Chapter 42 Extra 2
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On the day when Minshi welcomed the first snow of this winter, Chen Li went on a business trip again.
His business trips were common, lasting from three to five days to ten days to half a month. Wen Ying had grown accustomed to them, but when she finished her work and stood by the French window in her office, watching the snowflakes fall outside, she couldn't help but feel a surge of regret and loneliness.
She really wanted to share such a beautiful scene with him.
It’s a pity that Chen Li settled in the south where it’s spring all year round, and couldn’t experience the fierce and fierce northern scenery with Wen Ying.
It was snowing and the roads outside were difficult to walk on, so there were not many clients coming to the office. Several clients who had made appointments had to postpone their appointments due to the snow.
Wen Ying packed her bag and left work early. When she passed by Yao Fangzhou's office, she caught a glimpse of Yu Jiaran's hazy and blushing profile through the slightly open door.
Wen Ying walked past silently, went down the stairs, and walked to the administrative desk. She knocked on the smooth tabletop, a faint smile playing on the corner of her lips. "Lawyer Yao is negotiating a very important international business. All his remaining clients have contacted to reschedule today. Please don't bother him."
The administrator quickly typed out Yao Fangzhou's schedule and nodded to Wen Ying, "Okay, Wen Lu, I've marked everything. I'll call each client to apologize later."
"It's been hard work," she turned and left. "You can leave early if you have nothing to do today."
"Thank you, Wen Lu!" Several administrators began to rejoice.
She didn't drive, but took the subway home. But a moment later, when Wen Ying emerged from underground again, the ground was already covered in white.
Wen Ying was very cautious and regretted not checking the weather forecast before going out today. It was really embarrassing to walk on the snow in a pair of pointed high heels.
Waiting for the red light at the intersection, Zhou Boyu glanced sideways at a slender figure moving slowly down the sidewalk. Her black camel-hair coat accentuated her slender waist. Even with her slow pace, she didn't seem embarrassed, but rather possessed a unique beauty.
The woman next to him followed his gaze and looked outside, but she only saw people coming and going on the sidewalk.
The female companion pouted in dissatisfaction: "What are you looking at? Did you hear what I just said?"
Zhou Boyu retracted his gaze and smiled: "Look at the snow outside, it's getting heavier. I'm thinking about giving you a few beautiful coats."
The female companion immediately smiled, relaxed, and leaned against Zhou Boyu.
The green light came on, and the black Maybach left quietly and quickly, merging into the traffic and soon disappeared.
Wen Ying was as if facing a great enemy, his eyes fixed on the ground three inches below his feet, and finally he arrived home safely.
As soon as she entered the house, she was hit by the heat wave from the heater. She was shocked to realize that she was only paying attention to her feet and forgot to cover her head. The heat quickly melted the snow on her hair, and it stuck to her scalp wet and cold.
Today is different from when I was young. In the past, blow-drying was a step that could be skipped to save time. Whether it was summer or winter, I would just wash my hair and be done with it, without even thinking about blow-drying it.
In the summer, it's still okay because it's hot outside and the water on your head evaporates quickly. But in the cold, your hair will freeze in a very short time after washing, and the hard ends will keep poking your shoulders and back.
He was young at that time and didn't feel anything else, but when he was thirty, if he blow-dried his hair a little late, he would immediately have a migraine, which taught Wen Ying the principles of life.
There are several important lawsuits going on recently, and office workers don't have the capital to do whatever they want. Even though Wen Ying just wants to curl up in bed to relax her tense legs, and then find a TV series to watch and fall asleep when she is tired, she still immediately took off her clothes and rushed into the bathroom, using the rushing hot water to dispel the remaining coldness on her head and body.
After taking a shower, she felt warm and even a little sweaty. Wen Ying walked in the snow for a while in her high heels and her legs and feet were sore, so she took a hair dryer to the bedroom and sat on the bed to blow dry her hair.
The soft hair gradually became fluffy, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of shampoo.
Wen Ying was stunned for a moment. She and Shen Li used the same shampoo and shower gel, so his hair also smelled so good.
People's memory of smell is much deeper than that of vision.
She remembered Shen Li's eyes, still bright in the darkness. He bent down and kissed her, his soft lips moving from her cheek down, first lingering on her neck, and then caressing the two tender red buds.
Wen Ying couldn't bear it any longer, so she arched her body upwards, her fingers unconsciously stroking Shen Li's hair.
"Xiaoying, Yingying," he whispered to her, "I love you."
Finally, the two became one, and Wen Ying lost all consciousness in a tremor.
Wen Ying only remembered that her nose was filled with such intoxicating fragrance at that time.
Her heart stirred slightly, and a heat rose in her body. Wen Ying turned off the hair dryer, reached for her phone, and sent a WeChat message to Chen Li: "When are you coming home?"
When he was on a business trip, he always replied late on WeChat. Wen Ying had prepared herself mentally and stopped urging Chen Li to reply. She put down her phone and tidied up the long cord of the hair dryer.
The cord was very long, and when Wen Ying pulled it, she accidentally knocked over half a cup of warm water on the bedside table. The clear water poured down and flowed into the drawer through the gap.
She hurriedly grabbed some tissue paper and opened the drawer to clean it. Fortunately, the first drawer contained a medicine box that was well sealed, with only the outside stained with water.
Wen Ying cleaned the first drawer and opened the second. Inside were several thick legal reference books, but they were not so lucky; their surfaces were already damp with water droplets.
Wen Ying picked up the books one by one and wiped them clean, feeling lucky that there was only half a cup of water, so that all the big books were not soaked.
The books were taken out one by one, and at the bottom was a collection of poems that looked very familiar to Wen Ying.
It was the book "My Loneliness is a Garden". The edges of the paper had turned slightly yellow, and the wrinkled cover locked up the misty drizzle of early winter that year.
Wen Ying reached out and took it out, opening the title page.
In the middle of the title page remained the girl Wen Ying's free and careful handwriting: Chen Li, happy birthday.
But below this sentence, there was another line of words that Wen Ying had never seen before.
The black handwriting is sharp and vigorous, the ink penetrates through the back of the paper, the font is similar to Wen Ying's, but it has a more bold and unstoppable edge.
Wen Ying's calligraphy was taught by Shen Li, and the handwriting in front of her was very familiar to her:
The night is damp,
The ground is wet,
The air is still,
The woods were silent.
I love you tonight.
Wen Ying was a little dazed, and her fingers unconsciously stroked the words that had already dried on the paper.
The edges of the handwriting have merged with the paper, and it is obvious that these lines were written on the day the book was received.
That year, Shen Li was successfully admitted to graduate school, and she was just eighteen years old.
Time has passed so long that Wen Ying can no longer imagine what kind of mood and expression the young Chen Li had in mind when he carefully opened the rain-soaked book, and on what quiet winter night he wrote these lines of poetry.
While Wen Ying was stunned, the phone on the bed made a soft beep. It was a reply from Chen Li.
"I'm catching up on the work. I'll be home tomorrow. Wait for me at home. I love you."
Wen Ying's eyes suddenly became moist.
Her finger hovered over the screen for a full minute before she slowly but firmly typed out her reply: "I'll be waiting for you at home. And, I love you, too."
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