Chapter 63: Mr. Shen, more than a hundred years, is not as good as seeing him once.
The famous French writer Camus once said: Spending two years to figure something out is not actually a waste of life.
Luo Shu thought that it wouldn't be a waste for her to use the fifth year to forget someone.
It’s the summer solstice in June, a rare cloudy day, a rare day off.
In a bar hidden away in the city, old friends gather together for a rare gathering.
"Please enjoy your special blend."
The bartender handed over two drinks, sprinkled the alcohol and lit a lighter. Suddenly, a ball of blue and yellow flames ignited on the bar. With a snap of his fingers and another flick, as if by magic, a dazzling firework with the starlight of the Milky Way was emitted.
As a result, Tang Tang's uncontrollable screams and applause continued to ring out.
This is also the reason why Luo Shu appeared in this bar.
She thought she would meet someone she knew, after all, Shenzhen is not that big, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon. She ran into Tang Tang less than half a month after she came back, and it was also an opportunity for her to get a job.
Tang Tang took a few photos with satisfaction and posted them on WeChat Moments, holding up a beautiful glacier blue cocktail: "Luo Shu, do you remember the time when we were hanging out at the school bar?"
Holding the bottom of the glass, he tilted it to clink it with his old friend. "You too, you didn't even say hello when you went to Zurich, and you didn't even tell me you were back in Shenzhen. If I hadn't been at a friend's wedding, I wouldn't have run into you."
"I'm just here to help. I won't be staying long." Luo Shu shook the mint water with a large ice cube. She took a sip, but the taste was too strong, so she put it back on the bar. "I thought you were no longer in Shenzhen."
"Well, I've been working in Shenzhen since my internship." Tang Tang took a quick look at the bar sign. "By the way, why are you looking for a job in wedding planning? I thought you were going into game design or something related to animation special effects."
"It was just an accident." As a courtesy, Luo Shu also took the opportunity to ask about her work, "What about you? Where do you work?"
"I'm at Fang..." Tang Tang suddenly realized something and stopped himself from speaking. "I'm working as a front-end developer at a senior's gaming company."
The speaker may have no intention, but the listener took it to heart. The straw that Luo Shu was using to stir the ice cubes suddenly stopped, and her breath kept running up and down in her chest, and her throat was blocked by a lingering chill.
"Pretty good." She commented absentmindedly, tactfully not continuing the topic. "Where are the others?"
"Others?" Tang Tang tilted her head and tentatively repeated her question.
Luo Shu seemed not to hear her hidden meaning and said with a smile, "Those old people in the student union."
"Oh." Tang Tang licked the wine stains from the corner of his mouth. "We had a party not long ago. Cheng Xinyu went back to her hometown to develop her career. Duan Ran went back to China a while ago. I heard that he co-founded a technology company abroad."
What followed was a meaningless and awkward chat. Noticing Luo Shu's awkwardness, Tang Tang made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
As she left, Luo Shu's mask of pretending to be calm was temporarily removed, and her empty and unfocused eyes fell on the background wall of the wine cabinet opposite, which was filled with a wide variety of wines. The atmosphere in the bar was relaxed, with no clinking of glasses or high-pitched conversation. I don't know if the bar owner was an R&B fan, but he played several songs in a row, and the soothing melodies were lingering in the ears. Once the brain was empty, the past that she didn't want to recall had the opportunity to take over, like a flood or a locust.
Humans, as carbon-based creatures, always have a set of philosophies to excuse themselves, but they cannot redeem themselves with philosophy.
The phone in her pocket kept vibrating, and Luo Shu came back to her senses. It was work news from Xiaowen, an intern in the department. She had missed several calls before, but she didn't hear them.
[Sister, Mr. Shen is not satisfied with the plan and insists on changing it.]
Are you busy?
I gave him your contact information.
As soon as she said that, a friend request popped up on the screen. Not daring to slack off, Luo Shu decisively clicked to agree to the request.
I organized my words in the input box, but before I could send it, the scent of Zhang Yang's perfume wafted around me, with a strong scent of powder, a typical scumbag's scent.
"Hi, are you alone?"
She raised her eyes and saw a man with delicate features but wearing a flashy silk shirt with a black background and white patterns. The buttons were unbuttoned to his chest, and some lines could be vaguely seen, making him look like a male peacock spreading its tail.
Luo Shu was somewhat resistant to the stranger's approach and slowly kept a safe distance: "No."
The man didn't seem to care about the answer. He didn't choose to leave immediately, but sat down in a seat beside him, one elbow resting on the wooden bar. His narrow peach blossom eyes turned upwards. He glanced at the mint water in front of Luo Shu and waved his hand in a gentlemanly manner: "How can you come to the bar without drinking? I'll buy you a real whiskey cocktail."
When he said this, he looked lazy and his eyes were observing her intently.
After a brief exchange of glances, Luo Shu refused without changing her expression: "No, thank you."
The rejection was too quick, and the man was stunned: "No, it's so boring to be alone."
"My boyfriend will be back soon. It's not appropriate for you to sit here."
Unexpectedly, the man burst out laughing: "I saw it with both eyes. You sat here alone for at least ten minutes. How could your boyfriend let such a beautiful girlfriend wait here alone? Besides, the person with you was obviously a girl."
It's really hard to fool him. Luo Shu raised her chin and stared seriously at the man dressed in butterfly style in front of her. She sighed in her heart, he looks like a decent human being, but his aesthetic taste is too exaggerated. Could he be out to do that?
But Tang Tang clearly said this is a bar...
Seeing that Luo Shu didn't say anything, Gu Qin thought that she was embarrassed because her lie was exposed, so he prepared to take out his business card and introduce himself as the second young master of the Gu family.
Luo Shu looked at Gu Qin's actions and subconsciously knew that he was going to start introducing the business. In a hurry, she quickly pushed away the business card handed to her: "I don't need it."
Gu Qin was puzzled and continued to send her off: "Why don't you take a look first."
During the shoving, Luo Shu was half anxious and half angry. She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with this person. He had no sense at all and scolded him, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I don't need special services. Find someone else."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless eyes around him fell on the two of them. Most of the people being discussed were Gu Qin. It was nothing more than a question of how a good young man turned out to be that kind of person, and how he was rejected even after trying his best in business.
Gu Qin, who turned around, understood instantly. He was being treated like a duck. He looked at the onlookers around him and wondered how he, the Second Young Master Gu, had ever been criticized. He kept saying "I, I, I" for a long time without being able to explain why. Finally, he could only glare at the culprit angrily and fled to the box on the second floor.
The slam of the door was followed by a roar: "I'm so angry."
Hearing this, everyone in the box cast their gazes over. Guan Siqi, who was sitting on the single sofa, propped up his temples and teased, "What's going on? Who messed with our Second Young Master Gu?"
"Woman." Gu Qin sat down on the sofa, picked up the bottle of wine on the coffee table and drank it quickly, letting his mind be filled with the stunning figure under the lamp not long ago. He didn't like to talk nonsense and didn't look at people straight in the eye, but she was really pleasing to the eye. The raised corners of her eyes were full of charm, and even her hair was just right and captivating.
He did not forget to emphasize, "beautiful woman."
Guan Siqi raised his eyebrows: "Not bad, I have a romantic encounter right after returning to China."
Gu Qin scratched his hair in frustration, leaning back against the backrest. The dim light above his head was far less charming than the one downstairs. "I just ran into him downstairs, and thought I'd treat him to a drink after getting to know him."
Guan Siqi stopped mid-swing, crossing his legs. "And then what? Was he rejected outright?"
Gu Qin: "Being rejected is fine, but the key is that you misunderstood me."
The word "misunderstanding" piqued Guan Siqi's interest: "What did you misunderstand?"
Gu Qin gritted his teeth and said, "People treat me like a duck. What bad luck."
“…”
Guan Siqi laughed out loud in an unkind manner, and even Gu Yang, who was silent in the corner and pretending to be air, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly.
Dissatisfied with their inability to distinguish between good and bad, Gu Qin pouted and said, "No, I'm a dashing, handsome, and wealthy young master. How can they be similar? Huh? How can they be similar?"
Gu Yang mercilessly revealed the truth: "Don't mention it, you have that smell."
"Brother..." Gu Qin almost fainted, "You are still my cousin, how can you be so ungrateful to your family?"
Guan Siqi also agreed: "Just look at the way your shirt is buttoned. It would be strange if people didn't misunderstand you."
Gu Qin looked down at his wide-open neckline and half-exposed chest muscles. "Please, this is a Versace couture silk dress. You can question my character, but you are not allowed to question my aesthetics. Besides, this dress is so revealing. Girls nowadays like this style."
Guan Siqi: "You've been abroad for too long. This style isn't popular in China."
Gu Qin asked curiously, "Which one is it?"
"That's my style, brother." Guan Siqi teased him shamelessly.
"Tsk, not even as good as me." Gu Qin muttered softly.
"What are you talking about?" Guan Siqi clicked his tongue, picked up a strawberry and threw it over, but Gu Qin dodged it nimbly.
"So boring! Didn't we agree to come and discuss my brother's marriage? When will Brother Qingzhuo come?"
After these words were spoken, the place became unusually quiet. Even Gu Qin, who was slow to react, sensed something unusual. "Did you guys have a fight?"
Gu Yang remained silent, turning towards the darkening night outside the window: "Wait a little longer, he said he would come."
At the bar on the first floor, Tang Tang came back from the bathroom and saw a tall and thin figure leaving her seat angrily.
"Who is that person? Do you know him?"
"I don't know him." Thinking of the ignored Party A, Luo Shu hurriedly picked up her bag and patted Tang Tang's arm apologetically. "Tang'er, I'm sorry, I suddenly have work to deal with and can't drink with you. Let's make an appointment another day."
Hearing the name he hadn't been called for a long time, Tang Tang was stunned for a moment, then he smiled with relief: "Oh, slow down, Luo Shu, I'll see you off."
Outside the bar, Tang Tang watched the rumbling celestial phenomenon at night.
"It looks like it's going to rain again. It's hard to get a taxi here. I'll lend you an umbrella."
Luo Shu opened the taxi app and was about to tell Tang Tang who was running back that there was no need to go through so much trouble, but unexpectedly, trouble really came. Fortunately, she didn't reply to the message in time, and Mr. Shen on the other side directly called her.
The call was connected, but it was strangely quiet. Luo Shu tried calling out, "Mr. Shen?"
A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone, neither cold nor indifferent: "Yes, it's me."
Luo Shu brought her phone closer. "Hello, Mr. Shen. I'm Luo Shu, your custom wedding designer. We've got Ms. Zou's approval for this plan. What are you dissatisfied with?"
"I'm not satisfied with either of them." The other end distanced himself from the matter without pausing, "She is she, I am me. Besides, marriage is a matter between two people. Why should I put myself in a difficult position?"
But you didn't even utter a word when I asked you to make your request. Luo Shu finished her silent complaints but was still confused: "So what are your requests?"
"I've looked at the plan. The banquet stage is too small. It's such a big day, we have to invite some dancers to celebrate. There won't be many people, maybe a hundred or so. Let's make it bigger."
Luo Shu took a deep breath and said, "This stage is already the maximum limit of the hotel's venue. If you are not satisfied, the outdoors may be more suitable for you."
"Really?" Hearing her say this, the other party began to change his mind, "Then replace those tacky flowers for me."
"Except for the main flower, the Austin-shaped rose, which can't be changed too much, which other flowers would you like to replace with?"
The next second, a nonchalant voice drifted past my ears: "Well, which one do you like?"
Luo Shu didn't know the other party's intention. In her impression, Mr. Shen had never shown up since the contract was signed. Every time before the plan was finalized, he would jump out to express his objection, and he would be perfunctory and nitpicking between the lines. Moreover, this order had been passed around by many designers before it fell into her hands. The bride was also very strange. Not only was she not angry, but she let him do whatever he wanted. The overall feeling was like playing house with two children.
The wetness of my ankles became more and more obvious, and I looked up at the street scene where heavy rain had arrived.
"Since you said marriage is a matter for two people, my colleagues from the planning department have arranged to meet Miss Zou to discuss wedding matters tomorrow morning. I hope you can attend as well. What do you think?"
There was no immediate reply from the other party. There was a rustling noise, probably someone was playing a game. The rain was pouring down, and she finally heard a straightforward agreement: "Okay, see you tomorrow then."
This torrential downpour came unexpectedly, and pedestrians on the street were running for their lives and brushing against each other. There was only one exception, who was holding a black umbrella and walking slowly towards the bar. Luo Shu subconsciously looked over, and it wasn't because of the umbrella. If anyone was to blame, it was because he had a special ability that could instantly turn other people into insignificant supporting roles.
While I was stunned, the person had already walked up to me, only one step away.
The black clothes and black pants blended into the dark night, so low-key and silent. In contrast, the fingers holding the umbrella handle were particularly white, and the plain ring on the middle finger was even more dazzling.
The continuous raindrops hit the taut umbrella surface and also hit Luo Shu's heart, which had long been out of control.
Every drop that falls makes me tremble a little more.
The man seemed to sense something as the edge of the umbrella slowly moved upwards. Luo Shu held her breath and raised her eyes involuntarily. Under the dazzling neon lights, she was caught off guard by a face she hadn't seen for a long time. It was a face that would make anyone take a second look at it, but it happened to be paired with a pair of unapproachable eyebrows and eyes.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the umbrella was tilted a little. Luo Shu's long hair was blown away. Everything in the past rushed into her mind. She bit her trembling mouth desperately, and the phone that she didn't hang up in time slid down to her waist.
Like pressing the control switch of a program, the two of them faced each other, each taking one end and staring at each other, neither of them making the next move.
The hollow glass and retro wooden door behind him opened and closed as the guests came in and out. From time to time, one or two long pieces of music floated out, and a single gentle chant touched people's hearts.
"More than a hundred years is not as good as one visit."
The moisture hit her face, the rain seeped into her lips and into her rusty throat, and the coolness of the mint water spread to Luo Shu's limbs.
God is so unfair. Even though the memory is covered with dust, he is reluctant to let this face be mottled.
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The author has something to say: The second male lead changed his name, but it’s not really a change, it’s the original name [covering face]
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