It's late at night in a coastal city in Eastern Xia.
The atmosphere in Lijing Teahouse was tense.
It was like a meeting between illegal organizations. The man in a black coat was sitting on the outer balcony, his eyebrows were solemn and heavy. His appearance was relatively good, and his two strands of beard were obviously carefully groomed, as meticulous as his clothes.
A woman wearing a cheongsam came towards her and swayed towards her, but was pushed away without mercy. Her smile was slightly stiff but still charming.
"Mr. Zhao, why bother rejecting someone thousands of miles away?"
"Except for Wu Shan, you are not her."
Mr. Zhao shook his head, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but it was concealed by his calmness and seemed very natural.
"Even if Miss Chen is good in all kinds of ways, it is all in the past." Miss Liu said, "She has a husband. How can she travel the world with you as a matchmaker said?"
Miss Liu sat over this time, and Mr. Zhao closed his eyes, as if falling into uncontrollable sadness.
When he opened it again, he had become determined.
"I'm here today to get an answer. How could I ignore her after we've been in love abroad for several years?"
Miss Liu covered her face with a handkerchief and said in a trembling voice: "Then how should I deal with myself?"
"I don't ask for anything in return from her," Mr. Zhao said.
"I know what you mean." Miss Liu lamented. After a while, she patted her hands lightly. The wooden door of the teahouse private room opened, and three men and one woman walked in.
The girl in the lead has a delicate face and a temperament like a white lotus. She is only wearing common clothes, but she still can't conceal her tranquility.
"Zhao Menghua, my husband and I came to see you today just to break off our relationship."
Next to him, the boy of medium height was trembling all over, and the smile on his lips could hardly be restrained.
"Ahem, Lu Mingfei, it's your turn."
In the corner, Su Xiaoqiang pressed the button of the camera and reminded in a low voice.
Feeling the attention gathered, Lu Mingfei perked up. Today was a group activity for the literary club. According to the president's suggestion, the class called for manpower to organize the filming. He was lucky enough to play the role of "husband", although he only knew scripts related to him. , but the character itself is already worth it.
This is a hint... Lu Mingfei looked at Zhao Menghua like a fighting enemy, perfectly showing the "ferocious expression" in the script.
"My wife will not leave with you. Everyone is young and ignorant sometimes, not to mention that you are active on the battlefield, and no one will collect the body when you die. If I were you, don't disturb her life!"
When Chen Wenwen heard this, she "couldn't help" reaching out and grabbing the clothes around her heart, her expression showing worry and pain.
The two servants named Xu behind him took a step forward, their ferocious expressions full of oppression.
But Mr. Zhao was not afraid at all. He stood up and came to Miss Chen. Lu Mingfei's eyes wandered and he took a small step to the side.
"I am terminally ill and will not die soon. I am here to tell you that I have never regretted that encounter in a foreign country." Zhao Menghua glanced at Husband Lu with a hidden sarcasm, "I am satisfied to see you happily married today. , if he gets wet together one day..."
In the corner, Su Xiaoqiang yawned boredly. This kind of pretentious and lingering script is naturally the masterpiece of the president of the literary club. From the perspective of a bystander, this is probably a naked test before a formal confession, before the relationship between lovers is established. A wise move, after all, confession is a trumpet that symbolizes victory, and the charge usually kills people.
At present, the plot has been laid to the end, and it depends on whether Chen Wenwen is willing to do so. Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao probably know the inside story, so they are willing to play supporting roles. As for the protagonist, of course, she will play the role. She actually had a good impression of Zhao Menghua for a while, until A certain transfer student arrives.
"Let's just say goodbye."
Zhao Menghua "bumped" the two servants away and walked straight out the door.
"Wait, where can you go with your illness?"
Chen Wenwen was crying vaguely.
"Whoever has his own place is nothing but a handful of loess."
Chen Wenwen stepped forward and grabbed the other party's clothes, and put her head on Zhao Menghua's back.
"I want to go with you."
"I'm already dying, why bother teasing."
"This statement is absolutely true. I dare not deceive you."
Su Xiaoqiang drank a few sips of water to relieve the embarrassment.
Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, was a little at a loss. According to normal circumstances, his wife was going to run away with her, so he at least had to say something, but it was not in the script, and it was just that sentence in the final scene.
So he instinctively tried to get closer.
Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao looked at each other and could only stop him side by side. This guy really didn't understand that the two couples were basically in love with each other.
An inaudible sigh sounded, and no one, including Lu Mingfei, heard it.
Mr. Zhao and Ms. Chen hugged each other. Cameraman Su called the sound card and then turned off the video.
"It's finally over, Boss Zhao, you were so powerful just now, you scared me." Xu Yanyan turned around and greeted Zhao Menghua.
Chen Wenwen saw Lu Mingfei standing there with his head bowed, and ran over and said, "Thank you for staying with us so late."
Lu Mingfei was like a mummy coming to life again, and answered with a smile, "Next time there is such an event, just call me. Although I can't help much, I can still contribute."
Chen Wenwen was surprised, "This is the last time. Didn't I say it yesterday?"
Lu Mingfei: "..."
No one told him.
"Maybe you didn't hear it."
Lu Mingfei could only nod.
After the event ended, Zhao Menghua stayed to discuss the venue fee with the teahouse owner, accompanied by Chen Wenwen, and the others went back to their homes. Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at the huge sum of twenty yuan in his hand. If he walked back, his Internet time would be significantly improved. extend.
The next day, the last day of the weekend, it was sunny in the afternoon.
Lu Mingfei sat in front of the computer in his bedroom and played GG. This was the sixth game he lost. He lasted 22 minutes and 23 seconds. Twelve human cruisers used saturation attacks to destroy their own insect tide. The opponent's micro-management was very good. Perfect use of the machine gunner's flexibility.
An aunt's shout came from outside the house. Lu Mingfei ended the communication with Old Tang and left the touch area of the old IBM notebook with his palm. Fighting with red dots ultimately reduced a lot of reaction speed and operation accuracy. However, except for old classmates, there is currently no The player can fight against himself to the point of anxiety, and for a helper who kills time, he doesn't mind a grateful Tang with his palms clasped together.
A box of discounted milk bags.
Half a pound of sausage.
My cousin Lu Mingze wants a new magazine.
Pick the celery off the table when you come back.
When passing by the community communication office, you have to check if there is any letter from across the sea.
The five things were stuffed into his mind by his aunt at once. Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the Calabash Baby he watched when he was a child. Unfortunately, he was not a positive character. As a scorpion spirit, his ability was limited and he had to concoct them one by one. In the absence of the help of the snake spirit, Next, it may not be successful.
"What's the first thing to do when you come out?"
On the TV, Hong Kong movies were sweeping across this era. Lu Mingfei hesitated between magazines and sausages for a long time, so he fell into thinking.
"The first thing you have to do when you come out is to come out."
It dawned on him, and he opened the door and set off.
When we walked out of the corridor, there was no one in the community. People were working at work and people at school were on holiday. The surrounding area seemed very quiet.
Passing by the communication room, Lu Mingfei got a reply from the guard. In theory, it should be from the top-ranked University of Chicago.
He tore open the envelope and found it was written in Chinese.
Dear Mr. Lu Mingfei:
Thank you for your interest in the University of Chicago, but unfortunately you were not admitted.
However, we often say that there is more than one way, it just depends on whether you are willing to choose it.
First of all, introduce yourself. Cassel College is a private university located in the outer suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. It is a joint school with the University of Chicago and has extensive academic exchanges.
We are honored to receive your application information from the University of Chicago. After careful evaluation, we believe that you meet the admission standards of Cassel College and would like to extend an invitation to you.
Please contact Professor Mescal of our school as soon as you receive this letter. He is on an academic visit to Dongxia and will arrange an interview with you.
If you have questions, please also contact Professor Mescal. I will assist him in providing services to you. My name is Norma Lawns, the College Secretary at Cassel College. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Sincerely yours,
Norma.
Don't wait, nothing
(End of chapter)
