"You're just too busy," Godmother snatched the phone away, "so busy that no one cares about anyone else."
After being scolded by his godmother again, Ouyang had no choice but to go out and look for Xia Yue himself.
At the entrance of Building A, she saw Xia Yue coming out with the company staff. She didn't go up directly. After they said something and the others left, she walked over and said, "Xia Yue, I'm sorry, I forgot it was your birthday yesterday."
"It's just a birthday, nothing special."
"Well, let's go to the supermarket and buy some hot pot ingredients, then go home and have hot pot, just to celebrate your birthday."
Xia Yue paused, thought for a moment and said, "That's fine."
As a native of Chongqing, Xia Yue has extremely high requirements for hot pot. All ingredients must pass his discerning eye before they can be put into the cart.
She was also responsible for buying some fruits and some wine.
In order to make up for her negligence yesterday, Ouyang specially bought a longevity peach from a century-old store, which is in line with Chinese traditional customs.
Xia Yue loves to talk about various origins, from hot pot to Sichuan River boat songs, full of nostalgia for Chongqing.
During the meal, Xia Yue, who had drunk some wine, dared to speak the truth: "Ouyang, do you know how sad I was when my brother took you away? You don't understand that feeling at all."
"Uh..." She was also a little drunk.
"Brother has really paid a lot for you, and it hurts me to see it." "But, as for me, I just can't accept it." "I like you, I like you." He hugged the bottle and kissed it, "Why have you become smaller?" "Ouyang, I just want you to notice me, is it really that difficult?" "Ouyang, if you don't like me, I will go to Chongqing, find a simple woman, and live a plain life." "But, I just can't accept it, I can't accept it."
Ouyang went to the bathroom, vomited for a long time, and then returned to his room.
Xia Yue cried alone. To him, on one side was the woman he loved most, and on the other were his beloved family. He could do nothing, so he might as well leave. His house wasn't actually being renovated; he'd already bought it. He thought of returning home and building a manor on the banks of the Yangtze River, like in foreign countries, with everything he needed, enjoying the gifts of nature.
Birthdays are actually not important to him at all. What is important is that when a feeling becomes less pure, one wants to get more. But in fact, if one does not get any response from the one he loves, it will be a fatal blow.
That day, when Ouyang woke up, the living room had been tidied. On the table sat a piece of paper with a few words written on it: "Ouyang, breakfast is ready, remember to eat." She looked out at the sunlight, recalled what had happened the previous night, and felt a surge of worry. So she called him, but no one answered. She flipped through the names in her phone book, but besides her godfather, godmother, and Jin Lu, she couldn't find Xia Yue through anyone.
She shuffled her shoes and knocked on the door of her next-door neighbor.
"What's up?"
Ouyang lived next door to a geek who loved playing games. In her memory, Xia Yue's friendship with him was more than that of an ordinary friend. That was because one day, when she was exiting the elevator, she noticed that Xia Yue had delivered red wine she bought from the supermarket to her neighbor more than once.
When the neighbor next door opened the door, Ouyang saw how simple the living room was. Apart from two small sofas, there were some various candles and some T-shirts placed everywhere.
"You have a good relationship with Xia Yue?"
The other party looked at her suspiciously, as if seeing a strange person: "What do you want to say?"
"Well, I can't contact him now," she said, a little embarrassed. "Do you know where he is?"
"Did you have a fight?" The other person looked at her with a regretful expression.
She hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should tell him what happened a few days ago, but just as she was hesitating, the other party invited her into the room.
"Come in and talk."
Ouyang followed him into the living room. They sat side by side, facing each other. The other raised her eyebrows and looked at Ouyang. She felt uncomfortable being stared at, so she had to speak first: "Do you know where he is now?"
"We've only known each other for a few days," the other person said, "and our feelings aren't that deep."
She felt that what he said made sense, and tapped her thumb with her index finger: "Since you don't know, I won't bother you anymore."
"Wait a minute," the other person stopped her, "You're too impatient," the other person said, a little unhappy, "I haven't finished what I'm saying yet."
"I'm sorry." His sudden seriousness made her look at him with new eyes. At least he wasn't as unpopular as she had imagined.
"Although we haven't known each other for long, I think I still know him relatively well." He stood up and went to the study, where he took a business card and handed it to Ouyang. "He took the same business card from me."
Ouyang took a look and saw that it was a private house custom designer.
"I think he went back to find his."
Ouyang took the address and thought about finding this person as soon as possible.
The neighbor behind said, "If you don't love him, don't go looking for him." But Ouyang had already gotten on the elevator and didn't hear what he said at all.
When Ouyang arrived at the address on the business card and found the person on the business card, the other party told her that Xia Yue was already on the way to the airport.
"Do you know where he is going?" Ouyang asked.
"He said he was going back to his hometown," the other party looked at the blueprint on the desk, "probably going back to build a farm."
"Farm?" She didn't know what Xia Yue was thinking. "What farm?"
The other party showed them the blueprint and said: "His idea is indeed good. It depends on whether we can get a good piece of land."
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