I'm sorry, you are responsible for me

Chapter 14 Mr. Fu's Assist (2)
Mr. Fu stared at Fu Zhiyan, it seemed that he didn't plan to let him go without leaving a phone number. Fu Zhiyan read a series of numbers to Ye Jia, which belonged to a landline. Ye Jia recognized the numbers from the first few digits. The phone number of the school office, The first few digits are the same.

What he left for her...is the office phone number...

Ye Jia now truly understands what it means to eat without taste.

Even the mobile phone number... I was stingy with giving her.

He really... doesn't like her.

When she truly felt that she really had no hope at all, and if she continued to stalk him, she might only embarrass him and cause trouble to him, no matter how firm her heart was, she couldn't bear it... …

After a meal, Ye Jia could no longer laugh and ate without taste.

After the meal, she took out the gift box of moon cakes she had made and gave them to Mr. Xu and Mr. Fu. They gathered around the tea table, sipping tea and eating moon cakes. Mr. Fu and Mr. Xu recalled the past, walking side by side in the hail of bullets. Passionate years in the past, endless sigh.

Ye Jia stopped talking, but Fu Zhiyan chatted with the two old men for a while. He was very interested in his grandfather's past military career.

Mr. Fu was going to stay at Xu's hometown tonight, so he asked Fu Zhiyan to take Ye Jia back, walked out of the gate, and when the cool breeze blew, Ye Jia pulled back his collar.

At the fork in the road, Ye Jia finally made up his mind and said to him: "Let's go here, I'll go back first."

Why waste his time, she came out of the streets and willow alleys for so many years, and she is not a weak little girl from a big family, why should she be hypocritical, why should he send her home?
Fu Zhiyan nodded and said: "Be careful on the road."

"Ah."

The two said goodbye at the fork in the road. Fu Zhiyan put his hands in his pockets and walked on the road. The night breeze was cool. He saw a few men smoking at the end of the alley, wandering idly in the lonely night.

Thinking of the gangster she encountered that night.

There was a slight pause in the footsteps, after all, I still couldn't bear it, and at the same time, I felt a little annoyed by today's attitude.

He immediately turned around and chased after her in the direction she left.

But I never thought that just after turning the corner, under the bright street lights, she was curled up by the side of the road like a rabbit, her body twitching...

Cried?

For so many years, Fu Zhiyan has been living a hard life, and has never understood girls' thoughts very well, but he can also faintly feel that her crying has something to do with him.

Inexplicably, a place in my heart softened.

He walked over, but the sound of footsteps startled her, she turned her head, her eyes were full of panic, when she saw him coming, she quickly wiped away her tears with her sleeve, stood up, took a few steps back, and turned her back to him .

"Why are you back?" Her breath was still very unsteady.

If he doesn't come back, how long will she cry here?
The cold moonlight is like water, gentle and silent.

He came over and reached out to hold her shoulders. Such a small girl seemed to be broken into pieces with a little force in his hands.

He didn't know how to comfort the crying girl, he could only follow his inner feelings and do it.

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears on her face little by little.

The back of his hand was smooth, touching her ruddy and delicate skin, his movements were extremely gentle.

Ye Jia opened his eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief. His eyes were full of moonlight, as clear as the bright white moonlight.

"Ye Jia, listen, I was in a bad mood just now, I'm sorry, but it's not because of you." His voice was as low as ever, and at this moment, with Ye's unique gentleness, "You treat me to dinner today." The mooncakes made by you are delicious, and the dinner that I took the trouble to entertain grandpa is also delicious, but I made you sad, it was my fault."

Ye Jia had forgotten to breathe, and stared at him blankly. It was the first time that he had heard so many words from his mouth, which cherished words like gold.

"Give me your phone." He said again.

Ye Jia obediently took out the mobile phone from his bag and handed it to Fu Zhiyan. After he took it, he quickly pressed a number and dialed it. Soon, his mobile phone rang with a very regular ringtone.

Fu Zhiyan hung up the phone, and then handed the phone to Ye Jia: "This is my phone number, and the WeChat account is also this."

Ye Jia took the phone and looked at the call in the call log. The string of unfamiliar numbers was Fu Zhiyan's phone number!
He left her a phone number!

There were still undried tears on her cheeks, and her voice was washed by crying, showing a unique hoarseness: "I... can I call you?"

"Yes, but when I'm busy, I may not be able to answer. If it's not urgent, please send a text message first."

Ye Jia nodded, holding the phone tightly in her palm, as if she was holding the whole world.

After finally coaxing the little girl, Fu Zhiyan finally felt relieved: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

"Ok!"

Ye Jia turned around, and he was by her side, walking along the street lights on the side of the road, neither slow nor fast.

A certain person's ability to push forward is very deep.

"Has Captain Fu's appetite improved now?"

"much better."

"Captain Fu, is your taste sweet or salty?"

"It doesn't matter, it's fine in moderation."

"Do you usually have the habit of eating supper?"

"No." He answered her question patiently.

"That..." Downstairs, Ye Jia yelled again in surprise, today's Fu Zhiyan is unexpectedly gentle, how could she let go of such a good opportunity!
"Huh?" His eyes were filled with cold moonlight, and he just looked at her like that.

Ye Jia suddenly became speechless, and the frivolous and teasing words she just thought of were completely forgotten by her in an instant...

Blushing, she hugged her head and ran away!All of a sudden, he rushed into the dark corridor.

Fu Zhiyan looked helplessly at someone who was running away, raised his head, a white moon fell into his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Suddenly there was a certain wonderful taste.

As soon as Ye Jia went back, he searched for Fu Zhiyan's WeChat ID. His WeChat name was: Fu Zhiyan.

No nickname, concise and clear, is his style!
Just as Fu Zhiyan got into the car, his phone rang. He received Ye Jia's request to add WeChat friend notifications. He swiped open the screen with his slender fingertips and clicked to accept.

Her profile picture is a salted fish in a pot, and her name is "Girl Who Eats Soil".

baffling.

Ye Jia didn't expect that he sent it after adding his friends, but within a minute, he approved the request, and his profile picture was a piece of pure blue sky.

Tsk, this man...

Sure enough, there is still a generation gap between the post-[-]s and post-[-]s!
Ye Jia immediately clicked into Fu Zhiyan's Moments, but found nothing. Doesn't this guy usually post on Moments?
Thinking about it carefully, it also fits his style very well.

Just when Ye Jia had just exited, the phone vibrated suddenly, Ye Jia's hand shook, the phone was thrown out, and landed on the bed, Fu Zhiyan... actually took the initiative to send her a message? !

Ye Jia grabbed the phone excitedly, poked open the message from Fu Zhiyan with trembling hands, and asked her sincerely, "What does eating dirt mean?"

It seemed that he had noticed her name.

"That is, it means that you are too poor to eat and can only eat dirt." Ye Jia quickly edited a text message to the male god Science Pu.

"Oh, how can you be so poor that you can't even afford food?"

What should I do, the male god who doesn't understand humor and is a bit stupid, his painting style is so stupid!

But the stupid male god on the phone just made her so excited!
"It's an exaggeration."

"Oh."

Oh one?

Gone?

Just when Ye Jia was thinking of saying something, he sent another message.

"interesting."

Imagining Fu Zhiyan seriously thinking about the meaning of the word "eating soil" and finding it very interesting, Ye Jia knelt on the bed and buried her head in the pillow involuntarily, Fu Nanshen's stupidity made her heart tremble It's about to melt, I really want to drag him into my arms and rub him well!

In late autumn and winter, Ye Jia came out of the bank and put the card in his hand into his bag. The balance on the card would soon be full of [-]. It was estimated that after the end of this year, he would be able to bid farewell to his food delivery career.

She smugly got into the car and drove home, planning in her heart that if she was lucky, she could rent a bigger house next year, preferably one closer to S University.

As soon as he went upstairs, he received a call from Tang Fei.

"Miss Jia."

Well, this guy, as soon as he is called sister, there must be something wrong.

"Tell me, how much more?"

"Hey, I can't hide anything from you." Tang Fei still had a playful smile on his face, "[-], within a week, I will definitely pay you back!"

"Sixty thousand! My God! You just copied my family property!"

"Sister, it's really urgent this time."

"First, how do you use it?"

Tang Fei's voice on the phone was a bit dry: "Sister, don't ask this time, I will definitely pay you back anyway! Really!"

"Sixty thousand is not a small amount. This is all my savings. I can't even ask?"

On the other end, he seemed to be silent for a while, and finally said: "Then...forget it, it's not easy for you." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for her reaction.

Ye Jia looked at the phone, feeling a little baffled, and subconsciously wanted to call him, but after a second thought, he remembered that his big plan to change jobs was about to come true...

At this juncture, she really wasn't particularly willing to lend money to that bastard Tang Fei.

Forget it, she threw the phone into her bag.

Although they are good friends, they each have their own lives, and they can help each other with other things, but borrowing money... Now she is really powerless.

Two days later, the WeChat group of fans became lively again.

"The latest information, I heard from students in the Sports Department of the Student Union that there will be a basketball game between the teachers of the Police Academy and the Sports Academy tomorrow afternoon!"

"Teacher's basketball game? Will Professor Fu participate?"

"I don't know, the list of participating teachers has not been finalized yet, maybe they will participate, anyway, we will find out when the time comes!"

Basketball game...

Ye Jia also wanted to see Fu Zhiyan's demeanor on the basketball court. Just thinking about it made her blood boil.

Opened WeChat, clicked on the chat box, and quickly edited a paragraph of text: "Is there a basketball game for Team Fu tomorrow?"

Fu Zhiyan had just finished grading the coursework, came out of the office, saw Ye Jia's message, and before he had time to reply, Teacher Zhou from the Physical Education Department came over from the corridor: "Professor Fu, are you busy?"

"Not busy, I'm ready to go back." Fu Zhiyan closed the office door, "What's the matter?"

"That's right, is Professor Fu free tomorrow afternoon?"

"Ok?"

Teacher Zhou scratched the back of his head and explained with a smile: "In order to mobilize the enthusiasm of the students for winter sports, no, the Sports Department decided to hold a basketball game between the police academy and the sports academy before winter, and invited teachers to participate. Let us be a role model. Mr. Fu, you are the most popular among the students, so I wanted to invite you to participate in the basketball game."

Tomorrow afternoon?
It seems to be fine.

Fu Zhiyan looked at the line of words sent by Ye Jia on the phone again, and thought that this girl was very well informed.

"Yes, I will be there on time." Fu Zhiyan agreed.

"Okay!" Teacher Zhou didn't have much hope at first. Fu Zhiyan is so busy, he doesn't participate in general school activities, but he asked him with the mentality of trying. Unexpectedly, he agreed. Teacher Zhou was a little Excited, he said repeatedly, "Then it's settled, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, in the C building of the school."

Fu Zhiyan nodded, and after Teacher Zhou left, he picked up his phone and clicked into her dialog box.

A text was edited.

Ye Jia was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, reading with relish the "Museum of Innocence" borrowed from Fu Zhiyan's bookshelf.

The hero Kemal loves everything about Fusun deeply, everything she has loved and touched.This infatuated and sad man collects every item touched by his sweetheart, salt shaker, thimble, pen, hairpin, ashtray, earrings, playing cards, keys, fan, perfume bottle, handkerchief, brooch, and even collects her of 4213 cigarette butts.

Ye Jia looked at the profile and let out a "Huh", feeling so perverted...

But when she turned around, she saw the lake-blue medal on her bedside table and under the desk lamp, which had been smoothed out. It was the police badge she tore off from the cold body of her elder brother under the ruins.

For so many years, it has been held in her palm like a treasure, accompanying her to sleep every night.

If Fu Zhiyan found out, would he think she was so perverted?
With this kind of understanding, Ye Jia didn't feel any rejection when she watched "The Museum of Innocence". On the contrary, she and Kemal even reached a certain kind of tacit sympathy for the unreachable loved one.

"Kemal spent 15 years visiting 1743 museums and created a unique 'Museum of Innocence'. All the objects are listed as the treasures of this museum of love to commemorate his lost love forever."

Just when she read the words "Love Is Forever" and was in a daze, the phone suddenly vibrated, and when Ye Jia saw the words Fu Zhiyan displayed on the screen, her heart also trembled.

"Tomorrow at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Hall C."

In the previous message, she asked if he would participate in the basketball game, and he directly sent her the time and address, which meant that he would not only participate, but also... invite her to come and watch?

Ye Jia hugged the book to her chest, rolled around on the bed excitedly, sat up quickly, and glanced at the screen of the phone again, hum, she didn't say she wanted to read it, she just sent the time and place so impatiently ...

Since Professor Fu Da sincerely invited her, she had no choice but to come here reluctantly...

Ye Jia grabbed the phone and edited, "Well, that... If I bring you water, will you refuse?"

After posting this paragraph, Ye Jia scratched his head and regretted it, what a fart!It's fine if you can't send it directly!Ask now, if he says he doesn't need it, then he will be included in the circle!

Besides, with Fu Zhiyan's temperament, nine times out of ten he would refuse!
idiot!Stupid break the sky!
When Fu Zhiyan saw Ye Jia's text message, he just sat in the driver's seat, the corner of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously, started the engine, picked up the phone at the same time, and pressed the voice button.

Ye Jia looked at the prompt "The other party is typing..." at the top of the screen, and his heart was pounding. He felt like a death row prisoner on the execution ground, waiting for the final judgment.

With a whoosh, Ye Jia suddenly discovered that what Fu Zhiyan sent...was actually...a voice message!

She clicked on the voice with trembling hands, it was very quiet there, his voice, as mellow as fine wine, was extraordinarily quiet in the night: "Try it, you will know?"

The last word "le", with a rising consonant, made her little heart shrink into a ball...

Try... don't you know?

Ah, what do you mean?
Will you refuse it?

It would be ugly if it was rejected in public!
Ye Jia quickly sent a voice message to Tao Di: "Miss, help me! I asked Professor Fu if I could bring him water after the game. What did Professor Fu mean by 'try it and you'll know'! Is it a refusal?" Or refuse! Will you make me unable to step down in public, so that I can be used as a raft?"

After a long time, after a palpitating silence, Tao Di finally sent four categorical words: He is flirting with you.

(End of this chapter)