Chapter 60: He Doesn't Remember Him
Chapter Sixty: He Doesn't Remember Him
As if by some strange twist of fate, she found a spot just right for him and sat down.
Then I heard Xu Xiangbai's complaints.
The young master, naturally detached from worldly concerns, couldn't understand it at all. "Seriously, Brother Jing? How can you eat this kind of bland food in this kind of environment?"
Young Fu Yanjing's voice was clear and pleasant. He emphasized his nonchalance and made a pointed remark, "I didn't grow up drinking dew, and I don't have your golden stomach."
Xu Xiangbai strongly disagreed with his statement, "Come on, my housekeeper makes all sorts of delicacies and you haven't touched a single bite. I'm the one who's enjoying it to the fullest. Who can be as picky as you?"
A short while later, the nearly seventy-year-old boss brought over a bowl of noodles.
Later, Wen Jin also figured out that clear soup noodles with shredded cucumber were his favorite combination.
Amidst the rising steam, Fu Yanjing, with his slender, bamboo-like hands, held disposable chopsticks, picked up a few, and ate them slowly and elegantly.
Xu Xiangbai noticed that he hadn't frowned at all the whole time, and his expression was almost completely blank.
Suddenly intrigued, someone wondered, "Could this be some kind of hidden delicacy?"
Xu Xiangbai was drawn in and ordered a bowl as well.
But after only two bites, she found it too bland to swallow. "Brother Jing, I really can't eat anymore. I admire you."
Fu Yanjing wiped his hands with an air of superiority, stood up, and left without forgetting to give Xu Xiangbai a look as he did so, saying, "A wild boar can't eat fine chaff."
Xu Xiangbai: ? ? ?
He got up and rushed to catch up with Fu Yanjing, but there were too many people at the moment. Xu Xiangbai was tripped by someone and lost control of his body, almost falling on Wen Jinye.
The moment Xu Xiangbai knocked the vintage tables and chairs askew, Wen Jin opened her eyes wide in fear.
For a moment, I wondered if this was punishment for her eavesdropping.
But the imagined scene of chaos and war did not occur.
A slender yet strong arm grabbed Xu Xiangbai's school uniform collar just in time.
Wen Jin was still in shock.
Xu Xiangbai was also startled.
He turned around and gave a fake thank you, "Brother Jing, you saved my life, damn it."
He glanced at Xu Xiangbai, not recognizing Wen Jinye, and said, "Apologize to him."
Xu Xiangbai smiled and didn't take it to heart. He glanced at the Jiangbei No. 1 Middle School uniform that Wen Jin was wearing and said, "Sorry, female classmate."
She put her arm around Fu Yanjing's shoulder and walked away.
Wen Jin watched as the light, even its silhouette, shone brightly in the mortal world.
I just felt a little empty inside.
She had imagined many times the scene of seeing him and mustering up the courage to thank him sincerely.
However, one thing was overlooked.
He... doesn't remember himself at all.
It's like casually feeding a stray kitten on the roadside without even noticing its markings.
*
Later, Wen Jin also ate at that noodle shop many times.
After living as an outsider for so many years, the little girl, who used to be a picky eater and only ate properly when coaxed by her mother, has long since become a woman who eats both meat and vegetables.
They eat whatever they are given.
Eating leftovers is a common practice.
But when she sat down in that noodle shop, the nearly seventy-year-old owner smiled and asked her what kind of noodles she wanted.
She couldn't help but follow Fu Yanjing's preferences and habits, and blurted out—
"Clear broth noodles with shredded cucumber."
Fu Yanjing was tired of eating delicacies and probably wanted something light to change things up.
Asking too many questions leads to more mistakes.
Wen Jin hesitated for a moment, then simply told the driver, "Go to Wensong Road."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yanjing raised an eyebrow but did not refute it.
On Wensong Road, the lights shone brightly, and shadowy figures moved about.
The black Bentley struggled to move, stopping and starting repeatedly.
In the end, it stopped on the side of the road.
The driver was somewhat incredulous at how down-to-earth the place was. "Mr. Fu, would you like to dine here?"
After all, this place seemed so out of place for Fu Yanjing.
The driver scratched his head, hesitating to speak, "This place..."
Fu Yanjing chuckled and lazily instructed, "Just wait here."
He hadn't been to a place like this in a long time.
The last time he came was when he was about to graduate from high school. His family sent a private plane and notified the flight route in advance to pick him up.
After packing his things, when his father's assistant asked him if there was anything else he wanted to take back, he thought for a moment and came here to eat one last bowl of noodles.
Fu Yanjing was very curious about what Wen Jin would bring him here to eat.
Without saying a word, he followed Wen Jin and walked side by side.
The handsome man and beautiful woman were so eye-catching that passersby kept turning their heads to look at them.
Fu Yanjing didn't care much about the stares, but walking on the narrow road, the close proximity of shoulders made him very uncomfortable.
The dull smell of sweat mixed with unknown perfume and the aroma of food from various roadside stalls wafted straight into my nose.
His brow was barely furrowed, but he was very well-mannered and showed no sign of complaint.
But Wen Jin could sense it.
She was somewhat dazed and suddenly regretted bringing Fu Yanjing to this kind of place.
The person who can sit here and slowly finish a bowl of vegetarian noodles is eighteen-year-old Fu Yanjing.
As time goes by, many things change.
Just like their initial distance, perhaps it was just a school, with the corridor connecting the second and third year high school sections.
That distance was only physical; sometimes, even when she stood by the classroom window, she could see Fu Yanjing's figure leaning against the corridor, lazily basking in the sun.
The light shone on him, and golden dust danced in the air.
But later, after Wen Jin recklessly plunged into his world, she realized:
Their distance can no longer be measured in units of length.
It is separated by unseen mountains and seas.
"If you don't like it, we'll leave."
Fu Yanjing showed no emotion, displaying a calm and accepting attitude, "Since we're already here..."
Until Wen Jin also led him into that noodle shop that existed in his memory.
After not seeing him for many years, the boss did not recognize him at first glance.
He came over with an old menu as usual and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Wen Jin pointed to a spot with her fingertip, almost subconsciously, "Two bowls of clear soup noodles with cucumber shreds."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Jin was stunned and somewhat regretful.
After all, Wen Jin had never seen anyone eat clear soup noodles like this before.
She lowered her eyes, pretending to be nonchalant as she returned the menu to the owner, deliberately avoiding Fu Yanjing's probing gaze.
Even more direct than Fu Yanjing's gaze was that of the boss himself.
This combination is not common, since the standard accompaniment to clear broth noodles here is bok choy, while cucumber shreds are mainly a side dish added to noodles with soybean paste.
The boss couldn't help but glance at Wen Jinye again.
She then looked at the man sitting next to Wen Jinye.
He was dressed in a sharp black suit, exuding an extraordinary air, and his face was strikingly handsome.
Their appearance is exceptionally good, a rarity.
Some vague memories were brought to light.
The shop owner suddenly became excited, shaking the menu and pointing at Fu Yanjing.
"I remember now! Didn't you often come to my noodle stall in high school?"
Fearing that Fu Yanjing might not remember, she added a detail, "There was also a very talkative boy of the same age next to you, who was also very handsome and wearing a blue and white school uniform?"
Fu Yanjing nodded. "Yes."
The boss naturally struck up a conversation with him, saying, "Young man, it's been a long time. You've grown even more handsome."
He looked Fu Yanjing up and down again with great seriousness. "Judging from your clothes and appearance, you must be doing well after graduation. You have a very elite air about you. I wish my grandson could be as successful as you."
"Is the woman next to you your girlfriend?"
—"Ex-girlfriend".
--"no."
Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.
Wen Jin was taken aback by Fu Yanjing's words. After a moment of surprise, she forced a smile and said again, "We are just ordinary friends."
The boss gave an awkward dry laugh; the relationships between young people were indeed beyond his comprehension.
He turned around and went back to cook noodles.
Fu Yanjing's thoughtful gaze fell on Wen Jinye.
Despite the size of Wensong Road, she led me to this store with perfect accuracy.
When the boss recognized her just now, there seemed to be no surprise on her beautiful face.
Thinking this, he said in a deep voice:
“Wen Jinye.”
"You investigated me?"
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