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Chapter 39 Eat Breakfast
Jiangluan City, which was past six o'clock in the morning, had not yet fully awakened.
Song Wenting came out of Ji's old house, took a taxi back to Jingyueyuan, and drove his little Polo from the ground parking lot downstairs.
Since she drove to the research institute a few months ago, she has not dared to drive again. The car has been walking for Yue Yao, but the last night she stayed at her house, she brought the car over.
I'm not too scared, but I'm a little rusty when I get used to it.
The pure white car was slowly poured out of the garage, Song Wenting's back was stiff, and his little face was nervous.
Fortunately, it was too early, and there were not many cars on the road, so the turtle finally drove into the main road.
The speed was pushed up by the speed test, Song Wenting turned on the navigation, it was not far from the airport, and twenty minutes later, Song Wenting arrived at the pick-up port of the T2 terminal.
She parked the car, opened the phone with Ji Yanzhou, and called as she walked.
But no one answered.
There were quite a lot of people at the airport, Song Wenting usurped his mobile phone and followed the crowd into the airport.
His flight showed up as early as forty minutes ago.
Song Wenting stretched out his thin white neck and looked inside.
The phone called back at this time.
"Come out." The man's voice was still hoarse.
Song Wenting said "um", hung up the phone, and waited patiently on the side.
Following the announcement of the female voice, a new flight from France to Jiangluan City and Yushi to Jiangluan City has arrived.
Then, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
The flow of people wearing masks moved in the direction from the exit, and security personnel quickly blocked the wall.
But it couldn't resist the long, short gun, the cannon attack, and in the noisy voice, Song Wenting heard the name "Xu Xinning", saying that she was going to Yu City to shoot an advertisement on the return trip, and she happened to be on this flight.
But the loudest discussion was not her, but Mu Yunyan, a young violinist living in France who had just won the International Violin Competition.
The crowd quickly walked out of the enclosed small world.
The most eye-catching is the man wearing sunglasses. He is wearing casual clothes, with a slender body and a smile on his thin lips. After seeing the photographer, he generously took off his sunglasses and waved at the camera.
"Mr. Mu, can you stop and do a brief interview?"
"Mr. Mu, have you won such a big award, do you have anything to say?"
"Mr. Mu, after returning to China this time, will you stay in China or continue to return to France?"
"..."
The chattering noise made Song Wenting's eardrums hurt, but she looked at the scene in front of her and suddenly remembered the match she saw on the Internet not long ago.
If it weren't for the only violinist in China to win the championship in the past ten years, this matter would not have attracted widespread attention.
As for Mu Yunyan, the video of his competition was uploaded to the domestic website. In addition to his superb piano skills, his face was also the reason why he quickly became popular.
It's not really amazing, but when he played the piano, his flamboyant and noble temperament was automatically stained with a circle of filters.
Song Wenting paid more attention to the instrument because of the "violin", but didn't even look at his face seriously.
For the "violin" in her mind, there is always only the picture when she and Ji Yanzhou first met.
And now, looking at the man several meters away, a vague figure suddenly appeared in Song Wenting's mind.
Mu Yunyan?
The name is also familiar.
She raised her eyes and looked over again.
Inexplicably, he caught sight of the man.
Without the obstruction of sunglasses, his eyes are slender and phoenix eyes, engraved on the whole face, more noble.
Looking at each other, Mu Yunyan's expression paused, and he could clearly see the woman's delicate face. She was curled up, wearing an off-white trench coat and a light-colored women's shirt, and her slightly curly hair fell gently on her shoulders.
Her expression was light, and she couldn't tell if she recognized him.
After ten seconds, Mu Yunyan smiled.
Fate is very strange, met old friend on the first day back home.
His thin lips twitched, wanting to walk forward.
But when he saw the woman's slender waist, an arm suddenly crossed.
The tall body of the man behind her quickly approached, as if she was aware of it, and those dark eyes looked across the crowd.
At this moment, he exerted a little force, and the woman in his arms was turned back by him with one hand, and then withdrew his eyes and hugged the woman forward intimately.
Mu Yunyan's eyes fell on the two figures, and his expression was stunned for a few seconds.
After frowning: How are they together?
Here, Song Wenting hadn't reacted when that hand came across, until she was pressed into a familiar embrace by a strong force.
Her vision was blocked, and she lost her mind to think about who Mu Yunyan was.
The man's coat was a little cold, but the heat from his embrace spread to his heart along the tight right shoulder.
Song Wenting stepped forward and followed him meekly.
"Where is the car parked?"
Walking across the aisle across the airport, the two stopped in front of the surface parking lot.
Song Wenting didn't seem to hear his question, just raised his eyes and stared at him with burning eyes.
A few strands of morning light that penetrated the clouds fell, and her whole body seemed to glow in front of him, not to mention her smiling face.
It was Ji Yanzhou with a splitting headache, and he couldn't help but think of the scene at the airport.
Head hurts more.
He frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing to laugh at." Song Wenting looked away, forcing herself to press down the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up involuntarily, she asked, "Are you still feeling well?"
His face really didn't look very good, he was looking at a business trip, but there was no Zhou Chen by his side, and he didn't bring any luggage.
Did something happen to him?
"Well, a little bit." Ji Yanzhou responded, with a little cyan in his eyes, as if it was really uncomfortable.
Song Wenting's expression changed: "Then go to the hospital?"
"No." In Ji Yanzhou's line of sight, the worry in the woman's eyes was at a glance, and a touch of depression in his heart was evacuated a little. He grabbed the woman's wrist and took her forward, "Go back and sleep with me, just fine. ."
"?"
He was stunned by his hoarse voice, how could Song Wenting refuse.
Subconsciously he nodded.
The two then got into the car.
The man took a seat in the co-pilot, with long hands and feet, making the space in the car more cramped.
Song Wenting put the bag in the back seat, then looked at his expression.
Because of the discomfort, his side face was stained with a colder arc, which looked cold and difficult to approach.
Song Wenting has been doing ideological work for a long time, but he can't do it all at once.
On the contrary, it was more restrained.
"The car is a little small," she murmured.
"Well." Ji Yanzhou's long arm pulled the seat belt and buckled it into the button, but it was buckled several times, but it was still not buckled.
He tutted irritably, then buried his head and continued to buckle.
The black hair almost touched Song Wenting's slender waist.
He looked bad-tempered, but also extremely patient.
At least after three or four attempts, he still hadn't gotten mad.
Until a soft palm touched the back of his cold hand.
He moved.
The woman's hand is small, warm and smooth to the touch, like a fine suet jade.
She held the big hand and taught him how to adjust the hole card.
After a few seconds, there was a "click" sound, the hole spacing was right, and the buckle was fastened.
The softness immediately moved away.
Ji Yanzhou moved her fingertips, raised her eyelids and instantly grabbed the sight she was about to turn away.
Song Wenting pretended to speak naturally: "This is a bit difficult."
But she is really not good at lying, and her ears are already flushed.
Ji Yanzhou stared at her like this for a few seconds. His eyes were too aggressive, as dark as the midnight sky, and his eyes seemed to be pressing with emotions.
He finally pulled back and looked away.
Song Wenting breathed a sigh of relief, and heard him smile again, "Oh, so, take the opportunity to eat my tofu?"
"?"
Song Wenting's cheeks flushed even more, and she coughed lightly: "This, it doesn't count."
With a faint chuckle, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and looked at his watch, then sent a message to the company's management.
Then he turned his eyes to the woman next to him: "So what is it?"
She may have come in a hurry, there is no trace of makeup on her white and tender face, but her eyes appear brighter and more transparent.
"I don't know." After she replied, she was afraid that he would continue to say something, so she started to set fire.
After the car made a muffled noise, it started slightly.
Song Wenting drove the car attentively, his profile looking as cold and self-sufficient as ever.
Ji Yanzhou covered a little chuckle and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Song Wenting responded, "No."
Ji Yanzhou looked out of the car window, and the familiar building at the traffic light in front happened to come into view.
"At the next intersection, find a place to park and have something to eat."
"Oh."
The car turned right at the intersection and drove into the auxiliary road. The road here is very narrow, and there were already a row of cars parked on both sides.
Song Wenting moved the body slowly forward, because of the high concentration of energy, there was also a thin sweat on the palms of his hands.
But in the parking session, she still lost.
Looking at Ji Yanzhou with aggrieved eyes: "I can't stop well."
The pink lips pursed lightly, looking pitiful.
Rare expression.
Ji Yanzhou's eyes were dim, and then a voice overflowed from his Adam's apple: "Get off."
His driving skills seem to be very good. In less than a minute, the car has stopped halfway on the curb.
The two walked along the path, and there was a breakfast shop a hundred meters away.
Across the road is the familiar school gate, and the "Jiang Luan No. 1 Middle School" plaque pops into his eyes.
Now that the peak period for students to go to school has passed, there are still very few students who are late.
The boy rode his bicycle forward in a hurry, the corners of his pure white clothes were blown up by the wind, and the sharp braking sound could be heard.
The boss seemed to know him well and asked with a smile, "Why are you late again?"
"The alarm didn't go off." The boy fluttered his hair carelessly, and ran towards the opposite side with two bags of breakfast.
Song Wenting seems to have seen the appearance of Ji Yanzhou in high school. He is arrogant and most eye-catching.
Such a person actually liked her at that time.
The corners of her mouth couldn't help turning a deeper arc, she tilted her head to see his still dazzling appearance, and her heart was as sweet as honey.
"What to eat?"
The boss didn't change, but don't know them anymore.
Ji Yanzhou said naturally: "One steamed dumpling, one shaomai, two cups of soy milk, thank you."
Song Wenting pulled back his thoughts, and immediately stepped forward: "Don't steam dumplings, just like him, you need to burn wheat."
Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and asked silently.
Song Wenting met his eyes and smiled sweetly: "I want to try what you like to eat."
"..."
The Adam's apple rolled a few times out of thin air, and Ji Yanzhou turned his eyes away and stopped looking at her.
They found a table in the store and sat down, and the banquet boat leaned back on the chair with a sad expression.
Song Wenting frowned: "You really don't need to go to the hospital?"
"It's okay." Ji Yanzhou helped her clean the table with a tissue and said casually, "I didn't sleep well last night."
But actually didn't sleep all night.
After cleaning up Wang Zhiyuan's network overnight, and then arranging for someone to send him out of the country, it was early in the morning.
I wanted to stop at the hotel, but in the end I took the earliest flight back to Jiang Luan.
This is the chance to have breakfast with her here.
The siomai and soy milk were served. After Song Wenting took a bite, he listened to Ji Yanzhou chatting and said, "The one just now, do you know?"
The one just now?
Muran remembered the familiar face at the airport, Song Wenting wanted to shake his head, but still explained seriously: "I don't know him, I just think his face is familiar."
"Mu Yunyan." He lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "He graduated from Jiang Luan No. 1 Middle School."
This time, Song Wenting was surprised. She raised her eyes and looked at the opposite high school: "He and our alumni?"
Ji Yanzhou only drank a few mouthfuls of soy milk and stopped eating it.
His eyes covered her, as if confirming something: "Well, I'll be your classmate once you are with you."
"?"
Song Wenting swallowed the food, and then seriously followed the recollection. She has a slow temperament and is cold to outsiders. In high school, she didn't seem to know anyone well except Yue Yao.
In addition to practicing the piano all day, she is studying, but the people in the class still remember it clearly. Why didn't she know there was such a person?
As if seeing her doubts, Ji Yanzhou kindly reminded: "He performed at the art festival with you, but then changed schools."
Arts festival.
violin.
"Ah." Song Wenting sighed suddenly, "Is it him?"
It was she who thought that Ji Yanzhou would participate in the art festival. Later, a boy from the same class and different class played the violin at that party. When he heard the discussion, Song Wenting thought it was Ji Yanzhou, but he looked at the stage. Go, but not a familiar figure.
Her interest faded, and she didn't look up again until it was over.
It was only after the festival that they were rumored.
What kind of rumor is it, Song Wenting has long forgotten.
"Remember?" Ji Yanzhou stared at her, faintly unable to see his emotions.
Song Wenting suddenly remembered what he wrote in his diary: he was sick, so he couldn't go on stage with her.
So does he still mind that he didn't go on stage with her that time?
"No." Song Wenting said softly, "I don't have any impression."
In her eyes, the emotions in the man's peach blossom eyes are changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The thin lips curled up, and he even took a bite of the shaomai that had not moved just now.
Song Wenting lowered her eyes, under the slender eyelashes, a little interest arose, she asked deliberately: "I don't even remember, how do you know so clearly?"
She looked at him innocently, her beautiful eyes curled: "Are you... jealous of him?"
Season Yanzhou: "?"
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