Chapter 13. Lu...Qiaoyuan
When we arrived at the agreed dinner place, it was just getting dark.
Ji Hang got off the car first, and when Ke Fan got out of the taxi next, he almost stepped on empty air.
Fortunately, Ji Hang was quick to help her up. He asked worriedly, "Sister Xiaofan, are you okay?"
She had been a little distracted since lunch.
When they were walking around the city in the afternoon, Ke Fan had a dazed look in his eyes several times when he spoke to her.
She never liked to look at her phone while waiting, but today, while waiting for him to buy something or take pictures, she kept taking out her phone and writing something.
Ji Hang took a few glances and saw a draft interface of an email account. The email being edited was entirely in English, and seemed to be interspersed with some very long professional psychological terms.
In the car on the way here, she was unusually silent, her thoughts drifting to who knows where.
I almost missed a step when I was distracted when getting off the car.
Ke Fan shook his head: "I'm fine, thank you."
His hands were empty, and her warmth faded away. Ji Hang couldn't help but frown.
Old Xie just came out from the door to greet them and led them to the box.
He was in high spirits tonight, and as he walked he kept muttering:
"Boss Yi has arrived and is waiting for you."
"Mr. Yi has found a good place. I didn't know there was such an elegant Suzhou cuisine restaurant in Jinshi." The door of the private room was right in front of him. Ke Fan paused and his heart beat faster for some reason.
The next second, Lao Xie pushed the door open.
Yi Lingjia did not take his seat, but sat on a Chinese-style sofa chair in the lounge area, with a silver-gray suit draped over his back.
He was wearing a dark shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. His expression was indifferent as he drank slowly from his teacup.
Hearing the sound of the door at this moment, he raised his eyes and glanced at several people casually.
After greeting each other, we took our seats and ordered our dishes.
This was the procedure he was most familiar with after running the company for several years, but today was a little different.
There seemed to be a pair of eyes fixed on him.
Yi Lingjia looked at Ke Fan tentatively.
Ke Fan looked at him steadily, without avoiding his gaze. His heart trembled.
He was not the only one whose heart was trembling.
The taste of the red bean sweet soup seemed to still linger on the tip of her tongue, and the person lying on her knees was now standing in front of her.
No matter how sober and calm she was, at this moment she could hardly tell whether it was six years ago or six years later.
Yi Lingjia was keenly aware of the strong emotions in Ke Fan's eyes.
The deep well in his chest lost its calmness like a sleeping mirror that was broken, and at the same time, the huge feeling of irritability that he found most difficult to get rid of also surged up.
He was sitting in the box, but it seemed that he and his stool were about to fall rapidly and be swallowed by the black hole.
He habitually rubbed the medicines he carried with him in his pocket with his fingers.
He made up his mind to take one pill while going to the bathroom.
The meal has just started, it would be impolite to leave now.
Yi Lingjia stroked the medicine bottle, suppressing the waves of irritation in his heart, and managed to calm down.
Fortunately, all the dishes were served quickly.
Old Xie did not forget the purpose of today's meal. He stood up, raised his glass, and said with a smile:
"That chaotic day was really thanks to Mr. Yi. I ate tea instead of wine. Thank you again!"
Yes, a chaotic day.
The wound on my hand had clearly healed long ago, but thinking of her lying quietly in the lounge, it still hurts inexplicably.
Yi Lingjia clinked glasses with Lao Xie, and his eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of Ke Fan inconspicuously.
She didn't look at him again. She lowered her head, and her expression couldn't be seen clearly.
He tilted his head back and slowly drank the tea in the cup. The tea he was used to drinking tasted particularly bitter today.
Ke Fan remained silent for a long time, as if he had finally made a decision, and stood up.
She said softly, "I'll also offer tea instead of wine to Mr. Yi. Thank you, my old classmate."
As expected, Old Xie responded with support: "You two old classmates really have a deep bond!"
Ke Fan smiled and said, "Yes, let's keep in touch. We are all from the same school, so we can take care of each other."
It was the first time since they met again that he saw her smile so bright. His mind was slightly shaken when he heard Old Xie continue to speak:
"Oh, right! Xiao Ke, you said your boyfriend is also from your school, right? He's your senior. Xiao Lu is also so outstanding. Your school really produces talented people."
The corners of Yi Lingjia's mouth, which were originally raised, suddenly froze, and he immediately turned to look at Ke Fan's expression.
She was not surprised, nor did she refute, but continued to smile.
It was as if a huge rock suddenly fell in his heart, smashing open the frozen well, and uncontrollable emotions surged over him. He gripped the cup tightly until his knuckles turned white.
I don't know how I finished that cup of tea.
After sitting down, Ji Hang added, as expected, chattering, "Brother Qiaoyuan and Sister Xiaofan are well-known as the 'God of Condor Heroes' in Hai City's wind power industry. One of them is a wind turbine structural engineer, and the other is a geologist. They've solved many problems!"
Reaching into his pocket and tightly gripping the medicine bottle, Yi Lingjia managed to keep his expression expressionless.
The brain can process information.
Xiao Lu...Brother Qiao Yuan...
A name was easily pieced together.
Lu Qiaoyuan.
Then, a fair and gentle face appeared in his mind.
The first time I heard Lu Qiaoyuan’s name was during the college’s Youth League Day activity party in the second semester of my sophomore year.
In mid-March, the sparse flower buds were still a bit bleak, but they could not resist the enthusiasm and joy of a group of 18 or 19-year-old teenagers who were participating in a group activity at the university for the first time.
The activity classroom was filled with colorful ribbons and balloons, and a table was filled with various snacks carefully prepared, making it very lively.
The tables and chairs were also planned in advance and arranged in a circle, and the microphones and speakers were also in place.
"It looks so real!" The students who arrived one after another couldn't help but sigh.
All this was thanks to a tall and slender figure walking in.
It was still a little cold in Tianjin in March. Ke Fan wore a coat over her skirt and a black scarf, which made her skin look even whiter than snow.
In her hand she held a densely written piece of paper, which was a list of preparations for the event.
The things prepared for the event site were crossed off the list one by one, and the spare staff were arranged to purchase the missing disposable paper cups. Everything went on in an orderly manner.
After checking the list, the final rehearsal is about to begin under her direction.
This was a freshman party sponsored by the college, and the purpose was to allow the classes to get to know each other better, so the budget was sufficient, and the counselors of each class also encouraged their classmates to actively participate, so the programs that were finally signed up were very rich and colorful.
There are magic, crosstalk, dancing, guitar singing and so on.
After the first two rehearsals, we were almost ready, but something went wrong in the last one.
Nie Fei from their class signed up for the song program "Waves", but the guitarist suddenly had diarrhea and suspected food poisoning, so he went to the school hospital for an IV drip.
Nie Fei was so anxious that he turned around and hugged Yi Lingjia like an octopus: "Captain, save me!"
Although Nie Fei is usually lively, he sings really well and has designed many small interactions with the guitarist. It would be a pity if no one could replace him.
"There was a senior who played guitar at the orientation party. Why don't we ask him for help?" someone suggested.
Yi Lingjia saw Ke Fan frowning because of the interruption of rehearsal and immediately said, "I have the WeChat of the host of the welcome party. I'll ask him."
In the end, the senior who played the guitar came to the rescue, and the result was much better than they expected.
Not only did they remember all the interactions designed by Nie Fei after just one rehearsal, but their gentle and graceful appearance also attracted countless eyes and was even selected as the best program.
The entire social gathering was a great success, and Zhou Jianfeng and counselors from several other classes also praised Ke Fan's coordination skills.
At the end of the photo session, Ke Fan was pulled up to stand in the center. She smiled and shook her head to refuse, but Zhou Jianfeng insisted: "You are a great contributor, you should stand in the center."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and called to Yi Lingjia, who was adjusting the camera: "Snapshot, snapshot."
Click, the shutter freezes this moment into eternity.
A few days later, Yi Lingjia finally had time to export and organize all the photos taken on the day of the Youth League Day activity in the dormitory.
Nie Fei couldn't wait to squeeze in front of his computer screen and said, "Let me see if the video captures the heroic figure of me singing."
I flipped through a few photos and found that the solo photos were okay, but in the group photos, I looked dull compared to the jade-like Lu Qiaoyuan.
Nie Fei was so annoyed that he almost rolled over on the bed: "What a mistake! How could I find such a handsome senior brother to accompany me?"
"Are there any more photos of me alone?" He continued to flip through the pages unwillingly, and suddenly asked in surprise:
"Hey kid, why are all these photos of our League Secretary? Does the organization have a close-up mission requirement?"
Yi Lingjia closed the computer abruptly: "There's nothing left for you. I've finished reading it. Let's go."
The noisy figure beside him stepped back, and he turned on the screen again.
Turn over them one by one.
They are all photos of Ke Fan.
She held the list, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She helped adjust the banner, her outstretched arms white and slender, her movements outlining her slender waist.
She was smiling in the crowd, with the overhead light shining down, as if she was covered by moonlight. She was a bright white crane in the center of the crowd.
He stared at the photo absentmindedly, his chest feeling as if gently caressed by a spring breeze, rippling in circles.
Suddenly, Yi Lingjia clicked to zoom in, leaned closer to look at the screen, and his heart sank.
In every photo captured, the senior playing the guitar was also looking at her.
The senior has a very nice name.
“Continental of land, bridge of bridge, far of distance.”
Lu Qiaoyuan.
Yi Lingjia didn't know at that time that many years later, this name would still make him feel upset at the dinner table.
The medicine bottle in his pocket was clenched so tightly that it was almost deformed.
His breathing, which became increasingly rapid and difficult to calm down, clearly reminded him that he was on the verge of losing control.
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