She Came To My Concert

So he was stunned again, looking at the two of them a little dazedly.

It's not that he thinks too much, but this scene looks too much like him asking his wife for money.

He wasn't the only one who was dumbfounded, the people on the table stared at the two of them again.

Zhu Wenshu had no choice but to explain again.

"He didn't have cash, so I prepared one for him."

"Oh, so."

Xu Guangliang was too excited today, and his brain was not strong enough. In fact, he didn't understand the logic at all, so he was pulled into a pose by his wife who was single-mindedly looking for a place, "I didn't realize that you have a good relationship before."

"It's okay." Ling Chen, who hadn't spoken much, moved his chair sideways, and just took advantage of this posture to look down at Zhu Wenshu, "Mr. Zhu will take care of me."

For some reason, Zhu Wenshu always felt that in this crowded banquet hall, Ling Chen's "Mr. Zhu" sounded more than just a title, but a bit of intimacy.

She wasn't the only one who felt this way.

Others at the table fell into the previous doubts again, and even Zhong Ya, who had a single line, turned her head to look at her.

Zhu Wenshu met their eyes, chose to hug his bag tightly, and stopped talking.

If she even explained this, it would be a bit of a cover-up.

But God knows, she and Ling Chen are obviously fine.

After the bride and groom took a group photo with Ling Chen, the best man and bridesmaids naturally took the opportunity to take a group photo alone.

Other people in the banquet hall who were about to move immediately took advantage of this opportunity to flock to Xu Guangliang, and Ling Chen also showed Xu Guangliang a lot of face, and he never refused to come, and took a group photo there one by one like a wax statue.

It wasn't until the master of ceremonies came on stage and told everyone that the wedding was about to begin that Ling Chen began to reject the guests.

After he sat down, the people around him didn't leave. They waited for the wedding to finish before continuing to take pictures without eating.

Zhu Wenshu himself has never experienced such a scene, and there is no way that so many onlookers can still watch the wedding ceremony on the stage calmly like Ling Chen.

So although she was facing the stage, it was difficult for her to focus on the newcomers.

After a while, she caught a glimpse of a man entering the entrance, looked around, and then made his way to their table.

The man was of medium height, wearing a black jacket, and a white sweater inside couldn't hide his swollen beer belly. When he walked over quickly, the facial features on his face gradually became clear.

The more Zhu Wenshu looked at him, the more familiar he became. There was a name in his mind that was about to come out, but he couldn't believe it.

This, this Zhang Boyi used to be quite handsome, how did he become so fat in seven or eight years?

Zhang Boyi stood in front of the table, and when he saw Ling Chen, his surprise was beyond words.

"Hey, Ling Chen! Long time no see, you're here!"

Ling Chen just nodded at him: "Long time no see."

Not everyone is keen on celebrities. For example, Zhang Boyi felt that Ling Chen's attitude was not so enthusiastic, and he didn't have to get close to him like others. He moved his eyes to the left, saw Zhu Wenshu, and smiled again: "You too Are you coming? We haven't seen each other for several years, right?"

"Yeah." Zhu Wenshu nodded, "Long time no see."

Afterwards, Zhang Boyi greeted several other people at the table, and said that he was late and had no place, so he sat at another table.

When he left, Zhong Ya was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, "Fuck... Time is a butcher's knife."

Zhu Wenshu also looked at his back in disbelief, and murmured: "I'm not mistaken, he could be..."

She asked Zhong Ya this question, but it was Ling Chen who answered her.

"It's Zhang Boyi."

"what?"

What shocked Zhu Wenshu this time was that Ling Chen could still recognize him.

Thinking that she had said her name back then, Ling Chen remembered it.

"You still remember him?"

"It's the one that gave you the Swarovski on your birthday."

A boy on the opposite side suddenly said, "You actually forgot?"

"No, I haven't forgotten."

Zhu Wenshu blinked, "How do you know this?"

The boy laughed: "The whole class knows."

Then he tilted his head, and the words in his mouth had already been spoken, only to realize that he was looking at Ling Chen.

"right?"

Ling Chen turned his head to look at the stage, and said lightly, "I don't know."

Thoughts drift far away in the noisy environment.

Wishing Wen Shu's birthday is not a secret in the high school class.

One morning in the first year of high school, in the English morning reading class, the teacher opened the door and said "happy birthday" to the wishing books in the first row.

This day is special, so many students remember that Zhu Wenshu was born on Christmas Eve.

So in the winter of the second year, a few days before Christmas Eve, Ling Chen heard several girls discussing what gift to give Zhu Wenshu in the corridor.

At that time, everyone had no money, and the gifts they could think of were little accessories or dolls. As they talked, the topic turned to the night market in the university town, saying that there were many female college students setting up stalls selling handicrafts recently, which were very beautiful.

The night before Christmas Eve, Ling Chen appeared in that side street.

The simple stalls are lined up on the side of the road, and the uniform white tablecloths are filled with a variety of gadgets.

Ling Chen walked this road three times, and finally stopped in front of a handmade jewelry stall.

He glanced over and picked up a silver chain with a few beads on it.