He Yi left a few days later.
On the day they left, the sky was overcast, and a cool breeze seemed to brush into the hearts of the two sisters, He Yi and Zhong Tingyue.
The two held hands, reluctant to part, and whispered to each other.
Chu Fang slowly withdrew his gaze: "Brother Wu, when do you two plan to get married?"
"Nothing's certain," Wu Di shrugged. "Soon, soon we'll have enough for the down payment on the house..."
It must be said that Wu Di is indeed a capable person. In just a few years after entering the workforce, he has quickly saved up the down payment for a house, and it's a house in Shanghai.
Is a house really a necessary condition for marriage?
Wu Di turned to look at Chu Fang, a faint smile appearing on his face: "I have to admit that a house can give both husband and wife a sense of security. Although He Yi has never mentioned the house, I still hope to give her a sense of security."
He paused, then said in a tone tinged with helplessness, "Not everyone is like you..."
A billionaire was discussing houses with him, and he felt that the two of them were not on the same level.
"Is it my fault that I'm rich?"
“... ..."
After the two best friends finished chatting, they came over. He Yi looked up at Chu Fang and said, "Let me tell you, you have to take good care of my sister. Don't you dare bully her, otherwise..."
"... " Chu Fang narrowed his eyes, "My dear sister, are you threatening me by not telling me the consequences of me bullying Ms. Zhong?"
He Yi smirked: "Shameless!"
After exchanging a few words, Wu Di and He Yi left the Tanhua residential area.
Once the car disappeared from sight, Zhong Tingyue felt a mix of emotions: reluctance, sorrow... and a little bit of secret joy?
Then Chu Fang's voice reached her ears, light and airy, only she could hear it: "That Ms. Zhong, I think..."
"Don't even think about it!" Zhong Tingyue glared at her boyfriend, her eyes wide.
"I think... ..."
"Don't even think about it!"
"I want a drink of water, is that not allowed?" Chu Fang unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle, took a sip, and suddenly stretched his neck, leaning close to her. "Do you think I want to live with you? Zhong Tingyue, aren't you being incredibly shameless...?"
You bitch!
Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched, she gave a soft hum, then slung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the studio.
Chu Fang, standing behind them, wore a sly smile.
He didn't have many thoughts on whether or not to live together.
Cohabitation should be a natural process; as long as the feelings are there, everything will fall into place naturally.
He Yi's departure did not bring much change to Zhong Tingyue's life. She continued to work and date, and although she felt a little lonely, that loneliness was completely replaced by Chu Fang.
As usual, Chu Fang slacked off at work and thought about how to "bully" Zhong Tingyue after get off work. When he worked overtime, he would stay with her. Zhong Tingyue would work on the blueprints while he played games on the side. After the work was finished, the two would hold hands and go home under the moonlight.
Life was quite ordinary, but it was precisely this ordinariness that fascinated Chu Fang.
Life should be ordinary; daily indulgence in extravagance is just another form of loneliness.
Early this morning, the sun shines brightly, bathing the world in its light.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue went to work.
Chu Fang looked at the grid pattern on the pedestrian walkway and adjusted his pace, stepping in the middle of each grid. However, because of his long legs, stepping in the middle of each grid made his steps seem too small, while stepping in the middle of each grid required him to take large strides. This walking pattern made Chu Fang's gait seem particularly strange.
"Why have you been working late into the night lately..." Chu Fang said softly, taking strange steps, then suddenly paused, "Damn! Who designed this floor plan? It doesn't follow human walking patterns at all. I'm going to sue them!"
Looking at her boyfriend, who acted like a child, Zhong Tingyue smiled, a song playing in her mind: "One step, two steps, one step, two steps, each step like claws, like the devil's steps, like the devil's steps..."
She parted her lips slightly and said, "I'm going to attend a designer's exhibition in a few days, and I'm organizing my materials."
Chu Fang was walking on the floor with devilish steps when suddenly a roadblock appeared in front of him, blocking his way. He froze in front of the roadblock.
Seeing this, Zhong Tingyue shook his hand: "Go around the roadblock and keep going."
"Then all my efforts to maintain a steady pace have been ruined. I have a psychological aversion to disorder."
What kind of people are these...? Zhong Tingyue felt helpless.
Chu Fang's eyes darted around, and he suggested, "Why don't you carry me around this roadblock?"
"Go if you want, I'm going to work. Figure it out yourself here." Zhong Tingyue picked up her bag and left.
Chu Fang stayed where he was, thought for a moment, then hopped to the edge of the road, took a few steps around the roadblock, caught up with Zhong Tingyue, and took his girlfriend's hand.
"Oh, so your OCD has been cured?" Zhong Tingyue teased.
Chu Fang didn't answer, continuing his strange gait on the grid. After walking a distance, he hopped to the edge of the road, covered the distance from the roadblock, and then returned to the pedestrian walkway, moving forward again in a bizarre manner...
Zhong Tingyue's eyelids twitched.
So that's how he fixed the roadblock 'bug' earlier.
I must say, he's a true genius!
Upon arriving at the building where the studio was located, Chu Fang lightly jumped off the sidewalk, stretched out his arms parallel to the ground, striking a pose as if the performance had ended, and exclaimed happily, "Perfect!"
Zhong Tingyue gave a thumbs up: "You're awesome!"
"Because I'm your boyfriend..."
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