Chapter 1 Prologue Who can own Mount Fuji with love? ...
Wet in the Summer
Text/first drunkenness
First release
Bo Xia never thought about meeting Jin Yunyan again.
There was an unusually heavy rainfall in southern China that year, and the continuous plum rains swept across the entire city. The mountains in the distance were shrouded in a layer of mist, looking like an elegant ink painting from afar.
As Bo Xia was about to go out, a speeding car splashed high water droplets, soaking her trouser legs.
Her delicate eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she didn't bother to look. She carried her wet umbrella and caught the subway at the last minute.
The area was crowded with people.
Some people looked tired, some still had energetic faces, and the bus was crowded with a group of passers-by who came to travel, people of all kinds.
I don’t know how long it took before the subway arrived at the station.
The subway operation in Nan'an always gives people the feeling of riding a roller coaster. Not only is it shaking, but the doors open and close very quickly. If you delay for a moment, you may miss it.
Bo Xia got out of the car quickly.
The rain outside has subsided, and the originally bean-sized raindrops have become lingering, like an endless rain curtain.
Having lived in the small town for over twenty years, Bo Xia had long been accustomed to its frequent rain and humidity. However, it was clear that several of his non-local colleagues had not adapted to it. They complained repeatedly:
"Come on, it's been raining for a month now."
"This is the first time I've understood what the plum rain season is. Before I came to Nan'an, I had no idea the rain could last so long."
"My shoes and socks are wet every day."
Bo Xia knew when this lingering rain would end. As soon as July came, the truly long and hot summer would arrive. The scorching heat would invade completely, and then there would be extremely continuous sunny days.
She went to her workstation and drew a design on the computer for a while. The project manager then asked her to have lunch with him and the client at noon.
Bo Xia raised her porcelain-white face and said tactfully, "Isn't Sister Xu in charge? I'm afraid I'll embarrass you if I, a newcomer, go."
Her boss took one look at her. The southern girl had a lithe figure and beautiful eyes. "Where? Isn't your face the biggest show?"
Bo Xia felt uncomfortable after hearing this, but it was difficult for her to refute it. She just forced a smile and said, "Please don't make fun of me."
Before leaving, Bo Xia went into the bathroom to tidy up his appearance.
The mirror reflected a fair and delicate face. Her makeup was not heavy and it seemed that there was no sign of it being taken off, so she just covered it casually with powder.
She looked at herself overall. She was wearing a white chiffon off-shoulder shirt over high-waisted slim-fit jeans. It was an ordinary combination, but she managed to make it look sexy.
Although the clothes are not formal, they are still decent.
It started raining again outside.
The car slowly stopped in front of the high-end club. The parking attendant in front was about to park a car. Even though Bo Xia didn't know much about cars, he recognized at a glance that the car in front of him was a high-profile Rolls-Royce.
The people next to her were still talking about today's cooperation, but Bo Xia couldn't hear clearly. She was a little worried about having to drink later.
Thinking back to the various cakes I had with my boss before I started working, and how she said her position was heavily designed so she didn't have to focus too much on socializing, I couldn't help but find it a bit funny.
Warm lights illuminate the magnificent hall. This club is Chinese-style, with a wooden frame and classical-style lamps hanging overhead. The overall style is not only grand but also very upscale. It's obvious that the designer has great taste.
Bo Xia followed his colleagues into the elevator and looked up at the floors going up one by one.
All the way to the top floor.
There were sounds of conversation coming from afar. I didn't know who the important person was who had come. A group of people were flattering hypocritically and kept trying to get closer.
"Mr. Jin, I didn't expect to see you here. I'm familiar with this area and can be your tour guide."
"Mr. Jin, would you be so kind as to have dinner with me tonight?"
The noise made this originally classical corridor look a bit vulgar. Even if that person was in a good mood, it would be ruined by these people who came to him to curry favor with him.
Bo Xia's gaze naturally turned over, and when he caught a glimpse of the people surrounded, he paused.
The man had a high nose bridge. He held the cigarette close to him, but his thin bones barely blocked it. The look he cast through the smoke was clearly affectionate, yet also carried a cold, unapproachable air.
Beside him stood several young men who played around in the world. He was the most reserved and casual among them, with a smile on his face, looking at everyone nonchalantly.
She didn't even have time to see his face clearly before the door suddenly closed, and all the noise was suddenly blocked outside.
Bo Xia's chest skipped a beat, and his heart, which had been silent for a long time, showed signs of reviving again.
"Why don't you leave?"
She came to her senses when she heard the manager calling her name.
The high heels made a crisp sound as they stepped on the floor, and the face she had seen countless times in her dreams was still reflected in front of her eyes.
Bo Xia thought that after meeting him again after so many years, she had no reason to recognize him.
Time is always so cruel, mercilessly destroying many things. He may have lost the tenderness and tenderness of his youth, perhaps his glory and brightness have faded, or perhaps he has become just like everyone else. But he never imagined that years later, he would become even more dazzling, like the bright moon hanging in the sky, instantly recognizable.
Even if... it's just a profile.
Even though he is a little different from before, looking at him again... he is still attractive.
The temperature in the box was a little lower. After Bo Xia sat down on the sofa, he kept listening to the project's client, who didn't say a word about their project. Instead, he kept talking loudly, which was a less polite way of saying it, showing off.
She recognized that this man was one of the people she had just tried to curry favor with. He was clearly rejected, but he boasted without hesitation.
"Mr. Jin and I are old acquaintances. I'll introduce you to each other someday."
The manager didn't know who Mr. Jin was, so he politely asked. Mr. Jin smiled smugly, as if introducing himself: "Mr. Jin Yunyan from Zhousheng Group..."
There seemed to be the sound of water droplets falling in my ears.
Jin Yunyan's name appeared in her ears, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate. Even after so many years, these three words made her heart tremble instinctively.
It seemed to be reminding her over and over again that the encounter just now was not an illusion.
Jin, Wen, and Yan.
Those three words are strange yet familiar.
It was the names written all over her draft paper, the girlish thoughts locked in her diary, and the secret that she had been unable to tell throughout her adolescence.
The talk was getting more and more outrageous, and everyone was laughing and agreeing with him. Bo Xia looked at the smile on the manager's face, not sure if he really didn't hear it or was just pretending to understand.
But there was no way around it. In this day and age, people who were too smart were less likable. She raised the corner of her lips slightly and took a sip of the tea in front of her in agreement.
It was unknown how long it took before they finally got to the point. The manager asked her to talk about the project plan. Bo Xia sat next to Mr. Xu and talked to him for a while. She found that there was a sense of confusion in his eyes and he seemed to not understand very well. She could only say it again in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
After the dinner started, she inevitably drank some red wine. Perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, she felt a little tipsy after a while, and in a daze, she felt that the people next to her were getting closer to her.
"Can you repeat what you just said?"
Although Bo Xia felt a little dizzy, she was not unconscious. After hearing the voice of Mr. Xu, she moved to the side without making a sound, but the other party followed closely and came closer.
She asked him to explain it to her in a gentle tone, but he became more and more aggressive and said more and more outrageous things.
Seeing his hand getting closer and closer, about to touch her, Bo Xia stood up somewhat uncontrollably, causing everyone around her to focus on her. She concealed her expression and simply said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
What she had drunk was not enough to make her vomit, and perhaps because of the nausea she had just experienced, she leaned over the table and retched.
The faucet was turned on, and Bo Xia listened to the sound of running water continuously in his ears, as if this could cover up the unrest in his heart.
For a moment she wanted to run away, but she dug her nails into her palms, using the slight pain to remind herself to endure it.
After returning to the private room, Mr. Xu's face looked a little grim, as if he was blaming her for not being appreciative. Then, the manager said, "Bo Xia, be sensible. Everyone encounters difficulties at work, and you have to learn to overcome them."
There was a hint in his eyes.
It's like saying, why can't I just let you be taken advantage of to make others happy? It's not like they really do anything to you.
Mr. Xu smiled hypocritically and said in a pretentious manner, "It's okay. Young people nowadays can't endure hardship."
“…”
When they left the club, they thought it was finally over, but the manager actually asked her to walk Mr. Xu a little further. Standing in the rain, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Manager, I have something to do at home. I have to go back first."
"Hey you."
Bo Xia stood at the door. Seeing the manager approaching, she whispered to her, "These are things you'll have to get used to in the future. This is just the beginning. I just asked you to come out with me once, and you can't do it?"
Bo Xia was not a newcomer in the workplace. She was used to hearing this kind of workplace PUA and was no longer fooled by it. She listened to the other party quietly, smiled and said that she really had something to do.
Seeing that she pretended not to understand, the manager didn't tolerate her: "If you leave now, don't come to work tomorrow."
Bo Xia paused. She hadn't been in this job long, and the pay wasn't great. Her family thought this kind of work was fine for a girl, as it would make it easier for her to get married. If she quit now, she'd be nagging and even scolded by her mother for a long time.
She exhaled, and then the sound of her high heels hitting the ground was heard. The back of the woman not far away was slender yet revealed a bit of toughness.
Only when she was out of sight did Bo Xia slightly bend her back. Perhaps because she had some resistance to this job, she didn't think losing it was such a pity.
She just felt a little strange in the present moment, just like the world. Her vision was blurred by the rain, and for a moment, she had a sense of belonging, a sense of not belonging to this world.
It was raining heavily outside, and raindrops as big as beans were falling down with a crackling sound. The sound of rain was heard in my ears.
It's not easy to get a taxi now.
Bo Xia took out her cell phone and tried to call a Didi, but it took a long time to match. When she saw a taxi passing by, she simply raised her bag above her head and walked over quickly to stop it.
Unfortunately, there was someone in the car and she couldn't stop it.
The pouring rain soaked her in no time, and her chiffon shirt stuck to her body, with the outline of her underwear faintly visible.
She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that she must be in a mess.
Bo Xia looked a little silly standing in the rainstorm.
Looking from outside the car, I thought she was a poor girl who had just suffered a breakup or was depressed.
She was just looking for a place to take shelter from the rain when a car stopped in her blurry view and the driver asked if she wanted a ride. She was a little dazed by the rain and said dejectedly, "No."
"Give her the umbrella in the car."
The car door opened and the driver came out holding an umbrella. He reached in and pulled out the long black umbrella from the car door and handed it to her.
Bo Xia subconsciously refused, but still handed the umbrella to her: "Our Mr. Jin asked me to give this to you."
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the name, and she opened her lips, but the word "thank you" was lost in the rain.
Bo Xia slowly raised his head.
A familiar and noble profile was reflected on the car window, but it was not very clear. It was so close, but it felt like there were layers of rain between us.
He didn't look at her, but just lowered his eyes nonchalantly, with a hint of romance in his hazy expression, and his tenderness gradually spread out with the rain.
Before Bo Xia could see clearly, the car sped away.
It took her several seconds to realize that he didn't recognize her.
Bo Xia opened the umbrella. Although her body still felt sticky, the umbrella isolated her from the cold water droplets. Her heart, which was originally wet, felt more comforted by the warmth.
She looked up and realized belatedly that the umbrella was worth a lot of money. He saw a girl in distress in the rain and handed it to her without blinking.
Just like many years ago, in order to help a girl he didn't know well, he ignored the rumors on campus and asked her to go home together after school.
Jin Yunyan has always been very good, so good that it makes people cry.
But his kindness to others is like God's mercy and gift. He loves the world, but is as cold and difficult to climb as a snowy mountain.
Who can own Mount Fuji out of love?
She suddenly felt a lump in her nose.
Bo Xia thought she had forgotten.
But in that instant, the secret love mixed with the scent of plum rain came flooding in like a tide.
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