Chapter 120 Artificial Snow I want it to snow in Shenzhen City,...
Halfway through the Spring Festival, Luo Shu's family returned home with a full load as per tradition.
"Well, I got home last night. Guess how much New Year's money I received?" Luo Shu hid in her room while her parents were seeing off guests. "Just guess high."
The next second, a man's laughter rang out from the phone: "Is there a prize for guessing correctly?"
"Fang Qingzhuo, you snob, you won't guess if there's no reward?"
"Oh, then give me a hint."
Luo Shu expected that he wouldn't guess right either, so she counted on her fingers: "Grandpa gave me two thousand, Grandma gave me two thousand, and my uncles gave me some."
"You're so old now, do the elders still give you New Year's money?"
"Of course, those who haven't married are considered children."
"Then the small ten thousand should be there."
"Haha, you're wrong." Luo Shu laughed triumphantly. "Luo Hehe's share also went into my pocket!"
"That's a shame."
"What a pity?"
"If you take me home for the New Year, you can at least get three."
"Just brag, don't be afraid of blowing your own horn out of proportion." Luo Shu stretched and walked to the window. The curtains were pulled open, and the entire neighborhood was covered in snow, a vast expanse of white.
I haven't seen snow for a long time.
Fang Qingzhuo was just about to tell her it was his fault and give her a replacement, but Luo Shu called out to him solemnly, "Fang Qingzhuo."
"Hmm?" Fang Qingzhuo heard the change of emotion in her words, "What's wrong?"
"When do you think it will snow in Shencheng?"
The other party paused for a moment, as if considering the question seriously. "If I remember correctly, the last time it snowed in Shenzhen was in 2016. However, strictly speaking, it was ice."
"Is that so?" Luo Shu blinked slowly. "What are you busy with now?"
"Nothing much. I'm planning to meet a distant relative later."
"Do you have any distant relatives in your family?" In the interval, Luo Shu habitually touched the pendant around her neck but found it was empty. The necklace was gone, along with the ring strung on the necklace.
She bit her nails helplessly, racking her brains to recall when and where she last saw the necklace.
"Fang Qingzhuo, wait for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a door slamming.
Ten minutes later, Fang Qingzhuo heard intermittent rustling sounds coming from the phone again, as if someone was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something, so he tentatively asked, "Luo Shu, did something happen?"
Luo Shu picked up her phone and hesitated as she looked at the screen: "I told you, you can't blame me."
"What is this strange thing?" Fang Qingzhuo asked as a matter of course.
"I lost my ring." Luo Shu bit her lower lip and thought to herself with self-blame. Fang Qingzhuo wore it for five years without losing it, but she lost it after wearing it for less than two months. If she hadn't been so dishonest and tried to hide it, the ring would not have been lost.
Compared to her heavy heart, Fang Qingzhuo seemed very calm and nonchalant: "It's just this matter, it's not like you're abandoning me."
"..." Luo Shu's guilt had mostly subsided, but she still pouted and explained, "I didn't mean it."
"I know." In order to divert her attention, Fang Qingzhuo reminded her, "By the way, weren't you just talking about taking Hehe downstairs for a walk before dark?"
"Then I'll go now."
"Okay, put on something more before you go out."
As he left the airport, Fang Qingzhuo sneezed uncontrollably. He looked around, seeing nothing but snow, which made him feel extremely cold. Although he was from the south, he didn't have much yearning for snow.
For example, now, when I open my mouth, I inhale cold air that freezes my nose, and the cold wind blows on my face as if it were cutting with a knife.
If it weren't for the snow, he would have arrived this morning.
The sky was gray, and there was a faint sign of snowfall.
Haha, as a sled dog, it started rolling around in the snow, either digging the snow with its front paws or galloping against the wind. Luo Shu was tired of chasing it and simply let it release its nature.
Before I knew it, it was getting dark.
Luo Shu called the puppy who was still not satisfied: "Haha, it's time for us to go home."
The first time I pretended not to hear.
"Ah, I really want to eat an ice cream cone!"
The second time, I finally took action under the temptation of delicious food.
Luo Shu was about to put the rope on him when he was caught off guard, but was suddenly splashed with snow foam in his face.
"Luo Hehe, it's not that I don't want to play, but you are not allowed to lose your temper."
The Samoyed pricked up its ears innocently, and as if it understood its owner's reprimand, it began to shamelessly tilt its head to act cute.
"Every time I get scolded, I end up doing this. I don't know who I got it from." Luo Shu tapped the dog's wet nose, stroked its snow-soaked fur, and muttered to herself, "It usually looks quite white, but why does it turn black in the snow?"
Hehe, he called out twice in denial.
"Oh, my defense is broken!" Luo Shu reached into her pocket. "I'm going to take a picture and send it to Fang Qingzhuo so we can laugh at you together."
Just as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from above his head: "Well, not only does it look dark, it's also a bit burnt."
About five or six meters away, the dim street light cast a shadow on a tall figure.
At first, Luo Shu thought she was hallucinating and shook her head to try to wake up.
Fang Qingzhuo stopped behind him with a burning gaze and couldn't help laughing: "You heard right, do you want to look back at me?"
He took a step forward, stepping on the white snow, and walked straight towards the man and the dog squatting on the snow.
Now, Luo Shu was 100% sure that this was not an illusion. This guy had really come uninvited without any greeting. Just as she stood up and was about to ask for an explanation, she said, "Fang..."
As her vision went dark, a warm hand pressed down on the back of her head, and Fang Qingzhuo impatiently covered her lips.
The whole process was unexpected. Luo Shu blinked her eyelashes again and again. She saw Fang Qingzhuo, who was very close to her and was deeply in love. She saw snowflakes starting to fall from the dark sky, swirling and falling on her eyelashes and melting instantly.
She instinctively closed her eyes, and her arm, which was originally against her chest, slowly climbed up the man's neck without her realizing it.
Fang Qingzhuo's kiss was airtight yet gentle. Luo Shu soon felt short of breath. Her legs went weak and she collapsed in his arms, pulling his collar and shouting for him to stop.
The Samoyed, not knowing what was going on, also started barking.
Luo Shu, who was temporarily released, punched him in the chest: "Fang Qingzhuo, you habitual offender, you come here without saying a word again..."
After hearing her chaotic breathing, Fang Qingzhuo felt an unprecedented sense of happiness all over his body: "Don't you miss me?"
She was already unhappy about being forcefully kissed, and now she was interrupted again, and the topic was completely unrelated. Although she didn't want to admit it, Luo Shu still obeyed her heart and said the word "I want to".
But feelings are feelings, principles are principles, she said righteously, "But it's wrong for you to lie to me."
"I didn't lie to you." Fang Qingzhuo pointed his sincere gaze at the Samoyed beside him, "Hey, distant relative."
Seeing that the criminal was still talking nonsense even when he was about to die, Luo Shu scolded him in disbelief: "Is your distant relative a dog?"
Halfway through his words, he couldn't help laughing, and suddenly his voice broke with laughter at his own words.
"Of course." Fang Qingzhuo raised the corner of his mouth in a doting arc, and took her fingers and wrapped them in his palm, "Don't you always say I look like you when you tease me?"
Luo Shu cursed softly, "Which hotel are you staying at tonight? Is it far?"
"You can leave after you finish reading it."
Hearing this, Luo Shujue looked at him in surprise. He was wearing only an unbuttoned coat in sub-zero weather, his black hair helplessly caught in the cold wind, letting it rise and fall. His outfit from head to toe revealed the word "underestimation". It was obvious that he had no winter experience. "Are you in such a hurry?"
"What else?" Fang Qingzhuo kept making small movements. After stroking her knuckles, he brought them to his lips and kissed them. "You don't want to take me home for the New Year."
The snow was getting thicker. Luo Shu saw the red back of his hand and the empty middle finger. "Where's your ring?"
As if he had just realized that his ring was missing, Fang Qingzhuo lowered his head, stretched out his left hand and turned it back and forth: "I guess I accidentally lost it somewhere."
Luo Shu looked at him with suspicion: "Was it an accident or was it intentional?"
"I really didn't notice."
"Fang Qingzhuo."
"It's called destiny. It's just the right time for us to get a new pair. You can choose the style this time."
Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, Luo Shu knew it in her heart. Looking at Fang Qingzhuo who had flown thousands of miles just for a few seconds, she felt a surge of pity for no reason: "Let's go upstairs and have dinner first."
"Really?" Fang Qingzhuo asked her in a restrained, excited voice, a steady stream of white air escaping from his lips. "Aren't you afraid of exposing our relationship?"
Luo Shu answered his question with her actions. She stood on tiptoe to brush away the white snowflakes on his head. She was more worried about his current situation than the exposure of their relationship or the questioning of Lao Luo and the others. After all, her Fang Qingzhuo was so delicate.
Under the streetlight, Fang Qingzhuo's deep eyes were lit up by a smile. He leaned forward cooperatively, his smile tender and gentle: "Then wait for me, I can't go up empty-handed."
On the way home, the brick road covered with a thin layer of snow was covered with large and small shoe prints and small plum blossom-shaped Samoyed footprints. Love became concrete at this moment.
Before opening the door, Luo Shu brushed off the melted snow stains on her cotton coat, then looked back at the follower who was shaking like a sieve.
"Button up your clothes if you're cold."
Who could have expected that Fang Qingzhuo, who was full of energy just a few minutes ago, has gone from looking nonchalant to a pitiful stray dog. The handsome guy has lost all his grace.
Even so, his teeth chattered but he still refused to admit it: "Are you cold? I don't feel cold..."
The door lock was unlocked, and Hehe walked into the house first, shaking his head and wagging his tail. The first thing he did after entering was not to go back to the nest to rest, but to jump and howl towards the outside of the door.
Hearing the noise, Luo's father leaned out of the bustling kitchen and said, "You're back. Wash your hands and have dinner."
Luo Shu followed closely behind, changed into slippers, and took off her scarf and coat one by one. She lingered in the entrance hall, pondering for a long time before speaking vaguely: "Well, I brought that person back."
"Have you done anything wrong? Why are you hesitant in your speech?" Ms. Ai passed by with dishes in her hand. Two seconds later, she seemed to realize something was wrong and backed away. Sure enough, there was someone hiding behind her girl.
The difficulties that have to be faced will have to be faced sooner or later. Seeing that he could not avoid it, Fang Qingzhuo took a deep breath and stepped forward to greet her. The fingers at his side silently hooked around Luo Shu's little finger and then interlocked their fingers little by little.
"Auntie, Happy New Year! I came to wish you and uncle a happy new year."
At the dinner table, Fang Qingzhuo diligently set the table and was about to sit next to Luo Shu, but Luo's father, who had been dissatisfied for a long time, arranged him in a secluded seat next to him.
Luo Shu thought he was being impolite, and immediately looked at Ms. Ai for help. Ms. Ai saw through it but didn't say anything, and signaled her daughter to sit down and be fine.
Fang Qingzhuo was also confused. He was not treated like this the last time he came. He scratched his head and moved away, wondering where he had offended his father-in-law.
But there was more to it than that. During the meal, he tried to lighten the mood. After a series of flattery failed, he simply made up his mind and poured a full glass of white wine: "Uncle, remember this is what you like. I toast to you."
Unexpectedly, Luo's father took the lead and said, "Drinking is not a good habit. Men in our Luo family don't like to drink."
Unsure of Old Luo's attitude, Luo Shu watched from the sidelines with her chopsticks in hand, and gave Fang Qingzhuo a look that said, "Be careful what you do."
Fang Qingzhuo put down his wine glass in a sullen manner. "Uncle is right. A little drinking can be relaxing, but too much is harmful to the body. Luo Shu is allergic to alcohol, and I rarely drink it either. I never attend any dinner parties or social gatherings. I will definitely learn from you in this regard."
"Flattering." After experiencing his eloquence, Luo's father's test officially began. "Last time you came as Xiaoshu's ex-boyfriend, so you can be considered an acquaintance. So what is your identity this time?"
"To be honest," Fang Qingzhuo took a moment to glance at Luo Shu, "Luo Shu and I have reconciled."
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, Father Luo still felt a lump in his throat. He chewed a peanut and grumbled, "It's just like playing house. If you want to break up, you break up. If you want to reconcile, you reconcile."
"Uncle, Luo Shu and I are in a very stable relationship now. I can assure you that this is the last time..."
"Wait a minute." Luo's father frowned and raised his finger to question, "How much is your guarantee worth? I also promised that the sun will come out tomorrow."
Luo Shu poked the bamboo shoots in the bowl and muttered, "It's really going to be sunny tomorrow."
Father Luo pretended not to hear his daughter's words and continued to question his future son-in-law: "I can see that your family is well-off. If our Xiaoshu marries into your family, do you plan to let her continue to work or be your full-time wife?"
"Dad, we haven't thought about that yet." Luo Shu interrupted abruptly.
"Ask what's wrong? It won't hurt a single piece of meat. Remember when I was here, I was always a debater with many scholars. He's lucky to have met me today." Luo's father carelessly picked up a chicken leg and put it in her bowl. "Eat your chicken leg and don't interrupt me anymore. Dad braised it specially for the whole afternoon."
The heater was turned on in the room, and Fang Qingzhuo felt a thin layer of sweat on his back in an instant. He rolled up his sleeves and sat up straight: "Uncle, we are indeed not at the stage of discussing marriage, but that doesn't mean I don't have such thoughts and plans."
He subconsciously looked at Luo Shu, who also blinked her big eyes at him.
"As for the work issue you mentioned, I discussed it with Luo Shu a long time ago. I respect all her choices. Pearl should have been able to shine, not be trapped in the framework of marriage. If she wants to continue working, she can continue working. After all, she has the ability and the support of her family. If the world unfortunately disappoints her, then I am willing to be her safe haven."
"For some, a career may be a belief, financial independence, a passion, and a manifestation of life's value. I initially thought I was the latter, but the year I graduated from university, I achieved this goal ahead of schedule. In the years that followed, I constantly sought new challenges and breakthroughs, stubbornly competing with myself to prove a meaning. This illusory dialectical thinking, but just two months ago on my way home from get off work, I felt I had found the answer. That day is particularly memorable. It was a Friday, and Luo Shu happened to be at home on a day off. I was stuck on the viaduct during the evening rush hour, stopping and starting in a sea of taillight bombs. The breeze that night was comfortable, and even the honking of horns was less resentful. Although the traffic was heavy and the routes and distances of each track were different, the destination was coincidentally the same."
"I think everyone's life has a watershed. On one side are mountains, longing to grow wings and fly free. On the other side are also mountains, watching the sunrise and sunset is also a kind of freedom."
"Besides, if being a full-time housewife is easy in this world, it definitely won't be a woman's turn. How you live your life depends entirely on your conscience."
Luo's father raised the corner of his mouth subtly and placed a plate of hot food in front of him: "Running a family is not as simple as saying a few nice words."
"Yes, I definitely need to learn more from you, uncle." Fang Qingzhuo's tense nerves had just relaxed a little when his feet were kicked twice under the table. He stared at the instigator across the table, stood up after a few seconds, and exchanged the hot dish with the cold dish in front of Luo Shu. Under the host's strange eyes, he explained, "She likes this dish, I'm switching it."
Mr. Luo really didn't feel like watching his own cabbages being eaten by pigs. He put down his chopsticks and left the table dejectedly: "I'm full, I want to play chess."
Afraid that someone might not understand his hint, he emphasized the two words "play chess" very much.
After receiving the signal, Fang Qingzhuo casually took two mouthfuls of rice and followed him eagerly: "Uncle, I'll accompany you."
Seeing this, Luo Shu wanted to stand up as well, but was stopped by Ms. Ai beside her with a look: "Help mom clean up."
In the bright kitchen, Luo Shu stood in front of the sink, motionless.
The water was gurgling, and Ms. Ai couldn't help but teasing: "If we keep washing this apple, it will rot."
Feiyuan's thoughts immediately returned to her mind. Luo Shu hurriedly turned off the faucet and picked out the seasonal fruits from the fruit basket to drain them.
"You're distracted, are you feeling sad?" Ms. Ai skillfully peeled and cut the fruit into pieces while holding the fruit knife.
"No." Luo Shu stammered as she wiped the water off her hands. Suddenly she remembered something and hurriedly opened the refrigerator and put a large bag of ice cream into the freezer.
Ms. Ai glanced over curiously: "Why did you buy so many ice creams?"
Luo Shu closed the refrigerator door lightly. "Fang Qingzhuo said he didn't bring a gift for Hehe when he first came here, so this time he's making it up to him by giving him free ice cream."
"He is thoughtful." Ms. Ai gave her fair evaluation.
Seeing that Ms. Ai didn't dislike Fang Qingzhuo, Luo Shu's mind worked quickly and she slipped behind her: "Mom, are your shoulders sore? Let me give you a massage."
Ms. Ai was almost speechless because of her silly daughter. She burst out laughing: "If someone is too attentive without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief."
"Mom, is this strength okay?" Without waiting for her mother's instructions, Master Luo Shuluo had already started to squeeze and pound. "What exactly does Master Luo mean? Is he not satisfied with Fang Qingzhuo?"
Ms. Ai put down the fruit knife: "Your father took Qiao on purpose."
"But he didn't have this attitude last time..." Luo Shu responded immediately.
"But Xiao Fang didn't come as your boyfriend last time."
"Mom..." Luo Shu dragged out the words, put her arms around Ms. Ai's waist from behind, and rested her chin on her shoulder. "I thought you two were eager for me to get married and retire so that we could live alone."
"What do you want to eat?" Ms. Ai asked instead of answering, while placing a fruit plate on the table.
"The reddest and biggest strawberry, ah..."
After feeding, Ms. Ai spoke earnestly, "A while ago, your dad and I were lamenting how quickly time flies. It seemed as if it was only yesterday that little Luo Shu needed a bedtime story every night. The first word you learned to speak was 'Mom', and your dad was so happy that he would brag to everyone about his sweet little girl who could call him 'Mom'. And when you were eight years old, you were afraid to sleep alone and insisted on sleeping with Mom and Dad. Remember what your dad did to train you?"
The juice exploded on the tip of her tongue, and Luo Shu swallowed the sweet and sour taste in her mouth: "Remember, buy me a SpongeBob SquarePants to sleep with me."
"We support you leaving us to study in another place, study and work abroad, and have a relationship, but we can't let you get married." Feeling the grip around her waist getting tighter, Ms. Ai's voice softened. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Luo Shu said sullenly, "I just want to hug you. My mom is beautiful, intelligent, and an excellent teacher. My dad may be a Buddhist, but he's definitely the male teacher who loves his wife the most. Even when I'm eighty and my legs and feet aren't working well anymore, I'll still stay by your side."
"Stop being sentimental." Ms. Ai patted the arm around her waist to ease the soreness in her eyes. "I found a silver chain with a ring on it. Is it yours?"
"Mom, you're so amazing." Luo Shu hugged her and rocked her softly, "I turned the whole house upside down and couldn't find it. Where did you find it?"
"The sink in the bathroom."
"I must have forgotten it last night in the shower."
"When will you change your forgetful habit?"
"It's because of you guys..."
When Luo Shu brought the fruit plate, only Old Luo and a chessboard filled with chess pieces were left in the living room. "Where are they?"
"Who is it?" Father Luo crossed his legs and ate melon seeds, his arrogance making him look like a majestic rooster that had won a race.
"Fang Qingzhuo."
"After playing chess, I left."
"Gone?"
"Well, he got angry after losing two sets to me."
Putting down the fruit plate, Luo Shu picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and checked it doubtfully. After confirming that there was no message, she quickly walked to the shoe-changing bench in the entrance hall.
"Where are you going so late at night?" Lao Luo called from behind.
"Throw away the trash." Luo Shu picked up the coat and scarf from the hanger and walked out without looking back.
This was the scene that Ms. Ai witnessed when she came out of the kitchen. She walked to the living room and squeezed past the middle-aged man who was occupying most of the sofa. "Let's see if you dare to tease her again in the future."
Luo's father immediately smiled apologetically and sat properly with his legs tucked in. "I wouldn't dare to do that again. Who knew she would actually believe it?"
Downstairs of the apartment building, Luo Shu plunged into the snowy night, searching for Fang Qingzhuo's traces along the route out of the community.
She took big and quick steps, her mind full of thoughts about Fang Qingzhuo returning to Shenzhen in a fit of anger. But no matter how angry he was, he would not fail to send her a message.
The biting nocturne composed of the flying snow and swaying dead branches passed clearly by my ears, with no sign of stopping.
In a corner where the streetlights couldn't reach, Fang Qingzhuo squatted in front of a completed snowman, his whole body hidden in the shadows, a strand of hair on his head struggling in the wind, and he was unaware that the corner of his coat had fallen to the ground.
In the background of a happy family, a three-hour flight ended up having to entertain himself with a snowman. No one would feel good about it.
Luo Shu paused, her hair and scarf tassels fluttering in the wind and snow. She called out tentatively, "Fang Qingzhuo?"
The man responded in an inaudible voice.
"It's so cold outside, why don't you wait for me downstairs?"
“No access card.”
Just five words encompass all the sadness.
In order to avoid reopening his scars, Luo Shu carefully poked his back: "Did my dad bully you?"
With the light behind him, the man slowly turned his head, his half-closed eyelids raised at the same time. He was not sad at all. He winked at her nonchalantly, and his face was clearly about to burst with laughter.
"No, uncle is very satisfied with me." He took out the red envelope he had been holding in his arms and showed it off, "He also stuffed a red envelope into my pocket."
Luo Shu almost couldn't breathe, and the sympathy she had prepared disappeared in an instant.
"Want to know how I captured the Holy Heart?" Fang Qingzhuo asked himself, extending his open palm from his sleeve. "It wasn't difficult. I made my uncle regret five moves."
During the break, he noticed that Luo Shu's coat was unzipped, so he stood up and took her in his arms while zipping it up. "I also told him that I know you can't bear to let her go, and thank you for raising Luo Shu so well. No matter who she is with, that person will be happy, and I'm glad that person is me."
Fang Qingzhuo's arms were filled with the cold breath of snow. Luo Shu subconsciously wanted to look at him and touch his face.
Fang Qingzhuo stopped her and put her hands into his coat pockets instead: "Don't move, hold me for a while."
He placed his palm on the back of her head. "There are things I've always wanted to say to you, but I'm afraid if I look into your eyes I'll cry, stumble, and appear insincere. So today, I'll say it all at once."
"You once said that you had so much love that you would give it to me without complaint or asking for anything in return."
"Now, let me briefly report on my achievements." He smiled. "I've lived up to your expectations. I've learned to be open and honest. No clever calculations, no double-talking, no pretense of coolness. All I have is unconditional trust and sincerity."
"Because of you, I began to love this world. I love you in the passenger seat, throwing a tantrum, loving you as the sun sets brightly, loving you as you yawn while working on a design draft by lamplight, loving you as you bargain in the market, loving you as you defend me when I encounter another car, loving you as you cry while resting your head on my thigh watching a melodrama."
"Yes, love doesn't need so many twists and turns that need to be analyzed and verified step by step. It can be reflected in the details of daily life."
"Just now, when I was waiting for you downstairs, I was thinking, I must tell you that I have received so much love this year. From now on, it is my turn to share this love with you without reservation."
At this time, a piece of snow fell silently from the bare branches on the roadside, and Luo Shu accidentally touched Fang Qingzhuo's ring in her pocket.
"Thank you for waiting for me and not giving up on me."
On this quiet winter night, all her senses were very sensitive. Luo Shu listened quietly to each other's heartbeats and his thoughts on this special snowy night.
In a trance, Fang Qingzhuo held half of her cheek, then slowly pressed his forehead against her lips. It was a very innocent kiss, without any distractions, just a simple touch, as if it was an affirmation and reward for both of them.
The fierce snow covered the entire scene, and Luo Shu's vision gradually became blurred: "Fang Qingzhuo, do you still remember the three things you owe me?"
"Well, there are only two left."
"I want it to snow in Shencheng, can you do it?"
Luo Shu has always had a pair of expressive eyes. Tonight, Fang Qingzhuo saw himself in those brown pupils again.
On the first working day after the holiday, Luo Shu was the first to suffer from post-holiday syndrome, which manifested itself in procrastination and sleepiness.
All kinds of documents and reports piled up like mountains at a speed visible to the naked eye, and cups of coffee were delivered in and out one after another.
After the regular meeting, Luo Shu, still holding the unfinished coffee in her hand, ran into Leo, whom she had always been at odds with.
After not seeing each other for a Spring Festival, Leo changed unexpectedly and took the initiative to ask how she was, so respectful that no one could find fault with him.
"Hello, Mr. Luo!"
Luo Shu nodded slightly in response.
Just as she continued to move forward, Leo called her again, hesitant to speak: "Boss Luo, if you are not busy, can you do me a favor?"
In the reception room, Pang Jingyu carefully observed Luo Shu's appearance, makeup, and clothing through the steam coming out of the boiling water.
She wore a dark grey knitted long-sleeved top with a black knee-length leather skirt. It should be because she was a designer that the monotonous two-piece suit complemented each other perfectly. She had a thin but not skinny figure that would make people of the same sex take a second look. She relied on her good looks and wore very light makeup.
Feeling the rather unfriendly gaze from the opposite side, Luo Shu narrowed her eyes, and after making sure that there was no such person in her memory, she began her opening remarks.
"Ms. Pang, do you want to terminate the contract early because you are dissatisfied with the plan we designed?"
"No, I am very satisfied with the plan you designed."
"Can I have a rough idea of the reason?"
Pang Jingyu stared at Luo Shu intently, "Maybe he just has an unfinished obsession."
"Does your fiancé know?"
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"I mean, maybe your lover can help you solve this problem."
"He's busy." Pang Jingyu twisted the hair on her chest and smiled frivolously, "We each have our own fun. He has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend."
Luo Shu has excellent professional qualities and always has a calm smile on her face. Since she entered the wedding industry, she has dealt with all kinds of weird people and all kinds of strange newlyweds.
"Although I don't know whether your obsession is directed at people or things, I would like to advise you based on my own experience."
Pang Jingyu raised an eyebrow: "I'd like to hear the details."
"Over the years, there has always been someone living in my heart. I regard him as one of the sources of pain. I blame him for hiding things from me and resent his unreasonable entanglement. But to be fair, the moments when I think of him are the most vivid moments in my life."
After drinking too much iced coffee, Luo Shu took a sip of the warm water in front of her to moisten her throat. "If this obsession is painful and tormenting to you, then it's better to let it go and give yourself a break."
Pang Jingyu revealed the truth at the right moment: "The person you are talking about is Fang Qingzhuo, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, a hint of other color finally flashed across Luo Shu's fair face.
Pang Jingyu naturally didn't miss that hint of vigilance: "I'm quite curious, do you like him?"
Since he's not a customer, there's no need for Luo Shu to be polite: "Occasionally."
Pang Jingyu frowned imperceptibly and repeated, "Occasionally?"
Luo Shu nodded twice like a chick pecking at rice.
Fang Qingzhuo's old habit of being suspicious has been corrected, but he has recently developed a new habit of being nervous.
For example, she asked him to pick her up at the mall, and before hanging up, she specifically reminded him, "It's raining, remember to bring an umbrella." Good thing, he completely misunderstood her and only heard the second half of the sentence, and brought a box of small umbrellas...
That night, a man named Fang was turned away by her and lay on the sofa outside the house holding a newly bought umbrella.
Another similar incident happened the day before yesterday on Valentine's Day. She gave Fang Qingzhuo a tie as a Valentine's Day gift, but he picked it up, saying that he didn't like being too serious and that he only had the opportunity to wear a suit and tie when attending formal occasions.
She doesn't spoil anyone. She will send them to others whether they want it or not.
Last night, the tie was tied around both of her wrists all night long.
She couldn't help but wonder if the demands of letting snow fall in Shencheng were too harsh, which led to his mental disorder?
"Aren't you curious about the relationship between him and me?"
Pang Jingyu's provocative voice suddenly brought Luo Shu's wandering thoughts back to reality.
"Not curious."
Pang Jingyu naturally didn't believe it: "What if I say that I have feelings for him that I shouldn't have?"
Luo Shu's frank gaze locked onto her, and she replied decisively, "Then you can just snatch him away."
Pang Jingyu smiled seriously: "There are no outsiders here, you don't have to pretend to be free and easy."
Unconsciously, Luo Shu had taken the lead. She tapped the paper cup with her nails intermittently. "To be honest, I've been a little annoyed with him these past few days. You told me to keep it real, and I really can't say anything like 'Please don't break us up' in good conscience. I know his face around the opposite sex better than you do. Oh, and I met your fiancé once. He's so extravagant at his age, but I didn't expect him to be so extravagant. Since it's not true love, I kindly advise you to find a new husband. Find someone younger and more prestigious than him. If you need a place to hold your wedding in the future, please feel free to contact me."
The corners of Pang Jingyu's mouth twitched wildly. He really didn't play by the rules.
She feigned composure, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Actually, Fang Qingzhuo and I have nothing to do with each other. On the contrary, I hate him to death. To this day, I've never met a man as uneducated as him. He's ruthless, vicious, and ruthless, and there's nothing I can do about him. After being humiliated by him, I even thought for a while that I wasn't attracted to men. It took me several years to regain my sexual orientation."
Fifty-four minutes and nine seconds had passed since leaving get off work, and Luo Shu's impatience was evident: "Did you go to all that trouble to see me today just to share your sexual history?"
"Of course not."
After tearing off the mask of disguise, Pang Jingyu's face turned harsh. "I heard from a friend that Fang Qingzhuo fell into the hands of a woman. I came here today just to join in the fun. First, I wanted to see what this woman looks like, and second, I hope you can deal with him well. If I'm satisfied, I'll consider not terminating the contract, and also..."
"I don't."
Pang Jingyu tutted at her fickleness: "Didn't you just say you were annoyed by him?"
"Well, it's true that I dislike him, but I'm also a protective person." Luo Shu replied with a harmless smile, but her lips seemed to be covered in arsenic. "Let's talk about the matter at hand. Fang Qingzhuo doesn't have much manners, because his manners are only for well-educated people. If you haven't done anything out of line, he wouldn't bother wasting his time with you."
During this time, Fang Qingzhuo's message popped up no less than ten times on the phone that was placed flat on the table with the silent mode turned on.
Luo Shu patted her butt and stood up. "Since you've decided to terminate the contract, you're no longer our VIP client. So far, I've already served you an extra hour. According to our regulations, overtime pay starts at three times the normal rate. Please settle the consulting fee first. I'm leaving get off work now. Bye!"
Pay back the consulting fee, triple the amount!
Pang Jingyu was so furious that he could do nothing but stomp his feet as he pointed at the receding figure. It was true, it was true that there were two different people sleeping in the same bed.
After getting out of the elevator, Luo Shu stretched her numb shoulders and neck, and walked out of the office building while replying to the message.
Unlike the deserted days in the past, today's commute home from get off work is crowded with people. Could it be that everyone is working overtime on the first day after the holiday?
Suddenly, a white particle fell on the screen of her mobile phone which was displaying the temperature in degrees Celsius, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a small pool of transparent water droplets.
Is this a snowflake?
For the first time ever, she stood there in a daze, looking up amid the noisy crowd.
The scattered emotions of the past are slowly gathering together, and the city that only sees falling leaves is now snowing.
In the halo of the street lamp, white snow fell from the night sky, flashing dazzling light.
The whole street became bustling because of the sudden snowfall.
As if guided by something, Luo Shu suddenly looked straight ahead, and sure enough, she found several special vehicles parked on the side of the road and a creator-like man slowly walking towards her ten meters away.
A feeling of satisfaction tinged with warmth quickly filled her heart. This wasn't real snow, but a carefully designed dream.
Some people were laughing and playing, some were holding up their mobile phones in amazement to record this grand artificial snow scene, and some were staring at each other for a long time through the falling snowflakes.
There is no snow in Shenzhen, but there is a light thriving of the grass.
End of article (October 18, 2025)
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