Long Street

Chapter 7 The first choice

Tang Yuchi was wearing loose big short sleeves and shorts, sitting on the floor of the guest bedroom.

His clean baby face is now very tight, his brows are also wrinkled, and Jin Fubai’s shirt is in his hand.

The inner corner of the shirt was embroidered with a few letters of the same color as the shirt, “JIN”.

Speaking of the three words “Jin Fubai”, Tang Yuchi closed the door of the guest room very seriously.

After the initial surprise, Xiang Yu calmed down instead: “Do you know him?”

“do not know.”

Tang Yuchi threw the shirt back into the suitcase that opened towards Yu, and took a deep breath, “But I have also heard that he and Li Qi are together. Play everything, Macau loses millions in one trip. Like playing, the women around you never change your mind. You can hold a man like this? Stay away as soon as possible.”

Xiang Yu has never heard of the name Li Qi.

“Tell me how did you know Jin Fubai? He took the initiative to contact you?”

Tang Yuchi picked up the white ceramic vase and pointed to Xiangyu, “They are people who have no feelings. If you want to be kept, you can go.”

Raising his eyelids to Taro: “What do you mean?”

From the age of three to the present, Tang Yuchi and Xiang Yu have never quarreled every day. This is the only confrontation.

But before the arguing started, there was a knock on the door in the guest room, and it was Mother Tang: “Tang Yuchi, come out for me, drill into the taro room, you will die!”

Before she finished her words, Mother Tang opened the door and walked out, holding Tang Yuchi’s ears: “How old are you? You are still in the girl’s room at the age of 21? It’s outrageous!”

Tang Yuchi was gripped by his mother’s ears, grinning with pain, and staring at Yu with warning.

“Who is your dead child staring at! Staring at you again to see if I won’t kill you.”

He has a milky dog ​​face, and when he is 21, he looks like an 18 or 19-year-old high school student.

When struggling, he dropped a slippers in the guest room, was picked up by Yu Yu and threw it over, and smashed it on Tang Yuchi’s leg.

Tang Yuchi was so angry that he carried his slippers back to his room and closed the door.

Xiang Yu sometimes thinks that if she has a younger brother, it should be like Tang Yuchi.

After a few minutes, the phone vibrated for a moment. It was a message from Tang Yuchi:

[I spoke too much, but you really have to be careful. 】

[Xiang Yu, the circle is too high, so many people who wanted to climb to the sky broke their heads and wanted to get in, but they all died miserably in the end. 】

Xiang Yu stared at the message for a while, and replied to Tang Yuchi:

[When do I want to make it to the sky in one step? 】

Xiang Yu’s attitude towards career is very lazy, probably because her parents are always busy with work. She always feels that the word “success in career” means an empty home, and she dislikes it very much.

Life wasn’t so bad that she needed to make a living, and she just mixed up like that, and it was nothing.

Tang Yuchi didn’t reply any more, until Xiang Yu fell asleep dimly, he felt the phone vibrate under the pillow.

She fumbled out the phone in the dark, counted the screen, struggling to get rid of sleepiness and read the words on the screen:

[If you really have a plan, that would be great. 】

This sentence was like a sigh, Xiang Yu just watched for 2 seconds, and couldn’t hold back to fall asleep.

In the next few days, Tang Yuchi contacted Ansui, busy with the resurrection of old relationships, and never talked about Jin Fubai again.

Being friends is like this, you have your life, I have my life, and many things are limited. You can’t hold on to it every day, that friend will definitely not be able to do it.

Three days after Xiang Yu returned to his home, Aunt Chen took the suitcase and asked with a smile, “Have you a good time?”

“Not bad, have my parents come back?”

Every time I ask this question, Aunt Chen is embarrassed and melancholy on behalf of Xiang Yu: “No, I said that I was busy during this time and couldn’t come back.”

Xiang Yu was calmer: “Yeah.”

“By the way, taro, someone always calls you these days.”

Aunt Chen picked up the rag and wiped the dust on the table, “I call every evening. I’m a very polite man.”

Almost all of Xiang Yu’s classmates and friends asked her to call her. The only one she could think of who would call her a landline number was Jin Fubai.

She dialed her home landline number at the hotel, and if he wanted to check it, he would definitely get it.

When calling back, Xiang Yu had a deliberate intention to pretend to be confused.

The landline at home was white. She picked up the microphone and put it to her ear, pressed the call back, and held her breath in the “beep-beep-” sound.

The phone was picked up, and Jin Fubai said, “Xiang Yu?”

Xiang Yu’s fingers were tangled in the phone line nervously, and for a moment, she felt it difficult to breathe.

The squeezing sensation entangled on the fingertips was like fate passing around her fingers, tightly hooking her heart.

In fact, doesn’t she understand Jin Fubai?

Not all.

How can there be so many wealthy and affectionate wealthy children who happen to fall in love with her?

He only became interested in her at certain moments. Can these interests be called love? Of course not.

Xiang Yu is not a stupid girl, she knows many things.

Knowing but not reconciled, this is something she didn’t expect.

Xiang Yu took a deep breath and made his voice sound calm: “Jin Fubai, I heard that you are looking for me.”

“Well, I’m looking for you. Are you free today? Have dinner together?”

Xiang Yu didn’t ask why she had dinner together, and Jin Fubai didn’t say why she invited her to dinner.

They have a tacit understanding, like tacitly calling a stop to each other at the airport, and now they tacitly care about some regrets and then mix together.

At that dinner, Jin Fubai helped her pull the chair away, picked up the napkin on her left hand, and shook it off, laying it on her lap in a gentle motion.

Xiang Yu wore a coffee-colored dress. When sitting on a chair, the skirt covered his thighs. The delicate and white skin was covered with a coffee-colored skirt, like white cheese coated with chocolate sauce.

Jin Fubai didn’t touch it, and spread the napkin, only when he got up, he wiped off a little lemonade from the corner of his lips with the help of his thumb.

Taro’s eyelashes quivered lightly for a moment.

She was feeling the heartbeat she had never had before, but on the surface she was calm, raised her head and smiled at Jin Fubai: “Thank you.”

That supper was not a good time to eat taro, so I thought about it a thousand times.

When Jin Fubai talked to her, she actually missed a few words and didn’t hear him clearly.

However, after that day, Jin Fubai often invited her to dinner, and Xiang Yu’s knowledge about food increased day by day.

She hadn’t noticed the summer heat. Anyway, Jin Fubai’s car was always fully air-conditioned. After getting out of the car and entering the hotel, the room was full of coolness.

Jin Fubai is so silly that he always goes to some famous restaurants to eat.

An indispensable ingredient in summer is cucumber. Xiang Yu and Jin Fubai have eaten cucumber several times, such as “sword cutting the green dragon”, “green dragon lying on the snow”, and “broken jade”.

The name is so good, it’s just a pat of cucumber, and the price is 68 yuan.

Xiang Yu remembered that he had watched the sketches of Spring Evening when he was a child. Teacher Zhao Lirong held a plate of carrots called “Gathering of Heroes”, angrily said that it should be called “Carrot Meeting”, and finally reported it to the Price Bureau.

She felt that the stores Jin Fubai took her to eat should also be under the control of the Price Bureau.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yu pouched and laughed.

Jin Fubai sat across from her, looking at it, asking her what she was smiling at this plate of cucumbers.

She told the truth, but Jin Fubai said: “If you can make you laugh, this plate of cucumbers is worth selling for a daughter.”

He is like a perfect lover, eating with her and asking her to play.

Help her open the door and remind her to be careful of the steps.

It’s just that they never mentioned the relationship between the two of them.

At the end of August, some changes occurred in this relationship.

It was a sultry evening. Jin Fubai took her to a dinner. On the way, he said that if he was unhappy, he could talk and leave the table early.

Nodded to Taro and said, “Okay.”

It was Xiang Yu’s first contact with Jin Fubai’s world. The people in a room treated him respectfully. They were stuck in a traffic jam and were late for half an hour. When they entered the private room, the faces of those people were full of smiles. Said that this place in the imperial capital is like this, traffic jams in the evening peak.

Worried that Jin Fubai was tired, he quickly called someone to pour water on him.

Xiang Yu glanced at him, joking in his eyes-just drive a car, how tired can you get?

Jin Fubai looked back and met Xiang Yu’s gaze, and he suddenly smiled.

It was his smile. The people in the room seemed to have just seen Xiang Yu, respectful and concerned, and asked: “This beauty is?”

People asked about the relationship, but Jin Fubai blocked Longjing who was in front of him: “How tired can I drive a car? Give Miss Xiang a drink.”

Xiang Yu sat down with Jin Fubai. The two of them may not have so much understanding in other things, but they have eaten a lot of meals this summer.

During the banquet, the big figures scrambled over and over, and Xiang Yu behaved like every meal they had before, eating his own food with a calm expression, and occasionally Jin Fubai used public chopsticks to pick her up. Looking back and smiling brightly at him, there is no more communication than this.

So other people can’t understand what is this sacred Miss Xiang.

Can Jin Fubai be brought to dinner, but not as intimate and ambiguous as the relationship between men and women?

A dessert was served after the meal, and a middle-aged man said: “Mr. Jin tasted this rose flower cake, it has the taste of the old imperial capital.”

Perhaps because he was full, Xiang Yu was a little slack, raised his eyes lazily and asked: “Isn’t the flower cake from Yunnan?”

“Hey, of course, Yunnan’s flower cakes are famous now, but in the past, our old emperor city’s dim sum shops not only have rose cakes in season, but also rattan flower cakes. Layers of pastry are also old traditional cakes. Daoxiang Village It’s still on sale now.”

“Miss Xiang is young, but I haven’t seen the pastry shop in the old capital.”

“Yes, it’s good to be young.”

This topic was nothing at all, and the group of people soon chatted about new topics, revolving around the feeling of “time is not forgiving.”

Suddenly someone sneered, and the voice was not too loud or too small. It was during a break in the conversation that everyone at the table could hear clearly.

It was a woman tapping the table with her fingertips painted with red nail polish.

She looked at Xiang Yu, with direct and mocking eyes, and then went to see Jin Fubai.

Xiang Yu thought that the woman probably had learned to change her face. When she looked at Jin Fubai, her eyes were soft and charming like vines entwining a tree trunk.

Such eyes have been seen more than once, inexplicable hostility and inexplicable ambiguity.

Xiang Yu slowly put down his chopsticks, and learned something, turning his head to look at Jin Fubai with a look that is more greasy than cotton candy.

Jin Fubai raised his hand and squeezed her face, then pulled the person up to her feet: “Everyone, take it easy, we will withdraw first.”

No serious matters have been discussed yet, of course no one wants to let him go.

The people at the table tried their best to dissuade him, and Jin Fu pointedly pointedly: “It’s not appropriate to talk about business affairs if you are mixed with other people.”

They are all smart people, and everyone knows who the “wandering people and others” are talking about.

Everyone looked at the woman with red nail polish openly or secretly, and the woman’s face turned pale.

Xiang Yu was pulled by Jin Fubai all the way back into the car. The car he drove was often changed. Today he drove a spacious SUV.

Jin Fubai opened the door of the co-pilot seat for her, but Xiang Yu got into the back seat with a puff.

The car door was closed with a “bang”, Jin Fubai burst into laughter, and then sat in the back seat of the car: “So strong?”

After falling through the car door, Xiang Yu seemed to be completely angry again, and when he spoke again, it was a joke: “You go ahead and drive, I just want to use you as the driver today.”

Xiang Yu didn’t sit in the entire seat, leaving a gap behind his hips.

She leaned back in the chair, her waist hanging in the air.

Jin Fubai stretched his hand into the dangling section, tapped her fingertips on her spine, and asked her, “After today, what do you want to take me for?”