Baiweilou is quite well-known in Anshi, favored by people who care about appearances for its expensive and high-end atmosphere. The decoration is in the style of ancient times, with the exterior being a full wooden structure that matches the building's appearance, including the eaves, corridors, and railings. The signboard was designed by the president of the calligraphy association, who was invited by the owner, and the restaurant also displays famous paintings that were acquired at auction.
The lobby was separated by screens, and the lighting was the color of candlelight. Everyone who came in spoke in hushed tones, afraid of breaking the tranquility.
Those with children or attending parties are usually asked to go upstairs to a private room. Jiang Shuyin remembers the room number was: Listening to the Wind.
"Okay, I'll take you upstairs." The waitress was dressed in a black outfit, her hair styled in an ancient woman's bun.
Jiang Shu led the waiter to the door and asked him to leave first, as she was still a little unprepared to go in.
So many years after graduating from high school, she could only remember the names of four or five people. What to do? She suddenly regretted agreeing to come.
[Zhao Quanzhou's gene match is high; close observation of the host is recommended.]
The door opened automatically when the handle was pressed, and the person inside pulled on it, saying, "Is the door stuck? I can't budge it at all."
Jiang Shuyin silently withdrew her hand, and the person behind the door suddenly fell backward, staggering a few steps before being supported by the person behind her.
"You...you are Jiang Shuyin, right?" The person who spoke was sitting by the door. She was a poor student who used to slack off in class. Today she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and her hair was combed back with hair oil.
It's really unnecessary in the middle of summer.
Jiang Shu nodded and sat down in the empty seat next to her best friend Tian He. She casually hung her bag on the back of the chair, and when she turned her gaze to the opposite side, she saw Fu Jia staring straight at her.
Her girlfriend glared at her with hostility and tried to draw her boyfriend's attention to herself. Fu Jia, that big guy, was practically crawling into her arms to nurse.
Jiang Shuyin gave a slight twitch of her lips, her brows and eyes cold and indifferent.
Almost everyone had arrived. The large private room had three tables, and with their families, it was a bit cramped. They were supposed to split the bill, but Fu Jia insisted on treating, since it was his first time attending a gathering. He had made a name for himself and was returning home in triumph.
"Well, Jiang Shuyin is here for the first time too, why don't you two take some together?" The boy who spoke was so fat that it was impossible to tell who he was from in high school.
Jiang Shu lowered her gaze, ignoring everyone's stares: "I only accept splitting the bill."
Everyone burst into laughter, as if it were something very funny.
Jiang Shuyin regretted her decision once again; she must have been bewitched to come.
Fu Jia's male classmate poured him a glass of wine: "Brother Jia, if you get into this business, can you take your little brother along? I've changed jobs six times in the three years since I graduated. I want to work hard, but I haven't found a suitable place. Can you help me out? I'll follow you from now on."
Jiang Shuyin looked at the person offering the toast, and Fu Jia glanced at her.
"I do have a driver's job that pays six or seven thousand a month, but..."
The young man offering the toast sensed a glimmer of hope, immediately downed three glasses of wine, and tentatively asked, "Tell me, and I'll definitely do it."
Fu Jia looked at her meaningfully, turned her head and whispered a few words. The man who was toasting her frowned as if he was thinking and struggling, but quickly released his anger, showing that he was determined to get what he wanted.
In Anshi, a third-tier city, a job paying six or seven thousand is already a level that surpasses the income of 80% of people.
The dishes had been ordered before she arrived, and they were being served one after another. Fu Jia paid the bill, and everyone fawned over him, insisting that he take a bite before they could eat.
Jiang Shu was annoyed by this face-saving behavior, so she used her phone under the table to rant and rave to her best friend.
YIN: My impression is still from high school, when they played games and copied homework. Now they've become greasy guys.
Xiaotiantian: You were absolutely right to ignore Fu Jia; he even begged me for his contact information.
Jiang Shuyin glared at her.
Tian He raised his hand and swore, "I did not betray you."
"Xiao Yin, what are you and Tian He talking about?" Fu Jia suddenly called out, and everyone in the private room looked over, even though the voices weren't very loud.
"Oh~" Everyone winked and said, "Xiao Yin, you two used to date, but you both have girlfriends now, so you can't call me that anymore, right?"
Fu Jia's girlfriend's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. If Jiang Shuyin were her, she would have already packed her bags and left by now.
Fu Jia smiled self-satisfiedly: "I was too deeply in love with her before, and I got used to calling her that. They probably won't object, since we really don't have anything going on. Xiao Yin hasn't contacted me since graduation, probably because she's worried about me, so we can't be friends."
Jiang Shuyin put down her chopsticks and patted the grease off her lips with a tissue: "I'm done eating."
He got up, grabbed his bag, and left—all in one smooth motion.
As they reached the door, Fu Jia rushed over and blocked the entrance: "You love me that much? Can't we be friends? It's been so many years, it's time to let go of Xiao Yin."
Jiang Shuyin didn't even want to lift her eyelids: "You're too narcissistic. I had a boyfriend in my freshman year of college, and we dated for four years before breaking up. That's longer than you. Don't flatter yourself. I don't want to contact you because I'm afraid you'll interfere with my search for a new boyfriend. That's enough for today. If I hear any more, I'll throw up."
Pushing him aside, Jiang Shuyin walked out with a cold face.
I heard a nice song while walking on the street.
It's by Stefanie Sun.
The karaoke bar that was playing music was originally the place we were going to go to after the dinner party later.
She looked away, hailed a taxi by the roadside, and stared blankly for a while. A black car pulled up in front of her, and she opened the back seat, got in, closed her eyes, and leaned against it.
I was almost asleep when my phone showed an incoming call from a fake number.
"Hello."
"Ma'am, I arrived two minutes ago. Where are you now, and how much longer until you arrive?"
"Didn't I get in the car?" Jiang Shuyin was startled awake and noticed the driver's appearance in the rearview mirror. She paused for a moment.
The person on the other end of the phone was still urging, "Could you please hurry? If you can't come, please cancel the order."
Jiang Shuyin paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "I'm sorry, I'm canceling the order."
After the driver hung up, Jiang Shuyin finished operating the system and slowly raised her eyes to look at the cold and sharp face in the rearview mirror, like a dagger drawn from its sheath, seeking the thrill of each cut piercing flesh.
This kind of appearance is definitely not something that women and parents would approve of; they would think he's bad and unreliable.
But Jiang Shuyin liked him very much. She still remembered that when she went to that neighborhood, she hoped to bump into him every day.
"Xie Yin." Her voice was very soft, like a cloud or mist: "Why did you stop just now?"
Xie Yingang had just learned to drive. He ran three traffic lights, shook off the traffic police, and saw her when he got here. He stopped, intending only to check on her, but she unexpectedly got on his car.
Suddenly feeling a burning sensation in his ears, Xie Yin lowered his eyes, frowned, and tugged hard at his earlobe.
Is the body not properly integrated? Problems always arise at crucial moments.
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