C316 Your Secret

It seemed that after spending so much time with Jia Wanrou, Jia Wanrou was quite intelligent.

After seeing them off, she was left alone. She looked at the empty street, where pedestrians were hurrying along, turning into a huge silhouette on the back of the world.

Ann Qianxi looked out of the large window at the scenery and the business building. A few months ago, she was inside, celebrating her birthday with Deng Yujin and Ye Yuni. They even bumped into Chiang Lee and Zhu Zhu.

The past days seemed to have come back, but they also seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Now, thinking about it, Zhu Zhu had not been able to see her for the past few days.

In fact, she understood Zhu Zhu very well. After all, she couldn't face Ye Yuni in such a situation, but Ann Qianxi believed that there must be some misunderstanding.

Ann Qianxi looked out of the window at the drifting leaves. One after another, withered and yellow leaves fell down in a hurry, as if to cover up some kind of secret.

Ye Yuni was still lying on the sofa, using a facial steamer to warm her face. Jia Wanrou weakly hugged her pink pillow, imitating the tone of the old Lin Zhiling as she talked to Ye Yuni. Of course, Ye Yuni would ridicule Jia Wanrou with insults and insults.

Ann Qianxi watched as they talked back and forth and happily attacked each other. It was as if they had returned to the time when they were still in school.

At that time, there were so many innocent people. There was also Chiang Lee, Zhu Zhu, and the fatigue from walking out of the library while wearing a uniform skirt or carrying a dictionary for Level 4 exams.

The period of Ann Qianxi's love affair with Chiang Lee was at the commercial theater.

When they first started college, Ann Qianxi was dragged by Chiang Lee to the theater. She was such a shy little girl that she didn't dare to perform on stage. Chiang Lee was the one who urged her to play the role of his princess.

He had practiced a lot of times in private, but Ann Qianxi was too timid, so she was so nervous that her mind went blank the moment she got on the stage.

In the final match of the rehearsal, the teacher was not optimistic about the match. It was all thanks to Chiang Lee's encouragement that she became a princess. Chiang Lee's signature prince kiss also officially opened up the relationship between the two of them.

Ann Qianxi and Chiang Lee became the most envious couple on campus at that time. When they were in their senior year, many female students started to take Ann Qianxi's and Chiang Lee's love as an example. Their love became a great story for C University students at that time.

There were also a lot of female primary school students chasing Chiang Lee, from "F * * k, how could senior Chiang Lee be with that old woman?" to "F * * k, senior Qianxi is such an outstanding senior Chiang Lee, he's not worthy of her at all."

No matter how fierce the wind was in the outside world, it would not shake the firm relationship between the two.

Ann Qianxi thought back to that time. Simple, carefree, simple, and had yet to enter the adult world of astute calculations.

In order to buy a gift for Ann Qianxi, Chiang Lee could insist on eating only instant noodles for a month, and Ann Qianxi could ignore the objections of the dormitory aunts and rush to the male dorm to give Chiang Lee good food. Then, she teased the dormitory manager, "Don't you often see the boys here? Don't you see the endocrine disorder?"

Outside the French windows, the fluffy clouds were floating, as if they were floating thoughts.

Ann Qianxi gently closed her eyes as tears quietly flowed down her cheeks. She thought back to Chiang Lee, Jia Wanrou and Ye Yuni.

At that time, snow was falling outside the room. Ye Yuni complained that the air in the room was too hot, which would cause her to catch a cold. She pressed the remote control and turned up the air conditioner several times.

The room was filled with the sound of air conditioning, the hum of the coffee pot, and Jia Wanrou's dream talk. Zhu Zhu was drawing in the room while Ann Qianxi and Ye Yuni were secretly chatting.

In the end, Ann Qianxi could not bear to cry even louder, just like a baby. With a "Wah" sound, she buried it in the crook of her arm, reminiscing the lost years of her youth that could never be returned.

Zhu Zhu returned to the university campus by herself. The buildings here were exactly the same as before. She went to the so-called wish box buried under the tree after graduation. That tree was very old and had witnessed the growth of several generations of students.

Zhu Zhu crouched there like a mad man, digging the box out of the dirt, dirtying her white dress and ignoring everyone else's eyes.

In this campus, many of the seniors were busy taking graduation photos, looking for internships, and then more freshmen rushed into the campus. They were still busy attending classes, answering questions, and running around the library. This situation would continue until their first love affair occurred.

Inside the box, there were several girls with winking faces, Ye Yuni with her computer face, Jia Wanrou with her cutlass face, herself and Ann Qianxi making faces, and Zhu Zhu putting the photos back in the box, crying as she looked at them.

The radio on campus was still broadcasting songs of youth, and on the horizon of the distant sunset, there were even the backs of boys playing basketball … The last part of the light in the sunset glow was blown by the wind until it began to hurt. A period of time had passed, and an era had quietly passed.

No one knew where a higher capital society was playing out. At this moment, Chi Shaojun was sitting in his office building, and the people in the video were still talking to Chi Shaojun, "You have to buy Franny's company."

Chi Shaojun still had his mouth open and was about to say something, "I know, dad …" Before he could say the word "blood", the video had already ended. The assistant on the side saw an unprecedented awkward situation and cleverly found an angle that would not ignite the fire. He changed the topic and poured a cup of coffee for Chi Shaojun.

When he turned around, the assistant was struck by the earlier moment. In front of this paper-cold true workingmachine, for the first time, his eyes showed anticipation and softness, just like his little nephew, who was holding a 99th grade exam paper and asking for her praise.

At another corner of the busy street, Chiang Lee's long legs matched the shadow of the French window — his long and innocent legs landed on the busy street. His jet-black hair was blown up by the wind like a blown lake, and stubble grew on his chin.

When a woman from outside came over to talk to Chiang Lee, he said in a loud, European and American voice, "iamnotahooker, bitch."

When the foreign woman showed an expression of disgust, Chiang Lee wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. He floated further away like a leaf falling in this bustling city.