In just half an hour's journey, Zhang Ruoshui heard more gossip than he had in the entire previous half of his life.
Hang Meng also took a "casual test", opened a post at random and asked: "Look at this, do you think her boyfriend lied?"
"Lied."
Hang Meng was surprised: "Can you see this?"
Zhang Ruoshui showed a trace of confusion: "Can't you see this at a glance?" Just reason it out.
Hang Meng shrugged: "...Obviously, the blogger himself didn't see it. Have fans of the authorities heard of it?"
"I heard it."
"Yeah, that's right..."
"But I can't understand." Zhang Ruoshui finished the second half of the sentence.
“……”
"Anyway, if you are in it, it is easy to be led by hormones and make some wrong inferences." Hang Meng sighed again, "Well, you don't seem to have such troubles."
Hang Meng turned to talk about another thing:
"There's been a car parked in front of the school recently... the one that's very popular right now, Cullinan. They also said that all the hot girls are coming to our school. It's ridiculous."
"Why do you say it's a pick-up girl here?" This is still Zhang Ruoshui's blind spot, and it can't be solved by listening to a few sex posts.
"The handsome guy hugged flowers two days before he came. I didn't see him giving the flowers to anyone later. They were all thrown into the trash can." Hang Meng explained.
"I haven't noticed it yet." Zhang Ruoshui said.
"Yes, you pass by other people's cars every day without even giving them a sideways glance. You probably don't pay attention to the car logo."
Zhang Ruoshui, who was diligent and thrifty, nodded.
Although the family also owns a luxury car, traffic congestion in Tianjin City is the norm after all. Taking the subway is the most convenient way to get out of my grandfather's house. She really doesn't care about luxury cars.
"Zhang Ruoshui!" someone shouted at the theater door.
Zhang Ruoshui pushed the door open and went down. Before she could reach him, Zhou Xiaoshu ran up the steps and hugged her.
Zhou Xiaoshu stopped calling her "little duck".
According to Zhou Xiaoshu herself, she must maintain her majesty outside, so she can no longer call her such a cute name, and should keep it in private.
Zhang Ruoshui pushed Zhou Xiaoshu away a little and hugged An Ying who was standing beside her.
They were all used to Zhang Ruoshui's actions.
No matter how unattainable she looks on the outside, she is still a very protective and soft little duck on the inside.
I don’t know why, but friends like this make people’s hearts beat even more! Zhou Xiaoshu whispered quietly from the side.
*
Zhang Ruoshui didn't expect that the next day, the person who drove Cullinan in Hang Meng's words would open the car door in front of her and get out.
The other party tightened his lips and said, "I really want to know how many times you can ignore me and just walk past me like this..."
"Now I know, as long as I don't appear in front of you, you can ignore me."
Hang Meng was walking with Zhang Ruoshui at the time, planning to have a meal outside the school and come back to continue the liver group homework.
Upon hearing this, Wei Wei was dumbfounded, turned around and asked, "Ruoshui, do you know him?"
"Mu Bai." Zhang Ruoshui called out the other person's name, slightly confused, "If you don't come out, of course I can't see you."
Mu Bai raised his hand to his forehead: "OK, I won't tell you this. My parents invite you to dinner at home..."
Ever since the nursing home incident, the Mu family had invited Zhang Ruoshui to have dinner from time to time. Even after Mu Bai went to study abroad in high school, nothing changed.
Zhang Ruoshui adheres to the principle of making more friends and making fewer enemies. Mu Bai has always made offerings to her in the past, and most of the time he agrees.
"Eat? When?" Zhang Ruoshui asked naturally.
Mu Bai's eyes moved and he asked half-jokingly: "Do we still need to schedule it?"
"yes."
The smile on Mu Bai's face disappeared a little: "Then tonight..."
"I'm going to Xu's house for dinner."
"Did you make an appointment in advance or just a last-minute appointment?"
This was a strange question. Zhang Ruoshui raised his eyelids, revealing more confusion.
She spoke with a cold voice: "Of course we made an appointment a long time ago."
"Oh, I thought you wanted to avoid me."
"Why am I avoiding you?"
"..." Mu Bai leaned against the car door, "Don't you know?"
Zhang Ruoshui was silent for a while and said: "You can say it first if you have anything to say. Generally speaking, when I take the initiative to guess other people's thoughts... only when the other person is my enemy."
Hang Meng choked after hearing this.
She quickly turned her face to look at the handsome guy... The handsome guy's face seemed to be darker.
"Okay, let's make a date with you the day after tomorrow?" Mu Bai forced out his voice.
"Yeah, okay."
Mu Bai then turned around, got in the car and left.
Hang Meng couldn't help it anymore: "His flowers were originally intended for you."
"Isn't it?"
"It's obvious. He likes you? His parents have met you? Are you childhood sweethearts?"
Zhang Ruoshui shook his head: "He is my younger brother, and he has had seven or eight girlfriends abroad. Every time he talks about a girlfriend, he will tell me about it on the phone, and he will specifically tell me not to tell his dad."
"If he was really afraid that his father would know, why would he tell you? You are in China, do you know there is a risk? I feel like he said it deliberately to provoke you..."
“……”
"Why don't you speak?"
Zhang Ruoshui considered the words for a moment, but still whispered: "This logic sounds sick."
Hang Meng waved his hand: "You haven't read many TV series and novels, have you? The childhood sweethearts were too familiar and could not recognize their own feelings for a long time, so the male protagonist deliberately became intimate with the female protagonist to stimulate the female protagonist to recognize her own heart. After that, the female protagonist became sad. , the male protagonist chases his wife to the crematorium again..."
Zhang Ruoshui:?
Hang Meng:?
Hang Meng looked at her expression and hesitated: "It does seem a little sick...but maybe that's what love is like?"
This is a blind spot again.
*
Zhang Ruoshui said that he was going to Xu's house for dinner, which was not adulterated at all.
When she arrived, Xu Ruying had not yet arrived home. Xu Ruying's parents welcomed her in in a familiar manner, and even shared their plant specimens and a small ecological pond with her.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Xu Ruying walked in, followed by a man.
Before Zhang Ruoshui turned around and spoke, Xu Ruying spoke to her first: "Little duck, long time no see!"
Xu Ruying hugged her hard, pointed at the man behind her and said, "You haven't met my boyfriend yet, just call him Brother Yu."
Zhang Ruoshui barked obediently.
Xu Ruying smiled: "Why are you still as good as when you were a child?"
Then he insisted on staying at home with Zhang Ruoshui for the night.
"Do you still remember that I, you, and Sheng Yuxiao were laying the floor in the living room together? It's very interesting now that I think about it."
At night, Xu Ruying and Zhang Ruoshui were lying on the same bed.
Xu Ruying yawned and said, "Oh, speaking of which, I already have a third boyfriend. Why has Sheng Yuxiao not even seen a girlfriend but brought him home? Does he have some unspeakable problem?" "
Zhang Ruoshui was a little sleepy and couldn't hear anything else clearly, so he instinctively retorted: "Sheng Yuxiao is not sick."
Xu Ruying smiled: "Ha, okay, maybe I will bring my girlfriend when I come back to your birthday party this time."
Zhang Ruoshui woke up instantly.
The post that Hang Meng told her immediately came to mind.
"Anyway, I have to find my blogger boyfriend for everything...this is not his biological sister...too green tea..."
Zhang Ruoshui couldn't sleep.
She immediately downloaded the social platform APP that Hang Meng mentioned, searched for related words, and read a lot of similar posts overnight.
Some are complaining about the sister next door, some are complaining about the sister, and some are complaining about the cousins who have no sense of boundaries...
Sense of boundaries.
Sense of boundaries.
That night she slept soundly for more than two hours, and her dreams were filled with these three words.
When she got up the next day, Xu Ruying still felt that it was her fault: "Did I snatch your quilt last night? You must not catch a cold, otherwise Sheng Yuxiao will be angry."
Xu Ruying was particularly worried and drove Zhang Ruoshui back to school herself.
As soon as he got off the bus, Zhang Ruoshui's cell phone rang, and it happened to be Sheng Yuxiao calling.
"I've rescheduled my trip, can we have dinner together tonight?" Sheng Yuxiao paused, "I told you in advance this time."
"We have an appointment to have dinner at Mu's house tonight."
"Didn't I call you the day before yesterday and say you were free today?...Well, Mu Bai came to your school yesterday?"
"Um."
"Then go ahead, I'll just continue with the original itinerary."
They ended the call.
In fact, nothing has changed. No matter where she is in the past few years, Sheng Yuxiao is still very good to her. His tone on the phone never changed.
Even if he squeezes out time and she makes an appointment with someone else, he won't be angry.
But she was just a little bit unhappy.
She thought about those posts again. All right. After becoming an adult, Sheng Yuxiao should no longer be so nice to her.
Even if Sheng Yuxiao doesn't have a girlfriend now, she will have one in the future.
She can't become the bad person in the post.
Zhang Ruoshui took two steps forward and suddenly paused.
But I'm still a little unhappy.
In the president's room at the other end.
The secretary knocked on the door carefully: "This is the latest project expenditure list."
Sheng Yuxiao took it over smoothly, and the words "mountain area" and "charity" could be vaguely seen on it.
The secretary asked: "The other directors are all here. Shall we start the meeting now?"
"In half an hour."
"Okay." The secretary looked up and found Sheng Yuxiao rubbing the clay sculpture on his desk.
Many clay sculptures are lined up.
From small to large.
From rough to refined.
The secretary had heard about it before. It was said that it was a birthday gift that Mr. Sheng received every year.
It doesn't actually seem to have any artistic value. It seems like it's just made by someone every year. Then Mr. Sheng laid it on his desk without hesitation.
He takes it wherever he flies to work.
Mr. Sheng, who has gone from being the crown prince of the Sheng family to having his own business territory today, sometimes has a strange style.
The secretary held back her thoughts and left to inform the directors.
Sheng Yuxiao rubbed the clay sculpture expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly picked up the phone receiver and dialed: "Send those photos you took to Mu Rongfeng."
Those are photos of Mu Bai dating his previous girlfriends when he was abroad.
Sheng Yuxiao didn't care about Mu Bai.
But he had figured out Mu Rongfeng's thoughts early on.
The desire for profit is too strong.
Is this kind of ungrateful thing worthy of being stuffed into a duckling’s arms?
