Chapter 1005: Newcomer, old friend, reunion

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Since that day, Mu Yanzhu will receive a box of milk at the door of his house every morning.
Every day at noon, you will receive a bright red rose downstairs in the company.
Every night, I would see Chu Xiangchen who was uninvited on the subway, and he posted "Good night" on the door every night.
Mu Yanzhu can see through this trick, it's just a child, just ignore him.
How many days can he hold on?
For ten days, half a month, her enthusiasm can always be repelled by her indifference?
But seeing that a month has passed, Chu Xiangchen is still insisting, and the greetings every morning, midnight and evening are exactly the same.
Mu Yanzhu finally couldn't help it. She got off the subway that day. When he was following her as always, she turned to look at him and stopped.
"Twenty-eight days, what do you want?"
"People say that they have a habit in 21 days, so is my sister used to me?"
"No, I think you are annoying."
"..." Chu Xiangchen's heart ached, and an injury flashed across his eyes, "Is my sister so hard to speak to anyone?"
"Yes."
"Cough cough cough,"
Chu Xiangchen clutched his heart, pretending to be injured and vomiting blood, and looked at Mu Yanzhu faintly.
"Sister, you are so cruel!"
"Jiang Yan...you are ruthless."
Similar words, deeply buried memories, swallowed her again at this moment with a mouth wide open, making her feel the pain that was too familiar to breathe.
Mu Yanzhu turned around and left.
Chu Xiangchen hurriedly followed her and followed her.
"Sister, it's been twenty-eight days, and the marketing account has confessed success. Should you also give me your WeChat account?"
"Why are you so persistent? What good do I have?"
"I don't know, I fell in love with you at first sight!"
"But what you see is only the superficial me. After you understand me more deeply, you may find that I am not as good as you think."
"Then let me get to know my sister slowly!"
Chu Xiangchen said every word, very firm.
"Let me know more about you, let me discover your shortcomings, and then my sister will let me give up."
Mu Yanzhu glanced at him.
He is an internet celebrity doing live broadcast, she knows.
In the impetuous circle, Chu Xiangchen's eyes were clear and pure, with the firmness and clarity of the years.
It really seems like he...like, like...
However, Mu Yanzhu still did not give Chu Xiangchen any reply, including contact information.
When she arrived at the door of her house, she packed the milk and flowers he had sent for the past 28 days in a box and placed it at the door.
"Take it away, your things."
"Mu Yanzhu!"
"How do you know my name?"
"You don't care how I know! I'm good to you, why don't you accept it?"
"Because you will never be him, even if you resemble him, you won't be."
"boom."
After saying this, Mu Yanzhu closed the door.
...
Should it be over?
She was so decisive, leaving no room to reject him, he should give up on her.
But Mu Yanzhu didn't expect that early the next morning, there was still a box of fresh milk at the door.
At noon, the front desk also received red roses.
The employees were teasing, asking her if she was a flower from her boyfriend.
Mu Yanzhu's smile was silent, his smile was not enough to catch the eye.
Only then did she see small words written on the petals of the rose.
"This is my WeChat, sister, please add me."
Then below is a string of numbers.
Mu Yanzhu hasn't played WeChat for a long time.
Because of that software, a person is buried, her past is buried, including her sweetness, her sorrow, her pain, her love, and the three years she could not participate in.
She now uses other chat methods to communicate with the company's employees.
It's not that no one asked her why she didn't play WeChat.
She only said that she was not used to using WeChat and had no words anymore.
Mu Yanzhu's thoughts returned and threw the roses into the box as always.
Does the new cycle begin again?
The children are quite persevering.
Chu Xiangchen's goodwill has already begun to intensify.
He knew exactly the magazine where Mu Yanzhu was located, so when he was off work, he personally came to pick up Mu Yanzhu.
Mu Yanzhu ignored him completely, he was not annoyed, followed behind her, walking along with a smile.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw the boy beckoning to her, "Sister, I am here."
Jiang Yan, I am here.
Once upon a time, there was also a boy who had the most exquisite eyebrows in the world, the brightest smile in the world, and the white teeth. As long as he smiled, the whole world was overshadowed.
"Jiang Yan, you still have me."
But Jiang Qingchi, I am no longer Jiang Yan, and I will never have you anymore.
"Don't come to the company to find me, it will cause unnecessary trouble to me. If there is another time, don't blame me for not showing you mercy."
Mu Yanzhu said so, but Chu Xiangchen turned a deaf ear.
In the evening of the next day, he still came.
Fashionable dressing and trendy dressing make countless older leftover women in the magazine happy. They can't wait to put this little milk dog in their arms and spoil them.
The little milk dog only stared at Mu Yanzhu.
He saw her come out of the magazine.
"sister!"
She ran over happily, her eyes were all in her.
The employees who come and go are all looking here.
Is this the editor-in-chief's boyfriend? So young, so envious of the editor-in-chief, you can find such a clingy little milk dog.
Mu Yanzhu brushed away Chu Xiangchen's hand.
"Did I say that yesterday? Please don't come to the company to find me. Are you hearing impaired?"
"We have to take the same subway anyway, what happened to me when I came to see you?"
"Because you have nothing to do with me. You are not my boyfriend or even a friend. Do you understand what I said?"
Mu Yanzhu finished speaking blankly and looked at the security guard.
"Security, he will come back next time and blast him out."
"Um... good editor in chief."
Chu Xiangchen's shoulders dropped, his head lowered, he was extremely injured, and even his eyes were red.
Mu Yanzhu has gone far.
Will she come to comfort him?
Will not.
Even with a chance, Chu Xiangchen knew that this fluke would never become a reality.
"Little brother, let's go." Uncle Security came over and couldn't bear to see the boy's face full of cuteness.
"Got it... I will go by myself."
He has both hands in his pockets, his back is cold and lonely.
"Tsk tsk, Editor-in-Chief Mu is too ruthless! She was kindly picked up!" One of the employees, seeing all this, couldn't help but complain.
"What do you know? Don't give him any hope if you don't like him. I think Editor Mu is doing the right thing." Another employee held a different attitude.
...
After receiving a blessing message from Li Wanna, Mu Yanzhu suddenly realized that tomorrow is her birthday.
After sending a message, Li Wanna called Mu Yanzhu again.
"After tomorrow, you will really be 27. You can't say 27 years old anymore."
"Everyone says I am 27."
"Little old girl, what's the matter with you? People are talking younger."
"26 and 27, is there any difference?" Mu Yanzhu asked back.
Li Wenna coughed twice and was speechless, "It's also..."
"By the way, haven't you been in love yet?"
On the topic of love, Mu Yanzhu has always kept silent.
"If you have nothing to do, I'll hang up, I still have a job here."
"Work, work, work, you have been busy for three years, and you have broken the three petals in one minute, why don't you take a break?"
"Then I rest, do you support me?"
"..." Li Wenna was blocked back.
"You little girl, speaking more and more harshly now."
Little girl...
She has passed the age of a little girl and is no longer a little girl.
There is no more Mu Ruqing breeze boy, open and gentle, smiling like a bright moon to embrace her.
"Want me to call you Senior Sister, huh?"
"I don't call you senior sister, or your sister, I call you Jiang Yan, because in my heart, I believe you are our Jiang family."
"My wife is you, Jiang Yan, and you are the only one."
Snapped.
Thoughts stopped abruptly.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Yanzhu finally decided to listen to Li Wanna and went out to get some air.
Although it is not time to get off work, the person swallowed by memories is like a cocoon. She can't find breath, oxygen, or light.
She can't work anymore and needs to go outside to see the sun to let her know that she is still alive.
There was a man sitting on the steps in front of the magazine.
The security guard saw Mu Yanzhu and was taken aback. He didn't expect that she would come out so early today.
"Editor-in-chief, I, I just wanted to drive this little boy away..."
Chu Xiangchen turned around when he heard the sound.
The moment his eyes met, Mu Yanzhu remained expressionless, "Why are you so obsessed with understanding."
Chu Xiangchen patted the dust on his and stood up.
"garrulous--"
An exquisite box was handed over.
Mu Yanzhu raised his eyebrows, "What is this?"
"Birthday gift, happy birthday to you."
"How are you—"
"Ask me how to know your birthday, keep it secret, because I like you, so I have a way to know you."
After a pause, Chu Xiangchen looked at her and said:
"I know you must drive me away again. I will leave now. I also know that tomorrow is your birthday. But I'm afraid you will be busy tomorrow or if you don't want to see me. Then you can work and I will leave. "
"..."
Mu Yanzhu stood where she was, until Chu Xiangchen's figure drifted away and was no longer visible, she opened the box.
Inside is a brown-red pen, very beautiful, high-end atmosphere, workmanship is also very good, the surface feels very smooth.
There was a note under the pen.
Chu Xiangchen's writing is crooked, not as good as his own:
"Happy birthday, sister Mu Yanzhu, I really hope that one day, I will be lucky enough to call you Chu Yanzhu."
Mu Yanzhu's tears came out at once.
Drops of crystal clear tears ran down her chin and hit the pen case, making noises.
She cried silently, but she was heartbroken, and her mind was full of "Jiang Yan", "Jiang Yan" and "Jiang Yan"...
Perhaps in the near future, she will be given another surname completely, and that surname is definitely not Jiang.
Jiang He, are you already a husband?
Are you facing another girl, spoiling her, giving her your surname?
Would you hold her and tell her I like you very much, I love you very much.
And she, Mu Yanzhu, the Mu Yanzhu who had been left behind by the Jiang family name, could only be in front of the magazine that is thousands of miles away, wishing him every success, and wishing him a good company by his side.
"Editor in chief, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"
The security guard had been here for two and a half years, and it was the first time he saw Mu Yanzhu crying.
Mu Yanzhu shook her head. She installed the pen, wiped away the tears, turned around and went back to work.
Since she chose this path, she had no choice.
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"Brother Xiao Chu, why do you feel unhappy these days?"
In Chu Xiangchen's live broadcast room, one of his fans asked him with concern.
Chu Xiangchen hooked his mouth and showed a big smile, "No, I am very happy every day!"
"Brother Xiao Chu's smile is pretended, I can feel it!"
"No," Chu Xiangchen blinked his eyes and said, "I, I must be happy every day, because in this way can happiness be brought to each of you and make you happy too!"
"Oh, brother Xiaochu, I love you~"
"I want to give birth to a monkey for Brother Xiao Chu~"
A pile of booing, followed by a row of gifts.
Chu Xiangchen told them not to give gifts, but a few die-hard fans still kept giving them.
"Brother Xiao Chu must be happy every day! As long as Brother Xiao Chu is happy, we will be happy!"
"Thank you! Mu, today is my wife of Chu Xiangchen hahaha."
But after turning off the live broadcast, the smile on his face disappeared.
He looked sideways at Mu Yanzhu who was still leaning on the subway door.
She would stand in that position, that direction, and even the angle she faced to the door, all the same.
And he, standing behind her every day, as long as she turns her eyes slightly, or turns around, she can see him here.
When paying attention to a person becomes a habit, unconsciously, she becomes an indispensable part of your life.
You start to think about her, how she was doing, what she ate, what she drank, and whether she laughed or cried today, whether she was bullied, whether she was wronged.
Chu Xiangchen felt that Mu Yanzhu had already grown in his heart.
Although it is not very deeply rooted now, the seeds have sprouted.
Arrived again.
Why is the time I spend with her so short every time.
24 hours a day, I only have ten minutes to watch you.
But you never looked at me.
Because you hide the "him" in your heart, even if he will never come, you are still waiting stupidly, just like a crow approaching the inkstone, knowing that it is wrong, you have to guard and approach step by step.
Why bother.
Love makes people really bitter.
Chu Xiangchen held this bitterness alone, as usual, following behind Mu Yanzhu.
Mu Yanzhu paused, turned around slowly, holding his arms.
"Would you like a cup of coffee."
Chu Xiangchen:? ? ?
"Don't forget it."
"Yes! I want it! I want it~!"
"Don't get me wrong, I just want to thank you for your birthday present, thank you for making me cry."
"what?"
Is there anything wrong with him giving the pen? It is a pen worth six thousand dollars.
Mu Yanzhu had already turned away.
Chu Xiangchen recovered and hurriedly followed!
Two people came to a coffee shop. There are not many people at the time. Mu Yanzhu chose the position by the window. From this angle, you can see the neon shadows outside the window, and the overpass is full of traffic.
"what do you want to drink?"
"The same as sister!"
"Then two cups of black coffee, no sugar, no milk, thank you."
Chu Xiangchen: "..."
Can he say that he can't drink anything bitter?
"Why is my sister crying? Are you not satisfied with what I gave?"
"No, I think of my old friend."
"Is that him? Is he who makes my sister sad?"
"..."
Mu Yanzhu did not answer directly, she changed the subject, "Have you heard a word?"
"Which sentence? Is it because of Hayao Miyazaki's sentence, the city where you live is raining, I want to ask if you bring an umbrella, but I hold back it, I'm afraid you say no, I can do nothing, just like me I love you, but I can't give you the company you want."
A fright flashed across Mu Yanzhu's eyes.
"how do you know?"
"Because I have read my sister's column, my sister said, I like this sentence the most."
"Ok."
"But sister, someone else said a word, I don't know if sister has heard it."
"what?"
Chu Xiangchen stared at her and said, "It's raining in the city where we live. I really want to ask if you bring an umbrella, but I resisted it because I was afraid that you didn't bring it. I said I would give you an umbrella. If you say no, I can go back in the rain. Just like I love you—"
"You... don't need my company."
Mu Yanzhu was silent.
The waiter brought coffee at this moment: "Two, your coffee."
Mu Yanzhu took a sip, only to find that the coffee was sweet.
"What I want is black coffee without sugar or milk."
"..." The waiter didn't laugh or explain, and soon walked away.
Mu Yanzhu frowned slightly.
How could the waiter make such a low-level mistake, and what did it mean to look at him without a deep meaning?
Chu Xiangchen disagrees: "Maybe people think that my sister needs some sugar."
Mu Yanzhu smiled, grinning reluctantly, "What you just said is good, but sorry."
"I'm sorry now, I hope I can change you to say "like me" in the future, then I will be satisfied."
He wanted to touch Mu Yanzhu's face very much.
Want it so so much.
Thinking so, did the same.
Just like that, he stretched his hand over.
Suddenly encountered obstacles in the air.
A slender hand intercepted Chu Xiangchen's touch, and what fell at the same time was an overbearing and bitter sentence, like a cold winter night, like ice on the snow, with cold words:
"Boy, she is my person, you can't touch it."