Chapter 13 Are there two people in the world who look exactly the same?
Peng Yu wore a light black jacket, the style of which was hard to pinpoint, with a gold Loewe brooch pinned to his chest. He looked completely different today than he had been at Bad Mouth. Although they had only met once, Shen Qingqing remembered the small scar at the corner of his eye. And because she was having a disagreement with Wang Shu at the time, she couldn't help but mentally compare him to her husband when he scratched his head. Back then, Peng Yu had been dressed like a dashing young man entering the workplace, even a bit effeminate. Add a backpack to his back and he'd look like he could be hitting on a college girl at the university gate, the kind of angry young man who wouldn't flatter.
And now, Peng Yu was standing behind the talk show boss. His every move was very sophisticated. It was obvious that he was in control of the initiative between the two people. Whenever he said something, the boss on the opposite side would laugh.
Shen Qingqing wasn't far from him, but the passionate music made it seem like a galaxy separated them. She even subconsciously leaned against the pillar and lip-synced with Peng Yu's voice. She was truly worried that if she left the pillar, she would collapse.
When security comes to check the invitation letter, the whole world will know that Wang Shu’s wife is a big fool.
Thinking of this, Shen Qingqing looked at Peng Yu and said to herself, “Come here…come here quickly.”
Of course the other party couldn't hear it, but the boss suddenly reached out and patted Peng Yu. The two whispered a few words and were about to walk out.
Shen Qingqing saw that the "spiritual" had worked, and excitedly continued to "cast the curse"
"Come to my side, come to my side!"
As the two of them walked past her, Chen Qingqing subconsciously grabbed Peng Yu, who was passing by, and tugged on the hem of his shirt. Peng Yu turned around and glanced at her. Chen Qingqing exclaimed, thinking, "Peng Yu, you're actually wearing makeup! Tonight you're the thick-browed Peng Yu! So, secretly, you, the thick-browed Peng Yu, are the playboy on 24-hour standby!"
The music was too loud. Shen Qingqing pulled Peng Yu's arm, stood on tiptoe and leaned close to Peng Yu's ear, shouting, "I'm drunk, take me out!"
Peng Yu glanced at the talk show host opposite him and smiled awkwardly at him. The talk show host also smiled ambiguously at him. Peng Yu moved away from Shen Qingqing's hand holding his and said, "No."
Shen Qingqing was a little surprised, but she didn't dare to let go of her hand, as if she was afraid that he would run away and yelled, "Peng Yu, don't you remember me?"
When he heard her calling his name, Peng Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Qingqing. Chen Qingqing saw that he had suddenly understood, pointed at herself with satisfaction, and said, "Chen Qingqing, we have met before."
Peng Yu nodded without saying anything, and put the wine glass in his hand on the wine table beside him. His free hand reached for her wrist that was pulling the hem of his shirt, and after saying goodbye to her, he took Shen Qingqing out.
He pulled her along behind him through this magnificent house. Peng Yu took her down a small corridor with ease, and at the end, he pushed open another heavy door of the Lin residence. She felt like she was finally breathing fresh air and was half sober.
The courtyard of the Lin residence was even more dramatic than a disco. Here, Shen Qingqing saw another strange scene. Beside every bench in the courtyard of the Lin residence, there was a waiter holding a black umbrella.
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Shen Qingqing opened her mouth in shock and turned to ask Peng Yu, "What are they doing..."
"They should ensure that guests who come out to get some fresh air can always find a clean chair," said Peng Yu.
Chen Qingqing didn't know that she looked a little funny now. The weather in Shanghai was not warm, and it had just rained lightly. She was wearing a Fendi skirt and had just gotten drunk, so her face was rosy. When she moved, she felt the steam in the night... like a delicious red wine pear, doused with dry ice by a delicate waiter.
Shen Qingqing suddenly realized and held her chest. "That's so thoughtful." Then she sat on the bench beside the corridor. After sitting down, she waved to the waiter and said, "The rain has stopped. You can go now."
The other person nodded, put away his umbrella, and went to another bench to continue playing.
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Shen Qingqing and Peng Yu sat side by side. She looked at the expressionless waiters and sighed, "I really can't stand this kind of scene. This is the last time I'm here."
Peng Yu didn't say anything. He glanced at her, sat down on the bench next to her, and lowered his head to look at his phone.
Shen Qingqing always felt that Peng Yu was a little awkward tonight, and asked again, "Don't you remember me? I'm Sister Qingqing. We met last time at Bad Mouth in Beijing."
Peng Yu hummed softly and called out, "Sister Qingqing."
Chen Qingqing thought his indifference was because he was not familiar with her. After all, young men were always too lazy to please others and socialize. Chen Qingqing patted his shoulder generously and said, "Please help me find Sun Ziyi."
Peng Yu picked up his phone and made a shushing gesture towards Shen Qingqing.
But the call didn't go through. "Her call didn't go through, so I texted her."
Shen Qingqing nodded, and couldn't help but look at him and said, "After you draw your eyebrows, you look more like Li Zhuxian."
Peng Yu suddenly smiled, turned to look at her, and asked, "Really, Sister Qingqing?"
Shen Qingqing said, "Yes, you remember last time I said you looked a bit like Li Zhuxian, and today you look even more like him."
Peng Yu nodded thoughtfully. "A lot of people say I look more like Li Zhuxian."
Shen Qingqing didn't pay attention to the word "more". She asked Peng Yu, "How come you have an invitation letter? Sun Ziyi doesn't even have one."
Peng Yu smiled and said, "A friend gave it to me."
Shen Qingqing felt a little double vision when she looked at him, and her eyes were a little blurry. She felt a little embarrassed when they looked at each other, so she looked for the scar at the corner of Peng Yu's eye, but she couldn't seem to find it.
Seeing her confused look, Peng Yu walked over and squatted in front of Shen Qingqing, raised his head and reached out to touch her forehead.
"I don't have a fever, I'm just wearing too little," said Peng Yu.
But he didn't have any clothes to take off for Shen Qingqing, so Peng Yu unbuttoned two buttons and said, "I'll freeze with you."
A new waiter appeared, holding up an umbrella with a whoosh. So Shen Qingqing happened to miss Peng Yu's suggestion of sharing the cold. She only picked up the first half of his sentence, saying, "It was raining before the show started, and wearing these is a lot in Shanghai."
"The plum rain weather in Shanghai is actually colder than in Beijing, so girls should wear more clothes," said Peng Yu.
"I remember you said last time that you had been in Beijing. How come you know Shanghai so well?" Shen Qingqing was still looking for the scar at the corner of his eye.
Peng Yu sat down next to her. "Because it's common sense about weather conditions."
Chen Qingqing pouted awkwardly, like a child who didn't get a red envelope during Chinese New Year.
They were chatting like this. The show at Lin's house had been open for a while and many people came out to get some fresh air. After a while, a waiter came out with a small cart filled with boxes of candy cakes.
Shen Qingqing pushed Peng Yu excitedly. “Squid game, it must be a squid game!”
"What is that?" Peng Yu looked in the direction of her pointed hand.
Chen Qingqing covered her mouth exaggeratedly as she watched Peng Yu. "It's a Korean drama, with Lee Jung-jae and Gong Yoo. In it, Gong Yoo slapped Lee Jung-jae countless times! And then he took Lee Jung-jae to play games! One of them was the Sugar Game! Don't you know?"
Peng Yu still shook his head and said, "I rarely watch dramas."
Shen Qingqing uttered an "ouch," then trotted over, brought back two boxes of sugar cakes, stretched out her little hand, and handed him one. "We choose a sugar cake, and the other party gives us a needle, and then we use the needle to remove the pattern."
Peng Yu looked over and saw that the tin box was sealed and no one could tell what the pattern was.
Peng Yu raised his head, looked at Shen Qingqing, and asked. "If I don't finish it, will you slap me?"
Shen Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then giggled and replied softly, "Of course not."
She opened her tin box, revealing a star pattern, and said happily, "I've wanted to play for a long time, but I didn't expect to play here."
Peng Yu followed her example and opened the tin box. Inside was the heart-shaped case. He followed her example and took out the fine needle from it.
"But you still have to be careful, don't let this heart break in your hands."
"Okay." He said, then held out his heart and said, "Teach me Sister Qingqing."
"Look, let me do it." Shen Qingqing lowered her head. Her skirt didn't reach her knees, and she felt a little cramped sitting down. She could only put the tin box on her legs, but it was a little cold, and she cried out.
"What's wrong?" Peng Yu asked.
Shen Qingqing said. “It’s a bit cold…”
Peng Yu placed the tin box in his hand on the chair, then opened his palms towards Chen Qingqing and said, "Put it here."
Shen Qingqing hesitated a little, thinking that this was not good.
Peng Yu said, "Come on, I want you to teach me."
In this way, she supported the bottom of his palm and slowly picked the stars with the needle.
The sugar candy was indeed difficult to unwrap. She even turned around and groped for a handful of dewdrops from the branches and leaves behind the bench, then used her delicate fingertips to transport them and drip them into the tin box, similar to how Lee Jung-jae licked a sugar cookie. Finally, she finally unwrapped a complete star in his palm.
She took out the stars and gestured to him. By this time, she was almost sober, and this time she finally got Peng Yu's face in focus.
Shen Qingqing said, "Peng Yu, who did this makeup for you? And the eyeliner? And why can't I find your scar..."
Peng Yu said with a smile, "I'm not wearing any makeup."
Shen Qingqing said a little puzzledly, "Then you seem to look a little different from last time...but it may also be that I can't remember what you look like clearly."
Peng Yu then said, "You remember it very clearly. I am not Peng Yu."
Shen Qingqing felt dizzy, as if her whole body had exploded, as if dust had bounced off her eyes. She blinked and asked Peng Yu, "Are you telling a ghost story?"
Not far away, Sun Ziyi was brought in by a waiter. She shouted towards them, "Peng Zhou!!"
The "Peng Yu" next to Shen Qingqing stood up and said, "Sister Ziyi, long time no see."
Shen Qingqing suddenly jumped up from the seat, three meters away from 'Peng Yu' beside her.
Sun Ziyi came over, pulled Shen Qingqing behind him, and then looked at 'Peng Yu' with an embarrassed face.
"Sorry, Peng Zhou, my friend drank too much and must have mistaken you for Peng Yu."
Peng Zhou smiled. "It's okay. People often mistake me for Peng Yu."
Sun Ziyi came back to his senses and whispered to Chen Qingqing, "Peng Zhou is Peng Yu's twin brother."
Chen Qingqing hummed calmly, thinking to herself, at most I only have fifty years of life left, and it will be over in a short time.
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