Not knowing what Ji Yanzhou and Jiang Yi were talking about, Song Wenting put away his phone and looked up.

In a few seconds, Jiang Yi took out the phone from his pocket, swiped it a few times and handed it over.

The expression was reluctant, and the thin lips were pursed tightly. Ji Yanzhou seemed to be a lot more natural, with his long fingers against the phone, and soon the two of them scanned the code.

Like reaching some kind of agreement, it was all under Song Wenting's scrutiny, and he didn't intend to explain.

"Get in the car." Ji Yanzhou took the lead in pulling Song Wenting into the car, and then instructed Zhou Chen, "Go to the rain lane."

Rain Lane is the private restaurant where they often eat.

Song Wenting stuck his head out of the car window and said to Jiang Yi in a warm voice: "Ayi, I'll send you a WeChat address, follow us."

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on the two people in the back row, and when he saw the twinkle in the woman's eyes, he tightened his fingertips on the phone, and finally nodded.

More than ten minutes later, the three came to the restaurant.

From the quaint gate to the inside, there is an alley, with well-defined landscapes on both sides, the bamboo forest is hidden, and the rows of independent boxes reveal some shadows.

Being led in by the waiter, the artistic conception of the water is flowing, and the privacy is very high.

The menu is also carefully designed into bamboo pages, and when they are opened, Ji Yanzhou motions them to order.

Song Wenting pushed Jiang Yi right now: "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Yi glanced down and said indifferently, "It's fine."

He spoke very little, and after saying these three words, he closed his mouth again, until after the dishes were ordered, the waiter exited the room.

Before the embarrassment continued to spread, Song Wenting asked, "You came back last year, didn't you?"

On the day of grandmother's death, she would never be absent, and now thought that would accidentally find the bellflower in front of the tomb on this day.

Grandma loved it.

This wasn't a secret at all, Jiang Yi raised his eyes and said softly "um".

Then fell silent again.

Song Wenting wanted to ask him how his life was now, but she was afraid of arousing his disgust.

Soon, the slightly tight hand was caught by the big palm, and the finger pads had some thin calluses that can only be found when practicing the piano.

Song Wenting flinched.

The man next to him said in a low voice, "What does brother-in-law do?"

The "brother-in-law" shouting was too natural, causing Song Wenting to subconsciously turn his head to look at him.

Ji Yanzhou smiled at her, and the movements under the big palm kept on, he seemed to be really curious, the words fell, and his eyes were still looking at Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows, his face showing a little impatience, but because of Song Wenting's face, he finally responded: "Coach."

"Oh." Ji Yanzhou took a sip from the teacup with one hand free, and continued to ask, "Gym?"

Song Wenting's palm moved slightly, trying to stop him from asking questions.

But now Jiang Yi's expression has returned to indifference, and the next second he replied: "No, the boxing gym."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Yanzhou and said the longest sentence since the meeting: "If you want to do it, Mr. Ji can come and try it in my store."

There is a bit of confrontation in his tone, and Ji Yanzhou's eyebrows are slightly raised, and he smiles: "I seem to be someone who can do it?"

Wei pulled his hand back from Ji Yanzhou's big palm, and Song Wenting said, "Ayi is very powerful."

She sincerely appreciates how much a boy who has not read a lot of books has to go through to achieve what he is today.

"Sister." Jiang Yi didn't look at her, still staring at Ji Yanzhou, and said to Song Wenting: "If he dares to do something to you, you must call the police."

"..."

"??"

Song Wenting was stunned for a few moments, and even Ji Yanzhou didn't know that he had such a deep misunderstanding of him.

Does he look like he's going to go crazy and beat people at any time?

"Jiang Yi." Song Wenting's make-up face revealed a little anxious, she explained, "He's not that kind of person."

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on her face, with a look of hesitating to speak.

In the end, he couldn't help but say: "Don't be deceived."

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

Jiang Yi: "Did he send you a love letter when he was in high school?"

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

Ji Yanzhou's expression froze, the light in Peach Blossom's eyes started to waver, and the smile was completely collected.

On the carved wooden chair opposite, Jiang Yi's tone was cold: "But I returned that letter for you, do you know what he said?"

Song Wenting was stunned, she didn't know anything about it.

The previous guess seemed to be hitting right, and she subconsciously looked at Ji Yanzhou.

His expression was somewhat complicated, which Song Wenting didn't understand.

Her eyes returned to Jiang Yi again and again, her eyes were earnest, and she wanted to ask for the truth: "When? Why don't I remember."

When the words fell, Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and touched the woman's soft hair, and his low hoarse voice followed: "Good, it's all over."

Jiang Yi leaned back and sneered: "What? Is Mr. Ji afraid?"

The cool breeze from outside came through the gap, and the surroundings were very quiet, and the rustling sound of the bamboo forest being blown by the wind could be heard.

In the huge box with only three people, the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

Ji Yanzhou's expression faded, he did not move, just stared at him like this, waiting for his next sentence.

"I returned that letter to you back then, I just didn't want my sister to know that someone like you likes her." Jiang Yi said coldly, "I hid in the dark and watched you take the letter that was never opened at all. ,you say"

"One day, you'll make her cry in front of you."

With a frown, Ji Yanzhou remembered the letter clearly.

He heard that the little girl was very patient and would write back to every love letter.

He looked clear and cold, but he seemed to be too kind to people. didn't know that he would be even better if he got a little gentle boy.

The inferior root factor in her bones is about to move, but she is more or less dissatisfied with her behavior.

It seems to be so gentle to anyone.

So don't know if it was a whim or not, he wrote a letter in his own hand, the content is very simple, people who have read it will not think it is a love letter.

He wrote in the letter: [Don't take every heart seriously, because some people are not worth it at all. Elementary school girl, you should spend your limited time on study, understand? 】

It's like a warning.

The letter didn't have any signature, but a second before the person sent it, he added a sentence: said it was given by the banquet boat.

A little scarlet on his fingertips and his cold brows showed tenderness. He stood at the entrance of the alley, holding a heart, like a prisoner waiting for the judgment of the gods.

In the end, what he waited for was the letter that was returned intact, with another sentence: "Sorry, I don't like it."

What don't you like?

Don't like the love letter he sent, or don't like him as a person?

Either answer was the knife that fell on his neck.

He squeezed the scarlet with his fingertips, twisted and tore it, and finally picked up the letter with his knuckles stained with a strong smell of smoke.

Someone next to me joked: "Is there any younger sister who refuses our brother Yan?"

Some people were filled with righteous indignation: "Who is so ignorant?"

This sentence fell, and someone followed: "Brother, do you need to tie her up, and then ask yourself with your face?"

"..."

There was no silence in the alley.

Under the light cut by the warm light, Ji Yanzhou's figure stood up straighter, and he said in a deep voice, "Shut up."

Then he brought back a smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes: "Reject me, yes. One day, when she will cry in front of me."

It was the first time that the arrogant young man was rejected, and the sloppy energy was mixed with the surging emotions.

Someone picked up the words: "Brother, if you need help beating, just say it."

Provoking a few laughter, the boy whispered in the wind: "Go away, I can only do it myself."

Jiang Yi, who was separated by a wall, watched as he threw the letter into the trash can in the corner without hesitation.

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