"Mom, look!"
Fu Hanting suddenly raised her shirt, her voice filled with joy that she herself didn't even notice:
"Teacher Wei will definitely like the lace on the neckline."
As soon as she said this, she realized that she had said something wrong. She hurriedly lowered her head to adjust the corner of her clothes, and the ends of her hair fell down, covering her burning cheeks.
Xu Jinshu walked up to her and reached out to smooth the wrinkles on her collar.
When my fingertips touched the fabric, I felt a slight tremor in my palm.
"Don't rush to dress up. Wei Zhuolan came today with his father's plan. Do you really think those promises of his will count?"
Fu Hanting's fingers froze in mid-air, and her Adam's apple moved:
"But he wrote a letter of guarantee and said..."
"Can the letter of guarantee stop the security department's investigation? Can it stop his father's plot?"
Xu Jinshu reached out and picked the lint from her hair, his eyes kind and his tone serious and cautious:
"Your father and I let him in to give him some leeway. If you really want to see him, then ask him thoroughly and don't let anyone take advantage of you. Since you're here, it's better to meet him than to refuse him outright."
Fu Hanting clutched the hem of her shirt, feeling the wrinkles of the fabric at her fingertips.
She thought of Wei Zhuolan's appearance when he was teaching at school, and her mother's serious eyes, and her heart felt like a mixture of emotions.
She subconsciously touched the ends of her hair, looking thoughtful.
Seeing her suddenly dim expression, Xu Jinshu understood. He adjusted the pearl hairpin on her head and sighed:
"Mom knows you like him. But marriage is no joke. You've been in contact with him, and only you know best how he treats you."
Fu Hanting pursed her lips and lowered her eyes slightly. Wei Zhuolan should also understand this principle. Does the fact that he can come mean that he has also thought it over carefully?
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a bicycle bell outside the window, which startled her whole body.
Xu Jinshu looked at his daughter's hands, which were clutching her shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. He finally softened his voice.
"Go look in the mirror, your lipstick has smeared to the corners of your mouth."
When the door was gently closed, she heard a quick breath behind her, mixed with the rustling of fabric. She glanced at Fu Hanting and saw her turning around and frantically rummaging through the drawers. The pearl hairpin cast a fine silver light in the light.
After everything was packed, she smiled with satisfaction at the mirror, finally sipped her lipstick, pinned the pearl brooch in the center of her collar, took a deep breath and went downstairs.
The tea aroma wafting from the living room downstairs seemed to be mixed with the faint scent of mint and soapberry on that person.
Wei Zhuolan stood up upon hearing the voice, his gaze lingering on her hair for a moment before sliding towards the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, a polite smile rising from the corner of his lips:
"Comrade Fu Hanting, how are you?"
Looking at his smiling face, Fu Hanting was slightly dazed, and her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightened unconsciously. She remembered that when she first entered university, he greeted every classmate just like he did now.
"Hello, Teacher Wei!"
She glanced at him quickly, then quickly lowered her head, her voice trembling.
Although they have known each other for a long time, this is the first time they have spoken face to face, and it was a blind date.
Despite her proud and outgoing personality, her heart was pounding wildly.
"Are you used to being in the hospital?"
Wei Zhuolan's eyes fell on her face with a gentle smile, but it did not make people feel much sincerity.
"Yeah, it's good!"
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito. She suddenly remembered her mother's instructions. After a long time, she reluctantly raised her head, but met his half-smile gaze.
She hurriedly avoided his gaze, her hair covering the red tips of her ears.
With her eyebrows half raised, she could see the ticking of the Hai brand watch on his wrist in her peripheral vision, and the glare from the dial made her dizzy.
"Back in the nursing department, you always sat in the last row."
When Wei Zhuolan said this, his eyes were wandering, as if he was reminiscing, or as if he was looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.
Fu Hanting's heart skipped a beat. She indeed always sat in the last row because she was afraid to get close to the podium.
She remembered the last time they greeted each other in the compound, and his confused look when she said she was "Fu Hanting from the Nursing Department, Class of 1978". He clearly said "I don't remember", but now he said it so clearly.
Did he remember her?
Seeing her blushing and silent, he suddenly took a step closer, lowered his voice, and his warm breath brushed her ear:
"Why do you feel like you're meeting an instructor when you see me now?"
Fu Hanting's face turned red, and she subconsciously took a step back, her heel hitting the stair railing.
"Teacher Wei has a really good memory."
She clutched the hem of her skirt, her nails digging into the fabric.
"I thought you had forgotten it long ago."
"How come?"
Wei Zhuolan raised his hand to help her, but his fingertips stopped just before they touched her. He then brushed the collar of his Mao suit.
"At that time, I thought you..."
He deliberately dragged out the last word, looked at her expectant eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud:
“When asking questions, he’s like a confused little animal.”
Fu Hanting's earlobes instantly burned red. She clearly remembered that when she went to his office to ask him a question, he also smiled and said:
"Study hard, classmate."
Now his tone was intimate, but his eyes were as if he was looking at an exhibit.
"Comrade Fu Hanting, please take a seat."
He pointed to the rattan chair opposite him, a formal smile on his face, and waited until she sat down before he sat down.
The tea on the table was freshly brewed by Wu Ma. It was steaming and the whole living room was filled with the fragrance of jasmine tea.
"Teacher Wei, try the new tea my mom bought."
Fu Hanting's voice was timid and her hands were shaking as she poured tea.
"I'll do it!"
Without waiting for Fu Hanting to stand up, Wei Zhuolan had already stood up and touched the teapot. His fingertips happened to touch the back of Fu Hanting's hand, but she withdrew her hand in panic.
Wei Zhuolan curled his lips, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and handed the teacup to Fu Hanting:
"Try it too."
"Thank you, Teacher Wei!"
Fu Hanting was surrounded by his gentleness and care, and only dared to look down at the teacup in front of her.
He really had no interest in talking to a girl like this.
Fortunately, I had done my homework before coming here. Wei Zhuolan took out a booklet with a brown paper cover from his briefcase. The bold words "Basic Nursing Manual" on the cover were eye-catching.
"Now that you have taken up your post, you can take a look at this information."
He extended both hands, his fingertips deliberately avoiding her hands.
"This is the latest version, maybe it can help."
He looked into her eyes intently as he spoke, and his tone was so gentle that it could drip water.
"After all, I'm considered a 'nursing senior.'"
Fu Hanting took the manual and touched the words "Gift from Wei Zhuolan" on the cover.
His heart was beating fast. He came here today, probably not knowing that his parents would make things difficult for him, but he still prepared these things carefully.
It seems that he is serious about this blind date.
The sweetness in Fu Hanting's heart kept surging out, and her heartbeat was almost uncontrollable.
She lowered her head and managed to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth.
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