Strangely, Zhong Heng gave her a bag today.

When the valuable handbag fell on Ji Zhentang's lap, she was surprised for a few seconds, and heard Zhong Heng say: "I have a birthday, I will buy you a gift." ”

There is something in this.

Ji Zhentang didn't touch the bag: "If you really give people gifts sincerely, don't be weird, I don't accept it and I don't know what to do, I stand on the moral high ground when I spend money, and I will always be justified - moreover, I didn't buy you a gift, I obviously sent you a red envelope as soon as possible, saving money, it's a drop in the bucket for you, and all my belongings for me." ”

Zhong Heng unbuckled his seat belt and replied to her: "I will say one sentence, you will say ten words, is it necessary for aunt and grandmother." ”

“……”

The indifferent son of a family with an effortless sense of superiority. can always be so quiet, light and light-hearted, angry to death.

Ji Zhentang wanted to put aside the bag he sent for a moment, get out of the car and leave.

But the matter has come to this, in the half minute of her belly, Zhong Heng has already walked here, very considerately helped her open the passenger door, and asked her to get out of the car.

Ji Zhentang had no intention of carrying Hermes, but Zhong Heng raised his chin at the bag: "Take it." ”

She had a glimpse of his intentions.

Ji Zhentang asked: "I carry a canvas bag of 30 yuan, will your family sweep me out of the house?" ”

He walked forward without looking back: "I don't know, you try." ”

Ji Zhentang hesitated for a moment and stepped forward to follow.

Walk through garden paths and European-style landscaped bridges, with a greenery roundabout in front. Ji Zhentang followed Zhong Heng, the night became deeper, the lights in the house were on, and his shadow naturally covered her.

His car was parked a little off-track, causing him to walk for a long time.

"Your house is too big."

Zhong Heng hummed softly: "Every time I enter the door, I start to get lost." ”

Poked by his cold humor from time to time, Ji Zhentang couldn't help laughing.

Sometimes she thinks Zhong Heng is quite annoying, and sometimes she thinks it's quite pleasant to stay with him.

I have been in love with him for two whole months today.

How important is a person's first impression of a person? Every time Ji Zhentang recalls the first time they met, he can add a little point to him.

I still remember that it was last spring, in the event organized by the student union, in the KTV box, she ordered a song, held the microphone but found that the song was in boys' tune, very low and deep.

I chose the wrong song.

She held the microphone, muttered a "good low tone", and said with difficulty, "Like, like me......"

The boy's rustling voice when singing came out almost at the same time, cushioning her voice, lazy and natural: "How can a prodigal son like me have a first love." ”

“……”

Ji Zhentang's voice was stuck and didn't move again.

He sang along with the trend, and naturally, with his very suitable voice and singing style, he helped her relieve this circumference.

When she looked at it, she blushed a little, not for him, but because she felt embarrassed.

Clicked the wrong song and found the right singer.

Zhong Heng sat in a very remote corner, and he sat almost without speaking for a night until he helped her sing the song. Noticing her gaze, she glanced at it faintly, and in the dim atmosphere light, a few words popped up in her mind: quite handsome.

It's not that I haven't thought about the future, but my expectations for him are not to the point of growing old with white hair and vowing to make an alliance.

A few days ago, I talked about this idea with her emotional advisor Lin Guixue, Lin Guixue touched her chin and pondered, and threw her a rhetorical question: "Don't you like him very much?" ”

Ji Zhentang thought: Like it? I guess there is.

Zhong Heng treats her well, and he has a disguised side similar to her, and he also has moments of affection.

But this sympathetic liking doesn't seem to be enough to support this relationship to another level.

Lin Guixue shook her head and said, "That's still not enough to like it." ”

Ji Zhentang did not deny it, she said: "He doesn't necessarily like me much." ”

Lin Guixue said: "Looking at the previous girlfriends, it is enough for you. ”

"It's just a means," Ji Zhentang said, "Men have a desire to conquer women, and before the other party obediently submits, they will all be people with their tails between their legs, and they will not miss flaws." Just like the oil and lamp are dry, I like to play with young girls, even if I can't love when I'm old, I have to conquer women to get fast. sense, and if you succeed, you will game over. As for men, they usually have to maintain a high-minded attitude in the relationship between men and women, especially the prodigal son, have you ever watched the story of A Fei? ”

When Lin Guixue heard this, she spread her hands and said helplessly: "What kind of love do you say people like you are talking about?" ”

Ji Zhentang thought about it for a long time, probably because: "He chased me for a long time and worked very hard." ”

Lin Guixue said: "It's not bad. Drop, rich girl friend experience card. ”

But quite unexpectedly, she didn't expect Zhong Heng to lead her to meet her parents so soon, but Ji Zhentang accepted the invitation, because she knew very well that it didn't matter if she was or not, it was just a coincidence, but at this point in time, she was his girlfriend.

Ji Zhentang expected that she was here to be a shield today.

Zhong Heng took her to the family to attend the birthday banquet, pretending to lend her the reason for her status, but in fact, it was to block his parents' persistence in arranging marriage for him.

Zhong Heng needs a girlfriend to show his family that he is resistant to participating in the marriage.

Ji Zhentang didn't think about it deeply at first, it was just a meal, and it was not bad to be lucky enough to see the Manchu and Han banquets of the top rich.

At this moment, Ji Zhentang stood in front of the Zhong Mansion for a long time, and couldn't help but let out a soft "wow".

A thought flashed through my head: If there is such a big house at home, what other troubles can I have in life?

Although her tea boss, her father, is very rich and has several bungalows, but it is still dwarfed by such a century-old mansion.

She remembered a fresh description of Zhong Heng: Every time you go home, it's like lying in a coffin when you're about to die, and a few Hades revolve around you.

Ji Zhentang can't help but ask the Buddha to bless him now, God, let her have such a "coffin"!

When she first met, she asked innocently: "A young master like you, who was born with a golden key, shouldn't you be sent to Liuyang after the college entrance examination, and come back and take office to inherit the family business, why bother to study for a doctorate?" ”

What Zhong Heng said was: "The grievances of a wealthy family are as deep as the sea, and I am a simple-minded character with developed limbs, and I was killed in the first episode, of course, I have to find a way to protect myself." Being a marionette is uncomfortable, do you understand? ”

Being able to say this shows that his mind is not simple at all.

Zhong Heng is very transparent.

"Whoever wants to compete with them for power and power will be in trouble."

However, a man's patience is only stretched to the full point during the pursuit period.

Wait for her to ask again later, why did you study medicine?

He wasn't in the mood to explain so much to her - "Maybe it's because it's cheap." ”

It was a foreign maid who came to open the door. The young girl, seeing that the person who came was the young master, her calm face became a little more delicate, and the autumn wave was secretly sent.

When Zhong Heng passed by, he raised his hand to help the crooked bow on her braid, and a careless action made the girl blush.

Ji Zhentang: "...... "You just let me die."

The entrance is the lobby, and the living room is empty, about three stories high. There are four Roman columns in the hall, Ji Zhentang looked up at the marble carved ceiling, and when he looked down, he realized that she was also being looked at.

A woman leaned against a golden couch and permed a lady's curly hair.

"Ah Heng is back." The woman shouted from afar, holding a thin cigarette in her hand, smoking it curly, and did not greet her, and there was a cigarette case of the twelve hairpins of Jinling on the coffee table.

Zhong Heng was surprised: "Why are you here?" Where's my dad? ”

"I'm busy outside, and I can't come back."

"Earlier," he sneered, "I wouldn't have come if I had said it earlier." ”

The woman said, "The kitchen is ready." ”

Zhong Heng ignored her, looked back at Ji Zhentang, he was slightly stunned, and stopped talking.

His eyes stayed on her canvas bag, and his eyes were saying: Why did you really carry this broken bag?

Then he frowned slightly and said, "You sit down, I'll go back to the car and get something." ”

With that, he walked back quickly.

“……”

Ji Zhentang was caught off guard and was hung here, she looked down at her beloved small tan backpack, which her mother bought for her.

How cute are brown bears? There is no conscience!

The woman on the couch must be his stepmother, Ikezakura. Chi Ying glanced at Ji Zhentang: "Are you Xiaotang?" ”

It looks like it's already gone.

Ji Zhentang smiled: "Hello, Auntie." ”

"Hello."

Chi Ying also smiled, and her eyes fell on Ji Zhentang's concise canvas bag: "What major?" ”

"Design," she said. ”

Ike Sakura asked, "Design what?" Men? ”

"......" couldn't believe that the elders would say such things to her, Ji Zhentang was stunned.

Chi Sakura laughed happily, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously. ”

Ji Zhentang also pretended to curl the corners of his mouth: "It's such a bad terrier, it's not funny." ”

“……”

Chi Sakura's face was suffocated, and she turned blue in an instant.

She sat in the center of the sofa, there were empty seats on both sides, but it was not spacious, and when she saw Ji Zhentang pestle, she didn't call her to sit down, but glanced at the braided girl next to her: "Xiao Tao, why are you blushing?" Don't be like a dead man, find a stool for the little girl to sit on. ”

is still a little polite to Ji Zhentang, and her attitude towards the maid makes her essence clear.

Ji Zhentang said: "No need Auntie, I just like to stand, there is a kind of condescending happiness." ”

“……？”

She laughed, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously." ”

“…………”

Chi Sakura was about to take a cup of tea when she heard the words and glanced at her again. The look in his eyes was as surprised as if he was threatened, but he quickly narrowed his edge, and snorted coldly.

Ji Zhentang remembered Zhong Heng's words.

According to him, his biological mother was overly worried about knowing that his father was stealing people outside, and died of illness at an early age, and Ji Sakura naturally succeeded Jongtae.

Zhong Heng's words are true, every look in his stepmother looking at her is secretly sharp. But it's no surprise that a respectful person wouldn't be able to do this.

"Mom, I seem to see Uncle Talking on the phone outside, and you won't tell me when he comes back." An eight- or nine-year-old girl jumped down from downstairs with a doll in her arms, her tone was high, and in the next second, her eyes found Ji Zhentang in the dark, and she paused curiously: "Hey, who is this?" ”

This should be Zhong Heng's half-sister, Zhong Danting.

Chi Sakura said, "It's your brother's classmate." ”

When she said this, Chi Ying even threw her a stingy look, brushed her hair, and said to Ji Zhentang with the back of her head: "You go to the restaurant first, I still have a few words to say to Zhong Heng." ”

She understands what it means to break her apart.

Ji Zhentang is still a decent person in the end, and he wanted to scold her "classmate" a little, but he had concerns, so he suppressed his temperament a little, suffocated the ugly words back to his stomach, and went to find a way.

Chi Ying didn't find anyone to show her the way, Ji Zhentang walked around the lobby of the Zhong family for a long time, thinking that the restaurant was not in this building, and was about to go out from the side door in the corner, when she pushed the door, the sound of wind and rain outside became louder.

There seems to be a garden in the back.

She knew she was going the wrong way, and she was about to close the door and turn around, when she turned her head and heard movement not far away.

Ji Zhentang's footsteps were sluggish.

Someone.

In the hallway, a rectangular ashtray sits on a black stone table, with a scarlet cigarette butt hanging in the middle.

Holding the cigarette was a knobby hand, loose, shaking slightly with its finger bones, and when the smoke was dusted, it seemed that the fragile smoke would also drift into the vast rain and mist.

The man wears a gray and white shirt with a long pointed collar in the style of an old-school Italian gentleman, which is ironed and fastened by a full indigo four-hand knot, restrained and retro.

The dark gray suit vest tightens the upper body line, and the gold size of the shoulders and waist shows a neat momentum. With short black hair and a white face, she stood in front of Ji Zhentang's side, and every three or four meters, she saw the man's beautiful jaw line.

He was talking on a cell phone. The wind and waves do not move, let the wind and rain fall.

Although it is not far away, a huge plantain pot in the middle divides the spacious corridor into two spaces.

The leaves are washed away by the rain and make a rustling sound. The whole scene exudes a gloomy and gloomy sense of apocalypse.

Even if he was not far away, the low, magnetic voice mixed with the sound of rain made her not hear clearly.

Caught some small words, as if talking about business. Listening but not understanding, Ji Zhentang wanted to ask for directions, but felt that it was inappropriate to interrupt people's phone calls rashly, so he stood under the eaves for a while.

Until—

The call ended, and after a moment of silence, the slightly raised voice was directed in her direction.

"How long will you hear it?"

Faint, a little stuffy, obviously a questioning tone, different from Chi Ying, without the slightest sharpness, but also like a sinking stone on her heart, slightly pressing.

Ji Zhentang froze for two seconds, and immediately put a little smile on his face, with an innocent expression: "That, I'm looking for a restaurant, your house is so big." ”

She was dull for a long time, met the other party's deep eyes, and remained silent for a long time until the tips of her ears turned pink.

After a while, the man opened his mouth and said a second sentence to her: "Zhong Heng's girlfriend? ”

"Yes, Uncle."

She tentatively learned the name of the little girl just now.

He was not embarrassed, only through the wide banana leaves, between the swaying greenery, looked at her blunt eyes: "What do you call it?" ”

The fabric on his shoulders was wet, but he didn't care, still facing some turbulent wind and rain outside the eaves, standing in the copper smell and thunder and rain of this deep mansion, but with a clean temperament, elegant and graceful.

Ji Zhentang admits that she has some prejudice against rich people, and she is used to seeing contempt and shrewdness in them, but this man has a kind of calmness that does not ask about disputes.

If the pure heart and few desires are false, then the hidden is true.

She introduced: "My name is Ji Zhentang. Precious treasure, begonia of begonia. ”

The cigarette butt had a section of ash, and he threw the unfinished cigarette into the waterlogged ashtray.

He replied, "Zhong Yubai." ”

Reading the name silently in his mouth, Ji Zhentang asked, "Is it taken from a poem?" ”

The man looked at the wet ashes in the water, then raised his eyes slightly, and took her words in a friendly manner: "Which one?" ”

"Jiang Biniao is more than white, and the mountain blue flowers are about to burn?"

He looked at her in silence, thinking about it.

"The precious trees are lush and green, and the begonias fall in the evening and are sparse red."

The man's voice was low, like a piece of glossy white jade falling into a lake in the middle of the night. Dull and obscure.

He's also dismantling her name.

Ji Zhentang vaguely remembered that these two short sentences were not from the same poet, and she asked curiously: "Are these two sentences connected?" ”

Zhong Yubai raised his pitch-black pupils, his eyes did not move, and he smiled warmly: "Now it is." ”

The lightning fell, just in time to illuminate his face again.

Looking at these unfamiliar eyes, Ji Zhentang suddenly felt that the intersection at this moment was resonating with a certain period of time in the past, and the hook anchored by fate in childhood was slightly loosened, setting off a violent wave in the long river of years.

If she says at this moment, "Where have we met?" It will definitely be suspected of having ulterior motives.

So the emotions that could not be expressed were turbulent in her heart, and she could only calmly look into his unfathomable eyes.

Zhong Yubai interrupted her gaze: "The restaurant is next door." ”

A few seconds later, Ji Zhentang came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Got it, thank you." ”