Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The jelly was crushed
Pan Xianchen didn't get off work until nearly eight o'clock. Yan Qianqian called him at that time and called him "brother" right away.
Pan Xianchen: “…”
She definitely wasn't up to any good reason.
Yan Qianqian said, "I was just about to go to the bar with my friends. I hadn't had a few drinks when my dad came to check on me. Wasn't he working overtime today? And he's already home! I wasn't home, and he scolded me for being the hell. Can you please come pick me up right now? I'm afraid if I'm late, my dad will stop me from going out again."
Look.
Pan Xianchen said, "I'll transfer the money to you, you can take a taxi."
Yan Qianqian:?
"Why?" He didn't even want to answer. We'd known each other for eighteen years in vain.
"You always get in a man's car for no apparent reason. Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood?" Pan Xianchen said.
What was so strange about this? Yan Qianqian was puzzled. Wasn't it always about serious matters when she got in Pan Xianchen's car? However, she didn't know what she was thinking about. In a rare move, she didn't continue to make unreasonable demands. She just said "Oh" calmly and hung up the phone.
Pan Xianchen transferred the money to her as promised. Yan Qianqian returned it and replied: "I don't need your money, I have my own money."
The night was dark. Not a cloud overhead, the clear, sunny skies of the day continued. A few scattered stars, like fireflies holding lanterns, moved slowly as the car passed. The temperature was pleasant, with a cool breeze. Pan Xianchen turned off the air conditioner and opened the window for fresh air.
He rested his left hand on the car window, his head tilted slightly. The night wind blew through the high-speed car and into the car, stirring his hair. He thought for a moment, turned the car around, and changed his original destination.
About ten minutes later, he parked the car in the villa complex.
When Pan Xianchen rang Yan Qianqian's doorbell, Yan Qianqian was being criticized by Yan Zhiwen. Yan Qianqian smelled of alcohol and couldn't lie.
"Uncle Yan." After Pan Xianchen greeted him, he glanced at Yan Qianqian. Yan Qianqian pouted and her face turned pale because of the scolding.
Yan Zhiwen couldn't help but complain to Pan Xianchen, "You know what? I've been asking her for ten minutes now, who she's playing with and where she's playing, but she won't tell me!"
"I also have the right and freedom to make friends." Yan Qianqian retorted in a low voice.
"Of course you have the freedom, but as your father, I also have the obligation to ask who your friends are!"
Yan Zhiwen sat on the sofa angrily, while Yan Qianqian stood beside him dejectedly. Yan Qianqian was young, pretty, and rich; girls like her were easily deceived. Yan Zhiwen was worried that Yan Qianqian would make friends with unscrupulous people and that if she got ripped off, he would have to help count the money.
"Don't be angry, Uncle Yan. Qianqian knows what's going on." Pan Xianchen spoke up for Yan Qianqian. "She had dinner with her classmates today and told me about it. I know those classmates aren't the kind of people who mess around."
"Really?" Yan Zhiwen looked at Yan Qianqian suspiciously.
Yan Qianqian hurriedly said, "Yes, yes! If you don't believe me, you should at least believe Brother Pan Xianchen, right?"
After Yan Zhiwen was coaxed away, Yan Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the sofa like Ge You. She still had a conscience and said to her rescuer Pan Xianchen: "Next time you need me, I will also risk my life to help you."
Pan Xianchen smiled meaningfully.
"Thank you very much. As long as you don't get into trouble, my lie today will not be in vain."
"The people drinking with me today are all good friends of mine, people I've known for a long time. Don't worry, I won't let you embarrass me." Yan Qianqian lay there for a while, then suddenly remembered that she was the host and Pan Xianchen was the guest, so she hurriedly greeted him, "Would you like something to eat? Fruit? Or something to drink?"
Pan Xianchen thought for a moment and said, "I heard the chocolate you brought back from abroad is quite delicious."
"I told you!" Yan Qianqian smiled proudly, "My vision is really good, isn't it? Sister Wenyu told you that, right? I asked her if she had finished her chocolates and if she wanted a few more boxes. Since you're here, can you help me deliver some more?"
A few minutes later, Pan Xianchen successfully stood in front of Wen Yu's house.
He sent a WeChat message to Wen Yu, asking her to come out. It took a long time for Wen Yu to reply. He found a large sycamore tree nearby to lean against, and several minutes passed before Wen Yu finally emerged. Pan Xianchen spotted her from a distance, straightened up, and was about to scold her for coming down so late that he'd been bitten by mosquitoes.
But when he saw Wen Yu's face, the smile on Pan Xianchen's face gradually froze.
Has she cried again?
Her face didn't look very good either.
He walked closer, lowered his head and asked her, "Are you sad?"
Wen Yu lowered her head and didn't answer. Her eyes seemed to gleam with tears, sparkling like the shimmering surface of a lake, or like the few sparse stars in the night sky. Pan Xianchen felt his heart soften. He couldn't help but raise his hand to stroke Wen Yu's face, as if trying to wipe away the tears that he wasn't sure existed.
Pan Xianchen didn't want to ask any further questions. He smiled at Wen Yu and suddenly brought up another matter: "Have you drunk the rice wine?"
Wen Yu nodded: "Drink it."
"Is it delicious?"
"Um."
"Would you like to go somewhere else and drink with me?"
Wen Yu stared at him, lost in thought. Pan Xianchen continued to tempt her, "Drink something strong, stimulating, and different. Rice wine is very warm and easy to drink. But sometimes, people just need something warm to have a strong effect."
Wen Yu looked back in the direction of home, then turned back and nodded to Pan Xianchen.
"good."
Pan Xianchen took her to take care of Ning Kai's business.
Ning Kai's bar was still sparsely populated, and if the owner ran out of money to keep it going, it would go bankrupt at any moment. Ning Kai couldn't understand why his private restaurant was so successful, but he just couldn't make it work.
His food is top notch, and so is his wine.
Pan Xianchen led Wen Yu to a booth and took the initiative to select a drink for her. Soon, someone brought the wine. Wen Yu lowered her eyes to the alcohol swirling in the glass, then slowly grasped it.
"I thought you said you could drink less?"
"Yeah." Wen Yu brought the wine to his lips, drank it in one gulp, and said, "But I don't want to drink less."
“…”
Pan Xianchen glanced at the wine glass she had emptied in one gulp and asked, "More?"
"good."
Wen Yu wanted to try something different, so she ordered seven or eight different drinks. Pan Xianchen watched her fill and empty her glass, then put his own down and didn't move. Of two people drinking, one has to be sober, right?
After drinking so much non-stop, Wen Yu suddenly felt ill. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, her body felt floating, and her tongue felt numb and numb. Pan Xianchen before her eyes suddenly became two, then merged into one, leaving Wen Yu dazed.
She stood up a little unsteadily and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"
Pan Xianchen called a waitress to accompany her to the bathroom. The waitress diligently waited at the door, while Wen Yu locked herself in a cubicle. Wen Yu called her several times, but she didn't hear. After work, she and Wen Yu returned to the villa, where her mother had already laid a table full of food for them. Wen Yu was distraught and had a heated argument with her mother at the dinner table, right in front of Wen Yu, over a trivial matter.
The important things her mother had prepared to say were not finished. When Wen Yu was being scolded, she saw Pan Xianchen's WeChat message and ran out immediately.
Wen Yu’s call didn’t go through, but he quickly sent a WeChat message.
Where are you?
[You are so ignorant.]
[I saw your mother was so sad that she cried.]
Wen Yu squatted on the ground, her red face illuminated by the light from her phone screen. Seeing her mother cry, her tears welled up too. It had always been like this: when her mother cried, she cried too. She was like her mother's shadow, doing the same things. But she seemed unwilling to follow in her mother's footsteps. The two of them were like a tangled mess, uncomfortably entangled.
She had been in the bathroom too long.
Pan Xianchen was worried and went to the bathroom. The waitress indicated to him that Wen Yu was still inside. He nodded and waved, asking the waitress to leave first.
He stood guard at the door. There were almost no customers in the bar, and the bathroom was empty. Pan Xianchen wanted to rush in and take the person out directly, but after thinking it over, he patiently stood outside the door and called her, "Wen Yu?"
Wen Yu replied: "It's almost time! Go back and wait for me!"
Pan Xianchen hesitated for a few seconds and slowly walked back. Wen Yu didn't want to reply to Wen Yu, but a moment later, her mother's WeChat message arrived.
"Xiaoyu, you're so embarrassed today. How could you have such a quarrel with Mom in front of Wen Yu? Mom is embarrassed too. What will Wen Yu think of us?"
Wen Yu listened to the noise outside the door. Pan Xianchen didn't seem to be far away. She quickly opened the compartment door and rushed out unsteadily.
"Pan Xianchen!" she shouted.
Pan Xianchen turned and saw Wen Yu walking quickly towards him, leaning against the wall. He opened his arms to catch her, smiling and saying, "How rare! You actually called me by my name."
The light in the bar was dim, but not so dim that she couldn't see people's faces. Wen Yu looked up. Pan Xianchen's dark, shining eyes were looking at her with a smile. She felt that his eyes were like a deep lake, but also like a mirror. Wen Yu saw her own clear reflection in them.
Her face was intoxicated by the alcohol, and so were her eyes. Unknown niche music played in the bar, and a breeze blew from nowhere, swirling around them. Wen Yu's long hair blew, and strands of it fell on her cheek. Pan Xianchen couldn't help but reach out to touch it. The fluffy hair made his fingertips itch. Her soft face felt like a peeled egg, but he didn't dare to use too much force, touching it very lightly.
"Are you happier after drinking?" he asked.
"No," she replied.
"Then what should we do?" He held her face loosely in his hand, his thumb moving towards her lips. His movements were so gentle and slow that the whole process looked as if his fingers were trembling. It was almost there, almost there, like a traveler who had been drought-stricken and found an oasis, trembling with excitement at the moment of arrival.
Pan Xianchen used his thumb to feel Wen Yu's rosy and plump lips. As his fingers moved, Wen Yu's lips moved gently, like a piece of jelly shaking on a plate, shaking and shaking, and then shaking back to its original position.
Wen Yu blinked, a tingling sensation on her lips. Unconsciously, she parted them slightly. Pan Xianchen's fingers were instantly wet, and he longed to crush the jelly on the plate and swallow it whole.
In the corner where no one cares, even time seems to become blurred.
Pan Xianchen pinched Wen Yu's chin with his tiger's mouth, forcing her to look up. His lips pressed against hers, and the rich aroma of wine filled her nose, spreading from his mouth to his limbs.
The jelly was crushed.
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