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The car stopped in front of a beautifully decorated coffee shop.
Wu Qianqian pulled out a thin fur hat from somewhere and put it on her head. She adjusted her sunglasses and followed behind Huang Xing.
The box was small, but it was elegantly decorated.
Wu Qianqian took off her hat and placed her sunglasses on the small square table.
The steaming hot coffee exuded a mysterious aura. The aroma of the coffee merged with the smell of Wu Qianqian's perfume, converging into a special fragrance that intoxicated the entire room.
Very funny, very clear, very mysterious.
Wu Qianqian tossed her hair and smiled mysteriously again. The two dimples on her cheeks were so seductive.
Huang Xing held the coffee cup, felt that it was too hot and put it back on the table. Wu Qianqian held her coffee cup with both hands, as if it was cold and she wanted to warm her hands with the cup.
Huang Xing was the first to break the silence. Why did you ask me out?
Wu Qianqian sighed softly, her eyes blinking strangely. "It seems like you really don't remember me anymore!"
Huang Xing was surprised for a moment and then bitterly smiled: "We used to know each other, and we know each other very well?"
Wu Qianqian lifted her head and curled her lips, her eyes slightly rolling back and forth. It was as if she was searching through her memories for some important parts. She held out a hand and paused in the air, then nodded unnaturally. All right, I'll tell you a story.
Huang Xing was even more confused and couldn't help but ask: "Does it have something to do with me?"
Wu Qianqian said, "Listen to me first."
Huang Xing nodded and said, "Alright then, I'll listen."
Wu Qianqian's expression became increasingly serious. Lightly opening her lips, she said, "You must remember that when you were in high school, there was a female classmate called Wu Yawen, right?"
Huang Xing was surprised: "Ah..." What, you know her? What is your relationship?
Wu Qianqian smiled lightly, but didn't directly answer Huang Xing's question. Instead, she continued: "Wu Yawen is a level lower than you, she's a liberal arts student. She wears a pair of light-colored glasses. Stupid, dumbfounded, very introverted …"
Huang Xing listened to her as he searched through his mind for more details about Wu Yawen. However, he couldn't figure out Wu Qianqian's intention in bringing Wu Yawen here.
Actually, in Huang Xing's impression, Wu Yawen was a shy, ordinary girl. She wasn't tall, didn't have a surprising physique, and her beauty didn't shock anyone. If it wasn't for Wu Qianqian suddenly mentioning her, perhaps she would never consciously think about that ordinary female classmate of hers in her entire life.
However, there was no doubt that the girl had a mysterious but very low-key relationship with Huang Xing.
Because Wu Yawen was too ordinary, Huang Xing didn't care about such matters at all.
While she was lost in her thoughts, Wu Qianqian continued, "At that time, you were the great scholar of the school. You often published articles in the school journal." You're good at sports, too, especially basketball. The school journal had a monthly issue, and Wu Yawen was required to read every issue. You play basketball every day after school, and Wu Yawen likes to stand quietly to one side and watch you, silently cheering you on in her heart. When you were in your senior year of high school, you published a lyrical essay in the school journal, which made Wu Yawen cry. She felt that you were a very emotional person. She admires you more and more, admires you, likes you, thinks she knows you, and writes a hopeful, three-thousand-word letter to be passed on to you by Sister Chen at the infirmary. From then on, she waited and waited, but until you graduated, she didn't receive your reply.
As he listened, Huang Xing became more and more shocked.
Huang Xing's mind indeed had a hazy impression of this.
In fact, he was still young back then, and because he often published articles in the school magazine, he was loved by some literary and artistic young women. There were even a few ignorant girls who used the method of writing notes to communicate with him. At that time, male students and female students were rather reserved and would usually not openly express themselves in words. Even if they were classmates, letters were still an essential communication tool. Huang Xing could barely remember how many times he had received a note of girls' adoration. At that time, he was also very introverted and rarely interacted with girls. Wu Yawen, on the other hand, was the least eye-catching female student. Thus, Huang Xing didn't reply or communicate at all after receiving her note.
However, this experience, which Wu Qianqian told him in detail, was extremely strange.
Huang Xing wanted to ask about the details, but Wu Qianqian quickly added, "This is Wu Yawen's first love." It was very sour and astringent. Originally, her academic performance was very good, but because she paid too much attention to you, she neglected her studies and even left a level behind in senior year of high school …
Hearing this, Huang Xing felt an inexplicable sense of apology. He had never thought that a casual coldness like this could cause such great harm to a girl.
Huang Xing couldn't help but ask, "Then, then do you know what Wu Yawen is doing now?"
Wu Qianqian glared at Huang Xing. "I want to know, why didn't you reply to Wu Yawen at that time?" In the years after you graduated, did you ever feel a little regret whenever you thought of her?
Huang Xing felt baffled, and asked: Wu Da-jie, I'm confused. What is your relationship with Wu Yawen? Sisters? Same village? A relative? Another thing is, we didn't even know each other before, how could you recognize me so easily?
Wu Qianqian slightly shook her head and continued to stare at Huang Xing: "Compared to Wu Yawen, who do you think is prettier?"
Huang Xing smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think there's any point in comparing their looks?" She was actually a very ordinary girl.
Wu Qianqian asked, "Oh?" You mean I'm prettier than she is?
Unfathomable!
Huang Xing frowned and said, "Yes." You are prettier than she is. But what was the point?
It's very significant, Wu Qianqian stressed. Let me ask you, if I had written you a note instead of Wu Yawen, would you have written me back?
Huang Xing touched his forehead and felt that Wu Qianqian was becoming more and more unreliable.
What was this all about?
Strange.
Strangely.
Wu Qianqian stroked her hair in a completely different way as she gave a conflicted smile.
Huang Xing asked repeatedly: "Tell me, what is your relationship with Wu Yawen?"
Wu Qianqian raised her eyebrows. You really want to know?
Huang Xing nodded slightly.
I can tell you about Wu Yawen. But you have to answer my question.
Huang Xing smiled bitterly and said, "Don't you think that your question is too boring?"
Wu Qianqian shook her head. I don't think so. At least.
Huang Xing touched his hair to boost the circulation of the blood in his brain.
Answer me, Wu Qianqian urged.
Maybe, maybe not, Huang Xing said perfunctorily. Are you satisfied with this answer?
Wu Qianqian gave a faint smile. She suddenly reached for her purse, unzipped it and took out an exquisite lady's purse.
True ostrich leather bag with three indented letters printed on the zipper: YKK.
The genuine python skin purse, the luxurious aura, perfectly matched Wu Qianqian's nobility and mysteriousness.
Wu Qianqian opened her purse and took out something out of nowhere.
Huang Xing was suddenly shocked!
On the ID card that Wu Qianqian had taken out were three bold black words: Wu Yawen.
Huang Xing rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken.
However, he truly did not dare to connect this proud, cold, mysterious, and noble female host with the timid, ordinary, and introverted Wu Yawen.
Looking at the avatar on the ID card, it looked exactly like the combination of Wu Yawen and Wu Qianqian. Nie Li could barely see a trace of Wu Yawen's shadow on the photo.
Huang Xing was stunned. He stared at it for a long time without knowing what to do.
Until Wu Qianqian kept her ID card.
Huang Xing stammered, "You — are you really — Wu Yawen?"
Wu Qianqian closed her purse and drew a beautiful arc in the air with her hand. I'm the silly girl from before. Wu Yawen. Wu Qianqian, this is the stage name I took after graduating from college.
All of a sudden, Huang Xing was extremely annoyed. Surprise? Surprise? Panic?
His complicated state of mind made Huang Xing flustered. He blurted out a question: "Did you go to Korea to fix your face?"
The moment he said that, Huang Xing felt that it was too rude. Even though it would make it sound like a joke, this kind of atmosphere wasn't suitable to be used as a joke.
But Wu Qianqian did not get angry. She said self-deprecatingly, "Women change at the age of eighteen. The more beautiful they become, the better they look." However, you didn't seem to have changed much. I recognized you at a glance just now.
Huang Xing carefully sized up the dignified female host in front of him. Her current beauty, makeup, and the huge achievements she had in the hosting world couldn't be compared with the introverted little girl from before. Even though, it was almost irrefutable now.
What's the matter, old classmate? Wu Qianqian saw Huang Xing hesitating, as if he was trying to break a zombie.
Huang Xing said, "You, the change, is too big."
Wu Qianqian tilted her pretty head, emphasizing, I really didn't go to Korea to get my face cut. No, no. I am the original.
Actually, at this moment, Wu Qianqian and Huang Xing each had their own mental state.
To Wu Qianqian, Huang Xing had always been a fledgling memory in her mind. Even though his career was at its peak, a man who was over a hundred times better than Huang Xing could form an extra platoon and stand around him as he paid his respects. But that young girl, that ignorant and sour first love, and that boy who had opened his heart in youth, were forever engraved in his heart. Now that he was mature and steady, he was no longer shy or introverted. The instant she bumped into Huang Xing, it was as if she suddenly teleported back to high school.
It is true that women are naturally vain. Wu Yawen, who had always worshiped Huang Xing as her idol, could finally face Huang Xing from above now on. Perhaps it was not just to make Huang Xing feel bad for not cherishing him, but also to make him feel regret for not cherishing him at that time. A sparrow turning into a phoenix was not a myth. When a lone sparrow flew up to the top of a tall tree, being the center of attention, everything that she had once lost or missed would be destined to become the regret of others.
For Huang Xing, time had passed, and he had changed. The sky was still the sky, but the people were changing every day. The earth-shattering change in Wu Yawen's appearance and personality indeed made Huang Xing a little sad and happy at the same time. It might be a bit hypocritical to say there was no regret at all. However, to a certain extent, what Huang Xing was somewhat proud of was Wu Yawen's sudden and shocking transformation. Just imagine, a female trump card host with a certain level of influence and perception in the entire province and even the entire country was a classmate of his in high school. Furthermore, she had once been his loyal follower.
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