Long Street - Chapter 16

On December 22, the world did not fall into the apocalyptic disaster as predicted by the Mayans, and the sun did not fail to set. It was like an orange gem, diligently rising, hanging on the horizon, and the morning glow reflecting the red half of the sky.

Jin Fubai seemed to have forgotten the phrase “You are not my boyfriend”. He took Xiangyu to breakfast as usual, helped her roll the delicate shrimp dumplings in the sauce, and then handed it to her lips. .

Many business elites have breakfast in the hotel, and occasionally there are leisure couples to chat.

They are obviously the most loving couple in these 300 square meters restaurant.

Xiang Yu also seemed to have forgotten the awkward silence last night. He bit the shrimp dumplings into his mouth, chewing on his cheeks, and asked vaguely: “Will Guangdong shrimp dumplings taste better than the hotel’s?”

Jin Fubai wiped off a bit of sauce from the corners of her lips: “The Cantonese chef in this hotel was dug from Guangzhou, so it’s not much worse.”

“Oh.”

The shrimp dumplings taste really good, the crystal skin is smooth and tender, and the shrimp filling is Q-bomb.

However, on this warm morning, Xiang Yu felt a little bit of collapse in his heart.

Like the landslide mentioned in the news during the summer rainstorm in Changsha. Shattered and collapsed.

Of course, she and Jin Fubai were not a normal couple. He was silent when he heard that she did not regard him as a boyfriend.

How should a normal couple react?

Will you ask her back, “I am not your boyfriend who is your boyfriend”?

It was also from that day that Xiang Yu didn’t answer Jin Fubai’s phone calls. Sometimes when he called during the day, she just said she was busy.

I don’t often eat with him at night, and I rarely spend the night in the hotel, only one or two nights.

I can’t say that I was angry, but when Xiang Yu thought of Jin Fubai, he always felt annoyed in his chest for a while.

Jin Fubai did not seem to feel her deliberate indifference. The voice on the phone was as gentle as usual, and the flowers in the opposite office building were also changing as usual. Recently, they were peonies and tulips.

The more he doesn’t care about her various behaviors, the more angry she is.

The year 2012, full of reveries, slowly passed away in her anger, and it was another brand new year.

In 2013, there are no end of the world and Mayan prophecies, and there are only countless unknowns.

On New Year’s Day, the company has a three-day holiday.

Xiang Yu had no reason to refuse Jin Fubai’s invitation, but whether she drove with him to the next door to see the snow scene, or went to eat at the mountain top restaurant in the suburbs, she had a faint appearance and it was difficult to be happy.

On the last morning of the holiday, they drove back to the city from the outskirts. The weather was fine. She went home and changed her down jacket and wore a light haze blue long coat.

Before leaving the house, Aunt Chen asked her: “Don’t you go home and live today?”

Xiang Yu didn’t expect that he was so angry, and he actually said angrily to Aunt Chen: “What do I do if there is no one in the family?”

After she finished speaking, she paused for a few seconds, then walked over and hugged Aunt Chen, “I’m sorry Aunt Chen, I shouldn’t have said such things to you.”

Aunt Chen patted her on the back: “Is Taro in a bad mood? Would you like to talk to Aunt Chen?”

Shaking his head to Taro.

She hasn’t figured these things out yet, and they can’t be solved by complaints.

Besides, Jin Fubai’s car was still parked downstairs.

Putting on the knee-high boots to Taro, carrying the bag and going downstairs, Jin Fubai dropped the cigarette **** to help her open the car door.

There were two unread messages in the mobile phone placed in the car seat, which were sent by Tang Yuchi.

It’s strange to think about it. Tang Yuchi’s disappeared a bit too far this time, and even the Moments of Friends have not posted any updates.

He fastened his seat belt to Taro, clicked on the message, and frowned slowly.

What Tang Yuchi sent was a small video and a sentence:

【video】

[Xiang Yu, you should take a look at this. 】

She stared at the screen several times and didn’t click on the video.

For a moment, she felt that the time and space around her was flowing backwards, as if returning to the night market at the end of 2012, with smoke and feasting, Tang Yuchi said, “I heard he used to…”

The paused video shows the back of a man in a trench coat and superior height.

You don’t have to click to know that it is Jin Fubai.

Jin Fubai glanced at Yu while driving in the middle of the car. He didn’t feel her indifferent attitude these days, and he knew why after thinking about it.

Blaming him that day, she was distracted for a while, and she didn’t refute a little when she said he was not a boyfriend, which made the girl angry for many days.

He knew that Xiang Yu had a little temper, and he was willing to step back and coax her.

Was it all because he was hanging in his heart that made him angry? What can’t be coaxed? Jin Fubai even coaxed with relish.

But the premise of these is that her emotions are only because of him.

After driving through two intersections, Xiang Yu was still staring at her phone, the screen had been automatically turned off, and she was still in a daze.

Later, she turned on the screen again, deleted the dialog box, and held the phone tightly in her hand.

It was within those few seconds that Jin Fubai saw the portrait of the dialog box clearly.

The picture of the white porcelain vase has the word “ugly” on it.

No stranger, he has seen it.

It was the man who went to the nightclub with Xiang Yu when he was abroad.

So now, is she frowning because of other men?

It was originally an appointment to accompany Jin Fubai to a wine bureau. When the car was halfway through, Xiang Yu suddenly changed his mind.

She turned her head slowly, and said in a very firm tone: “Jin Fubai, I won’t go to dinner. At the intersection ahead, can you put me down?”

Jin Fubai didn’t ask anything, but turned his head and cast a deep look at Yu.

The car stopped steadily on the side of the road. He didn’t get out of the car to help her open the door. The only sound in the car was that the door lock was released.

Xiang Yu said goodbye to him lightly, and then walked to the right with his bag.

Jin Fubai coldly watched her stop a taxi, banged the accelerator, and the car galloped away.

Hearing the sound of a motorcycle sensation behind him, he halted at the steps of the taxi on the taro, but did not stop.

For half a month in a row, Jin Fubai’s temperament would be tired of being a gentleman. There is no shortage of women around him, so there is no need to be so angry.

Xiang Yu closed his eyes, maybe that’s it.

After that day, Jin Fubai did not contact her again. After more than ten days without contact, Xiang Yu took a taxi every day, went home to wash up and fell asleep.

She had never felt such an uncontrollable emotion when she broke up with Zhao Yanmo.

On a weekend in mid-January, during the Laba Festival, Xiang Yu drank half a bowl of Aunt Chen’s Laba Congee in the evening, and nestled in the quilt before 9 o’clock.

Outside the window, the sound of the wind stirred the night, and she fell asleep unknowingly while playing a documentary.

At 11 o’clock in the night, Xiang Yu was awakened by the phone.

It’s Tang mother.

I couldn’t tell whether there was any disappointment at the moment I saw the caller ID. Xiang Yu sat in the dark, cleared his throat, and answered the phone after drowsiness was relieved: “Godmother, are you looking for me?”

“Have you had dinner?”

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Xiang Yu felt that Mother Tang’s voice was not the same as usual, so she frowned sensitively: “Godmother, did Tang Yuchi cause something wrong?”

Tang Yuchi was a “bad boy” when he was in school, his grades were so bad that he could get single-digit scores in a single subject, and it was common to skip class and fight.

At that time, Mother Tang always called Xiang Yu, and Xiang Yu would lead people home in the billiard hall or basketball court of the Internet bar.

Tang Yuchi has been abroad in these years, and it has been a long time since she received such a call at night.

Mother Tang was very anxious, but still gentle: “Yuchi has been reluctant to go home for many days. I don’t know what happened to him recently. She just called and said that she didn’t want to go home and wanted to be quiet. Taro, do you know him where?”

Xiang Yu thought for a while, and hadn’t heard anything from Tang Yuchi recently.

Except that day, he sent her a video about Jin Fubai.

“Godmother, I don’t know, but I can look for it, there are always friends who know.”

Mother Tang urged on the phone that if you find Tang Yuchi, you don’t need to take him home.

“You are all of the same age. If there is anything to enlighten friends, it is more useful than those of us who have a generation gap.”

Before hanging up the phone, Mother Tang said again, “Taro, godmother, I saw a skirt for shopping a few days ago. It suits you. I bought it for you. Come and try it when you have time.”

This is probably the warmest word Xiang Yu has heard these days. She smiled and said, “Thank you godmother.”

Hanging up, Xiang Yu started to contact Tang Yuchi’s mutual friend.

It was only after contacting them to figure out that Tang Yuchi and Ansui had some problems, maybe they were green, and they had been soaked in the night market these days.

Xiang Yu made many calls to Tang Yuchi, but they were all hung up.

She frowned and picked up a down jacket, took the keys of the old car to her father and ran out.

She had never been to that nightclub, and it looked different from ordinary nightclubs. The location was not in the bustling downtown area, but in the suburbs. There was always a feeling of “not a good place”.

When Xiang Yu entered, it was 12 o’clock in the night, and there were scraps of paper flying all over the sky. A crowd of people drew horoscopes on the dance floor, handed V, shook their heads and reveled.

She got out of the car in a hurry. She hugged her thick short bread jacket and didn’t wear it. She only wore a big V-neck tight-fitting sweater and low-rise wide-leg jeans.

Suddenly, he looked like he was here to jump di.

In the booth, she found Tang Yuchi, who was drunk unconsciously. His shirt was crumpled, his legs open, and he was still begging for a drink in a daze.

She threw the clothes on him and became angry: “Tang Yuchi! Get out of here!”

Li Qi put a glass of Chivas with ice in front of Jin Fubai: “Wait, it’s 12 o’clock, there will be stripping in the venue tonight! Clothes! Dance! Giant tm is hot!”

Jin Fubai looked disappointed, with a cigarette in his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn’t speak, and other people didn’t dare to speak. Only Li Qi, who was wearing a rose pink suit, leaned over: “What’s the matter? It won’t be New Year’s Day and never contacted me again, right?”

Jin Fubai’s face was solemn and did not say a word.

Speaking of Xiang Yu, he felt annoyed for a while, remembering that she was stunned at the WeChat dialog box that day.

That kind of tangled look must have something to do with feelings.

Does she have such deep feelings for other men?

It was a **** coincidence, Jin Fubai swept his eyes, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He frowned and looked over and saw Xiang Yu hugging a thick fluffy coat and hurried past him not far away, looking anxious.

In the twelfth month of winter, she wore a short sweater and low-waisted trousers, showing a tight and slender waist.

After not seeing him for a while, Jin Fubai fixed his gaze on her, and the first thought that popped up in his heart was:

The problem of dysmenorrhea is so serious that you should put on your coat.

But Xiang Yu threw her coat on a man, and then helped him up.

The man put his arms on her shoulders with strength, his feet were vain, and he leaned in her ear and said something.

When they passed by Jin Fubai, Xiang Yu didn’t see him.

She only raised her voice amidst the noise and said to the man: “Do you know how many calls I have called you?! I am so anxious to death!”

Everyone paid no attention to when Jin Fubai pulled his face down and when he stood in front of Xiang Yu.

He said in a deep voice, “Xiang Yu, follow me.”