Zhong Heng is willing to coax people when he is in a good mood, but his patience is extremely limited. Until Ji Xinhe came back, Ji Zhentang didn't open the door for him. By dusk, there was only a handful of roses left at the door.

"Xiaotang, which boy sent you flowers?" Ji Xinhe came in with a key in one hand and a flower in the other.

Ji Zhentang hurriedly said: "Don't touch it, that flower is not clean!" ”

Ji Xinhe smiled, "What's unclean about the flowers, they look very good." Fresh oh and fragrant. ”

“……”

She was a step late, halfway down the stairs, and leaned against the wall as she watched the bouquet of roses being placed in the hall.

watched Ji Xinhe pull out a card from the petals again.

She asked what was written.

Ji Xinhe squinted and looked at it, "I don't understand, it's a string of English." ”

Solve the case quickly, in English: forgive me.

She didn't take a second look.

"Auntie, do you want a bracelet?" She held the box and showed it to Ji Xinhe.

Ji Xinhe glanced at it and said with a smile: "I'm old, I don't wear these bells and whistles." ”

"Where did you spend it, this color is obviously very fresh, and it goes well with your name." She took out the bracelet, put it on Ji Xinhe's wrist, smoothed out the fine lines on the back of her hand, and said with a smile, "It's good-looking." ”

Unexpectedly, Ji Xinhe didn't wear it for half a minute, so he hurriedly took it, and just said: "People, you still have to weigh your own weight, if you are a few catties and a few taels, you only wear a few catties and a few taels of jewelry." ”

"Who said that? Jewelry is the most important, otherwise why would those rich wives chase designer bags? Respect Luo Yi first and then respect people, only by seeing how many catties and taels you are wearing, people can guess your weight. ”

"Vain." My aunt said that the bracelet was inserted back.

Ji Zhentang smiled and said: "No, I really think it's very appropriate for you to wear it." ”

My aunt told her a big reason: "In the future, you will know that what you don't deserve is temporarily obtained, and one day you will have to pay back, and then you will pay more, like Maupassant's necklace." ”

Ji Zhentang did not speak.

Ji Xinhe likes that bouquet of roses and takes a bottle to insert it.

My aunt is a risk-averse person, even if fate doesn't treat her well, she can be down-to-earth and live like this to this day. In the end, she said, "Didn't you say you had to pay it back?" Let's find a chance to return it. ”

Ji Zhentang didn't speak, only looked down.

"Don't be greedy."

“…… You know, I'll pay it back. ”

Ji Zhentang returned to the room sullenly and played with the bracelet for a while.

She didn't put it on for herself, in fact, she looked very excited, and she really wanted to try it, but she was afraid that once she wore it, she would never be able to take it off again.

My aunt is right, what doesn't belong to her has to be returned.

Ji Zhentang adjusted his schedule for three days, and on the fourth day, he began to stay up late unconsciously, no way, the mobile phone was too fun. It's fresh here, it's strange there, and the fragments of information jump through the brain, leaving no trace, and the empty is consumed to zero.

The heart problem did not appear again, and she healed the scar and forgot the pain.

The consequence of staying up late is poor sleep quality.

There is a lot of rain in the changing seasons, and it is also in the dream.

I didn't sleep long that day, and Ji Zhentang woke up in the middle of the night. I don't know what's wrong, she's been having weird dreams lately.

Sitting up on the bed, she felt wet and unable to move, and watched the shadows of the curtains flutter lightly on the ceiling, and her mind was scattered. I was very sleepy but couldn't sleep, and woke up from early morning to dawn.

The first thing he did when he got up, Ji Zhentang took advantage of a little clue from the secret dream, rummaged through his schoolbag, and found a begonia hairpin from the innermost inner pocket.

Many years have passed, and the moon-white two-petaled begonia flowers are still brand new.

She hadn't worn this hairpin in a long time.

"How can you dream of it...... This person? ”

When Ji Zhentang brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, he pinned the delicate clip to the ends of his hair. After rewarding it, he quickly took it off.

This was given to her by the young master of the Chen Mansion in Xingzhou.

More than ten years have passed, Ji Zhentang has long remembered what he looks like, and now he only has a faint impression that Mrs. Chen's son is a personable teenager, just like his mother, he calls her English name Jane.

"If you miss me, wear it in your hair. I will find you, whenever and wherever you are. ”

The words are still in my ears, and the voice is warm and clear.

She muttered, recalling, "Young Master of the Chen Mansion......"

It should be called Chen xx.

It's a pity that she only remembers her last name, and she has long forgotten his name.

I also remember that he was a person who was really cultivated and personable, born in the upper class, but did not lose his warmth. Instead of looking at no one, arrogant, and accustomed to lawlessness.

Looking back now, her childhood was very happy.

The wife of the Chen family likes her very much and always says that she is a little pistachio.

Because Ji Zhentang was naughty when he was a child, he would steal his mother's clothes and lipstick, pretend to be an adult, act in front of them, and act vividly.

"Jane, what are you playing today?" Mrs. asked her.

"I'm — Cinderella today."

She ran barefoot and draped in a fluffy blanket and ran up and down the carpet, "I'm going to dance with the prince!" ”

Qin Meilan reprimanded her embarrassedly: "Don't get the carpet dirty." ”

Mrs. Chen stopped her: "The child is just to make a lot of fun, let her play." ”

Then he smiled and asked her, "Cinderella, where are your crystal slippers?" ”

Ji Zhentang paused, looked down at his bare feet, touched his toes embarrassedly, and said Ai Ai...... I—I don't have it yet, but there will be later. ”

I don't know where the confidence comes from, she smiled firmly: "Because I'm Cinderella!" ”

At that time, the young master of the Chen family, who was chatting and laughing with them, was sitting in it.

The young man is like a pine and cypress, his temperament is very similar to winter, cold and cold, gentle and elegant, and he sits lazily on the sofa.

Hearing this, he glanced at it lightly, and because of his mother's words, he unconsciously looked at the little girl's feet.

Ji Zhentang was embarrassed to stuff his feet into his slippers.

The young master saw that she was shy, and looked away with a smile.

Cinderella's play was played by her alone, and in the end, she did not wait for her pumpkin carriage and ball.

She's not really Cinderella, and there's no prince to pick her up.

After the play, there was nothing left after a sleep.

However, the next morning, Ji Zhentang opened the door, rubbed his worried eyes, and looked at a pair of small leather shoes neatly placed in the center of the door.

Brand new, black shallow Mary Jane.

It's expensive, she hasn't worn such fine shoes, and it doesn't look like she belongs.

So he squatted down, carefully tapped the upper with his fingers, and quickly retracted it for fear of breaking it. At the same time, she saw a piece of paper pressed against the sole of her shoe.

It reads: To Jane.

It's a boy's handwriting.

Ji Zhentang was overjoyed: "Mom! Master buy me new shoes!! ”

She happily put on the little leather shoes that fit well, and went to the big garden to dance a messy dance.

On the open-air balcony on the second floor, the boy who gave the gift stood there, wearing a clean white shirt, like a slender and vigorous pine and cypress, and his temperament was elegant and elegant. He watched her dance, with a faint, gentle smile.

It was a place where there was no annoyance, and everyone loved her.

But now, the appearance of that gentle and modest person has slowly faded with time.

Later, on the day she left Xingzhou, the weather on the whole island was gloomy, like her mood, her mother said to her several times: "Ah Zhen, no matter where you go in the future, the past that should not be mentioned is bound to be tight-lipped, and all grievances that have nothing to do with you must be rotten in your stomach, and saving your life is the most important thing." ”

She nodded in understanding.

But where did she remember how much, and how much could she say? She was only seven or eight years old at the time.

Time flies, and many years pass.

When I was a child, it was too far away, and it seemed like it was already a matter of the previous life.

Everyone's pistachios, now they don't even know how to find their own happiness.

No one told her that growing up was going to be a loss.

Fragmented memories slowly hit his heart, Ji Zhentang laughed slowly, and the clip in his hand was also stained with the warmth of body temperature.

In the end, the begonia hairpin was put back into the storage compartment by her, and the moment she closed the drawer, it seemed to seal her childhood together.

-

A few days later, Ji Zhentang went to the hospital again, she held the diagnosis report in her hand, looked at the words "mild anxiety", and sat calmly outside the neurology department, waiting for the consultation.

The female doctor told her that this symptom on her body was called a panic attack, and gently asked her about the situation: "Is it a strong personality?" ”

She nodded slowly, "I'm a little." ”

"Do you like to compare your grades with others?"

She was embarrassed and nodded again.

"When I was younger, I wanted to be the first in the exam, so I studied very hard and hard. Later, I learned to draw, and I wanted to be the first, but I found that painting is a very talented thing, so I had a very painful time for a long time. Because I tried my best, I couldn't compare to the results that others did easily, you know the feeling of not being able to go up or down? ”

The doctor asked her, "Why are you so obsessed with achievement?" ”

"Probably because of ...... I really want to be affirmed by others, I want others to praise me more, so that I can feel that my existence is valuable. ”

"Also, there are a lot of rich people around me. Their presence made me feel breathless and depressing. I felt like I was thrown into a circle that didn't belong to me, and that wasn't even something that could be changed with hard work. ”

Ji Zhentang said, hanging his head depressedly.

Too many words are lost, and doctors are not a lifesaver.

She retracted with interest.

The doctor smiled and didn't say anything more, just sighed and said, "Now you young people, the mental pressure is getting bigger and bigger. ”

There were still patients in the queue at the back, and there was not much to talk about.

"Prescribe some medicine for you, usually go out for a walk, don't get into the horns, be content."

"Okay."

The doctor prescribed a medicine order for her, and when Ji Zhentang left the hospital, she was carrying a bunch of bottles and cans in her hands, and the phrase "contentment and happiness" remained in her mind, she stood alone on the street, and suddenly felt lonely at that moment.

Ji Zhentang returned to the dormitory, and as soon as he entered the door with his front foot, he received a call from his father on his back foot.

Strangely, she quickly dropped the things in her hand on the table, went to the corridor outside, and carefully and solemnly pressed the answer button again and again.

Dad asked, "What's wrong?" ”

I don't know if my aunt told him that a simple greeting made her nose and eyes sour.

"It's just ......" she thought about it, but didn't know how to explain it, and hesitated, "It's okay, it's not a big deal." ”

Ji Huan's tone was unprecedentedly gentle, and people can always be a little more patient with patients: "Pay attention to your body yourself, and don't study too late." ”

She nodded obediently: "Okay." ”

After saying that, it seems that there is nothing else to say.

Ji Huan had a whim: "Do you drink milk tea?" I'll order one for you. Which dormitory do you live in? ”

She was pleasantly surprised and said, "The snow garden is all about." ”

"Okay, fill in your number."

"Thank you, Dad."

Soon, the milk tea was sent to the dormitory, and Ji Zhentang took more than a dozen photos of a cup of white peach oolong. The p picture took five minutes, picked the favorite one, clicked into the circle of friends that was about to become moldy, and edited the copy: [From Dad's concern! 】

The green send button is about to be pressed.

At this time, Zhou Yi's gossip voice that he didn't know who he was talking about came from his ears: "What is missing, what is the show, do you see that man really looks like a rich man, half a bottle of water is clanging there." ”

One sentence made her stop.

What is missing, what is showing.

It's a bit harsh, but it makes sense, whose father buys a cup of milk tea for his daughter and sends it to Moments? Ji Zhentang lay listlessly on the table and silently deleted the copy and photos.

She retreated to the homepage and saw a few pictures posted by Zhao Siqi last night.

Accustomed to it, he haunts all kinds of upper-class social occasions. Lin Guixue has a lot of relationship with this son-in-law, Ji Zhentang and him are just general friends, and the kind that the circle of friends will not like.

But today, her eyes lingered on the photo sent by Zhao Siqi for a while.

He posted a few photos of the ribbon-cutting scene of the international brand's new product launch, located in a luxury hotel. There were many celebrities on the scene to help, and it looked very lively.

Zhao Siqi's purpose was to take a picture of the brand's jewelry giveaways on the table.

The lens inadvertently shoots to the corners.

Ji Zhentang saw the man sitting in the shadows.

Her gaze froze.

The star interview next to him is brightly lit.

Zhong Yubai happened to sit in the dark with his back to him, leaning against a dark single sofa and placing a glass of champagne in front of him, but apparently he didn't drink it in one gulp.

Across from him sat a foreigner, like the CEO of a brand. The two of them were talking, and they couldn't tell what they were talking about from the pictures, only seeing Zhong Yubai's face with a little polite smile, but there was still a kind of laziness that lacked interest.

He sat there, peaceful and lazy, and through the screen, she seemed to be able to smell the lingering perfume base notes of the man, like a thick fog in a deep valley, verdant and secluded.

A corner of Vanity Fair, with fragrant clothes and sideburns, rich and charming.

Some people can't get in, some people stand on the red carpet when they go in, maintain restraint, and some people use their names as admission tickets, so they don't have to worry about it, and they can relax and laugh wherever they go.

In such occasions, there are too few people who can clearly comfort themselves.

It's too top-notch.

She understands that people are always different from people, and necklaces and bracelets should not be worn by mistake.

The study of the photographs was interrupted by a phone call.

Although the number is no longer in her address book, this string of numbers is not difficult to remember.

Zhong Heng's WeChat was blocked by her, so he called to harass him.

She answered and heard him ask, "In the dormitory?" ”

Ji Zhentang asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Isn't it boring to be alone on weekends? Tomorrow going golfing. ”

"No, I can't afford to play. Hung up. ”

Zhong Heng called urgently: "Eh." ”

He started again: "I'm like this, I don't have a lot of sincerity, but I can give you everything, and I can't do this to other girls, what I said that day is true, I can promise you, I can swear to God, I won't marry other women." ”

Ji Zhentang rubbed the ears of the calloused son, and said lightly: "Hmm." ”

He asked cautiously, "Give me a reaction?" ”

"Break up." She said.

"No distinction."

"I don't like you."

"I just like it or not."

"......" men's cheapness is engraved in their bones.

Ji Zhentang said: "What I want has never been the identity of a nominal boyfriend, what do I want, do you know? ”

"What is it?" He didn't answer, and talked to her.

"Talking to you will break my life, goodbye."

No longer showing mercy, she hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, the call came again.

Ji Zhentang didn't wait for him to speak, and opened his mouth as if venting his emotions.

"I don't want to explore the relationship between love and marriage, I just want to be myself happily. But with you, I can't avoid the fact that I don't feel respected. You like me just because I'm good-looking, you don't want to know about my past, my emptiness at all. I touched you with a wound and left with a lot of wounds. That's what you did for me. If you can't make up for the damage, you have to sprinkle a handful of salt to enjoy it.

"People live in the world, the spiritual support they want is nothing but love and respect, which one can you give me? Since you can't love someone, don't make a thousand promises.

"I don't want to think about what kind of feelings I have for you now, I just want to stop the internal friction, forget all the unpleasantness you have brought me, and welcome my new life, or new feelings, instead of blindly entanglement with you.

"We are not people of the same world, and I beg you to spare me. If you are very mindful of being broken up, then I will give you a chance now, you will mention it, I will agree, you can always do it? ”

She's done with it.

The other party was very quiet.

It was so quiet that she could hear the rustling wind outside.

Ji Zhentang urged impatiently: "Why don't you speak?" Don't you have a lot of ideas? ”

After a while, a deep male voice came, through the earpiece, in a warm and light tone - "I was thinking, what should I say." ”

Ji Zhentang was stunned tightly, and stood up: "Yes, I'm sorry, uncle!" ”

Zhong Yubai asked, "I'm sorry for what?" ”

"I made the wrong call, I thought it was—I'm sorry, I'm not nervous about you." She slapped her head in remorse.

Zhong Yubai was silent, chuckled, and said softly: "I overheard the little girl's sadness, and I can't escape the blame." ”

After a while, when he didn't hear her speak, he said, "If you need company, tell me where you are." ”