follow my heart

Meng Buqing was cooking dinner in the kitchen, stewing pigeon soup on top, watching the foggy and moderate rain outside the window, couldn't help sending text messages to Ji Wan: [Did you bring an umbrella? ]

In fact, I want to ask when she will come back.

Ji Wan: [No, I'm sheltering from the rain at the Yile Convenience Store at the entrance, and the umbrellas are sold out. ]

Meng Buqing stroked the edge of the phone with her finger, and she said it so clearly.

Simply say: [Then I will pick you up. ]

Without waiting for a reply, she quickly went to the locker to find two umbrellas.I tried to open the umbrella, and one of the folding umbrellas was broken, with two broken frames, which was between being usable and throwing it away.

Meng Buqing hesitated for a while, then took the broken umbrella, changed into his sneakers and went out.

It was raining heavily, and there was a strong wind that blew the direction of the rain from time to time.

Meng Buqing was holding the broken umbrella, and within a few steps, a gust of wind toppled the entire umbrella.In her hand, she seemed to be holding a funny water-filled lotus pod.

The icy rain hit his face.

She was dumbfounded for two seconds, and quickly changed the umbrella.

Passing by the big blue trash can, I threw the old one into it.

People walking on the road, looking from a distance, seem to be shuttling between the water drops and the mist, as if melting into the boundary between the sky and the earth.The figure quickly disappeared.

Meng Buqing walked to the convenience store and saw Ji Wan standing under the eaves waiting for her.

"Why is it raining on your face?" Ji Wan looked at her in surprise, and took out a tissue from her coat pocket, "Wipe it, don't catch a cold."

Meng Buqing didn't pick it up, and raised the back of his hand to wipe the water droplets off his face, "It's so easy to catch a cold."

She didn't bother to explain much, just said: "Go back quickly, the soup is still simmering and the fire is still on."

Ji Wan unwrapped the paper towel, and roughly dried the water droplets on her face and collar of her clothes, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but I still come to pick it up, and you can eat by yourself first."

"What about you?"

"Order a takeaway."

Meng Buqing, who had been busy in the kitchen for a long time, was unhappy: "Oh."

Ji Wan suddenly smiled: "Order a takeaway and give me an umbrella. Then go home and eat your cooking."

Meng Buqing snorted softly, held up the umbrella with a smile on his face and said, "Okay, you have to eat if it's not good."

She has only one umbrella.

He naturally went to hold Ji Wan's hand.

Suddenly, I feel that the atmosphere is really like a family member...

Meng Buqing's heart swayed slightly, and then he calmly smoothed his wet hair blown by the wind, pretending to be indifferent.Don't think about why you are happy.

An umbrella that is not too big and not too small is just enough for two people to shelter from the rain next to each other.

walk in the rain.

The surrounding night is getting darker, and the light beams from the roadside lights illuminate a thin section of rain, and the rain can be clearly seen busy.The black street lamps beside the road cast white light, reflecting the puddles.

Meng Buqing found that when Ji Wan walked, she was more willing to pay attention to her surroundings than to speak.

She asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Ji Wan simply pointed, "It's just that street lamp, reflecting the puddle of water next to it, doesn't it look a bit like a watery moon? It's pretty pretty."

Under the light of street lamps, the puddles glowed with light reflections.Meng Buqing also thought it was very beautiful.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Soon into the community, the road narrowed, and the car drove slowly from behind.

"I didn't have time to say it in the afternoon," Meng Buqing gently hugged her waist, letting her walk in, suddenly remembered, and said, "Women who know everything about the past and the present are super powerful. Teacher Ji~you are super attractive~"

The final sound rises, and the deliberately protracted articulation is as soft as cotton candy.

After finishing speaking, he stared at her with crooked eyebrows.

Ji Wan was embarrassed by her look, she turned her eyes away, but it was rare that she didn't know what to say.After a pause, he said, "It's nothing serious."

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When they got home, Ji Wan and Meng Buqing put the food on the table together, "It's so rich."

"of course."

Meng Buqing sat down and asked casually, "Did you just get off work?"

"Ah."

"What kind of work?"

"Sales."

"Oh," Meng Buqing nodded, "how old are you?"

Ji Wan suddenly smiled, stopped her chopsticks, and looked up at her, "Check the household registration?"

"You can also ask me, I can tell you everything I know." Meng Buqing said honestly, "This is called exchanging information and getting closer."

Ji Wan asked: "You don't want to go abroad, what are your plans after graduation?"

"..."

As soon as I came up, I asked such a difficult question.

Who can get closer to you!

Meng Buqing ate with eyes downcast, and quickly covered her mouth with food.

Waiting for the next topic.

She knew that Ji Wan was only staying with her temporarily, because she promised her uncle that they would wait two years before dividing the property.My uncle always hoped that she would apply to the school there after graduation, and immigrate together after graduation.

The house was supposed to be disposed of.

Meng Buqing's mother divorced as quickly as possible after her husband went bankrupt, went abroad with a fairly substantial property under her name, and remarried extremely quickly.

She married an old white man who was a judge in her second marriage and continued to be a housewife.

My uncle is studying for a master's degree in law abroad. After graduation, with this relationship and a diploma from a prestigious Ivy League school, he has become more and more famous in the lawyer circle.

They are the standard elite class.

Meng Buqing has no interest in this.

She doesn't want to go abroad.

Uncle's hope for her can only be delayed.As for what to do in the future, let’s take a step at a time.

Don't worry, people, you might die tomorrow.

She thought so.

Of course, this half-hearted thinking cannot be told to any adult.They will criticize her as an irresponsible child with extremely immature thinking, deny her everything, and then impose some mainstream views on her to make her face life positively.

Meng Buqing was tired of hearing it.

"So you plan to..." Ji Wan seemed to want to nag, but she took a bite of the sweet and sour pork ribs, then paused for the second half of her sentence, and changed to, "The sweet and sour pork ribs are so authentic! "

"Ha!" Meng Buqing bent his lips proudly, "Is it a five-star chef who can work part-time at a Michelin restaurant and kill 90.00% of his peers at [-] in seconds?"

"..."

"Why don't you say a few more words?"

"It's delicious," just when Meng Buqing thought she was going to say something nice and polite, Ji Wan said seriously, "but the sweet and sour pork ribs are delicious no matter how they are cooked."

Meng Buqing nodded: "Okay, try charcoal grilling next time. A big fire, a few charred ribs, then pour out some sweet and sour and mix well."

"...I believe you just described it as terrible, but it is still delicious when it is actually burned."

"I do not know."

Ji Wan paused, and said seriously: "I was wrong in what I said in the morning. Songjiang University's exams are much more difficult than ordinary schools. If you pass every one, at least you have worked hard. No matter what your grades are, it is worth it." commended."

Meng Buqing opened his mouth, raised his hand and closed his chin, "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"Because you said you wouldn't take the exam, and later asked me for the answer, but I didn't give up when I was rejected, and kept asking and asking, which shows that I have some ideas."

Meng Buqing's eyes widened.When can thick skin be praised?

"What kind of idea is this?"

"Many people who give up on themselves don't require themselves to pass every class. You don't just follow the crowd and just immerse yourself in your studies. You have goals and work hard to achieve them. It's already pretty good."

Meng Buqing was stunned by her praise.

Although the subconscious mind felt that something was wrong, it sounded pleasing to the ear, so I didn't want to delve into how to refute it.

Meng Buqing laughed twice.

Looking at the table, he asked a little veiledly, "Do you have anything else you like to eat?"

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