This "See you later" is like an encouragement.
The first few times she met him, whether it was when she first met when she was nineteen, or when they met again when she was twenty-one, or even in the present moment, Shi Yu had never said anything similar to her. He was clearly the most laid-back person. Although she was a wealthy person, she felt very busy. She always came and went in a hurry.
He never said goodbye to her, even after sleeping all night.
Maybe he really didn't want to see her again.
Man, so heartless.
But why did she want to see him?
So the two of them had half a pound to eight ounces, and no one suffered a loss.
Tonight was different, he said see you later.
If there is one, there will be two, and there is progress between them.
We met again not too soon, more than a week later, in a different city, in Pingcheng.
It's a coincidence, but it's also intentional.
Tang Xin was waiting for the elevator. In order to go to the executive lounge to meet Meng Jiming, who had an appointment, he happened to hear the sound coming from the elevator when it arrived.
"You must be fucking sick, Shi Yu, don't touch me."
It's Meng Jiming.
Tang Xin didn't expect that Shi Yu was also there.
When the elevator door opened, Tang Xin glanced at the two of them as if they didn't know each other. After making sure that the suits were straight and straight, Tang Xin stepped in hesitantly.
"Good evening." Shi Yu took a step back to a safe distance and gave her a polite smile, just like the way foreigners greet each other, saying a friendly evening to strangers they meet in the elevator, and then Continue to talk to Meng Jiming: "Why are you so pretentious? Is it because you are young? Is it fun to look like the front and the back?"
Harm others in a serious manner.
Tang Xin lowered his head and smiled, then stood up straight and looked at the changing numbers on the floor.
Meng Jiming was twenty-six years old, and Shi Yu was seven or eight years older than him, so he was still young. That was true, but it was a loss.
Meng Jiming didn't care. He straightened his tie in front of his reflection and said, "I'm just like this. Unlike you, I'm getting older and I don't know how to switch between different faces. Are you tired?"
Shi Yu was less concerned than he was, and just shook his head and said: "Childish."
As the elevator went down, Meng Jiming answered a phone call. His originally happy mood suddenly changed, and he became sullen and obviously unhappy. When the elevator stopped at the executive floor, the two men did not follow Tang Xin out.
Just as the door was about to close, Shi Yu said, "Miss Tang, let's go down and smoke a cigarette first. See you later."
Tang Xin turned half sideways and put on a business-like official smile, "Okay, see you later, Mr. Shi, Mr. Meng."
…
Tang Xin sat by the window, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city in the night.
When I was fifteen years old, I left Pingcheng, where I grew up, and went to a distant country alone. It took two years to go from being unaccustomed to being accustomed to it.
At that time, she did not expect that just two years would change her entire life.
It was dark outside, and there wasn't much light inside. Under the dim light, she could clearly see herself reflected in the glass, looking unhappy.
I left home at the age of fifteen, and was almost twenty-five when I came back. Ten years seemed to pass very slowly, and sometimes it felt incredibly fast.
When she told Shi Yu that she didn't want to marry him, Tang Xin was serious. She never thought that one day she would break her promise, and that someone as extremely self-centered as her would come back here and do things she didn't like for a man. , playing a version of myself that I don’t like.
But this man is Shi Yu.
A word suddenly flashed in my mind - good fortune plays tricks on people.
Liang Yan would always say this. As long as he sighed, he would always speak these four words.
Over time, through the skin, through the flesh, it was carved into her bones stroke by stroke. Over the years, it became so profound that even in her dreams, her voice would appear, crying to her, smiling at her, saying to her: "Tangtang, it's true that fate plays tricks on people."
As if she was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Liang Yan would always emphasize: "Tangtang, you have to believe that it is true that fate plays tricks on people. It is true."
Now, she kind of believes it, but that's right, otherwise why would she come to pester Shi Yu and want to marry him.
It was just a bit difficult, harder than she thought.
Liang Qiao was right, Shi Yu was a dangerous man. He was beyond her control. Unless the gun went off, she couldn't control him, not even herself.
Shi Yu is too smart, too rational, and restrained enough. No matter how much she pretends or acts, it will be difficult for her to influence his emotions and thoughts.
From the corner of my eye, I could see that the man who had gone downstairs to smoke was back.
Tang Xin raised his glass to his reflection in the window and said softly: "Tang Xin, we will meet again, see you later."
After saying that, she stood up with a smile and looked at the two men walking towards her.
