Chapter 172 Thousand Mountains
The pianist was stunned, but he didn't let go. "You only sent flowers but didn't see the person. Is your boyfriend a fairy godmother?"
The girl is a junior in the Chinese Department. In addition to the art troupe, she is also active in the debate club. The orchestra’s summer training just ended not long ago, and she is very familiar with Su Xia.
As soon as the other party finished speaking, she rolled her eyes to the sky and vowed to help her senior sister argue to the end.
After being poked by the girl and whispered "You go", Su Xia thanked her, squeezed through the bustling crowd, and walked to the door.
There are many famous schools in the neighborhood.
The bar also serves coffee and light meals during the day, and has a subtle college vibe. However, it suddenly becomes noisy after nightfall, with rugby games playing on the high screens and the place bustling with people chatting, laughing and cheering.
Su Xia has never been keen on such occasions. After being forced to socialize for half an hour, she felt exhausted and a little overwhelmed.
She wrapped herself in her coat, picked up her bag and walked out the door.
The winter in Boston is longer than that in Beijing.
Before the middle of October, the maple trees along the entire street had lost their last bit of green, and the night wind blew, turning the ground into a golden and red color.
Su Xia turned on the navigation on her phone and prepared to go back to the hotel first. She would then go to a few small shops on the corner to buy some small gifts for He Miao and some roommates.
But before he had gone far, he was stopped by a young man's voice, "Su Xia?"
In a foreign country, away from the small world of the art troupe, it is inevitable that you will feel dazed when hearing your mother tongue.
What's more, it is the highly recognizable Hong Kong Mandarin.
Hearing hurried footsteps beside him, Su Xia turned around.
The boy still looked the same as I remembered, tall and with a row of neat, bright white teeth, like a native Chinese boy.
"It's really you."
Liang Zhuoqian's face was filled with surprise. "I was in such a hurry when I left high school that I didn't even bother to ask for your contact information. How many years have we not seen each other?"
Su Xia calculated, "Not even three years?"
"That was a really long time."
Liang Zhuoqian laughed, "My dad hasn't been offline yet. At the end of last year, he moved without even discussing it with me. He first moved and then opened a branch office in Jiangcheng, hoping to be closer to Ms. Su."
"I've told him many times that infatuation is only true when someone is interested in you. If you make such a big fuss, Ms. Su might call the police."
Su Xia was amused by him, "My mother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart, how could that be possible?"
After she left home to go to college, Su Xiaojuan couldn't adapt for a long time.
No matter how busy he is at the company, he still feels empty without his daughter by his side, and he asks her to video call him every day to let him know he is safe.
The world is so big, but she will never grow up in her mother's eyes.
Until now, when Su Xiaojuan sees her occasional posts on WeChat Moments about staying up late to work overtime, she will still silently comment, "Don't do it anymore." In private messages, she directly points the finger at her eighty-cent internship salary and asks if she can afford to buy her two months of rest so that she can eat on time and sleep well.
No matter how curious Su Xia was about whether her mother was in a relationship, she tried hard not to ask.
When he went home for the New Year, when there was occasionally a skit about a reunited family on TV, he would pretend to accidentally rub against Su Xiaojuan, glance at the woman, and hand her a half-peeled orange with both hands.
"Mom, if you want to talk about your boyfriend, just talk about it."
"It doesn't matter if he's richer than you, an old man or a young hunk, or handsome or not, as long as he treats you well, I'm willing to do it."
She hummed, her words entwined with meaning, "I definitely won't care, I won't ask a single question, and I won't rush to my uncle, brother, or younger brother to force him to leave you."
"How old are you and you're still my younger brother?" Su Xiaojuan laughed angrily.
Su Xia blinked her eyes and said, "Beautiful lady, you have no idea of your own charm."
"Yeah."
The woman raised her eyebrows and put a slice of orange into her mouth. "But I know all your little tricks."
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Su Xiaojuan's life is her own, and Su Xia has no intention of matchmaking.
At this moment, she was very restrained and did not reveal too much information to the son of her mother's rumored boyfriend. The topic went around in circles and finally came back to themselves.
The wind was strong near the intersection, so Liang Zhuoqian led her to stand under the eaves.
"Boston is pretty safe, but it's best not to hang around outside at night. I'll call a taxi to take you home first."
The boy was very familiar with the place and was just the right amount of considerate.
Su Xia didn't refuse, "Then let's go together."
Liang Zhuoqian was quite regretful, "I'm not done yet today, I have to meet with the boss later, he will take me away."
He studied finance.
The business programs at Ivy League schools are more challenging than each other. With a family background like Liang Zhuoqian's, it shouldn't be difficult for him to get in touch with senior management early on.
The two of them were not very familiar with each other in the past, and the topic should have ended there, but the taxi did not arrive for a long time.
Only pedestrians occasionally passed by on the narrow street, and the silence was a bit awkward.
Su Xia continued the topic of work and asked, "Is the financial internship very busy?"
When these words came out, Liang Zhuoqian looked quite surprised, and it took him a while to recover.
"Working in finance doesn't give me much sense of accomplishment. I'm starting a business with a friend and just got a new round of investment today."
The young master was well-educated, so he was praised for a few words. He immediately raised his hands in surrender, "Ah, it's not mainly my credit. Our team's skills are too strong. I can only play a supporting role at most."
Su Xia didn't think much about it, "Your classmate from the same school?"
During the conversation, Liang Zhuoqian kept observing her expression.
I don’t know if it’s because the boss still remembers the hug I gave him that year, but he was so stingy that he never even mentioned it to Su Xia.
Or is it true as the rumors say, that the young lovers who had not been together for long had not spoken to each other for two years and had long forgotten each other.
The more natural Su Xia acted, the more he didn't know how to respond. Just as he was about to try a few more words, the dim road in front of him suddenly lit up.
A black Audi slowly approached and stopped in the nearest open space.
The car lights went out and a man got out of the driver's seat.
The wind blew the maple leaves down, and the tall young man, wearing an open windbreaker, walked closer and closer to her.
The street lights are dim, illuminating the people passing by bit by bit.
He was thinner than he appeared in the camera, with neat black hair, sharp features, narrow and shallow eyes, and tightly drawn thin lips. His gaze was cold, yet intensely focused.
Su Xia stood there in a daze.
She seemed to have lost all her ability to speak in an instant, and could only look up at him blankly.
Xu Jiqing has grown up well.
Xu Jiqing was completely different from any frame in her memory.
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