flowers on stars

Chapter 7 Flower·Appointment
Letter, sometimes I think, in this world, will there be other me who love other you like this.

If anything, I wish they all had happy endings.

[Wedge · A big gamble]
"I can sign this agreement with you, but on one condition."

"I thought about it a long time ago. My dad can save your dad."

"No, I want your dad, absolutely don't save him. And put him on other economic charges."

"Why? That's your dad? Once implemented, he will be closed for at least ten years, and his company will also face bankruptcy due to huge fines and insolvency."

"I know."

"Then... deal."

It was a big gamble when Xin was 22 years old.

The bet is his own life.

That year, Dad's company failed to introduce venture capital, which accelerated the exposure of huge problems in taxation and other aspects. It pulled out the carrot and brought out the mud. Dad faced the company's bankruptcy overnight and his life was reversed.

At that time, a beautiful woman named Yao Yao found a letter and wanted to negotiate a deal with him.

She was the only daughter of a certain political figure in the city. She was proud and self-willed since she was a child. She graduated from a prestigious foreign school, and within a year after returning to China, she became pregnant without marriage.

It was probably a thrilling love that was enough to break her to pieces, but unfortunately, the man is a prodigal son, and he doesn't want his life to be settled.

Yao Yao let go freely, using the means of her official daughter, she single-handedly arranged the way out for herself.

Showdown to her father, swearing to the death to protect the baby, quickly find a physical marriage spouse who is suitable for her status, and pay for the birth of the child.

This is a short-term contract. After the child is born to two years old, the two parties will dissolve the marriage relationship on the grounds of emotional discord.

All get a relatively limited amount of decency.

If you want to keep that child and give him a smooth future, this is probably the best way.

She fell in love with a letter from the doctor who gave her a pulse.

Good family background, budding talent, good looks, and most importantly, a father who is about to go to prison.

Economic crimes can be left or right, the relationship is the most important, if her father is willing to make a move, he has no reason not to make an exchange.

Since she was a child, she followed her father into the officialdom, she confidently put aside her feelings, everything can be counted.

But she had miscalculated him after all.

He signed this ridiculous agreement with her, but it was only to prevent her from taking action, and he was determined to put his biological father in prison.

Even the Feng family company with a market value of hundreds of millions that was supposed to be inherited by him did not hesitate to be wiped out in an instant.

She couldn't understand him, and she retreated in that moment.

"What he wants is far more than this little crime." This was the only answer he gave.

When he said this, he lowered his eyes and spoke slowly.

Every word is not resentful, it's just such a heavy sadness, but it makes people's hearts jump.

A month later, Yao Yao caressed her belly, which had not yet bulged, and held a grand wedding with Feng Xin.

At the wedding, the man's parents did not appear on stage. His highly respected grandfather was an old master of traditional Chinese medicine who was respected by everyone in city C, so it was only natural that the man's party was the one to kiss.

The old man didn't know the truth, so it was a letter specifically asking to conceal it.

Although he had doubts about the difficulty of accepting his grandson's sudden wedding, he still compromised in the end.

And Yao Yao's father, who knew and participated in this transaction, tried to give him a meaningful warning with his eyes when he handed his daughter's hand to the young man with a calm face.

You have no chance to turn back.

Through the hazy veil, Yao Yao raised her eyes to look at the letter, when she put her hand into his, an abnormal chill came from the touching skin, at that moment she suddenly felt his hesitation.

His face clearly didn't change, but she knew he was hesitating.

An unprecedented panic and determination strangled her in an instant, and without any warning, she clasped his hand tightly behind her back.

Layers of layers of white gauze covered up this little wrestling, her extremely hot palms were entangled with his extremely icy fingertips, and the exquisitely modified nails severely scratched his palm.

There was a clear look of pain in his eyes, but he was quiet in a blink of an eye.

Their eyes were like ice and snow pressing down on the city, and they met coldly at the moment of exchanging vows.

After the ceremony was completed, she leaned on his shoulder and began to cry in a fake way.

16. Cheng Anzhi! !Whether it is a small fresh taste or a heavy taste, you can give it a crisp!
"Good luck today, old lady, please eat chicken! Don't think one is too small, two are smiling!" Qichun gnawed on the chicken leg and winked at me.

I fiddled with my phone desperately to ignore my stomach's outcry.

"You really don't want to eat?" She put her greasy mouth in front of me.

"Don't eat!" I shouted in grief and indignation.

"Let me tell you, I checked the information, and the first thing to lose weight when hungry is breasts! Even if you starve for a few days, you can only successfully starve your b bra into an a bra. You have nothing to expect. Your male god will be even more disappointed."

"No way..." I shook my head and looked down at my territory.

"So, come on, eat a chicken leg with my sister, anyway, you pay the bill... By the way, let's continue to conquer him with inner beauty!"

"You mean I don't have physical beauty?!"

"Of course you have! Who said you don't have me and who is in a hurry! Come on, eat your legs and eat your legs!"

……

After eating chicken legs with Qichun, he went straight to today's destination, a shopping mall.

I come out of the fitting room.

"Wow! What a loli, it suits your little fresh face!"

"Do men like to be more mature?"

"Then try this one."

After a while.

"Cheng Anzhi, I sincerely take back the visual data just now. It turns out that you have a C-cup! Admiration!"

"I'm overwhelmed and overwhelmed, I'm too embarrassed to correct you about this kind of thing..." Stone will become slippery when he is with Qichun.

"Well, this dress perfectly interprets what Sex and the City is! I like it very much!"

"...But I think it's more appropriate to dress conservatively for a first date..."

……

At the shoe counter.

"This pair, with stiletto heels, is feminine and shows long legs, and the letter is tall anyway." Qi Chun handed over a pair of exquisite high heels.

"Maybe he likes petite..."

"Then flat heel?"

"Uh, but femininity and long legs are all men's favorite..."

……

Five hours later, Qichun's roar in the shopping mall was deafening.

"Cheng Anzhi!! You can tell whether it is fresh or heavy! If you want to die or live, you will win or lose! This afternoon, you have digested all the chicken legs of my mother!!"

……

Finally, according to the usual dress style, I bought a beige wool skirt, a pair of medium-heeled boots, and a coat.

When I swiped the card together, Qichun directly collapsed at the receipt with a total of more than five figures.

"Cheng Anzhi, people say that women get a man for a while by appearance, and keep a man for a lifetime by inside. I think you have really reborn in the past few years, and you have cultivated both internally and externally... If your male god doesn't want you, you can marry me Let's ask to marry!!"

I sweat.

"Miss Qichun, when did I conquer your heart?"

"When you swiped your card just now, that calm domineering..."

"Oh... I've saved some money after working for two years."

"How much have you saved? If you recruit, you will die, if you don't recruit, you will die..."

"It's okay, I don't have much place to spend money, I probably just saved a down payment for a small apartment... Why do I die if I recruit or not?"

"Because I, who have also worked for two years, couldn't help shedding sad tears compared to my empty luggage...I'm going to drink to death tonight, don't stop me."

"Before drinking to death, accompany me to get my hair trimmed..."

I didn't sleep well that night. I wanted to go to bed early to avoid dark circles under my eyes tomorrow, but the more I did, the more I couldn't sleep.

Qichun really ran out, saying that he was looking for friends for a drink, and only heard the door knock when he came back in the middle of the night.

And my head is a mess.

Sometimes I think of all the things in the campus at first;

Sometimes I think of all kinds of accidents and ups and downs in Hong Kong;
More about the first date tomorrow, does he know it's me?Did he feel familiar when he heard the name?If he doesn't remember me, what should I say; if he remembers me, how much does he remember, and when did he remember me...

As I was thinking wildly, my eyelids gradually became astringent and painful, and I became more and more restless.

I stayed up until the middle of the night and finally fell asleep.

There is a dream at night, in the dream I don't know if I am a guest.

17. I happen to have a good memory, so I should remember everything

The music in the western restaurant was soothing, like the elegant and tentative murmur between lovers. The letter arrived first, so he chose a booth by the window.

Like the time I went to send postcards many years ago, I practiced thousands of times in front of the mirror, but in the end it was still blank.

The first time I received a call from him in the morning, his voice was gentle and cold.

"I'm a letter, can I send the address and time to your mobile phone?"

I answered yes.

Obviously with all-or-nothing courage, how could he stop here.

Seeing me standing still in the middle of the road, the waiter came over and asked softly. I pointed to the letter, indicating that I had an appointment, but he turned his face at this moment, and our eyes met inadvertently.

Although there are many people around me, for some reason, I always feel that he is looking at me.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

He just looked at me like that, didn't make a sound, and didn't say hello.

Gradually, the way he was sitting there waiting quietly overlapped with the smiling face of the teenager eight years ago. He lowered his head and whispered to me, "Come on".

The voice of the waiter urging again finally brought me back to reality.

I made up my mind, lowered my eyelids, and walked towards him.

Finally stood in front of him.

"Hello." I mustered up the courage to smile.

"Sit." He stood up gracefully, and pointed to the seat opposite. I saw the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and there was no surprise expression in those dark eyes.

He didn't ask who I was or if I was the one he was waiting for.

This is the letter in my memory. Without saying a word, it is already in my mind.

I wondered again if the meeting at the bar that night was a dream.

We all sit down.

I lowered my head slightly, thinking about how to speak.

Feng Xin is wearing a dark gray suit jacket today, revealing the black shirt inside, but his lower body is wearing jeans. The slightly tighter design makes him look more and more handsome, with slender legs.I noticed that during these few meetings, he still only wore black, white and gray clothes, but he didn't look cold and hard, and only made people feel that this man was exquisite and calm.

I have trouble breathing.

"I don't know what you like, but the food here is very slow at lunch time, so I ordered first." He said very naturally, without rushing, his voice was so close, it seemed that he could feel his breath.

"Yeah." I nodded stiffly
"Drink some hot tea first?" He patiently lifted the glass jug heated by candles on the table, and took two small crystal cups. Golden tea juice flowed out from the spout, and the air filled Slight white heat is emitted.

He gently placed a cup in front of me.

I stared at his hands, his fingers were long and slender, but his movements were calm and powerful.

I feel that I have lived in vain for the past 24 years. Even though I have been exercising outside, Mou Shanlai can be regarded as generous and decent, but when I face this person, I can only react like an idiot.

In such a mood of self-blame and shame, I silently picked up the small cup of tea in front of me and drank it.

"Hello!" A hand reached out to my mouth in time and quickly snatched the cup away, but the hot tea that touched my lips still made me shiver.

I raised my head in a daze, and saw the face of the letter close at hand.

I forgot about the pain for a while, I just felt numb all over.

He put the cup farther away, but didn't withdraw his leaning body immediately.

He was facing my face with a distance of one foot.

"Cheng Anzhi, look at me." There was a sense of displeasure in his seldom emotional voice.

"What's so scary about me, that when you see me, your expression is always so deathly?"

I really looked at him.

In fact, it was because I was so shocked that I lost the strength to move.

he remember me?

He remembers me!

he remembers me
……

He remembers which time it was me.

About ten seconds later, he slowly withdrew his body and returned to his normal sitting posture. His gaze finally left my face, and the atmosphere softened instantly with the change of his expression.

I breathed a sigh of relief, just as I felt that I had regained the ability to speak, the waiter had already begun to lift the curtain to serve the food.

It turned out to be braised pork, boiled fish, and pork belly cuttlefish soup.

I thought we were supposed to have steak in a western restaurant.

However, it is a few home-cooked dishes that I really like.

"Let's eat first." Feng Xin regained his composure and picked up the spoon to fill the soup.

I picked up the chopsticks mechanically, but one after another I was filled with doubts.

"You...remember me?" He asked tentatively.

"Yeah." He replied calmly.

"Uh...then do you remember who I am..." I really don't know how to ask this sentence.

He stopped the spoon and gave me another deep look.

Still a calm voice.

"School, wedding, bar... I happen to have a good memory, so I should remember all of them."

I petrified instantly.

With more doubts buried in the soup.

Peeking at the letter, I feel that he eats Chinese food with unbelievable elegance, and every movement seems to have an innate elegance.

Such a beautiful man, how can a woman get it and give it up?
Such doubts popped up in my head unconsciously, I quickly shook my head in self-blame, and threw it back to the corner.

Feng Xin noticed my small movements and looked at me.

I quickly bowed my head and ate the vegetables.

For the first time, I felt that the delicious meat was in my mouth, and it didn't feel right no matter how I chewed it.

"When you went to my house the day before yesterday, did you touch anything on my table?" He said slowly.

"Ah?" I had a mouthful of meat in my mouth, and I swallowed the whole piece of meat in shock.

"I have a good memory, and my grandpa never touches my things. Just ask grandpa who has been here, and you will understand." He emphasized the memory problem again. I don't know why I think he did it on purpose.

"You wrote my name." The meat finally fell into my stomach, and my heart was overwhelmed, and I fought back in a low voice recklessly.

He didn't answer right away, he lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks and vegetables, seeming to smile.

"I'm just wondering how I can meet you everywhere recently."

He gave me a deep look, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand.

He said very slowly:
"Cheng Anzhi, let me know that time can make a simple girl become so smart and scheming."

I looked at him in disbelief.

One second was heaven, but the next second was hell.

He doubts me.

He despised me.

He felt that every encounter was intentional on my part.

But why should I be wronged? If I knew where he would appear, I would definitely do it deliberately, every time.

I just became a city man, I was full of scheming, I spent eight years trying to become strong, just to have the courage to rush forward regardless of everything when we meet again.

But, why do I still feel so wronged.

It was only then that I realized that to love someone like this is so humble that I can't stand his doubts.

It turns out that when you fell in love with someone when you were young, no matter how glamorous and powerful you become later, once you face him again, you will return to that humble, sensitive, joyful and immature girlish mood.

It's as if time never passed through your fingertips.

I sat upright, with my head down, and my fingers gripped the cutlery stiffly.

The music and human voices are already far away from me. I seem to feel that there are cicadas roaring outside the window, the sky is full of dark clouds, and my deskmate is turning the pages of the book. It seems that I will hear the voice of the teacher asking questions in the next second.

As long as he is in front of me, I can easily go back to eight years ago.

Tears poured out uncontrollably, I freed up my hands and wiped them in a hurry, but more and more, I was desperate for my embarrassment.

I should be more beautiful, I should be more elegant, I should show him the best of me, instead of still being like that girl who is at a loss and is so low in the dust that he doesn't even bother to look at it.

I can't even argue a word.

Crying, once it starts, can spiral out of control.

I don't know how to end it anymore, I even think it would be better if I fainted now.

After I started crying, Feng Xin put down his chopsticks and remained silent, during which time he handed over a tissue.

I tried desperately to hold back my sadness.

Enduring chest tightness.

But after hearing his soft "I'm sorry", the tears burst again.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stood up and walked out without saying hello.

I didn't react for a while, I just watched him leave with swollen eyes.

His back reminds me of eight years ago.

I was standing in the stairwell and looked back at him. He had already turned around and walked back to the student union office.

There are many tears between us.

At that time, I didn't know if we would meet again in this life.

He didn't know how heartbroken I was crying at that time.

But this time, I want to watch him leave like this.

My heart tightened all of a sudden.

I hurriedly stood up, but my center of gravity was unstable, my body swayed, and I poured the tea on the table, which instantly spilled over my newly bought skirt.

I can imagine how bleak my current image must be.

Just like a beautiful performance that has been carefully prepared for a long time, the protagonist fell down and gnawed at the horse when he appeared on the stage.

Between the curtains, I bumped into the people who came in.

I grabbed the letter by the sleeve with all my strength, as if I had a grudge against the warm, tactile fabric.

This time, I won't let him go.

It doesn't matter whether I am a city man, scheming, sloppy, or shameless.

I can't let him go.

Jue Jue glanced at what he was holding in his hand, which was the white hot towel prepared in the restaurant.

"I think you don't want others to see you like this, so you didn't call the waiter, but went to fetch the towel yourself." He explained softly.

It turned out that he was not angry and left.

My heart fell back to its original place at once.

"I thought...you're gone." With my nose blocked, my voice was like a gnat, and another strange emotion spread from the bottom of my heart, secretly burning my face.

He was silent for a few seconds, and I didn't dare to look up to see his expression.

"My bag is still here," he said.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but his voice seems to be a little gentler than before, with a faint softness in his cold voice.

He handed me the towel.

I hesitated to pick it up, and I still grabbed his sleeve.

Like the night I met outside the bar, I was so attached that I didn't want to let go.

We were deadlocked at the door.

After a short time, I felt him sigh.

Without any warning, he turned his wrist slightly, and covered the hand that I was holding onto his sleeve with his backhand. His slender fingers passed through mine, and they were naturally intertwined.

"Change this action in the future, don't grab my sleeve again. Anzhi, you are not a child anymore."

I looked up in shock with snot and tears all over my face, and when I was out of my mind again, I realized what it means to be drunk and dream.

[-]. Cry well, cry well!Sure enough, there is a scheming!
The buzzing vibration of the mobile phone abruptly pulled me out of my sleepwalking state. At that moment, I looked at my hand held by the letter, and felt a strong regret for not throwing away the mobile phone before entering the door.

Sure enough, he sensed my call, and then he relaxed his fingers slightly, and exited without a trace.

I still wanted to struggle, but at this moment his cell phone rang, and I could only sigh in my heart.

While picking up my phone, I reluctantly saw him walking out with the phone.

Teacher Feifei from Qingguoshu Early Education Center came crying on the phone.

"Mr. An! I'm Feifei. Sister Qin wants me to call you and ask if I can come here now. There's something urgent..."

I heard the heart-piercing cries of a child on the other end of the phone, mixed with the chaotic voices of various adults, including Sister Qin.

I was taken aback.

Sister Qin is a veteran of the world, she has always been slick and ready to steer when she sees the wind, and gets along well with children and parents, there are very few situations that she can't handle.

She didn't even have time to make the phone call herself at the moment, which showed that the situation was a little angry.

However, based on my experience, I really can't think of anything that would require me to go.

For that, I'm just a new teacher who took a few classes.

Amidst Feifei's urging voice of "Mr. An, come quickly", I couldn't find out what was going on, so I hung up the phone, but a letter just came in. I don't know when, his complexion has recovered to Calm at first.

So calm that neither joy can be seen nor waves can be detected.

The moment of warmth just now, like a ray of skylight accidentally missed, disappeared in an instant.

I was a little confused, but I didn't have the courage to inquire further. I was still thinking about the early education center and how to speak to him.

He seemed to see through my mind and asked me, "What's the matter?"

I nodded hastily, and felt like I wanted to leave him, so I shook my head again.

Think about it or say: "There are some work matters, we have to get over quickly."

Feng Xin drove me there all the way. This was the first time I took his car.

The same as the visual inspection that night, the car is a very good German car, the color is low-key silver gray, just the right classic model, not luxurious, but more than exquisite.

The car is very clean, not a single item is superfluous, like its owner's room.

Although it was in the afternoon, the traffic in the city was still turbulent, and the traffic was in a semi-jammed state, and the cars could only move forward with difficulty.

There were cars at the front and rear anxiously changing lanes and jumping in line, making it dangerous.

I looked at Feng Xin's hand on the steering wheel. It had the elegance and slenderness of a pianist, but revealed the perseverance of a doctor between the knuckles.Even in such a chaotic state, his hand operations are still undisturbed, calm and calm.

These hands had just passed through my fingers and held me in their palms.

I suddenly felt that the air became subtle, probably due to a psychological effect. I didn’t think about it when I hurried into the car just now, but now my face was on fire, and I felt that his breathing seemed to be so close that it made my heart beat.

The time ticks every minute and every second.

We are in the same car, like a little fairy tale.

It was his slightly cold voice that broke the ambiguity.

"What is your current job?"

I sat up straight all of a sudden, tense like a primary school student.

From the time we met to the present, there is probably only the conversation between us that is the most similar to a blind date, although he is asking questions and I am answering.

During the question and answer session, my whole body was sweating from nervousness, but it became much more natural unconsciously.

"So my grandfather has only met you once, and he has a good impression of you and thinks that you can be his granddaughter-in-law?" He took it easy, and I almost choked on my own saliva.

"Probably...probably recommended by Mr. He..." I bowed my head uncertainly.

"No, my grandpa is not the kind of person who believes in sales." He shook his head lightly.

I was confused again: "Then...maybe it's because I have eyes for him..." Thinking of his previous "City Mansion Theory", I became nervous again.

He really shook his head again.

I'm messy.

As soon as the messy Meng Qichun revived in my blood, I blurted out: "You have been single for a long time, your grandfather is hungry..."

The car suddenly went dark.

I shivered and came back to my senses. Amidst the rumble of the wheels rubbing against the speed bump, I realized that the car had started to enter the underground garage.

But that's not the point. The point is that my nonsense was exposed just now.

Feng Xin skillfully found a parking space near the elevator, and reversed the car into the garage in one go.

I didn't dare to breathe, and the garage was dim and I couldn't see his face clearly.

The car finally stopped, but it didn't turn off the engine. It seemed that he was going to leave immediately after seeing me off.

I was about to say thank you and run away when he leaned his left elbow lightly on the steering wheel and turned to me.

His smile, in the dimly lit space, was like a piece of clear sunlight, rushing towards his face with a thrilling gesture.

Like the day I first met him when I was 16, I realized I couldn't escape and never wanted to wake up from this dream.

I stared at him blankly, as stupid as if I had been under the spell of immobilization.

I heard him say softly and softly: "Anzhi, just have a normal conversation with me in the future."

That night Qichun crawled over to grab the quilt from me.

For my magical date, she has long been scratching her head with curiosity, but I help out with the work at the early education center, and I don't go home until ten o'clock in the evening.

She has been waiting at home alone and scratched the wall a hundred times.

I climbed into bed after taking a shower, and I was immediately dizzy from her questions. I had to try to remember the details of the date. call for help.

When it came to the letter saying that I was scheming, when I burst into tears immediately, she was so excited on the bed.

"I cried so much! I really have a scheming! So scheming! The pear blossoms are raining! I feel pity! Next, will he hold you in his arms and love you?!"

I crash.

"Sister Qichun! Please! I'm showing my true feelings!"

"Think about it in TV dramas, the male lead coldly said to the female lead, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! The female lead immediately cried and limp on the ground! The male lead showed regret under her weak and pitiful crying, and hugged her in distress In my arms, I said, honey, I blamed you...have you seen it?! Have you seen it??" She continued to be excited.

"Yes..." I made up my mind carefully, and found that I was acting like the kind of scheming white rabbit heroine that I would despise when I saw it on TV.

"What happened later?" Qichun continued to ask.

I braced myself to recall the details behind, trying to find highlights for my performance.

Speaking of me holding on to the sleeve of the letter, and finally the letter shook my hand in turn, and Qichun was exploded again.

"At this moment, you should follow the trend, hug him tightly, and use your c-cup to melt his cold mask and burn his lonely soul!"

"Meng! Qi! Chun!" I was finally completely driven mad by her, I screamed and plunged into the quilt, no matter how loudly she called, I never came out again.

Amidst Qichun's bright laughter, I felt my face was burning hot, but in my heart, there was a strange sweet emotion that slowly wandered through my whole body.

Finally, I walked up to him.

I can't remember how far I have walked, how many times I have seen clouds, but this time, he is someone I can reach out and touch.

(End of this chapter)