After saying goodbye to Shan Chong, nothing happened on the way back to the room. The little girl had a serious face and her lips were tightly pursed... until she got into the elevator. Inadvertently, Wei Zhi looked up at herself in the projection of the elevator mirror. At that moment, tears burst out for no reason like a flood with the gates opened.
She cried until the elevator reached her room and sat on the floor. With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened and Jiang Nanfeng stood outside the elevator...
Looking at the little girl curled up in the corner with her arms folded, she was too lazy to even say the four words "I knew it".
"Did anyone die?" she asked expressionlessly. "Is it worth your sadness? I wouldn't be convinced if no one died."
Jiang Nanfeng was really not surprised.
Wei Zhi has been a crybaby since she was little. She cries when she falls, cries when she receives notes from boys, cries when she gets 85 points on the primary school exam, cries when she gets 100 points, cries when there are setbacks, cries when there are no setbacks, cries and cries - the peak event was the day when the college entrance examination scores were released, she called Jiang Nanfeng and cried until she was out of breath, which scared the latter, who thought she forgot to write her name in a certain subject...
Later I found out that she scored 603 points.
In the three mock exams before the college entrance examination, her scores were 602, 601 and 608.
"No," Wei Zhi sobbed as he walked out of the elevator, looking quite distraught, "I just felt sad when I thought that the ski resort would be open tomorrow and operate normally, and that people would be able to continue skiing."
"..." Jiang Nanfeng naturally didn't quite understand her logic, and didn't want to ask. He reached out his hand and handed her a tissue while muttering, "On behalf of the owner of the ski resort, I would like to thank you for your sincere 'blessing'."
"Don't be mean. When you are in a bad mood, you will feel like crying when you think that the sun will rise again tomorrow."
"It's enough for you to know that your brain is not normal," Jiang Nanfeng rambled, "Did you go down to see your cheap master? Did you say goodbye properly this time? You won't be like before, your soul is not at home, right?"
Wei Zhi's voice was hoarse and nasal: "I wasn't absent-minded just now."
Jiang Nanfeng didn't want to listen to her nonsense: "So you said goodbye?"
"Um."
“Have you deleted your WeChat friends?”
"Why delete it?" Wei Zhi said, and when he mentioned his master, he sobbed again, and tears were about to flow out again, "I still want to find him to continue learning skiing."
"Don't you think he's a fraud?" Jiang Nanfeng asked, "Who was the one who was lying on the bed with the quilt in his arms cursing while deleting all the game videos stored on his phone at noon?"
Wei Zhi sniffed and spoke softly, looking harmless: "I heard from them in the park this afternoon that the scammers were charged 6,000 yuan per class."
Jiang Nanfeng: "And then?"
"He didn't take my money," Wei Zhi said, "If you don't take advantage of a good opportunity, you're a bastard."
Jiang Nanfeng: "..."
…
The second day.
The plane left a clear track in the blue sky and finally landed steadily in South City.
South City in November had just entered the season of fierce autumn heat. The moment the plane door opened, a heat wave swept in. The little girl curled up in her seat opened her eyes dazedly, and was caught off guard by the heat that covered her face.
Rubbing her eyes, she lifted the blanket covering her legs and looked out the window.
The scenery outside is blue sky and white clouds, the air is clear and fresh, and all you can see are green mountains and farmlands, with no trace of snow.
She turned on her phone and cancelled the flight mode. What caught her eye was the weather interface she had been looking at before boarding the plane. There was a big sun behind the South City sign, and the temperature was 31°C.
Right below South City is Zhangjiakou, Chongli District, with a temperature of -7°C and a snowflake icon.
It’s snowing again in Chongli.
Before I could think about it, my phone, which had just been connected to the Internet, became active, and unread messages on WeChat popped up one by one, from a few hours ago and a few minutes ago.
Two hours ago.
【Mom: Are we there yet? 】
[Mom: I have made an appointment with your Uncle Han and Aunt Zhang to have dinner together tonight.]
[Mom: Nanfeng's driver will pick you up soon. Go home and wash up first. Don't be sloppy. It will give people a bad impression.]
An hour ago.
【Dad: We are having dinner with the Han family tonight. Your mom made the appointment. It’s not my fault.】
Half an hour ago.
【Han Yiming: Have we arrived yet? 】
【Han Yiming: I have an appointment with a friend tonight, so I won’t go. Can you have dinner with your parents by yourself?】
【Han Yiming: Call me back when you arrive. 】
When I opened the WeChat interface, in addition to the private chats with these three people around me, there were also some WeChat groups that I hadn’t checked, where my friends were chatting nonsense…
And then nothing happened.
Scrolling down, Crayon Shin-chan's profile picture was still at the part where he asked her to go downstairs last night. Clicking on his profile picture and clicking into Moments, she saw that he had updated a post an hour ago.
This photo was taken while sitting on the cable car. It shows the snow field on the top of the mountain covered in white mist and heavy snow.
This circle of friends has no captions.
Taking a deep breath and turning off the video, Weizhi also felt a sense of unreality as if he had left the fairy tale picture book and returned to reality.
Out of her last stubbornness or some other strange thoughts, she did not delete the weather forecast for Zhangjiakou, but just exited all interfaces directly. At this time, she had not forgotten the unquestionable command from someone in WeChat, so she went to the call, then opened the address book, scrolled down to the middle, found the name "Han Yiming", and pressed the call button.
The phone beeped for a long time, but no one answered.
Wei Zhi also waited patiently until a cold female voice rang on the other end of the phone, "The number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please call back later."
There was no change in her facial expression, as if she was already used to this matter. The little girl even let out a long sigh, showing a hint of relief.
She locked her phone with a click, bent down to pick up her bag, and walked out of the cabin calmly amid the stewardess's smile.
…
Weizhi's small apartment is in a high-rise building in the center of Nancheng City.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon when she got home. She washed up in a hurry, not even taking off her hair. She bent over, turned on the computer, entered her account number and password, and logged into the website of a hybrid comic platform with black and white as the main color scheme. The screen flashed and jumped to the homepage of a work with a color cover.
The work is called "Eighteen Postures of Cultivation in Another World", and the author is Jizi De Zhai.
This work shows that the latest update time is ten days ago. Wei Zhi rolled the mouse wheel calmly and expressionlessly, and pulled it to the comment area——
Fan 1: It’s been ten days, where is the author!!!? My son was left soaking in a medicine barrel for ten days with semen and poison on his head?!
Fan 2: Don't worry, the author above, Azaitie is a slow drawer, normally she updates once every two weeks. I heard from other authors that she went out to play...
Fan 3: The person upstairs shocked my whole family, the author didn’t save any manuscripts during the serialization period and went out to play. Was it the Jade Emperor who gave the otaku the courage? ! ! ! !
Fan 4: Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu, come back soon, my son's penis is getting wrinkled from soaking in the bathtub! It won't be useful anymore! What should I do if the heroine is swollen?
Fan 5: You upstairs…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Fan 6: Fourth floor HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
…
(Ten million unread comments are omitted below.)
Wei Zhi curled the corners of his lips.
I touched the author's reception room and just typed a line of words, "Back! Updates will be made in the next two days!" Before I could send it, there was a hurried knock on the door from outside.
“…I’m here.”
She responded softly and scrolled back a page to return to the homepage. Weizhi went to open the door. When the door opened, a middle-aged woman with delicate makeup and formal clothes stood outside.
The two men met each other.
The woman saw the little girl standing behind the door. Her hair was still wrapped in a bath towel, and her face was unmade up. Her fair cheeks were flushed a peach-like pink because she had just finished a bath...
Her lips moved and she called out, "Mom."
Ms. Yang said "Oh" and squeezed in.
"I told you to hurry up. It's hard to make an appointment at that Japanese restaurant today. I barely got one at 5:30. It's almost 4 o'clock and you're still here without even blowing your hair!" She started chattering as she entered the room, walking around the room, "I wonder what you'll do if you run into a traffic jam during rush hour! How can you not know the seriousness of the matter... and you even have your computer turned on!"
Ms. Yang walked to the computer and took a look. On the screen was the website that Wei Zhi had not had time to close.
Before she could see the details, Wei Zhi came up and unplugged the computer.
"What was that just now?" Ms. Yang turned around and asked, "Why are there two cartoon characters in swimming trunks and bikinis hugging each other? They are so inappropriate! Can you just see this kind of thing on the Internet? You just got home without blowing your hair or putting on makeup, and you squatted here to see cartoon characters in swimming trunks hugging each other? Don't tell me that you usually draw these things at home, and tell me that you can make money——"
The way she spoke sounded like the firecrackers that are often lit during festivals, crackling and making a thousand noises.
Wei Zhi felt dizzy after hearing what she said.
I helped her onto the sofa, skipped her string of questions, and said, "Take a rest first. I'll be ready and out in a little while."
"If you're fixated on looking at the cartoon characters in swimming trunks, why don't you look at the men around you? Aren't those who can be seen and touched more real than paper figures?"
Ms. Yang sat down and stared at her daughter who was bending over and untying her hood not far away.
As the bonnet was removed, her dark brown curly hair fell, making the girl's already fair skin look even whiter. She stood there, not tall or thin, and had nothing in common with the figure of an international model...
But the good thing is that there is meat where it should be, and it is soft, so it is really not bad.
She has a good personality and has been very well behaved since she was little, except that she is a crybaby.
Strictly speaking, she is not unworthy of the son of the Han family.
After a self-evaluation and comparison, Ms. Yang's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she stood up and stared at Wei Zhi, "Did you call Han Yiming after you landed?"
“…”
"Weizhi, your mother is asking you a question."
"I called, but no one answered." Wei Zhi pursed her lips and said patiently, "Maybe he suddenly went into the operating room."
"That's fine, at least there's a missed call there."
Ms. Yang glanced at Wei Zhi, stood up, walked in, and tapped her sleepwalking daughter's forehead. "I'm not saying anything bad about you. When you were little, you followed Han Yiming and called him brother. When he went abroad, you cried for three days and three nights at the airport. How come you're like a fool now that he's grown up and finally returned home? Let me ask you, isn't Han Yiming a good person?"
“…”
Wei Zhi couldn't answer.
Her mother was trying to find out about Han Yiming again.
Han Yiming is the son of the Han family next door to Weizhi's family. He is five years older than Weizhi. The two grew up together and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are childhood sweethearts.
When he was a child, Weizhi was indeed very attached to him.
Later, when he was about to enter junior high school, as the Han family's business grew bigger, their family immigrated abroad. Little Weizhi was sad for a long time at that time, and even went to the empty yard next door to cry for a while during the holidays... But children have short memories, and the matter of "the little brother next door is gone" was gradually forgotten by her, and it was left unresolved. As time went by, she almost forgot the existence of this person.
It was only after I grew up and my parents were still around that I added them on WeChat, and we would occasionally greet each other and chat about our studies or the local customs and practices abroad.
The turning point happened in the past one or two years.
With the outbreak of the epidemic, the situation abroad became uncontrollable, and the Han family's business focus and projects moved back to China, so the family returned home.
At that time, the former neighbor was already 27 years old and had become an excellent surgeon. When he returned to South City, many large hospitals were eager to offer him jobs. Finally, he was hired by South City Third Hospital. In less than a year, he became the second-in-command of the department and had a bright future.
He is handsome and gentle, 1.82 meters tall, a second-generation rich man, and does not rely on his family. He shines in his own academic field and has a golden rice bowl that even hail cannot knock over.
From a hardware perspective, Han Yiming's conditions were enough for many unmarried doctors and nurses of similar age to keep paying attention to him as soon as he entered the Third Hospital... Those who were too old to make the appointment were willing to introduce their aunts, uncles, nieces, or cousins to him.
However, this good thing finally fell into the hands of the Wei family.
Since the two companies have maintained close ties over the years, Wei Zhi is also confused and is not shy about chatting occasionally. He even slipped his graduation thesis to Han Yiming to read.
then.
And now.
The girl who grew up under the eyes of Dr. Han is now at the age of marriage. At the same time, he returned to his country and the two families visit each other frequently.
This matter seems to be going smoothly.
Only Wei Zhi was confused.
After Han Yiming came back, most of the time when the two met, both parents were present and the two families ate together.
The two times they went out alone, Han Yiming was still like a brother, opening the car door for her, carrying her shopping bags, treating her to meals and movies, and wiping her hands with wet tissues when her hands got sticky from the popcorn...
But there was no more intimate action.
Every time she goes out alone, her mother's enthusiasm and satisfaction towards her increases. She even approved her to move out after the Chinese New Year this year. Wei Zhi really doesn't want to admit that she and Han Yiming are together...
Don't say there is not a single stroke of the word.
I'm afraid that pen has no ink at all.
Of course, this may also have something to do with her "passive sabotage".
...but she won't admit it.
Since ancient times, the young tame dye has been defeated by the heavenly descending system!
Have you heard of it?
Have you heard of it?
At her mother's enthusiastic urging, Weizhi blew her hair and put on light makeup, went to the underground parking lot on time at 5:10, and then climbed into her mother's black Mercedes-Benz G with an expressionless face.
Maybe the "person" I met today was slightly different, the car looked as clean as new after washing.
It was also a very tall car. Weizhi climbed in, fastened his seat belt, and subconsciously looked towards the driver's seat.
No strange lights were on on the dashboard.
The car key has sufficient battery.
Window...
"Why are you opening and closing that window? It's not broken." Ms. Yang started the car. "You're acting strange today. You used to complain and swear when you climbed into this car, asking me to change cars. Why are you so quiet today?"
Weizhi raised the half-lowered window expressionlessly.
"It's okay," Wei said, "Please drive faster. It's rush hour."
"I know. Don't rush me. You're the one who's dragging your feet, but you're the one rushing me." Ms. Yang muttered, "You're really lawless. You went to such a faraway place without saying a word. If Dr. Han hadn't told me that you went skiing in Zhangjiakou, I would have thought my daughter had disappeared—"
Her mother has a peculiarity, which is that she usually calls him "Han Yiming", but when she feels that things are going well, "Han Yiming" becomes "Dr. Han".
Although Wei Zhi suspected that what she wanted to call him most was "Han son-in-law".
"What part of this matter makes you happy?" Wei Zhi asked, "I evaporated from the world?"
"Hey, what's the matter? You're making trouble here again. Are you shy?" Ms. Yang said with a smile, "I didn't say anything to you. I just said that girls should not be kept at home. You have been away for so long without telling your mother, but you still remember to tell other men——"
“…”
Weizhi didn't say anything.
She was so upset that she told the man who was either in the operating room or on the way to the operating room that she was going out skiing for more than ten days?
She didn’t even post it on her Moments.
After thinking for a while, she opened Jiang Nanfeng's circle of friends and found that it was she who posted the clip of them drinking Coke together at the mountaintop ski resort. They had reserved a location: Zhangjiakou Chongli District, Mountaintop Ski Resort...
After all, he was still a rich kid. After returning to China, Han Yiming mainly played with the second generation of families with similar status. Jiang Nanfeng's brother Jiang Chao was one of them.
He probably saw Jiang Nanfeng's circle of friends on his phone and found out about this.
As for how he told Weizhi's family about Weizhi's whereabouts, looking at Ms. Yang's satisfied expression, he definitely did not honestly say "I saw Weizhi in Zhangjiakou on Jiang Nanfeng's circle of friends".
Thinking of this, Wei Zhi sneered.
…
At 5:30, we arrived at the Japanese restaurant which was said to be difficult to get a reservation at.
The Han couple were very polite. They had watched Weizhi grow up since she was a child, so they treated her almost like a half-girl. Weizhi felt very relaxed in front of them.
In addition, due to the transportation difficulties at the mountaintop ski resort, it is still a bit difficult to eat Japanese food with good ingredients.
So during this meal, Weizhi buried her head in her food, eating three servings of Arctic shrimps in a row, without being polite to her own mother at all.
When the phone rang, the two parents were already happily joking about which hotel they would set up the wine shop in the future under the influence of sake. Maeda choked on a piece of sushi and rolled his eyes...
She covered her lips with her soft hands, coughed a few times, lowered her head and frantically took out her cell phone. She glanced at the incoming call and just after she said "Hello", a giggle came from the other end of the phone -
"Weizhi! Han Ge has fallen down, come and pick him up!"
“…”
Wei Zhi silently looked at the table full of dishes that she had not had time to eat.
Put down your chopsticks.
"It was Jiang Chao. He said Han Ge was drunk at their bureau and asked me to go check it out."
"Oh my," Ms. Yang was the first to be surprised. "How could those brats from the Jiang family be so ignorant? Han Yiming is busy in and out of the operating room every day. I finally have a day off and don't even have time to have dinner with my family. They tricked me into drinking and got me drunk. How pitiful!"
Weizhi suffocated for two seconds.
"Yeah, Jiang Chao and the others are really too much, and Han Ge is also a soft-hearted person," the little girl smiled politely and said softly to the parents and elders present, "It's only a few o'clock now, he is really..."
He is really, really annoying.
I have that time to skip meals, why not go home and paint?
The hungry readers are still waiting for their dear Mrs. Ji Zi to update;
Dear Mrs. Thief, she has just landed on the ground and now she can't even eat her fill;
The male protagonist of Mrs. Jizi is still soaking in the bucket with the charm and poison on his head, and Jier is about to be wrinkled.
Is the male protagonist unsympathetic?
Am I not pitiable?
There's nothing to pity about a drunk man, bah.
The author has something to say: The second update is dropped.
After the return of the male second, the story here can be called "The story of the heartless, hypocritical cool doctor and his innocent erotic comic artist" or "Since ancient times, it has been impossible to be tamed by a child as good as a childhood sweetheart sent from heaven. You are not as sweet as the king in the ice and snow fairy tale."
To avoid misunderstanding, I will explain again that this is just for contrasting the atmosphere, the plot is not long.
New progress has been opened, and the text has been updated.