I have no money left
The wind chimes in the cafe rang again.
Jiang Qing pushed the door open with a stern face. When the clerk saw the familiar face, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the boy with a slap mark on his face by the window. He silently took a few steps back and made way.
At this time, the girl in the half-length lotus leaf skirt was standing up, holding her bag, as if she was going to say goodbye.
Noticing someone approaching, she looked over with surprise.
Jiang Qing didn't care what others thought of her. She grabbed the cake and gift beside Lin Nanyue and turned around.
After taking two steps, she stopped again and thought about it, feeling really angry.
He turned around and violently took apart the broken and dirty cake in front of Lin Nanyan, revealing the entire creamy yellow cake base.
"I specially ordered this birthday cake. I thought you should have a bite at least."
She picked up a fork from the cafe and held up a piece of cake with a conspicuous blade of grass stuck to it.
Lin Nanyan looked at her, "Jiang Jiang..."
Jiang Qing moved closer with her hands and smiled, "I'll be happier if you call me Jiang Qing now."
Lin Nanyan looked at the cake that was handed to him, was silent for a moment, and raised his hand.
Seeing this, Jiang Qing's fingers trembled slightly.
"Don't eat it," Feng Ruoyi hurriedly grabbed the girl's wrist as the boy was about to take it. "The cake is dirty and full of bacteria."
The cake fell to the ground. Jiang Qing lowered her head and saw the cream-yellow color smeared all over the floor, destroying the color of the floor like sticky glue.
"No matter what happened, Lin Nanyan is the birthday boy today," Feng Ruoyi turned to look at the girl and said softly, "Don't make things difficult for him, okay?"
Jiang Qing looked up in a daze. The girl had half-tied hair, a retro shirt and a dark blue skirt, making her look like a classical lady walking out of a painting.
The boy was blocked behind her, his brows and eyes were calm, and the golden light reflected on the ends of his hair, shining.
What a perfect picture!
Jiang Qing felt a sore nose, and she lowered her head to open another gift as if to hide it.
The layers of boxes were opened, revealing the object in the center.
Lin Nanyan's gaze fell and suddenly stopped, even Feng Ruoyi was focused for a moment.
Inside the exaggerated blue packaging box, on the pink and purple raffia, is a string of round black puppy pendants.
The puppy stuck out its tongue and acted funny and playful.
Jiang Qing picked it up and held the silver key on top.
"Do you know how much this costs?"
She didn't need anyone to reply, she replied herself: "A key is 3 yuan, and the pendant is also 3 yuan."
"But I only had 2.8 yuan," Jiang Qing said, "and the lady gave me a 20-cent discount."
She herself didn't know what she was saying, "20 cents..."
She looked up and suddenly saw the surprised expression on Feng Ruoyi's face, and she stopped talking.
His gaze fell back on Lin Nanyan, and he said calmly: "I think you don't need this now."
Jiang Qing turned around and this time she really left.
Lin Nanyan looked at the girl's back, took an uncontrollable step forward, and then retracted it.
The girl walked out of the cafe, threw the things in her hands into the sewer, and left without looking back. He clenched his palms.
"Alright," Feng Ruoyi sat down and threw her bag aside. "Now that you've made the decision, don't act like you've been abandoned."
"Obviously, that girl and I are the ones who are hurt the most."
She pushed the coffee on the table over and said, "I also gave you your birthday present. I won't let Uncle Lin know about it."
Lin Nanyan responded.
Feng Ruoyi got angry when she saw him looking so lifeless. Although it was true that she liked him, it was not the right thing to always put on a cold face.
I just don’t know how the girl named Jiang Jiang gets along with such an iceberg.
You say a lot of things, and after a long time he just replies with "hmm".
It's even worse now. He has a cold face and looks at everyone as if they owe him eight million.
Feng Ruoyi didn't like seeing Lin Nanyan risking his life for another girl in front of her, and she felt furious just watching.
Even if it's a handsome guy with a cold face, it won't work.
Her desire to continue chatting was ruined, and Feng Ruoyi stood up. "My dad still needs me for something, so I'll be leaving first."
This time, Lin Nanyan acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't even react.
Feng Ruoyi took a deep breath, her hair curled into a beautiful arc, and she walked out of the cafe gracefully.
Jiang Qing wandered the streets like a ghost, moving aimlessly with the endless stream of people.
When she came back to her senses, the afterglow of the setting sun had already dyed the azure skyline red.
Suddenly remembering something, she grabbed her phone and said, "Mei Yan, can you help me take my senior home?"
Ye Meiyan, who was on the other end of the phone, looked at the tall boy following Jiang Qing at the school gate. The girl's anxious voice rang in her ears, "Just follow quietly behind. If Li Qingyun shows up, call the police immediately, understand?"
Ye Meiyan: "Okay, I understand."
Jiang Qing, Lin Nanyan, Wang Huaqi and Chen Heng did not come to school today. She didn't know what to say to Song Shuang's hesitation and the teacher's dark face all day long.
Now it seems that the remaining two people don’t know, but something must have happened between Jiang Qing and Lin Nanyan.
Otherwise, how could these two childhood sweethearts, like conjoined twins, act out of sync?
She acted as if she was unaware of anything.
"Lin Nanyan is following behind the senior sister. I'm watching them both. Don't worry."
"Lin Nanyan..." The girl opposite was silent for a moment, "Meiyan, I'll leave it to you then."
"Okay." Ye Meiyan hung up the phone, a hint of sadness barely noticeable between her brows.
What is going on?
Lin Nanyan...
Jiang Qing squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the front, lost in confusion.
As night falls, green buses come and go, and the warm yellow lights illuminate the small area under the bus stop.
The passengers on the platform looked at the strange girl, walked past her curiously, and then merged into the surging crowd in an instant.
The cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang. Jiang Qing picked up the phone without even looking at the caller.
"Hello--"
There was silence on the other end of the line. Jiang Qing withdrew her aimless gaze and looked at the name on the phone screen.
"Chen Heng? Why aren't you talking? Where are you? Is there no signal where you are?"
There was no response to her series of questions. Just when she was wondering if her phone was broken, a boy's hoarse voice suddenly came from the other end.
"Jiang Jiang, do you still remember that you owe me a meal?"
Rice? What kind of rice?
Jiang Qing turned her sluggish brain and finally remembered that there was such a thing.
"But," she said dully, rummaging through her pockets, "I have no money."
"Wow...I don't have any money!"
Jiang Qing suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears.
"Don't...don't cry..." Chen Heng's hoarse voice suddenly brightened up a lot. He was at a loss to comfort her, "It's okay if you don't have money. I'll treat you to a meal."
"Jiang Jiang, where are you now?" the boy asked anxiously, and then he walked out. "Where are you?"
Jiang Qing couldn't stop crying. She sobbed and looked at the bus stop sign beside her. She wiped her tears over and over again before she could see the words clearly.
"Central Plaza Station."
"Okay, just stay there and don't move. I'll be there soon."
Jiang Qing listened to the blazing sound of the motorcycle across from her. She said intermittently, "Ride...slowly. You...you don't have to worry about...me. I'll be fine...on my own in a bit."
She didn't want to cry, but her eyes were like a broken faucet and she couldn't stop crying.
Chen Heng said softly, "Okay, I understand. Wait for me."
He hung up the phone, afraid that the girl on the other side would notice his speed.
In the dark night, the motorcycle drifted at high speed, attracting bursts of car horns.
Jiang Qing originally thought that she could sort out her emotions before Chen Heng came over, but eight minutes later, Chen Heng drove a cool black motorcycle to a stop in front of her with a squeak.
She looked up in confusion and watched the boy take off his helmet and throw down his long legs.
Chen Heng raised his leg and moved closer. He heard the girl, still sobbing, insistently say, "This is... a bus stop... No... you're not allowed to stop."
Chen Heng: "...Then get in, I'll drive away."
Jiang Qing glanced at the boy and stood up.
Chen Heng took out a helmet from the back seat and put it on the girl. Looking at the girl's big, red eyes, he lowered the transparent mask quickly and decisively.
"Hold on tight," he said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qing clutched the boy's clothes tightly.
The engine roared, the motorcycle vibrated, and the boy carrying the girl cut through the night like a sharp sword.
The wind whistled past his exposed arms, and Jiang Qing quietly watched the scenery receding past him.
The heaving chest gradually calmed down.
When we got to the night market, if you didn't look at the red at the corners of her eyes, you wouldn't even be able to tell that the girl had cried.
Chen Heng took Jiang Qing to eat all the way from the street to the end of the alley, and finally found a secluded place with few people to sit down.
"Boss, two bowls of smoothies, please."
He looked at the girl's mouth, which was almost swollen from the spicy food, and said, "Eat less chili, and you won't have to worry about diarrhea tomorrow."
Jiang Qing paused, suddenly remembering that Lin Nanyan had brought her medicine when she had a stomachache in the middle of the night. She put down the fried rice cakes in her hand and started to eat candied haws instead.
Chen Heng looked at the various snacks in his hands and asked with a smile, "Why are you so hungry? Didn't you have enough for lunch?"
Jiang Qing complained in her heart, more than that? She didn't eat a single bite, and she was full of pure energy.
After the boss brought the smoothie, Chen Heng took a sip from the bowl and asked, "You just..."
Jiang Qing waved her hands, looking worried. "Don't say anything. I've had a miserable day today."
"My dad gave me 500 yuan, but I lent it to someone in an emergency. Here," Jiang Qing looked through her pockets to show him, "I don't have a cent. Do you know how I got here?"
"I walked across half the city on my own two feet."
Jiang Qing looked at her legs and said, "I feel like my feet are swollen from walking."
Chen Heng looked over and saw a pair of white sneakers under the white calves, with a little yellow mud on the edges of the shoes.
"I'll take you to the foot massage shop." Chen Heng said as he was about to pull Jiang Qing up.
"Don't," Jiang Qing quickly stopped him, "I'm so tired now that I don't want to move at all."
Chen Heng let go and asked, "So that's why you cried before?"
"A little, just a little," Jiang Qing said shyly, "I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it."
Hearing this, Chen Heng finally felt relieved. The girl's crying on the phone was disturbing.
"Soaking your feet in hot water after returning home can effectively relieve the pain."
Jiang Qing agreed with a smile.
"By the way, you haven't told me what you want from me yet?" She scooped a spoonful of strawberry pulp, and when she saw Chen Heng wanted to say something, she added in time, "Don't say it's nothing."
"I could tell there was something wrong with your voice over the phone."
Chen Heng closed his open mouth as the girl's blunt words pierced through his thoughts.
Jiang Qing took a look at his expression and said, "Boss, bring two bottles of wine."
"Okay." The boss responded very quickly.
Chen Heng was too late to stop him. "You are underage, you can't drink. Alcohol damages your nerves."
"You are so obedient!" Jiang Qing looked at the boy in disbelief, and was surprised by the sharp metal earrings on the side of his face.
Besides, if he didn't drink, how would Chen Heng continue his thoughts that were interrupted by her crying?
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