Back to 1997 as an idol

Qingning is not at home, and the house is empty, feeling like there is nothing left.

As soon as Le Xi entered the door, she threw her bag aside, ran to the tatami in the living room, and lay down.

She squinted her eyes, looked at the banana leaves outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and gradually became absent-minded.

The scene of Hyunchen committing suicide appeared in my mind again.

Now thinking about it, that house seemed to be a little different from the one she lived in now.

Le Xi's eyes looked around the floor-to-ceiling window frame.

In my memory, the French windows were surrounded by white walls on both sides. But the French windows in my house are all on one wall. The wall is outside.

Moreover, the living room in his own house is relatively flat and not as long as Hyunchen's.

It is very likely that they are two houses with the same decoration, but not the same house.

So the question is, why is the decoration the same?

Le Xi couldn't figure it out.

Outside the window, the male cicada was chirping and calling the female cicada.

Inside the window, Le Xi was thinking about Wu Hyun Chen.

In 1997, there was no Tik Tok, no Weibo, no QQ, no WeChat, no Internet, no this or that.

Thinking of Wu Hyun-chen, Le Xi could only think quietly like this.

At most, I would turn on the TV, play the entertainment channel, watch various celebrity interviews and MVs, and continue waiting for Wu Hyun-chen to appear.

Le Xi regretted not asking Hyun Chen for his cell phone number.

Even if you just want to take a look, that's fine.

Le Xi took out her cell phone and looked quietly at the black and white numbers displayed on the LCD screen.

17:58

Two hours have passed since I lay there thinking.

Without mobile games, Bilibili, and Taobao, I don’t know what to do.

Le Xi turned over and got up, preparing to get something to eat.

But think about it, Qingning has been cooking for me these past two days, and I don’t know what other ingredients are available at home.

There is not even any takeout in this era.

Desperate Le Xi lay back down again.

"Go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you sleep."

At this moment, the cell phone rang.

Le Xi, who was about to fall asleep, didn't even check the caller ID and answered the call directly.

Before Le Xi could say anything, a voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Come out for dinner."

An imperative tone, a slightly deep male voice.

Le Xi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the phone screen.

The string of Arabic numerals was a phone number that Le Xi didn't know.

Le Xi quietly put the phone to her ear again, not daring to make a sound as she waited for what was to come.

"Hey, come out to eat."

After hearing this, Le Xi hung up the phone.

Damn, how did Bai Zicheng know my phone number?

Le Xi suddenly woke up.

Even in mid-August, it felt a little cold around me.

She picked up her phone and bag and prepared to go upstairs to her room when she heard someone calling her name outside.

Oh shit.

Le Xi ran to the window and looked out.

A red sports car was parked at the door of her house.

A man in a dark blue suit was looking at her in front of the sports car.

It was almost dark.

Under the street light, Bai Zicheng's smile was still as brilliant as ever.

The diamond earrings on his ears added the finishing touch to his brilliant smile.

The image of a rich second-generation playboy, a dandy boy with no good intentions, who is lazy and lives off his parents and does no good deeds was established in an instant.

"How do you know I live here?"

Le Xi couldn't believe her eyes.

"Either you come out, or I go in. It's not good to yell like this."