When Ji Fanling heard that the beads were on his side, his heart was relieved: "The owner of the beads."
Cheng Jiali: "Then?"
"I condescended to attend your wedding."
"..."
"That's it. Mysterious, you didn't even say your name?"
Cheng Jiali laughed again, "Then how do I know if you are a little liar?" Ji Fanling was silent for a while: "Cheng Jiali, it's my thing, give it back to me
."
A shout with a surname was quiet and clear.
Cheng Jiali narrowed his eyes.
On the computer monitor in front of the man was the video of the sign-in desk at the wedding. A roughly one-minute clip was taken and was being played repeatedly.
In the picture, a girl wearing a large coat hurried over and was stopped again: "Hey, little girl, are you attending the wedding?"
"Yes."
"Are you here with... your parents? Have you signed in?"
She left. When I got close, I picked up the pen, lowered my head, and wrote "Ji" in a flying way.
The brim of the hat was so low that only his small chin could be seen, his lips were stubbornly pursed, and only a startling glance when he raised his head...
a blurry moment.
She looked especially like the little girl in his memory.
It tickles the heart.
I wanted to reach into the screen, lift her hair, and see her appearance clearly.
Cheng Jiali thought for a while: "Yes, yes, but I'm not free today. There is a newly opened Chuanteng Mansion on Fuxing Road at 6:30 tomorrow night. You can go to the third floor to find me."
Ji Fanling immediately agreed without doubting that he was there. : "Okay."
*
In the evening, Fu Yingcheng arrived home at the same time as usual.
As soon as he entered the house, Ji Fanling sat up from the sofa, put away her cell phone, and stood up to wash her hands. As soon as she finished washing her hands and was about to go to the kitchen to serve food, she heard a knock on the door.
Fu Yingcheng walked from the back room and opened the door.
Apart from the food delivery guy, this was the first time someone came to Fu Yingcheng's house, and Ji Fanling couldn't help but peek in.
After opening the door, Fu Yingcheng asked in confusion: "Why didn't you say something when you came?"
The man outside the door was tall and slender, wearing an artistic pea green parquet jacket. His voice was charming and smiling: "It's not that things are important. I want them as soon as possible." I brought it to you."
"Didn't you forget to bring it today?"
"I went back to get it. I brought you the annual sales report."
"Didn't I ask you to give it to me tomorrow?"
"He's here at the door. You're talking very coldly, please let me in first." The visitor made no secret of his other intentions and squeezed in through the door frame.
Ji Fanling saw Fu Yingcheng's cold face and was a little unsure whether he should go up to say hello or go back to the bedroom to hide.
Unexpectedly, when the visitor saw her, his pair of gleaming peach blossom eyes curled up, and he smiled and shouted: "Hey, Ji Fanling."
Ji Fanling: "...who are you?"
"Su Lingqing, Fu Yingcheng's friend."
Su Lingqing had just returned home. I heard second-hand gossip from my colleagues. Ever since Fu Yingcheng came back from Germany, he left the office on time at six o'clock every night, unshakable.
This is normal for others, but for Fu Yingchen, the King of Human Volume who works overtime until eleven o'clock at night all year round and does not rest on holidays, it seems extremely scary.
On the surface, the company is calm, but private rumors are spreading. Some people speculate that Mr. Fu's family members are sick, and some speculate that Mr. Fu himself is terminally ill and about to die. However, even if they guessed to this extent, no one guessed that he was in love.
After all, Fu Yingcheng has been single for ten years. There are many people who want to catch up with him, but none of them catch up.
It is actually not accurate to say that he is abstinent. After all, people must have desires before they can abstain. Rather than saying that he restrained himself, it would be better to say that he did not make any trouble at all.
It was as if his heart were made of stone.
However, Su Lingqing deceived the driver, Master Chen.
It is said that on the day Fu Yingcheng returned to China, he uncharacteristically brought a wet strange girl home and let her stay overnight.
This is even stranger than the iron tree blooming. This damn dead tree is blooming.
Su Lingqing was convinced that this person must be Ji Fanling on the ID card.
Sure enough.
...
Su Lingqing took a few steps to the girl and handed over the certificate: "Fu Yingcheng asked me to apply for an ID card and household registration for you. You can see if it works."
Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment and took the certificate: "Thank you."
"Thank you, it's no trouble."
Su Lingqing looked at her calmly, a little disappointed in her heart, but her peach blossom eyes were still smiling: "I wanted to see you a while ago, but unfortunately I was on a business trip in Germany, so I saw you today."
He stretched out his hand to talk to you. She shook hands, and Ji Fanling raised her hand after hesitation.
As soon as Su Lingqing touched the girl's cold fingertips, a cold voice came from behind:
"Are you going to touch her after washing your hands?"
The words blurted out subconsciously were cold and a bit suppressed.
It was as if she was something, something precious and untouchable.
The two of them were stunned at the same time and turned to look at Fu Yingcheng standing at the entrance.
Ji Fanling: "...It's okay."
Su Lingqing took back her hand, smiled and said haha: "I forgot that he has mysophobia, I'll wash it. I'll wash it." After saying that, he glanced at Fu Yingcheng meaningfully, and turned to Went to the bathroom.
Ji Fanling lowered his head and looked at the ID card in his hand.
She was born on February 11, 1996. The date of birth on this ID card was pushed back ten years to February 11, 2006.
Ji Fanling asked curiously: "How do you know my birthday?"
Fu Yingcheng raised his hand and pressed his temple: "I checked your previous ID card."
"Where is the photo?"
Her old ID card is about to expire, and the photo is still her first She had never even seen the photo on the new ID card.
Fu Yingcheng: "It was taken during the senior
year of high school." Ji Fanling remembered it.
For her, it happened two weeks ago. During evening self-study, Old Tang suddenly informed the whole class to go to the lecture theater on the first floor to take photos for the college entrance examination admission ticket.