Ch 67

　Boss Zhao: "Why do you believe in that thing?"

　　"I didn't believe it before, but I believe it today."

　　Cheng Jiali smiled slightly and pointed upward: "Maybe the encounter between people is really destined by God. "Yes."

　　After he left, Boss Zhao was confused for a long time and couldn't help but turn his head and mutter to the employee next to him: "Is this guy good?"

　　*

　　Late at night.

　　The fingerprint lock made a soft beep sound, and the cold air of late winter seeped in through the crack of the open door.

　　Fu Yingcheng opened the door and entered the house, changed into slippers, hung up his coat, turned his head and glanced around.

　　The room was bright, bright, and dead silent.

　　When Ji Fanling left, he took away all the odds and ends without leaving any traces. He might even have wiped the floor secretly, otherwise the floor of the house he just moved would not be so spotless.

　　The giant rabbit on the sofa still has its ears hanging down. The girl actually likes it, but she never shows it, as if she is some tough man who is not interested in a comfort doll for children.

　　Occasionally, Fu Yingcheng would come home early, and when he opened the door, he would see her bouncing off the rabbit and greeting her expressionlessly, "You came back so early?"

　　Sometimes he would come home early on purpose, just to hear this. Say hello.

　　The bedroom was also empty. The girl didn't move the pillows away, but she had taken off the pillowcases and quilt covers she had slept on.

　　In the bathroom, half a row of shower gel and shampoo stands was empty, and there was also an extra space on the towel rack.

　　…everywhere is empty.

　　Obviously a lot of things are missing, but the air has become more crowded, as if you are at the bottom of a dark lake, submerged by water coming from all directions, making people... breathless.

　　Fu Yingcheng sat on the sofa and turned on his mobile phone.

　　Ever since Ji Fanling went out, he would leave messages on WeChat according to his request.

　　Although it was just a brief "Go out", maybe she felt that after today, the two of them would have nothing to do with each other except debt, so even the three words that had always been there were gone.

　　Did the move go smoothly?

　　Is the accommodation suitable?

　　All day long.

　　Not a single message.

　　Just as if.

　　They are not even friends.

　　A traceless boredom surged through his chest, making his eardrums buzz.

　　Fu Yingcheng stared at the chat box for a while, then leaned over and took out the medicine box from the depth of the coffee table drawer, broke out two pills, and poured the cold water in the cup into his mouth.

　　The cold water flowed down the pipe.

　　I managed to suppress a little bit of the restlessness.

　　The long endless night.

　　Same as many before.

　　But it is even more unbearable.

　　Fu Yingcheng leaned on the sofa, raised his head, his long eyelashes slightly closed, and drew a clear line from his chin to his neck. After a long while, he breathed out gently.

　　In my memory, at the dinner table more than a month ago, Ji Fanling was very happy that day because she received a lot of interview text messages and felt that making money was not that difficult. She didn't know what she was going to say, so she blurted out: "Don't worry, I'll be there soon." I can take care of you."

　　Fu Yingcheng didn't care about this nonsense.

　　But what he didn't expect was that she would rather work hard without taking a break, leaving early and coming home late, just to... leave him early.

　　At that time, her eyes were bright and she was right in front of her.

　　The tone was a little proud and a little sure.

　　Almost like a promise.

　　...

　　little liar.

　　*

　　As soon as New Year's Day is over, the flavor of the New Year seems to be pervasive, and many New Year's goods are gradually being added to the supermarkets.

　　In the third week after Ji Fanling moved out, she went to work and went home step by step, at two o'clock and one line at a time.

　　He didn't say anything to Fu Yingcheng again.

　　She was originally going to tell Fu Yingcheng that she had moved in, but then she thought about it. If she sent a message to Fu Yingcheng, it was hard not to guarantee that she would receive a cold reply:

　　"So?"

　　"What's the point of following me ?" "Relationship?"

　　"Do you think I'm free?"

　　...

　　Forget it, if Fu Yingcheng really wants to know, he will definitely send her a message.

　　People didn't ask, which meant they didn't want to know.

　　Because I didn't say anything on the moving day, chatting later seemed a bit deliberate, and it became increasingly difficult to speak.

　　People whose life trajectories do not intersect can always easily lose contact.

　　"Fan Ling, Fan Ling, come quickly!" someone kept shouting.

　　Ji Fanling put down the replenishing paper in her hand and looked up. Lu Yan waved to her: "Wu Qing is passing out pomegranates to everyone."

　　Ji Fanling walked over and saw four or five waiters talking and laughing. Pomegranates in bamboo baskets are distributed in large packages.

　　"So many?"

　　"My grandpa has several pomegranate trees at his house."

　　Wu Qing scratched her head and smiled, "This year's harvest is good, and my grandpa asked me to bring it to my colleagues to try. Get more of it. It's very sweet."

　　" Really, it's so sweet. Why can't I buy such a sweet pomegranate?" Someone peeled the pomegranate on the spot, broke it into handfuls of pomegranate seeds, and gave them to others to taste.

　　"You definitely won't be able to buy it." Wu Qing said with a smile, "It's fresh, and he grew it himself."

　　Ji Fanling took a handful, raised his head and poured it into his mouth. The moment the crispy and sweet juice overflowed, he suddenly Thinking that Fu Yingcheng might have never eaten this kind of home-grown pomegranate, he also picked up a plastic bag and put it in the bag.

　　"Hey, Miss Ji also likes pomegranates?"

　　With one sentence, the originally bustling room instantly became quiet.

　　"Is it strange?"

　　Ji Fanling kept holding on and put two more pomegranates in her hands. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the person coming: "Isn't it more strange that people love dogs to bark?"

　　Huang Lili said angrily: " You!"

　　This is not the first day Huang Lili and Ji Fanling have not dealt with each other, and everyone around them dispersed in a tacit understanding.