang Qianrao's concern, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a satisfied smile.

After eating the staple food and waiting for dessert, Ji Xiaocheng took out a contract from her bag, and she looked over to see that it was a preliminary contract to hire her as the group's jewelry designer.

Jiang Qianrao's breath stagnated, and then she smiled: "What does Mr. Ji mean?" ”

"Everyone has the heart of talent."

Jiang Qianrao casually flipped through the contract that was pushed in front of her: "Mr. Ji, the sincerity is not enough~"

"You have to understand, I just came back from abroad, and what I want most."

A designer, who has just returned from abroad, what does she want most?

Ji Xiaocheng raised his eyebrows and put away the contract: "It's that I didn't think it through." Miss Jiang, I will give you the sincerity you want. ”

Ji Xiaocheng quickly gave Jiang Qianrao an answer.

Joanna, the daughter of a high-ranking official, is about to get married and wants to have a unique set of jewelry to wear on her wedding day and keep it as a collection. Ji Xiaocheng recommended Jiang Qianrao to the high-ranking official as her daughter's wedding jewelry designer.

Joanna had seen Jiang Qianrao's previous works and allowed her to design them for herself.

Ji Xiaocheng drove Jiang Qianrao to Joanna's house, and when she got out of the car, Jiang Qianrao said in his ear like a feather falling into the palm of his hand.

"You know me very well."

A designer who has returned from abroad and wants to take root in China is most urgent to have his works in China and the affirmation of domestic authorities.

"Thank you."

Joanna greeted Jiang Qianrao warmly and showed her her wedding ideas and wedding dresses, hoping that she could design a matching set of jewelry.

"He and I were childhood sweethearts, and our best times belonged to each other. I wanted the design to have the smell of running water, like time flies, my fingertips caressing the trickle of stream, with a momentary heartbeat. ”

Such a request sounded very abstract, Ji Xiaocheng was originally standing by the window, and at this time he couldn't help but turn his head curiously, wondering what Jiang Qianrao would say.

"Is it that no matter how things go in the world, you will firmly choose each other's feelings?" Jiang Qianrao added while taking notes.

"Yes, yes, that's what it feels like! I told my husband about this idea, but he said that I was whimsical, how could I see such an image of a jewel? ”

"The viewer has the intention, and the designer has the intention." Jiang Qianrao lowered her head, and the recording hand did not stop, "Miss Qiao, is there anything else you want to add?" ”

"Well, I want to ask, have you ever had someone you liked? If it were you, how would you design the jewelry that the other person should wear? ”

The sunlight probed in from the corner of the curtain and jumped onto Jiang Qianrao's notebook, Ji Xiaocheng subconsciously moved his steps to avoid the sun, and Jiang Qianrao's expression was missed by him.

The leaves outside the window rustled, and at that moment, between the light and shadow, Jiang Qianrao raised her head and smiled, her voice as gentle as the wind blowing in.

"Yes. He died when I loved him the most. ”

"Huh?" It was Joanna's completely unexpected answer, "Sorry for reminding you of something bad." ”

"It doesn't matter, he's a part of my life and can never be erased. If you don't even dare to mention it, how can you talk about moving forward? ”

Ji Xiaocheng glanced at Jiang Qianrao deeply, and some memories that belonged to him came to his heart, as clear as the veins of ginkgo biloba.

Set a time for Joanna to hand in the first draft, Ji Xiaocheng took Jiang Qianrao and left, the car slowly drove away from Joanna's home, Ji Xiaocheng looked into the distance, and suddenly asked: "Do you also have old things that you can't forget?" ”

"Everyone is an adult, who wouldn't have clicked it? I have always been against painting the ground, feeling self-pity and sighing for the sake of self-pity, and repeatedly hanging on the old things, people always have to look forward. ”

Ji Xiaocheng looked at Jiang Qianrao's face, was stunned for three seconds, and then smiled bitterly: "You can think about it." ”

"yes, I can think of it."

"Mr. Ji, the first time I saw you, I concluded that you were the person I loved hundreds of years ago, and the love of my previous life."

Ji Xiaocheng's heart skipped a beat, his feet loosened, the car braked urgently, and both of them shook heavily in the car.

"Can you believe it?"