Long Street

Jin Fubai was so close, with his unique agarwood scent in his ears, Xiang Yu's back was a little stiff.

Because of playing with mobile phones, her sitting posture is very casual, and her back is not very straight. Now she wants to sit upright, but she feels that she can't perform even slight movements naturally.

Xiang Yu thought a little confusedly:

Is it now?

Has he started charging for his lunch?

But Jin Fubai just finished those few words, then got up and pulled away. He took the cigarette case and smiled and joked with her: "So curious about me? Show it to you?"

As he said, put the cigarette case and the small box with the agarwood sticks lightly in front of Xiang Yu.

Open the box to the taro and lightly smell agarwood.

There used to be old people in the family who made offerings to the Buddha. Xiang Yu often smelled agarwood in the "Great Compassion Mantra" when he was a child. Unfortunately, the Buddha didn't get sick and the old man passed away many years ago.

Thinking of some things in her childhood, she couldn't help spreading a little sadness.

Fortunately, Jin Fubai spoke at this moment: "You have eaten? Do you want to go back to take a nap?"

His words were soft, as if this nap was not about each of them lying alone, but about embracing each other to sleep.

Xiang Yu's sadness was also turned away, and a male singer was singing English songs on the stage, the tone was very soothing.

In such a soothing tone, she avoided the importance and neglected. She said neither "good" nor "bad", but only answered: "Let's go."

While waiting for the elevator, Xiang Yu's cell phone kept shaking in his hand, it was an unfamiliar phone.

She picked it up, did not speak, and the person opposite yelled: "Taro."

The voice was too familiar, and Xiang Yu didn't even frown. He took the phone away from his ear as a routine matter. After hanging up the phone, he blocked the phone number.

These actions fell in Jin Fu's white eyes. He pressed the elevator door button and asked casually, "Who makes you so annoying?"

The design of the elevator is very user-friendly, probably to take care of the children. The button to open the door is located down. People with superior height like Jin Fubai press the elevator, not the kind of gesture with the fingers pointing upwards, but with the fingertips hanging down and palms. The raised bones on the back resemble white jade fan bones.

Xiang Yu stared subconsciously for a long time.

The elevator stopped on their floor, and it happened that the elevator door opened with a "ding".

There is no emotion on his face when he is quiet.

"My ex boyfriend."

As Yu walked into the elevator, he said, "I just broke up a month ago."

"Why did you split up?"

Xiang Yu couldn't help but look at Jin Fubai. She didn't think he was a man who would ask such gossip questions, so she was a little surprised at his question.

She saw Jin Fubai's serious expression, and suddenly understood that he was asking her what kind of attitude she had towards feelings.

This is a temptation before "everything begins".

The restaurant is on the 5th floor, and Jin Fubai’s suite is on the 7th floor.

It's just that during the ten-odd seconds of the elevator running, Xiang Yu finished her one year of feelings in simple words. She is not a person who can speak ill of her ex-boyfriend, only that Zhao Yanmo understands hard work in a certain sense. Not the same as her.

Jin Fubai summarized the reason: "Because he is not capable enough?"

"No."

Xiang Yu shook his head and sighed comfortably and naturally, "Because he ignored my feelings during the so-called hard work. He made me feel no love and care."

Jin Fubai was quite pertinent, and he was not partial. He smiled as if chatting and said: "Men and women have different ways of thinking. Maybe your ex-boyfriend just wants to make plans for you in the future, so he tries to stay in the Imperial City. "

When the elevator reached the floor, the metal door panel slowly opened to both sides.

She looked back at Jin Fubai, as if laughing at him not understanding: "Youqing drank enough water, the love points are gone, and what are you trying to stay for."

This sentence is like the silver hairpin of the queen mother, drawing a galaxy that is difficult to cross between Xiang Yu and Jin Fubai.

Jin Fubai still swiped the door of the suite with his key card and made a "please" gesture to let Xiang Yu go in.

Xiang Yu also asked him if he would like to have a cup when he was making coffee, just as he did a few days ago.

But they dispense with other unnecessary communication.

When he went to the airport early the next morning, Jin Fubai drove a car with a Changsha license plate and drove Xiang Yu with him.

The weather in Changsha has completely cleared up, the blue sky is washing, white clouds are floating above the head, the city is washed brightly by the heavy rain, and the street vendors who are working are also smiling.

Xiang Yu put the suitcase in the trunk of the car, and when he sat in the back seat, Jin Fubai ridiculed: "Am I really a driver?"

"How come, then I can't afford to sit." Xiang Yu said with a smile.

In fact, it is still a pity. Xiang Yu looked at the receding scenery outside the window and comforted himself somewhat sadly:

People who are not suitable are not suitable, just like she is obsessed with cooking hibiscus flowers in the bone broth of the restaurant in Changsha, but it is impossible to pack the cook into the suitcase.

She looked at Jin Fubai's profile.

Treat it as a memory.

Probably the continuous heavy rain hindered the traffic for too long. The airport hub hit his shoulders. Xiang Yu guessed that Jin Fubai would use the VIP channel to check in when he booked first class, but he didn’t. He walked quietly next to Xiang Yu. She had to tilt her head and ask: "Are you checking in here too?"

In front of them is a crowded check-in counter. There are more than 20 people in each window, wearing different colored costumes, which looks a little messy.

Jin Fubai took off his sunglasses, but just smiled.

Half an hour after queuing to check in to Yu, there was a vase in the suitcase she was going to check in, which she bought in the scenic spot while traveling.

The ceramic vase is fragile. She needs to sign her name on a document before the airport is willing to consign it.

When signing, he lowered his head to taro, and his loose mid-length hair was hanging down to block his eyes.

Jin Fubai stood beside her, took out the hand that was in the pocket, and picked up the strand of hair with his fingertips to help her tuck it behind her ears.

The tip of the pen sliding on the paper to Taro paused for a while. She didn't lift her eyes, and her voice was inaudible: "Thank you."

The check-in staff posted a "fragile" sticker on Xiangyu's suitcase. Obviously they saw the interaction between Jin Fubai and Xiangyu. When they spoke, they smiled like "comfortable". : "Your luggage has been checked. This is the ticket. Please go to the left after the security check."

She probably thought that they were loving couples.

After the security check, they stood at the passageway where the security check ended.

Xiang Yu stood with Jin Fubai holding the ticket, and in front of them was the bright and spacious window of the airport. Several planes could be seen parked on the tarmac, and the white wings were dazzled by the sun.

The same flight is waiting in the same area, and the next one is also on the way.

But Jin Fubai raised the ticket in his hand and shook it. He smiled and said, "Goodbye, Xiang Yu."

Xiang Yu also smiled and said, "Thank you so much these days, goodbye."

They are walking in the same direction, but they are not side by side again.

Both know that each other's "goodbye" is actually just a kind word.

The domestic flight time was not long. Jin Fubai read half of the magazine and then closed his eyes slightly. When he opened his eyes again, the plane had landed at the Imperial City Airport.

The first-class person has got up, and he has also got up.

The flight attendant smiled and said "goodbye" to each passenger, but when Jin Fubai got up, he said, "Mr. Jin, you go slowly."

Jin Fubai nodded slightly and stepped off the plane.

Thinking that there was still a girl who was familiar with the economy class behind him, she didn't stop.

Have you hesitated?

Actually, I did.

Few people in their circle marry someone who truly loves.

To put it harshly, love does not exist in their families, only the interest system is like the root system of a big tree, which is always complex but unbreakable.

Everyone knows that he will be on such a trajectory, so everyone does not break it.

Love is their luxury.

These days, Jin Fubai has also seen through the girl Xiangyu. From her lazy and careless attitude towards career, she knows that this girl is not a rich family, and there should be some family background in the family, so that she will not have that kind of family. Economic pressure, eager to get into work after graduation, and still have the capital to travel for a month.

Her attitude towards "love" is obviously different from them.

Xiang Yu wants innocent and passionate feelings. She probably doesn't care about the rich and the poor when she falls in love with someone. She said that she is full of water with love.

Jin Fubai couldn't cope with this kind of pure love.

To be honest, he was a little scared.

Aren't you afraid, the women who are in their circles are mostly conspiring, come and go, but they don't remember their appearances and names but they still remember what they have in common-strong vanity and so coquettish.

If the package is not good enough, you can send a car, and the car is really not good enough to send you a house.

This kind of conspiracy is sometimes their advantage, after all, "conspiracy" means that it will not be too troublesome to separate.

Unlike Yu, this girl is so extravagant that she only wants love.

How extravagant love is, who can afford it?

He can't do it anyway.

After leaving the airport, the driver saw him rushing over: "Mr. Jin."

Jin Fubai had no luggage, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers with empty hands, and looked at the driver: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Jin, Mr. Li asked you to go to his place and asked me to send you to his place directly. Do you think you have this intention?"

This "President Li" was talking about Jin Fubai's friend Li Qi, and the hotel he stayed in in Changsha belonged to Li Qi.

Jin Fubai: "Yeah."

The driver showed some hesitation, and Jin Fubai glanced at him; "Is there anything else?"

"There is news from Changsha asking about the car you are driving to the airport...what should I do with the things in the back seat?"

Jin Fubai didn't like cumbersomeness. He never took luggage when he went out, and he didn't remember what he put on the back seat.

Things that can't be remembered are treated as "not important", so he said lightly: "Lost it."

The driver's expression became a little weird, and he reminded Jin Fubai awkwardly: "Throwing banknotes is illegal."

Under Jin Fubai's faint gaze, the driver said that there was a red envelope on the back seat of the Changsha car with Jin Fubai's name and a few auspicious words written on it.

Only Xiang Yu had been in that car.

Jin Fu's white eyes moved, "Send someone to me."

Instead of going to Li Qi's place, he waited in the VIP lounge of the airport.

Waiting for several hours, did not wait for anything, but waited for Li Qi, who was full of gossips.

When Li Qi arrived at the airport, Jin Fubai was sitting on the soft brown-red sofa drinking coffee. He didn't know what the waiter was saying. He tilted his head slightly, as if listening.

After the waiter left, Li Qi wore a pair of greenish sunglasses and an off-white suit. He twisted in front of Jin Fubai step by step, "What's the matter? I'm waiting for you in the venue. Thanks, what kind of coffee do you have at the airport?"

Jin Fubai glanced at him: "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing?"

Li Qi pointed to his nose, and his tone was like singing, "You have taken a girl to stay in a hotel for several days, and are you not going to talk to your brother? Don’t think I don’t know about it in Changsha, but I’m monitoring the hotel lobby. I saw it, the little girl with a few words left with you? That's awesome, Brother Jin!"

Jin Fubai didn't bother to answer such words, and took a sip of his coffee.

"Talk about it, don't you think these things are boring, you usually find it annoying when a woman is next to each other, so why do you suddenly see one?"

Li Qi didn't give up, chattering, "The monitor can't see clearly, is that girl particularly beautiful? How beautiful? Is it more beautiful than the mixed race I found for you last month?"

Jin Fubai then leaned back on the chair and watched Li Qi silently.

He was a little crippled like this, but Li Qi did not flinch. He took off his sunglasses and his neck was suffocating: "You don't want to talk about this, but why didn't you bring it back? I heard that the other girl didn't come with you. I've left you with money after flying on the plane..."

Jin Fubai knew that Li Qi had nothing to say, otherwise he would not drive all the way to the airport to gossip.

When I lifted my eyelids, I heard Li Qi sternly say: "Brother Jin, the girl slept with you for a few days. Did you leave you a prostitute when you left?"

At this time, a woman dressed as a flight attendant walked over and called respectfully: "Mr. Jin."

The woman said, "Changsha asked me to bring you something."

The flight attendant who had just landed flew over from Changsha, and she handed Jin Fubai a file bag.

There is not much weight in the document bag. Jin Fubai poured out the contents in a square red envelope.

Li Qi's leather shoes clicked on the tiled floor, and he owed a sentence beside him: "Hey~ the prostitute is here."

Jin Fubai was too lazy to pay attention to him, his attention was all on the red envelope:

I don’t know where Xiangyu got the red envelopes. The materials are really inferior. The thin paper on the seal has been cracked open by the person who stuffed money into it. The hot stamping pattern on the cover is printed with "A hundred years of marriage, happy wedding", and a bunch of unrecognizable patterns and gold lines. It is not aligned with the pattern, and the printing is off.

The words on the back are probably written to taro—

I wish Jin Fubai: Good luck, great wealth, happy every day.

Obviously, I want to AA out the expenses of the past few days and owe each other.

It's like a grandma giving a red envelope to her grandson, and she still has to write some auspicious words and don't know what's wrong?

The word "Jin" was also wrong, and he painted a heart-shape very far-fetched.

It's just that the fountain pen didn't dry out easily, and it was touched by something unknown, and the heart shape faded a bit, revealing the outline of the wrong words.

"Jin" can be written as "shoes" as well.

The corners of Jin Fubai's mouth bend.

The red envelope is 10,000 yuan and does not need to be opened. People who often touch money with this kind of weight will know it by weighing it in their hands.

Jin Fubai stared at the red envelope for a while, then suddenly frowned.

It seems that he is not very willing to be a stranger to Xiang Yu.