Chapter 40 He often thinks of Shiyang

"Well, I'll go back now." Shiyang replied softly, "I'll hang up first."

Then hung up the phone.

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When the "beep" busy tone came, Fu Jingchuan slowly put down his phone and looked at the phone interface.

The phone has automatically returned to the lock screen.

Fu Jingchuan unlocked the phone. On the call history page, the number he just dialed was still a series of numbers.

This string of numbers had been stored in Fu Jingchuan's address book for eight years.

He had almost never dialed the phone number he had saved when he was still young. During the time when they met again, he had almost never dialed this phone number. Even though he didn't need to save this string of numbers in his address book, it had already been engrained in his mind. .

Fu Jingchuan didn't know why he hadn't dialed this number even once in those years. He often thought of Shi Yang, and of that quiet woman standing on the podium, calmly and simply introducing herself with her unique soft voice, "Hello everyone, my name is Shi Yang." "Yang" girl, every time he thought about it, he couldn't help but pull out this number, but he had never dialed this phone number.

He couldn't describe how he felt in those years. Every time when his fingers wanted to press down, Fu Jingchuan would always think of the sudden disappointment at the graduation party when the class teacher apologized and informed everyone that Shiyang would not be able to come because she wanted everyone to have fun. And anger, Shiyang left that year without saying goodbye.

On the other hand, after that kind of loss and anger, Shiyang was not as complicated as Shen Yu.

In this mixed, angry, disappointed and complicated mood, he never dialed the number he found every time he came up with it.

Fu Jingchuan even thought that Shi Yang had changed his phone number long ago.

I didn’t expect to keep it forever.

It's just that he is very familiar with her phone number. Shiyang doesn't seem to be familiar with his phone number, which has not been changed in eight years.

Thinking of her polite "Hello, how are you?" on the phone just now, Fu Jingchuan's dark eyes dimmed again.

If he remembered correctly, this was not the first time she had replied "Hello, how are you?" to him. She really didn't know who was on the other end of the phone.

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Shi Yang's figure appeared at the corner of the stairs of the teaching building, quietly looking up.

There were many cars parked in front of the teaching building, but she couldn't find Fu Jingchuan's car for a while.

Fu Jingchuan saw her searching figure and gaze. He sat in the driver's seat and did not move, just looking at her motionless.

Shiyang glanced and didn't notice Fu Jingchuan's car. When he turned to walk in the other direction, Fu Jingchuan suddenly honked the horn.

Shiyang followed the sound and saw Fu Jingchuan in the car. She walked towards him.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't notice your car." When he opened the door and got in the car, Shiyang apologized warmly, showing a polite and distant attitude.

Fu Jingchuan vaguely remembered that Shiyang seemed to be like this all the time. She was like this when she was a classmate and like this when they reunited. Even during the two years of marriage, she did not act very eager and sticky. She seemed to be so polite at all times.

Fu Jingchuan discovered for the first time that he actually didn't like such politeness.

Even disgusted with such politeness.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at her.

"..." Shiyang looked a little confused, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." It was still a faint voice. Fu Jingchuan had already turned the steering wheel half a circle, and the car slid out of the parking space nimbly.

Shiyang was used to his indifference and alienation. She sat upright and looked at the road ahead without making any sound.

Fu Jingchuan glanced at her slightly. Her soft side face fell in the afterglow of the sunset, and her hair rolled up by the wind rolled up in a small arc beside her cheek. She looked calm and gentle.

"Are you still adapting to school?" Fu Jingchuan asked.

Shiyang glanced at him in surprise. She remembered that Fu Jingchuan was not a chatty person, but she nodded slightly: "Well, it's not bad."

Fu Jingchuan: "Are there many classes today?"

"No." Shiyang couldn't tell him directly that she just didn't want to go back. "Today there was a recruitment presentation for an architectural firm in school. It looked good, so I went to check it out."

Fu Jingchuan turned to look at her: "Are you planning to find a job?"