Fang Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

His life is also going on the original track.

Chen Qiaoyue followed her line of sight and immediately patted her on the shoulder, "Oh, don't take it to heart, that Liang Yun'er has been pestering him recently, he is annoying, they are nothing." ”

Before Fang Ci could say anything, it was a coincidence that Liang Yun'er just leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Wen Zhiyan mercilessly tilted his head to the other side to avoid it.

But after a few seconds, a lazy smile spread across his lips.

Fang Ci turned his head and smiled at Chen Qiaoyue, "You go in first, I'll go outside the door to smoke a cigarette." ”

At the same time, Wen Zhiyan raised his wine glass and drank, but his eyelids jumped inexplicably, and there seemed to be a familiar back in his afterglow.

The pale skirt and the slender figure.

He immediately got up.

After chasing this short distance, his heart kept beating violently.

He knew that there was a high probability that she had made a mistake, and even if she returned to China, she should not be able to come here.

When he chased him outside the door and saw the figure under the old locust tree, his heart stopped for a moment.

Like the night I saw her on the side of the road near "Cloud Light".

She even wore similar clothes, a foggy blue suspender dress, a cardigan of the same color, a cigarette between her fingers, and raised her hand to take a puff.

The cuffs of the cardigan slipped down, revealing the cool white slender forearms.

Wen Zhiyan stood a few steps away from her, and was silent for a while, then put his hands together and lit a cigarette.

Her side face was still so indifferent.

It's like two strangers smoking on the side of the road, speechless to each other.

Wen Zhiyan inexplicably felt that he should explain something.

He has nothing to do with Liang Yun'er next to him, and she just said something to him about her best friend's drunkenness. He remembered her in those words, of her sitting on top of him drunk, pulling his head and biting his Adam's apple.

That's all.

But he didn't have an explanation for his position.

They are just each other's exes.

In his eyes, Liang Yun'er's existence did not even reach the point of asking him to explain two sentences.

He usually doesn't see her at all, and today it's just a coincidence.

No man or woman is qualified to be brought up among them.

Wen Zhiyan took a puff of his cigarette, and the hand holding the cigarette fell to his side.

After a long silence, Fang Ci finished his cigarette and then went to the side of the road to hail a taxi.

For the next four years, he and she never saw her again.

Chapter 35

In the summer of 23, Fang Ci graduated from his bachelor's degree.

I attended the graduation ceremony, took a lot of photos, and then formed a small travel team with a few close classmates and visited many places.

After a brief break from the burden of her studies, she breathed in the fresh air like never before.

The word "freedom" is invisible and intangible, but at this time it is really full of every cell around her.

She did not go through the throes of a broken love.

In the two and a half years since she came to England, she has rarely thought about the feast of smells.

Probably because I was too busy, I had to readjust to my language, my studies, my interpersonal interactions, everything in my life.

Everything about the circle in Beijing and the Fang family is like a dream.

The life of studying abroad is real.

Don't they all sing like this in the song:

"I don't assume that you may be around, I can also travel to a foreign country and find sustenance."

She wouldn't imagine that the Feast of Smell belonged to her again.

She had a brief encounter with him.

At the end of the tour, she went back to London and changed her accommodation, this time closer to the nursing home she was missing.

The residence is in an old neighborhood with a lively atmosphere, with tall English plane trees planted on both sides of the road, and they walk under the trees during the day, providing shade from the sun.

On the first night after moving in and packing all her luggage, Fang Niannian also came out of the nursing home after a long absence, took her out for a walk, and Dr. Yang Shumei also went out with her.

There's a little square in the neighborhood with a fountain in the middle, and in the summer, there's a lot of fairs and pop-up exhibitions in the evenings.

Tonight is like a second-hand home goods market.

Since coming to London, all life belongs to herself, and she has to take care of it little by little, Fang Niannian is full of freshness about everything in life, she loves this kind of useful or useless gadgets, and she likes everything very much.

Her language function has not fully recovered, Yang Shumei does not dare to go far, Fang Ci is slow, and unconsciously distanced herself from the two of them.

She wears headphones, opens Spotify, and clicks on a random playlist.

The bazaar was brightly lit, and there were people everywhere, and everyone was very relaxed and casual.

Walking slowly from one end to the other, Fang Ci saw Fang Niannian gesturing with people in front of another row of stalls, Fang Ci stood bored for a while, and then decided to sit and wait on the steps in front of a small building at the end of the market.

The temperature is right, and the clear summer night at this moment is probably synonymous with all good things.

Inside the headphones is a brief silence between songs.

When the prelude to the next song sounds, it vaguely feels familiar.

It wasn't until the phrase "a clear summer night" sounded that the lazy and low-magnetic male voice was like some kind of lightning strike that quickly invaded the whole body from the eardrums.

"It's the incense on you

Your eyes are hot

……」

Her whole body was tingling like electricity, and she seemed to be pulled back to the night in Shanghai by some kind of time and space tunnel.

On the steps of the back street of the office building, Wen Zhiyan wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.

It was a kiss that couldn't help but be extremely tender, and each touch left a lingering rhyme for two seconds, carefully feeling each other's breath.

The numbness soon turned into pain, and the inescapable subtle pain spread all over her body, making her almost tremble, and her fingers trembled.

She wanted to cut the song.

But he couldn't move.

"Is it a lose-lose situation?"

Almost masochistic, Fang Ci buried his head in his lap and finished listening to the song.

This time, she finally heard clearly, and the last line of the song's lyrics was:

「Oh，I just wanna say that I love you」

The shiver lasted for a long time.

She bit her lip, but she could still feel his body temperature at this moment.

His tall figure encircled her in his arms, and his aura enveloped her all over her, and her nose was so sore that she almost whimpered.

"I don't assume you'll be around"

No more imagining, no more extravagant hopes, everything will be easy.

But how can it be so difficult?

Fang Ci felt hopeless.

She hadn't thought much of him for two and a half years.

But once you think about it, it's so deadly.

Fang Niannian bought a palm-sized kerosene lamp trinket, and gave it to her, and asked her to put it at the bedside as a night light.

Walking vainly on the way back to his residence, Fang Ci made up his mind.

She has always been a ruthless person, and she pays attention to a decisive killing:

Since that night, she has been looping the song, whether she is cooking or washing dishes, or going out for a walk, all listening to it with headphones on.

I listened to it for a week, and I finally became immune to the song.

She is at peace with life again.

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The two-year master's program is relatively more focused on project internships.

Fang Ci followed Professor Mike and participated in many investment and M&A cases of multinational companies, transnational legal disputes, etc.

As graduation approaches, most of the students have found a company that can be turned into a regular after an internship, and Fang Ci is no exception, she successfully got an offer from a local law firm in London.

Together with two other old colleagues, he formed a small team of three people, mainly to undertake legal consulting work in cross-border investment and mergers and acquisitions.

With this offer, she made a trip back to China and renewed her student visa to a work visa.

She didn't stay at Fang's villa, but found a relatively cheap hotel at the visa office.

This time, it was Qu Yingqiu who learned from Fang Niannian that she had returned to China and took the initiative to find the hotel.

The hotel room was cramped, Qu Yingqiu looked around in disgust, didn't sit down, just stood there, carrying a bag, clasping his hands in front of him, and asked, "...... You don't plan to return to your home country for work? ”

"Not intended."

Fang Ci sat behind a cramped desk, typing into a laptop screen.