07

Wu Jun sat back in his place, "Ling'er, do you know what your brother is doing?" ”

Zhong Ling was looking at the bottle to check the vintage, but he didn't react for a while, and said he didn't know.

He made a typing motion, "Can you believe it?" He's messaging. ”

"Impossible! Who did he send it to? ”

Zhong Ling retracted her mind, the intensity of this sentence was enough to suppress her freshness in this bottle of wine.

As far as she knows, Zhong Shushi never makes this kind of chat tool, not that he won't, but that no one is worth his time and effort.

The waiter wearing a silk satin cheongsam at the door took the lacquered red tray from the back kitchen and asked who it was for?

"For Miss Zhong San."

"Okay."

Wu Jun saw that the person was approaching, and beckoned the waiter to come to him, he personally held the blue and white chrysanthemum cup, and saluted Zhong Ling, "Ling'er, stewed bird's nest for you." ”

This place belongs to Wu Jun, although he is not stingy, but he does not say anything about aesthetics. Take the decoration here as an example, the furnishings are all made of nanmu in the stream, and there is no inlay of agate jade, which is simple and simple, but overwhelmingly precious.

Zhong Ling took it, tasted it, and said thank you, Brother Wu Jun.

Wu Jun was a little nervous, rubbing his knees with both hands, "What's polite with me." ”

After Zhong Shushi finished sending it, he was absent-minded, listening to people talking, and glanced at his mobile phone from time to time.

But Meng Jia never heard back to him.

The wine at hand had been put aside for too long, it had woken up too much, and the best time to drink it was missed, Zhong Shushi took it up and took a sip, tasted that the taste was wrong, and put it down in disappointment.

When he almost couldn't hold on to the crystal cup, he realized that his palms were sweaty, like a suspect with a ghost in his heart.

After not sitting for long, Zhong Shushi got up and said goodbye.

Zhong Ling didn't dare to stay longer, so he hurriedly picked up his bag and followed, running to catch up with Zhong Shushi, "Brother, where are you going?" ”

"Go home."

"Then I'll take me along."

Zhong Ling wanted to squeeze in, but was frightened by her second brother's cool eyes, and honestly sat in the passenger seat.

When the car drove out for a while, the driver asked, "Where is the third lady going?" ”

Zhong Ling glanced at the back seat and saw Zhong Shushi sitting upright, looking into the distance, his face full of elusiveness.

She didn't dare to make a mistake, so she could only say, "I'll go back to school." ”

In front of the living Hades, could she still say that she was going to the bar?

"How did Tan Yu know Meng Jia?"

Zhong Ling leaned back in the chair, and when he was about to fall asleep, he was cold and heard such a question.

She suddenly became energetic and blurted out, "You care about Meng Jia very much?" ”

Zhong Shushi patiently said, "Don't answer with rhetorical questions. ”

"At school, Tan Yu beat someone's lunch box and burned Meng Jia's hand."

Zhong Ling confessed, turned her head and asked her second brother, "Do you think this is strange?" Instead, she ran away first. ”

Zhong Shushi did not make a statement. According to him, it is not strange at all, it is very suitable for Meng Jia's character.

After contacting her a few times, Zhong Shushi could see that Meng Jia himself was such a person, an existence with a very low degree of self-disclosure to the outside world and outsiders.

She will run away, probably because she doesn't want to be entangled with people too much.

Thinking about it like this, the suit he left on her must have embarrassed her.

The little girl wished to get rid of it as soon as possible, and because of what he said, she didn't want to give up face to make another appointment with him.

Zhong Ling got out of the car at the school gate, and while the window was closed, she kicked the door out of thin air.

Talking to her second brother is called tired!

When he turned around, he bumped into a boy in a black T-shirt.

When Zhong Ling saw the person clearly, she said, "It's you again!" I always clung to me, I created you, I owe you. ”

The boy said, "No, no, I wanted to say hello, you turned too fast." ”

It's also so good-looking, like an elf that can only be written in a fairy tale book.

Zhong Ling grabbed his bag and asked, "What do you say hello, do I know you?" ”

"I know, last time thanks to you for showing me the way, I am in the same school as you, from the Department of Archaeology, called Qin Wen."

Qin Wen said as he took out his campus card to show her to prove that he was not lying.

Zhong Ling glanced at him and returned it, "Got it, do you have anything else?" ”

Qin Wen insisted on going along, "It's so late, I'll send you back to the dormitory, right?" ”

"That's fine. It just so happens that I'm afraid to walk at night. ”

*

That night, Meng Jia studied in the library until ten o'clock.

When she came back, she saw that the lights were still on in Liu Xiaolin's bedroom next door.

This is the first time that Meng Jia has moved in, and at this point in time, she has seen that there is still light in her room.

Even during the military training, she directly approved the fake note and did not come to participate. Until the end of the military training, the people in their class had not seen what she looked like.

She held the book and passed by the 301 dormitory without squinting, whether Liu Xiaolin came or not, this kind of inconsequential matter, Meng Jia would not say a word.

In the eyes of irrelevant people, Meng Jia is a cold-hearted person.

She is almost conscious, repeatedly lowering and weakening her need for the affection of others, and she can live well without anyone.

Meng Jia opened the door with the key, piled a stack of textbooks on the table at random, and unscrewed the bottle of mineral water to drink.

The night went straight in, and the starlight as thick as satin was thrown in from the half-lattice window, and the clear waves were surging, and a few lotus petals were held in the small porcelain urn, blowing a burst of lotus incense.

The crane is in the mirror, and the lotus is served under the eaves.

Meng Jia likes to do these elegant things when she is alone. The days when the world is not always romantic, and you can smell the fragrance of flowers can be regarded as a blessing.

She picked up the small jar and went to the bathroom, poured the water inside, and replaced it with a new one.

Walking back further, a tall and thin figure stood at the door, startling her.

Meng Jia stopped, her slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and she recognized that this was the boy in the afternoon.

She didn't dare to go any further, nor did she speak, waiting to hear Tan Yu's explanation.

Tan Yu was actually frightened by her cold gaze.

He had a feeling that although he had talked to many girl friends, he would never be able to eat the girl in front of him, holding water lilies in her hand and hiding needles when she spoke.

This made Tan Yu have an inexplicable desire to win.

He said and pointed to her arms, "This is the lotus flower you raised?" ”

Meng Jia nodded, "Yes." Is there anything wrong with you? ”

Tan Yu took out the medicine box at this time, "What, I'm sorry in the afternoon, I bought the medicine for you, wipe it." ”

After Meng Jia confirmed his intention, he paced to the window and put the porcelain urn in place.

She walked over and lit up the back of her hand to Tan Yu, "It's fine, you see." ”

It's really white, and the wrist is really thin, so fragile that it seems that it can be broken with a little force.

Tan Yu's focus is off. He lowered his head and coughed lightly, "Then take it too, count it as my apology." ”

"Well, if that's the case, you can rest assured."

Meng Jia took it from him. I said this, but what I thought in my heart was, don't bother me again when you are relieved.

She took the ointment for a while, and seeing that Tan Yu was still not leaving, Meng Jia reminded in a low voice, "This seems to be a girls' dormitory." ”

Tan Yu sighed in hindsight, "Liu Xiaolin next door to you, she is my good friend." ”

Meng Jia didn't want to hear this, she said, "Good friend." ”

Very polite, but rather perfunctory.

Tan Yu felt that he was not welcomed, so he politely said goodbye, and when Meng Jia went to close the door, he turned back again, "You don't know what my name is." ”

"What's your name?"

"Tan Yu."

She nodded, "Goodbye, Tan Yu." ”

I don't even want to know what those words are.

Immediately close the door. One more second, and the politeness on Meng Jia's face was almost unbearable.

She closed the window, drew the blue-checked striped curtains, and turned on the air conditioner.

The phone on the top book vibrated down. A friend application came in from WeChat - "I'm Tan Yu." ”

It turns out that he is also surnamed this Tan, could it be so coincidental, is it the same family with Mrs. Meng?

Meng Jia didn't agree, didn't refuse, and pretended not to see it. This man has a bit of a stalker.

She was studying her homework in the library, and she didn't have time to look at her phone, only to find that there was a text message from Zhong Shushi, saying that it would be convenient tomorrow.

This matter has been distressing her for more than a month.

Meng Jia didn't want to drag it out any longer, as if she had been pardoned, she called him directly.

Zhong Shushi's water pattern pool shadow, when he picked it up, there was a sound of flying beads splashing jade.

She asked suspiciously, "Mr. Zhong?" ”

Now I know that he is Mr. Chung.

Zhong Shushi was expressionless, standing by the pond, striking horizontally with his right hand, and waving out a thin stone, "It's me." ”

Meng Jia didn't have the heart to delve into the source of this water sound, it might be the noble son's chic evening entertainment.

She gets straight to the point, like a thief in a hurry to get rid of the stolen goods, "Where are you tomorrow, please?" ”

Zhong Shushi is neither salty nor light, and deliberately teases her, "On Sundays, I am usually at home. ”

The courtyard was dim, and a small deep pond water was lining, which was not enough to illuminate the obscure emotions in his eyes.

Meng Jia felt ridiculous, she didn't come to visit for a piece of clothing, do you want to bring another fruit basket to express her gratitude?

She plucked up her courage and made a reluctant request, "Can you ask Secretary Zheng to come to the school to get it?" ”

She really doesn't have that much time to play these little tricks with boys like them.

But Zhong Shushi didn't follow, "He also has to rest on weekends, Miss Meng." ”

Speaking of which, he couldn't understand himself, in the middle of the night, making it so difficult for a girl in a trivial matter, which tendon was wrong?

Meng Jia's face stiffened, and he stiffened, "Please send me the address, and I'll send it over." ”

Zhong Shushi pulled up his cuffs, "Just this number, add WeChat." ”

The tone is straightforward, but the lofty demeanor and tone are clearly hidden inside.

Through the screen, Meng Jia could imagine his appearance, so faint that he didn't look like a vulgar character.

"Okay."

Meng Jia pinched the phone.

She threw it on the table, and instead of adding him immediately, she took out her nightdress from the cabinet and went to take a shower.

Mr. Chung is a bit too much today. She can't go too far, so she can only dry him a little.

When the warm water poured over her head, Meng Jia was thinking, she couldn't help but be funny.

Because he took care of her for a while, in his spare time, he chatted with her a few lukewarm words, and she forgot that his surname was Zhong, no matter how elegant he was, he still had the innate arrogance of the children of the family in his bones.

The moonlight is as good as water, in the magnificent and spacious courtyard, in the pavilion and pavilion, pouring the dew of half of the lake.

Zhong Shushi was tired of drifting, threw a handful of stones into the pottery bowl, leaned on a bench by the pond, the red sandalwood transported from Yunnan, carved dragon cloud bat pattern, two red agate embedded on the dragon's head, suitable for sitting and lying.

He was sunk in a cool Tianzhu silk cushion, with one hand on the handlebar, the other elbow erected, and his head propped up, and the soft branches in the garden shadowed him, encompassing the deep and three-dimensional contours of his face.

This garden in the western suburbs was his private residence, and even Zhong Ling was not allowed to enter. Occasionally, Zheng Ting would send a particularly urgent document here, and usually, he was alone.

The flowers are full of Zhu, the wine is full of Ou, the trees are dense and the fog is thick, and only the empty lamp is drunk alone, and the mountains are feasted at night.

Zhong Shushi turned his head, held a flame in his palm, lit a cigarette, took two puffs unhurriedly, and caught it between his fingers.

It doesn't seem to be really for smoking, it's purely to pass the time, he frowned, why did he add a WeChat for so long?

A cigarette burned out before the little red dot appeared on the screen, which was even more difficult to wait for than the instructions of the upper peak.

Zhong Shushi folded up the sleeve of his shirt, handed a cigarette butt to his lips and bit it. He tilted his head, smiled helplessly, and nodded.

Meng Jia changed into a nightdress, leaned against the head of the bed, and her mobile phone was left aside.

I didn't expect a busy person like him to read it at any time, she took a copy of "Intermediate Translation Course" and flipped through it in her hand, making a sleepy feeling, only then did she think of reading WeChat, and there were already two unread messages.

Through her friend application, and sent a locating.

But how is this place, when you find it on a map software, so remote?

Meng Jia couldn't help but scolded in Cantonese. After being impulsive, he covered his mouth again, but fortunately his grandmother was not there, and she couldn't hear it.

The Huang family quarreled quite badly, especially her uncles, who loved the eldest uncle, as soon as they drank wine, they spat and scolded, scolding one after another, so that there was no room for reciprocation.

Meng Jia failed to inherit the family characteristics at this point, and she didn't even quarrel. It's all lost to her grandmother's parenting philosophy.

I'm really angry, and I just shake my face, stare at me, and run away.

After a long wait, Zhong Shushi sat quietly in the courtyard for a long time, and finally saw her send a sentence - "Received." ”

On the compound leaf Luan tree, a few white-feathered and red-eyed canaries trapped in the golden cage also chirped loudly at this time.

He raised his hand to scatter a handful of bird food, and in an instant, even the shadows of the green trees reflected in the pool were mottled.

After these rounds with Meng Jia, although he was in a high position, he did not have the upper hand at all. This girl is not so easy to mediate.

At least, it's not that he throws a little bait over, and there will be no accidents, and he can make a caged bird that moves.

Zhong Shushi's playful thin lips pursed lightly, and he smiled silently, and the water in his lowered eyes was not shocked.

The next day was Sunday, and Meng Jia wanted to leave early in the morning, so she sent him her clothes.

But the class leader temporarily approached her, saying that there was a public welfare blood donation activity, and he wanted to go to the scene to help register, and the girls in the class would come.

Meng Jia already lives far away and has little contact with her classmates, so if she doesn't participate in any group organizations, it seems that she is too unsociable.

She came down, changed into a pressed turtleneck dress, and went out into the square.

There were a lot of people who came that day, and they were busy until the sun was right, and Meng Jia went back to the bedroom. She took two bites of bread casually, took out Zhong Shushi's suit, folded it and put it in a paper bag, and carried it out of the school gate.

Meng Jia followed the navigation and turned to the subway for three or four stops before arriving at the closest place to Mr. Zhong's house.

But there's not even a bus here. Meng Jia can imagine that the big guys who live here should not use these means of transportation.

She walked to the scorching sun with a paper bag on her back and walked for more than 20 minutes before she saw a taxi coming.

Meng Jia stopped and reported the name of the place, and the driver hesitated, "Girl, that's not a place for ordinary people to go, there is a forbidden area bayonet on it, I can only send you to the foot of the mountain, is it?" ”

She pulled out a tissue to wipe her sweat, "Okay, thank you." ”

The driver was chatting on the road and asking her, "What are you doing there?" ”

"Send something."

The driver laughed exaggeratedly, "Is your friend living there?" It's awesome. ”

"He's not my friend."

Meng Jia held the paper ball in her hand, and there was a voice laughing in her heart.

How can she be virtuous, she is fortunate to be friends with Mr. Zhong, don't think too highly of her.