Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Zhu Xia's original plan was to go directly to Boston to study.

One day, she saw a sentence that temporarily changed her path of study.

Samuel Johnson said: "He who's tired of London, he's tired of life."

If a man is tired of London, he is tired of life.

London is not as romantic as Paris, nor as classical as Rome.

It has its own unique charm.

The azure sky was gradually dyed by the setting sun, the clouds were within reach, the setting sun lit up the Thames, the afterglow spread through the layers of water waves, emitting gentle and brilliant light.

As the sky darkened, the solemn Big Ben lit up, and Hyde Park and the Shard also emitted swaying lights.

The glass windows of the bar reflected warm light, which poured onto Zhu Xia, making her look dazzling.

She stared blankly at the intersection, and her vision gradually became clear.

Zhu Xia turned his head like a sloth and saw a beam of color reflected on He Lianzhou.

The outline of the man's eyebrows and eyes was like a glacier in the polar night, his expression was indifferent and he seemed to be bored.

She felt that he was as calm and restrained as a calm lake, which violated the principles of mechanics.

The song "With or without you" by Irish rock band U2 was playing in the bar.

“See the stone set in your eyes,

See the thorn twist in your side,

I'll wait for you,

Sleight of hand and twist of fate…”

Zhu Xia's consciousness was a little confused. He stretched out his hand twice before he grabbed He Lianzhou's sleeve.

He Lianzhou lowered his eyes slightly and saw her jade-white fingers grasping the black fabric.

"In this case, you won't hit me, right?" Zhu Xia asked softly.

He Lianzhou's eyes shifted slightly, and there were still red marks on her wrist left by him.

"No." The tone was very calm, without any emotion.

Zhu Xia raised his head and looked at He Lianzhou. His eyelashes were very thick, like branches growing towards the sky, leaving a silhouette on his lower eyelid.

She blinked and asked again, "What will happen if I tear your clothes?"

He Lianzhou's deep gaze slowly fell on her face.

"What do you want?" he asked back.

"I think you will agree?" Zhu Xia said.

"You can try."

Zhu Xia looked at He Lianzhou's indifferent and calm black eyes, and suddenly felt that if she tried, she would die.

Don't just try it casually.

The few minutes of detour seemed to be unreasonably long. She did not let go of his hand, but kept looking at him intently.

Zhu Xia explored He Lianzhou's expression and moved the hand that was grabbing his sleeve up an inch. Seeing that he didn't mind, she expanded the range and grabbed until her palm was full of his clothes.

"The material of the clothes is very comfortable. Where did you buy it?"

The girl's actions were blatant.

He Lianzhou answered the call without changing his expression as he held the phone.

He spoke Cantonese on the phone, and Zhu Xia didn't quite understand it at the time, but some lines from Hong Kong dramas automatically popped up in her mind -

Why, handsome boy, what are you talking about?

Quite fun.

Three minutes later, He Lianzhou hung up the phone and said to her, "I'll send it to you another day."

Zhu Xia was stunned.

Hmm? What to give?

Clothing tags?

He Lianzhou saw that her eyes had regained clarity, so he didn't hesitate and told her to let go.

Zhu Xia let go and changed the subject: "You haven't answered me what's going on with the ring yet?"

"I'll tell you next time."

next time.

He always spoke very naturally, as if he was certain that they would meet again.

On the third day, Zhu Xia received something sent by He Lianzhou.

It's not a tag.

Instead, it comes in an exquisite gold and black square box. As soon as you open the box, the refreshing fragrance hits your nose.

There was a piece of clothing inside.

It looks exactly like his coat, except it's a women's version, which makes it easy to think of them as couple outfits.

There was also a card on it, which clearly stated the precious fabrics and tailoring design... She didn't quite understand the bunch of complicated terms, but she knew that money couldn't buy them.

It shows the elegant clothes and graceful appearance of the upper class.

……

Zhu Xia still goes to the bar whenever she has time, but due to her heavy workload, she spends most of her time studying hard.

Shang Xun and You Feng are classmates and sworn enemies, but Shang Xun still frequently organizes parties in bars.

Zhu Xia understood the reason.

There are many interests involved between adults. It doesn't mean that I hate you and I will never have anything to do with you again.

Even if we are tired of each other, we still have to continue meeting.

She could occasionally see He Lianzhou in Shang Xun's office. Sometimes he was surrounded by other people, and sometimes he sat alone.

No matter what the situation, Zhu Xia did not take the initiative to greet He Lianzhou.

The two looked at each other inadvertently, and she quickly looked away.

Afraid of being seen by others.

He Lianzhou saw through her thoughts and calmly averted his gaze.

Instead, Shang Xun would go to the bar every now and then to find Zhu Xia and ask her to play with him.

You Feng and Shang Xun agreed on this matter, and Zhu Xia could only fight one against two. She said that apart from studying, the only thing left in her mind was fighting.

How about we have a fight?

They shut up.

Shang Xun’s group was on the second floor, so the first floor was relatively deserted.

Zhu Xia sat at the bar, wearing headphones, concentrating on his homework.

It’s still early to finish writing.

She played with her phone for a while. The noisy music from the second floor spread to the first floor, so Zhu Xia decided to leave the bar.

She packed her things and shouted to You Feng at the stairs: "Crazy, I'm going home."

"Be careful on the road and don't scare others." You Feng raised his eyebrows and instructed lazily.

"If I were able to scare people, you would definitely be the first person to die." Zhu Xia put on his bag and replied to him bluntly.

"Jojo said the same thing."

Zhu Xia paused when she heard this. She turned back to look at You Feng, who was leaning lazily on the table, with his arms folded, smiling cynically.

As if he didn't realize how horrifying the words he just blurted out were.

Qiao Qiao, Shang Qiao.

"Why aren't you leaving again?" You Feng raised his eyebrows and urged her impatiently, "Hurry up, children can't stay outside overnight, your curfew is up. Go home quickly."

Zhu Xia felt puzzled.

When do I have curfew?

Could it be that you decided this again?

I’ve seen people who hate to get married, but I’ve never seen anyone who hates to be someone’s father.

Zhu Xia didn't rush home. She strolled across the Tower Bridge, feeling the breeze along the Thames.

The journey ends at Big Ben.

Built on the banks of the Thames, London's Big Ben is nearly 100 meters high. The clock tower strikes every fifteen minutes, emitting the classic and melodious Westminster chimes, and at the top of the hour it rings a deeper and more resonant tone.

The clock struck eight in the evening. Zhu Xia stood by the river, looking at the rippling water. The wind felt very comfortable against her skin, but it made her hair a little messy.

A few strands of hair brushed against my cheek, making it itchy.

She raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ears, and suddenly someone pulled her schoolbag from behind.

Zhu Xia turned around and saw He Lianzhou. He was wearing a well-tailored ink-colored shirt with two buttons undone, revealing his Adam's apple and collarbone, giving him a subtle sexiness.

He Lianzhou hooked his slender fingers around the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and slowly pulled her to his side.