Jiangcheng was driving from Kyoto back to Lanjing. Outside the car window was an elevated highway. His assistant was driving at a steady speed on the ramp under the bridge.
He took off his suit jacket, leaving only a white shirt, rolled down the car window, and quietly watched the surging traffic outside. The wind was blowing quite hard, making his fluffy bangs look messy, sometimes even touching the corners of his eyes, forcing him to reach up and brush them away.
Jiang Cheng, his cheeks tucked in his hands, squinted as the wind blew. The city scenery at night was beautiful, hazy and dreamlike. After crossing the ramp, the lake under the moonlight was dark, the banks lined with swaying reeds, and the sounds of frogs croaking filled the air. The water shimmered, layer upon layer.
Counting the days, the military training at Lanjing University of Science and Technology is about to end. He stayed at the Kyoto Institute of Science and Technology for ten days. During his daily life, Luo Xiaoli would often call to ask him when he would go back.
He didn't know either, so he could only say perfunctorily, "It'll be ready soon."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come home." That's what she always says at the end of each phone call.
During the process of dating, girls will describe the details and trivialities to the extreme. Every time Jiang Cheng opens his phone while eating, a series of messages will pop up.
She shared her experiences every moment with Jiangcheng in writing.
She made many new friends in class. The desk she used to sit at in the morning was filled with contact information left by boys. The class teacher wanted her to be the class monitor. She happened to see Zhao Xuerou and bought several pots of blooming flowers for herself.
She hoped that through these fragmented words, Jiang Cheng could glimpse fragments of her life: since you love me, then you must love everything about me.
Jiang Cheng was happy to be treated this way. When his eyes started to ache from working and he couldn't help but stop to rest for a while, he habitually checked what Xiao Li had sent him.
It is a blessing to receive someone's complete love.
Jiang Cheng originally wanted to stay in Kyoto for a while longer. He was becoming more and more adept at handling affairs, and the initial awkwardness was gone. He was now in a good stage of progress. Only under high pressure can a good leader emerge.
But he changed his mind yesterday and went back to Lanjing to rest for two days.
Firstly, the matter of Kangming Pharmaceutical affected his mind; his mind was filled with the image of Liu Kang confidently promising to produce the product that day. Jiang Cheng considered it carefully and realized that even businessmen have their own principles.
He cannot stand on his own position or moral high ground to point fingers at others. Since ancient times, people have died for wealth, and birds have died for food.
Starving Liu Kang is at the perfect time to lead his company into a market-devouring behemoth. If Jiang Cheng were to interfere, it would be quite selfish. Different perspectives lead to different considerations. A middle-aged man who has persevered for so many years—if you talk to him about ideals, dreams, or the brilliance of the moon in the sky, he won't look up; he'll only focus on the path beneath his feet.
It's acceptable to persuade people to do good.
Forcing people to do good is disgusting.
Secondly, he wanted to clear his mind and relieve his inner turmoil. One day, Lanjing was hit by an autumn rain, a downpour that turned the streets and alleys into a world of rain, catching everyone off guard with a sudden, pattering down. In the afternoon, when the clouds covered the sky and it was gloomy, the freshmen undergoing military training were quite happy, as they didn't have to endure the scorching sun.
But the rain that followed had been brewing for who knows how long, and it came down extremely hard.
Luo Xiaoli stayed in the classroom for several classes. When it snowed and she went home, there was a constant flow of students. Among the students, she stood there alone.
She opened her phone and sent a message: "Jiang Cheng, if only you were here, you could have picked me up and taken me home."
Jiang Cheng was processing documents at the time, and it was an hour later when he saw it.
He stared at the message for a long time.
Let's go back to Lanjing and stay with Xiaoli for a couple of days.
The journey would take from about 4 p.m. to 1 a.m., which is the distance between the two places. Jiang Cheng was not sleepy in the car, and Gu Qingwan drove quietly.
Passing by piers, stone archways, highways, ramps, and wild lakes.
Under the bright moon, time slowly passed, and he arrived in Lanjing.
Standing in front of the door, he carefully took out his key from his pocket, opened the door, and quietly stepped inside. The room was dark; Luo Xiaoli was probably already fast asleep.
Jiang Cheng put his coat on the hook in the closet by the entrance, unbuttoned his shirt, and changed his shoes.
When he finished everything and entered the room, looking at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed covered with a blanket, Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly softened.
He walked over and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. Luo Xiaoli's hair was disheveled, with a strand clinging to the corner of her lips. Her beautiful profile was breathtaking, and she exhaled evenly through her small nose.
Her sleeping posture was quite peculiar. She had bought a huge pillow from some online store, the kind with Jiang Cheng's picture printed on it. At this moment, the pillow was being forcefully sandwiched between her slender legs, and Xiao Li's hand was placed on the face in the picture.
Sometimes she would unconsciously pout her lips.
Jiang Cheng carefully reached over and gently pulled the pillow out. He lay down beside her, pulled the blanket over Luo Xiaoli, tucked the edges in, and turned up the air conditioner temperature a little.
He stared at her face for a while, then adjusted to a more comfortable sleeping position, resting his chin on her forehead.
It's 1:45 a.m. now. I'm closing my eyes.
On the cramped bed, she unconsciously reached out her hand in her sleep, groping for Jiang Cheng's waist, and placed her fair hand on his body.
I slept soundly through the night.
The bright moonlight shone through the slightly ajar window, across the balcony, and through the corner of the curtains, falling on the face of the sleeping Luo Xiaoli.
The moonlight lost its color.
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The next day, Jiang Cheng felt a little itchy on his neck. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and reached out to scratch it. Then, he casually swung his arm and covered her face with his hand.
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