Leaving the teenage years and reaching marriageable age, whether it is the constant urging of people around or the brainwashing of oneself, people always tell themselves -

Oh, it's time to get married, right? Then just find someone who is suitable and of equal status to marry! There are not so many earth-shaking love stories in this world. Most people just live an ordinary life and follow the rules.

Zeng Wei also thought so, and didn't even doubt the logic behind it.

Just like after kindergarten you should receive nine years of compulsory education, after high school you should study hard to get into university, and from a young age you should listen to your mother and be a worry-free child.

Just do what you need to do, and get married when it’s time to get married…

Look, everything is so natural.

But on this day, she was suddenly awakened from her deep dream as if by a sudden blow.

original.

She has such a narrow vision.

When people reach their twenties, thirties, or even older, there are actually more people who live an ideal life of freedom rather than forcing themselves to accept a given life.

Have one or two true hobbies, and a group of three or five compatible friends. Go to the places you want to go, eat the food you want to eat, and see the scenery you want to see.

It is never age that determines where a person goes, how far he goes, and how much he does.

Life is not easy.

Perhaps before this, you have been a pig, cow or sheep for several lifetimes, and have suffered a lot. Finally, you have gained the opportunity to reincarnate as a human being and come to this world with your head held high... How can you go against your original intention and squander such a precious opportunity that is hard to come by?

She has no objection to marriage.

It’s not that I’m unwilling to form a family.

But she suddenly realized that she hadn't really met the person who could give her the courage to commit her life to him.

Before this, any compromise would be irresponsible to yourself and the other person.

So when she had her foot in the door, she backed off and chose to escape.

If this is also willful——

Wei Zhi's willfulness comes as it comes.

She does not regret the decision.

…

I ran home and immediately closed the door and locked it from the inside.

The little girl leaned against the door, panting, her fair face flushed with excitement and agitation, and a bit flustered, as if she had done something earth-shattering.

...It is indeed a world-shaking event.

She blinked, took out her cell phone, and without hesitation swiped away dozens of missed call notifications, turned on airplane mode, and connected to WiFi. She did the same thing in one go, as if she had practiced it hundreds of times.

As soon as I entered WeChat, there were missed voice messages from all over the place. There were more than a dozen voice messages from Ms. Yang alone, and each one was 60 seconds long.

It can be seen that she has a strong desire to tell stories.

I picked one of them at random with a frown on my face, and immediately the phone rang with the roar of a middle-aged lady who could hardly control her emotions.

"Have you lost your mind?!"

This opening curse made Weizhi's neck shrink. She was sure in an instant that she couldn't listen to it for the time being. She decisively tapped the voice message again, pressed pause, then exited the chat interface and quickly cleared the chat history with the current user.

………………If you can’t hear it, it doesn’t exist.

She took a long breath, her heart still pounding, and with shaking hands she searched for her friend’s WeChat profile picture.

[Girl Ji: I officially announce that I have run away from marriage. ]

Jiang Nanfeng's reaction was very quick, as if he had been holding the phone and waiting for this second for a long time.

【Ginger Juice: Am I the first person to be notified? 】

[Girl: Yes. Although I think that during the time I was running home, everyone in the world should have known about this.]

【Ginger Juice: Yes, look at this "picture".】

Jiang Nanfeng sent a picture, which was a screenshot of the chat interface between Wei Zhi and her. If one had to find something different in this picture, it would be that the comment she left for ~ Wei Zhi had changed from the ordinary "jiji" to "the princess on the run from the marriage graveyard."

【Girl:……】

[Ginger Juice: So, Your Highness, the world's number one princess, what are you going to do next? You are not naive enough to think that this matter will just end like this, right?]

[Ginger Juice: I heard that the two of you have had quite in-depth discussions. My brother saw a hotel wedding flyer in Han Yiming’s office drawer last time.]

[Girl: Well said. Of course I won’t just let it go.]

[Girl Ji: So before the incident is settled, I am going to run away. ]

【Ginger Juice: Well, you are really promising. Where are you going? 】

【Girl Ji: Run away to Xinjiang. 】

[Ginger Juice: It’s far enough, and it’s vast enough, and it can be divided into the southern part and the northern part... Before your mother thinks about buying a murderer to kill your relatives, she has to guess which half you are going to - you are really the smartest person in the world. ]

【Girl:……】

[Girl: Stop joking! Serious! ]

【Ginger Juice: Okay, I'm going to be serious now! 】

【Ginger Juice: Let me ask you this without any malice, Madam Otaku, when you went to Xinjiang this time, did you think about the readers who relied on you to update a few pages to survive? After all, it has only been less than a month since you resumed updating, and now you have stopped updating again? If the readers don't kill you, the editor will not let you go either. It's fine if you run away from your marriage, but you are also running away from updating?】

[Girl Ji: …………………Running away to Xinjiang with a board in your arms? ]

【Ginger Juice: That’s fine.】

【Ginger Juice: Take me with you, or this rotten stall of yours might become mine. 】

[Ginger Juice: To be honest, my brother is knocking on my door loudly outside right now. I have quietly put on my headphones and climbed into bed. If he breaks in later, I will pretend to be asleep in a second.]

[Girl: Okay, I’ll take you! I’ll take you!]

【Ginger Juice: You go first. I'll come find you after I finish the work I'm doing.】

【Ginger Juice: There is one more thing, and I am asking this without any malicious intent. The other day I happened to see Lao Yan’s short video account on the short video platform. He posted some videos… Anyway, that group of people are also in Xinjiang. You can tell me that this is a coincidence, but I don’t believe it anyway.】

[Girl: ...What do you want to say! ]

【Ginger Juice: Hehe, if your mother knew that you went to Xinjiang for another man instead of escaping from life, maybe your blood pressure would drop a little?】

Weizhi was about to refute her and say that she was talking nonsense. Her shocking escape today was due to the awakening of human self-consciousness and had nothing to do with any man.

She had just typed halfway when someone knocked on her door, as if Jiang Nanfeng's words were a curse.

"Emperor, open the door."

A deep male voice sounded, but not much emotion could be heard.

The human self-conscious person's hand trembled, and the phone fell directly to the ground, hitting her right big toe. She screamed in pain, wanting to scream but not daring to.

I could only cover my mouth, squat on the spot, and beat my chest with one hand while rubbing my right big toe with the other hand. The most hateful thing was that the knocking sound behind me was like a death curse that never stopped...

Enough to drive people crazy.

Wei Zhi limped back to the door, squatted behind it, and listened silently for five minutes. She was sure that if she didn't say anything, the community security guard who was dedicated to protecting the safety of the area would come up, so she sighed and said, "Han Yiming, you can go now."

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly.

After a while, voices were heard outside.

Through the door, it sounded muffled, and the tone was obviously not that domineering, with a little bit of coaxing: "Xiaozhi, you open the door first, okay? I promise not to do anything."

Although Han Yiming may not tell the truth about two out of ten things he says, he rarely lies to Weizhi.

It could also be that he simply didn't bother lying to her.

After all, no matter what he said before, she would never refute or resist, and accepted it all. It didn't matter whether she listened or not, in short, there was no "no" at all.

At this moment, she was not worried about him lying about "what he had done", but she was also very conflicted.

After all, they were playmates who grew up together, and it was because of her ambiguous attitude that the two families came to this point.

Now she suddenly turned hostile, and he was publicly declared by her "I don't want to be trapped with him" in front of everyone... To be honest, Dr. Han is at least a high-level intellectual, a golden bowl and a sea turtle, and one of the young and promising people in South City -

After being treated so coldly by her, it was really well-mannered of him not to come to her door with a rifle and shoot.

He grasped at the air with his hands weakly, and after some mental struggle, Wei Zhi opened the door for him.

………………………………It’s open, but not completely open.

The door opened a crack, and the little girl stood behind the crack, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes.

stare--

stare.

As expected, the man outside the door did not break in. With the light behind him, Wei Zhi could only guess from his flat and rising chest that he was in a stable mood. The man raised his hand and showed her the package in his hand: "I brought your favorite cream mushroom pasta."

“…”

This is a bit of a letdown.

Guilt reaches its peak.

Weizhi bit her lower lip, opened the door a little, stretched out her white paw from behind the door, and quickly took the package... She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Is my mother very angry?"

Han Yiming said bluntly: "I was furious."

Wei Zhi cried and said, "I'm sorry, but I really don't want to—"

marry you.

When these three words came to her lips, she felt that it was a bit too much to say them sincerely, so she braked abruptly, and she and the person outside the door both fell into silence.

Without even having time to put on her slippers, she stood barefoot on the wooden floor, moving her feet uncomfortably while holding the packing bag... successfully attracting the attention of the person outside the door.

After all, he was a doctor with very good eyesight. Even in the dim light in the corridor, he could see her slightly red and swollen toes, which were now restlessly moving on the floor, lifting and putting them down, lifting and putting them down.

"What's wrong with your foot?"

Subconsciously, Weizhi quickly retracted the foot that had just been hit and was still a little painful back into the shadow behind the door, refusing to be sighted by him.

With her head lowered, she gave him a furry crown, much like a sunflower abandoned alone in the grass after the sun sets.

——It was obviously she who accomplished great things that shook the world, and it was also she who felt wronged.

Han Yiming was extremely helpless...

Before coming here, I had even considered dragging her out and beating her up if she dared to open the door, then stuffing her in the car and taking her away. However, now that I saw the little girl looking scared and guilty, I decided to do it.

He really couldn't bear to do such a thing.

After all, I still think she is still young and ignorant.

After much hesitation, the man suppressed his emotions and asked, "Is it really the flight tonight?"

The person behind the door hummed in a muffled voice, and then he asked, "It's good to go out and relax, or to calm down and talk about other things... Do you want me to take you there?"

His tone was normal.

But Weizhi heard a different atmosphere in his ears, as if he was going to find a place where there was no one and no surveillance on the way to the airport, turn off, dig a hole and bury her there...

Of course Weizhi shook his head, and the shaking turned into a wave drum.

After thinking for a while, she finally raised her head, looked into his eyes and asked, "Just give it to me, but can you do something else? For example, can you say something good to my mother for me?"

“…”

For two or three seconds, Han Yiming apparently lost the ability to organize his speech.

The tall man stood outside the door, looking down at the little girl behind the crack. She held onto the door with both hands, only revealing a pair of bright black eyes looking at him...

Just like when they were kids.

At that time, she was also standing outside his yard, standing on tiptoe, looking inside through the gap in the yard fence, and calling him with a smile on her round little face, "Brother, do you want to play with us?"

The man chuckled.

The person behind the door immediately closed the gap by three millimeters like a frightened little animal.

"Weizhi," he stopped smiling and said calmly, "Don't push your luck."

Then, the door was slammed shut with great force.

If he hadn't heard a little "OK" in a voice quieter than a mosquito's hum before closing the door, he would have almost thought that she was really so brave that she had the courage to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

I am still frightened.

It’s just that the little girl who used to cling to the fence and call him “brother” has grown up and has her own ideas.

But it doesn't matter, he has plenty of time and can wait.

…

It was not easy to send Han Yiming away, and Weizhi had used up all of his remaining courage.

Leaning against the door with weak legs, she opened the app and bought the air ticket with trembling hands - knowing that she couldn't expect this man to really say a few good words to her, she had to straighten herself up and pack her luggage before her mother came and knocked on the door with a kitchen knife.

It's nothing more than a few snow suits, warm underwear, helmets, gloves and goggles.

He touched the goggles lovingly, not wanting to scratch them, so he stuffed them into his gloves, then put them into his helmet. Everything was ready. Weizhi squatted in front of the suitcase and thought about it. In the end, he opened WeChat in a cowardly way and found the Crayon Shin-chan avatar.

[Girl Ji: Can you send me the hotel you booked? ]

The person on the other side might be eating or resting, and when she got back to her, nearly half an hour had passed.

And just one word in reply.

【Chong: Come?】

At this time, Wei Zhi had already quickly fled from his small apartment.

【Girl: Come. 】

Shan Chong sent her the location of the hotel.

【Chong: When will you come? 】

【Girl: Tonight.】

【worship:?】

Maybe he couldn't believe his eyes.

A voice call came in from the other end. Wei Zhi answered and said "Hello". The cold voice rang out. It was obvious that the person was not excited about her arrival. It just asked in a routine way: "Where are you now?"

Weizhi held the phone, looked out the window at the rapidly receding streets of South City, and then looked at the taxi driver in front of him who was holding the steering wheel steadily with both hands——

It was 18:00 and the sun had just set.

Office workers in the south city are on their way home. There is a constant stream of traffic, street lights are on, and thousands of houses are ablaze with light.

Especially warm, but also especially desolate.

Suddenly, she really looked like a runaway princess.

The fugitive princess steadied her voice and calmly replied, "I'm in the car on the way to the airport."

The other party fell silent, obviously amazed by her lie.

Wei Zhi continued, "It's a 7:30 flight, we should be able to catch it."

The other party obviously didn't care whether she could catch the plane or not. After thinking for a long time, he asked, "Are you alone?"

"For the time being," Wei Zhi said politely, "the south wind will arrive in a few days."

"That's a person." The man made a conclusion for her, not wanting to listen to her nonsense. "The flight takes off at 7:30. What time will it arrive?"

Xinjiang is quite far away from most parts of my country, and its main cities are in the south.

To put it bluntly, some southern cities don’t even have direct flights to Xinjiang.

The total time spent on the journey is probably not much different from a trip to Paris.

After being asked this question, Weizhi slowly opened the APP to check the flight information, and then told the other party in a voice that was not too surprised that if it was not delayed, it would be around 12:30 in the morning.

Then the person on the other end of the phone fell silent again.

In the silence, Wei Zhi heard, besides the clinking of wine glasses, a familiar voice from the side asked, "Who is it? My junior sister? She's coming? Hahahahahahahahahaha, she came at the right time - while everyone is rushing to Songhua Lake and Chongli recently, it's not the peak skiing season in Xinjiang yet. It's great, really, there are fewer people and the snow is good..."

He kept talking a lot and was obviously a little drunk.

After a while, a faint sigh was heard from far away, and the man on the other end of the phone said to someone next to him, "Get him away."

A few more seconds passed.

Wei Zhi heard his clear voice coming from the phone: "Send me the flight information and I'll pick you up."

Then the call was disconnected.

Without even giving her a chance to politely refuse—

It was as if he had decided not to send her to the airport last time in Chongli...

Once he has made a decision, he will not discuss it with others if he thinks it is not necessary.

This kind of personality is always indecisive.

Wei Zhi obediently sent him the flight information, and after a long time he received a single reply.

——A cold, elegant and noble “hmm”.

…

Half an hour later, the runaway princess arrived at the airport.

Check in, print tickets, and go through security.

As he walked to the terminal with his ticket in hand, Weizhi still had a sense of unreality.

She couldn't help but look back at the security checkpoint, and was grateful that the airport's security facilities were well-equipped so that she didn't have to worry about being killed by her own mother for the time being.

“…”

very nice.

It was actually a little late when we entered the airport. The boarding notice sounded over the airport broadcast overhead. The girl with the laptop quickened her pace, ran and jumped onto the plane, found her seat and sat down.

The body is tired.

The brain is restless and excited.

In the next few hours on the plane without internet, she was thinking about how to explain her sudden and suspected seizure to the "person" she met at the airport after landing...

She thought of a hundred reasons.

It was overturned a hundred times.

Finally, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, I succeeded in thinking myself tired enough that I fell into a deep sleep on the small table.

The plane landed on time at Xinjiang Urumqi Airport at 12:30 a.m. the next day.

The little girl was woken up by a kind aunt sitting next to her. She got off the plane in a daze, picked up her luggage, and followed the crowd out of the arrival hall dragging her suitcase.

It was already close to December, and the temperature in Xinjiang dropped to minus seven or eight degrees Celsius in the early morning. The girl, who had just come from the southern city where the temperature was suitable in early autumn, was caught off guard by the cold air with a scent of ice and snow. Standing at the airport gate, she sneezed several times in succession.

She rubbed her nose, sniffed her nose, and was about to take out her phone from her pocket to ask where the person who was said to be picking her up was, when suddenly an idea came to her mind. She casually raised her head to the front -

Then, among a crowd of Didi drivers soliciting passengers, I saw the man standing there.

He was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt, a short black down jacket, jeans that had been washed to a pale color, and a pair of ordinary AJs with a plain color scheme.

Leaning against a dusty jeep, the man was typing on his cellphone. The faint fluorescent light of the phone illuminated his high nose bridge that could not be covered by the mask, and his long eyelashes drooped naturally, thick and dense.

At a certain second when he turned on his phone, the phone in Weizhi's hand vibrated at the same time.

But she didn't answer.

Didn't even look at it.

The hundred excuses I racked my brains to come up with on the plane were no longer useful, and the thousand times I imagined how to greet each other without being awkward was really unnecessary.

Carrying the suitcase, she walked faster than ever before.

Before the man could react, she had already run through the crowded crowd, jumped over the zebra crossing, let go of the suitcase, and slammed into the man's arms.

She threw her arms around him.

It's like the Statue of Liberty hugging her tightly.

…

Shan Chong was caught off guard by the collision and the phone in his hand almost flew out.

Before he could react, he felt a pair of arms tightly grasping his waist, and the familiar sweet scent of shampoo filled his nose. He was stunned for a moment, temporarily giving up the thought of cursing, and lowered his head...

Looking at the furry head tucked in his arms.

“…”

He raised his hand, and three seconds later, his big hand fell on her head without mercy, grabbed it, and pushed it back decisively——

"What's wrong with you?"

…

"Let me go."