At noon, Jiang Nan went to the newly opened fast food restaurant downstairs of the company to wait for food.
Their company does not include meals, so the restaurants downstairs are very busy at this time.
There are long lines of people everywhere.
This newly opened fast food restaurant probably didn't have many customers yet, so there weren't many people queuing up.
Jiang Nan queued up here for convenience.
She's not particular about what she eats, but she doesn't like to wait.
Within three or four minutes, it was her turn.
The boss who cooked the food was a very gentle and kind-hearted middle-aged man. He held a big spoon and asked Jiang Nan what he wanted to eat.
Jiang Nan ordered two dishes at random, then took the things and sat down at an empty seat in the store.
She lowered her head and took a bite of the freshly beaten braised eggplant. It tasted pretty good, with a sweet taste.
Just as Jiang Nan was about to take a bite of rice, a bowl of hot soup was suddenly placed in front of her table.
Jiang Nan was stunned and said subconsciously: "I didn't order it."
She looked up at the person who had brought her something to her, who was standing next to her desk wearing long, stain-resistant sleeves.
Her eyes gradually moved upward, and she saw the figure of a handsome man. Then she said in surprise: "Yan Song? Why are you here?"
Yan Song chuckled, pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down: "I saw you when you were queuing just now, but it's a pity that you didn't see me."
He was wearing a dark blue apron.
Jiang Nan opened his mouth wide: "Are you the owner of this fast food restaurant?"
Yan Song shook his head: "This is driven by my uncle. I just come here to help occasionally."
Jiang Nan nodded thoughtfully: "It's really fate that I met you again."
"Fate?" Yan Song's eyes dimmed: "It can be said to be deep, but it can also be said to be shallow."
"Is he a great writer now?" Jiang Nan joked. She remembered that Yan Song used to be more dull, always wearing thick glasses and not talking to others.
At that time, Jiang Nan still thought that there were people in the class who were more introverted than her.
So much so that in the first month when they were roommates, they spoke only a handful of times.
Yan Song smiled, seeming to remember those days of his own. He pushed the bowl of hot soup toward her again: "Drink it. It's such a cold day, so you need to drink something hot to keep warm."
"Thank you." Jiang Nan looked at the bowl of soup and said softly.
"Are you working as a translator here?" Yan Song looked at the building where she worked at some point.
Jiang Nan followed his gaze and replied, "Yes."
Yan Song nodded silently. After a moment of silence, he stood up and said, "Then I'll go help first. You eat slowly."
He nodded to Jiang Nan and then walked over to the man who had just brought Jiang Nan food to help.
Jiang Nan looked at his back and then at the soup on the table, wondering what he was feeling.
She often feels comfortable staying with Yan Song. Their personalities are very similar, and Yan Song is a little more easy-going and natural than her, which makes her not too restrained.
Now that they have grown up, this feeling seems to have not changed much, and they can feel it when they get along.
Zhou Zhengan was a little busy today. It was already past ten o'clock when he got home.
The living room was brightly lit, and everything was quiet.
He walked into the bedroom and found Jiang Nan already resting.
There was only a small light on his side of the bedroom, probably left by Jiang Nan specially for him.
Jiang Nan curled up beside the bed and slept with a thick book on his pillow.
I guess I was so sleepy looking at it that I even forgot to put the book down.
Fortunately, she could sleep like this.
The light shines on her fair face, soft and tranquil.
Zhou Zhengan unknowingly lowered his voice, quietly took off his tie and hung it on the shelf, then walked into the bathroom.
When he came out, Jiang Nan still maintained the posture where he had just pillowed his head on the book.
Zhou Zhengan was really afraid that she would give him a pillow, so he walked to her with good intentions, and a shadow fell around Jiang Nan.
Her eyelashes trembled.
Zhou Zheng'an bent down in front of her, pulling her pillow with one hand and gently picking up the book with the other. He wanted to put the pillow under her head, but as soon as his hand made a move, the sleeping person opened his eyes. Eye.
Jiang Nan looked at him, his eyes gradually focused.
Zhou Zhengan was only half a meter away from her, and they looked at each other for a moment.
Zhou Zhengan looked into her thoughtful eyes, and for a moment he forgot what he was going to do.
One of his hands had already been placed on the back of Jiang Nan's head, and he could only remain awkwardly still at this moment.
Jiang Nan glanced at his hanging arms, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes suddenly focused, like a frightened deer, looking at Zhou Zhengan in surprise.
Her whole body went stiff, and all her sleepiness was washed away.
Zhou Zhengan frowned and didn't understand where she got such a big reaction.
He took his hand away and stood up straight.
Jiang Nan involuntarily shrank her body to the other side, feeling her violent heartbeat.
It was the same heartbeat as when I woke up this morning and thought about last night's dream.
It's so similar to that dream.
"I just want to help you put the book away." Zhou Zhengan said expressionlessly.
Jiang Nan came back to her senses and then remembered that there was a book as high as the pillow beside her bed. She had been feeling sleepy while reading just now. She just wanted to close her eyes and lie down for a while, but she didn't expect to sleep until this time.
Jiang Nan raised her head and looked into Zhou Zheng'an's deep eyes. His eyes showed emotions that she couldn't understand, and he seemed a little angry.
Jiang Nan thought of his big move just now, which seemed to have made him unhappy.
"I'm sorry..." she apologized.
She couldn't talk to Zhou Zhengan about last night's dream. When she opened her eyes and saw Zhou Zhengan, her reaction was: Why is she dreaming again?
That's why he acted like that.
Her expression was seen in Zhou Zhengan's eyes, and Zhou Zhengan saw regret, shame, and even... escape? Seeing her like this, it's hard not to misunderstand her.
His eyes darkened a bit.
Zhou Zhengan said nothing, turned around, walked to the other side of the bed, lay down, and turned off the light.
The bedroom fell into darkness again.
Jiang Nan clung to the edge of the bed, not even daring to lean in the middle, for fear that if she got closer to Zhou Zhengan, she would have another ridiculous dream tonight.
The distance between them returned to that time when the next two people could be accommodated.
In the dark night, Zhou Zhengan's face became increasingly ugly.
So, Jiang Nan is avoiding him?
Because of what happened last night? Zhou Zhengan turned over coldly and leaned on the other side of the bed.
Now the distance between them is more than enough for three people.
Probably due to Jiang Nan's intentional self-restraint, she didn't move much that night. When she got up in the morning, she still maintained the same position as when she slept last night.
Jiang Nan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't cause any more trouble.
Zhou Zheng'an left the house early and they didn't touch him.
For the next few days, the two of them remained in this state.
No one took the initiative to talk to anyone, and the number of real face-to-face encounters was very few.
Jiang Nan didn't know how he pissed off Zhou Zheng'an. Anyway, he just didn't pay much attention to her.
This situation continued into the weekend.
They are going to the Song family for dinner today.
Zhou Zhengan had some things to do in the morning and went out early in the morning. He still didn't come back after four o'clock in the afternoon.
Jiang Nan was originally hesitant to call him to remind him, but Zhou Zhengan's text message came in first.
- Come down.
Just two words.
Jiang Nan hurriedly packed up and rushed downstairs. Zhou Zhengan's car was parked at the door.
She opened the car door and sat in. Once the door was closed, the air conditioner was blocked out.
Jiang Nan breathed out.
After waiting for a while, the car has not started yet.
Jiang Nan couldn't help but look at Zhou Zhengan, who reminded her coldly: "Seat belt."
Jiang Nan reacted and quickly turned around to fasten his seat belt.
The car finally started moving.
They were quite silent all the way.
*
The Song family's location was an old residential building, and their car couldn't drive in, so it was parked in the hotel parking lot opposite the residential complex.
After getting off the car, Jiang Nan was still a little unsure about where he was, so he called Shen Li to ask for directions.
Zhou Zhengan followed her unhurriedly with his hands in his coat pockets.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Nan was still thinking about the issues of southeast, northwest and northwest.
Shen Li said that he entered the eastmost building of the community gate, but who knows which direction is divided into southeast and northwest?
She turned around sheepishly and asked Zhou Zhengan: "Do you know where the east is?"
Zhou Zhengan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't you know the location of your home?"
Jiang Nan smiled bitterly: "My mother remarried when I was a sophomore in high school. I lived on campus at that time, and I haven't been here much since."
When Shen Li married Song Kuan, Song Kuan was still a middle school teacher and had a stable career. However, Shen Li was dragged down by Jiang Feng and had nothing to do.
Shen Li followed Song Kuanyan's advice, and even after getting married, he was still cautious. Even though they had lived with others, Jiang Nan didn't dare to be disobedient. She knew that Song Kuan was in favor of her, so she didn't even dare to go there in those years. Song family.
They lived in the dormitory during class and went to live in their old house during the long vacation.
Later, after I went to college, it became even less important.
This is Jiang Nan's first serious visit.
It's ridiculous to say that if Song Kuan hadn't met Zhou Zhengan that day and wanted to climb this big tree, they might not be here today.
Song Kuan would not keep asking Shen Li to rush her.
Shen Li didn't tell her this, but Jiang Nan knew it.
The tip of her nose was red, and she looked a little aggrieved. Zhou Zhengan's cold eyes were a little turbulent for a moment.
He still had a cold face and stretched out his hand to point her in a direction.
"East," he said.
...
Shen Li had already prepared a table of meals, and the door was wide open, waiting for them to arrive.
Jiang Nan actually met Song Yan.
He reluctantly stepped in and sat at the dinner table, seemingly forced by his father.
Jiang Nan was sarcastic in his heart, Zhou Zhengan was so attractive to Song Kuan.
"Xiaonan is here." Song Kuanben was sitting on the small sofa watching TV. When he saw the two people coming in, he stood up with a smile.
This house is less than 70 square meters, and Zhou Zheng'an's tall body standing at the door looks very out of place.
