The college student next to him was stunned: "...fuck!"
Ji Fanling squatted for too long and stood up too fast, his knees were a little weak, and blood rushed to the Tianling cover, mixing with the sound of his heartbeat.
Ji Fanling closed her eyes, calmed down for a moment, and then walked to the car in a few steps.
The heater inside the car blows in through the open windows.
She lowered her head and looked at the man's face curiously, and couldn't help but be happy: "I'll just say you look like Fu Yingcheng."
The girl stood beside the car and walked out of the rain shelter of the roof. The rainwater seeped down her neck and into her collar. , she was so cold that she shivered unconsciously, and her lips turned white from the cold.
Fu Yingcheng frowned: "Get in the car."
Ji Fanling was immersed in the joy of "meeting an old friend in a foreign country" and talked to him in the rain: "You recognized me just now on the road? How did you recognize me? I still I thought..."
The car door was opened from the inside, and Fu Yingcheng sat inside, looking at her with a look that couldn't be described in words.
"Get in the car," he said, with the chill of the rain.
Ji Fanling: "...Oh."
I don't know if Fu Yingcheng is afraid of the cold. There is a big temperature difference between the inside and outside of the car. As soon as she got in the car, she was instantly enveloped by the warm air. The seats also have heating functions, making her feel as warm as if she had been exposed to the sun. quilt.
Ji Fanling lowered his eyes and saw the dirty blanket on the soles of his shoes. He moved his feet uncomfortably and turned around to confirm again: "You do recognize me, right?"
Fu Yingcheng's expression was very indifferent, as if he had not seen her for ten years. The old classmate suddenly appeared again without any unnecessary curiosity.
"I know you are Ji Fanling." He just said that.
With just such a sentence, Ji Fanling suddenly felt that his heart, which had been wandering since just now, finally calmed down a little.
...
There are still people who can call her name.
It seems that this world is not as strange as before.
"I used to live near here and I just went home." Ji Fanling organized his speech.
"But Ji Guoliang, my dad, has moved, and the phone can't be reached. He may have run away, or he may be thinking better,"
the girl said in a calm tone, "or he may be dead."
The driver looked from the rear in surprise . The mirror glanced at the girl.
"How should I put it? It was at the intersection where you saw me just now."
Ji Fanling glanced at the driver, moved closer to Fu Yingcheng, and lowered his voice, "I was hit by a car. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was there. Now."
Ji Fanling nodded, with a look of "You should understand now" in his eyes.
"That's right."
Fu Yingcheng accepted her nonsense explanation and looked down at her.
The girl was a little too thin, even thinner than she remembered. Her palm-sized face was as white as frost in the dark, wet, and as plain as water.
The water droplets on the eyelashes are getting lower and lower, and they are about to roll into the eyes.
Fu Yingcheng raised his hand, took out two pieces of paper and handed them to her.
Ji Fanling's ears were still filled with memories of college students mouthing "big discus wheels", "turbochargers" and "leather seats". When he saw him handing over the paper, he took it and went to wipe the water on the seat.
The light from the streetlight outside the window flashed past, and Fu Yingcheng's eyes darkened, bottomless.
Ji Fanling was unaware of being stared at. After wiping the water, he rubbed his eyes uncomfortably: "Do you have Q`Q on your phone? Can you let me log in?"
"Okay." Fu Yingcheng took out his phone. , as if he thought of something, his flexed knuckles tightened slightly, and he paused before handing it to her.
Ji Fanling entered her account password, but she hadn't logged in for many years, so Q`Q insisted on filling in her mobile phone verification code.
She didn't have a mobile phone in the first place. When she registered her account, she borrowed someone else's account. Now, after struggling for a long time, she couldn't log in no matter what.
Ji Fanling gave up.
Fu Yingcheng relaxed a little, raised his hand to take the phone, and the screen turned smoothly on his fingertips. He asked calmly: "Who do you want to contact?"
"Cheng Jiali." Ji Fanling's eyes lit up when she mentioned her boyfriend.
"By the way, you should be in a grade group or alumni group. You can ask someone in their class to add their number."
Fu Yingcheng raised his eyes and met her bright eyes.
An infinitely long moment.
A certain solemn atmosphere that was stretched to the extreme was broken, and the memories that had been beautified by time were severely torn apart in front of the vivid past that was revived.
After so long, it still stings.
For the first time in ten years, the man looked away from her and leaned back on the chair.
Then, he laughed softly.
Laughing angrily.
Ji Fanling: "?"
"I didn't join the group." Fu Yingcheng glanced at her and said in an unclear tone, "...and I don't join everyone."
Ji Fanling twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "My classmates must know each other, can I?" Can't you send a message to Zhou Sui?"
"What?"
"Just say you saw me..." Ji Fanling said, "I called her, but she didn't believe me and blocked me."
"You think I was also blocked . She blocked him?"
Ji Fanling: "..."
Yes, no matter what Fu Yingcheng said, across the screen, Zhou Sui either thought that his account was hacked or that he was crazy.
"It's not the right time to find someone." Fu Yingcheng said lightly, "I'll ask you where she is tomorrow during the day, and you can meet her in person."
Ji Fanling nodded: "Okay."
After driving for another twenty minutes, the Maybach turned around At the corner of the street, we drove into a high-end community and stopped under the apartment building.
"Mr. Fu, we're here," the driver said.
"Where are you?" Ji Fanling suddenly looked out the window and realized that he got in the car without asking about the destination.
Fu Yingcheng: "My home."
"Then can you take me there..." Fu Yingcheng and the driver both looked at her, and Ji Fanling found it difficult to speak, "Which smaller hotel is nearby?"
Fu Yingcheng: "You Do you have an ID card?"
Ji Fanling said bravely: "...let me borrow yours."