Pumpkin carriage Cinderella

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In the past month, what Mi Yi heard the most from everyone in the bar was who Cheng Cheng helped with.

One of the things that impressed Mi Yi the most was: Once, Haku’s classmate came to the bar to hang out, chatted with Chengcheng, and said that since graduation, his work was not going well, he didn’t like the job he was doing, and he wanted to switch to a job like a film producer. You can increase your knowledge everywhere, and travel and work will not be delayed.The next day, Chengcheng asked Haku to tell his classmates that he happened to know a few producers who wanted to find an assistant, and he had already contacted Haku for an interview time.

……

Others' descriptions of Chengcheng were completely different from Mi Yi's impression when he saw her for the first time.

Mi Yi still remembers the day when he met Cheng Cheng, it was his first time clubbing.

They were a group of students in the bar and couldn't find a seat next to each other, and because it was the first time they came to the bar, they didn't dare to sit separately, so they had to follow the bar owner Haku's suggestion and scrape together a booth.

But all the booths were reserved that night, and the boss pointed to the one in the farthest corner and told them: "There is only one customer there, and I can help you have a talk and put together. She is very talkative, but she is waiting for someone to come." So Everyone readily agreed, crowded at the border between the bar counter and the dance floor, watched everyone in the bar curiously, and waited for the "talkative" guest to arrive.

At about 08:30, Mi Yi noticed that the tallest waiter at the door led a person through the scattered seats.

Mi Yi had a hunch that it was the guest who reserved that booth.

At that time, the bar was dimly lit, and her facial features could not be seen clearly.

But Mi Yi deeply remembered that she was wearing white sneakers, black shorts, pure white loose half sleeves, and a white denim jacket in her right hand.Several strings of long Buddha beads are wrapped around the arm of the left hand, which are amber yellow, black, agarwood, and log color. Each string is wrapped around the arm several times and stacked together. It is the most colorful and complicated decoration on the whole body. .Only a white porcelain watch is worn on the right hand.

Long hair, loose, not like curls from a perm, but soft curls tied with rope after taking a bath.

The color of the hair is like black, and it seems to be brown.

Mi Yi kept staring at her until she walked to the booth and greeted the bar owner who had been waiting for a long time, and finally confirmed that it was this customer.That night, Mi Yi couldn't control himself all the time, he was carefully observing her, every detail, sometimes when she looked at him, Mi Yi's palms would feel numb and inexplicably nervous.

When the two got closer, Mi Yi saw that she had three rings on her left hand, one on her little finger and two stacked on her ring finger, all of which were rose gold.I wear a silver one on my right index finger.

There are four strings of beads and four rings. She must like the number four very much.

No makeup, all ten fingers are nails trimmed to the end, no nail polish.

……

In the microphone, the host said "Hello, hello" twice, interrupting Mi Yi's thoughts.

She looked at the speech script spread out in front of her, forcing herself to temporarily forget about Chengcheng, and read the script silently.

When the rehearsal ended, it was almost ten o'clock.

Mi Yi packed her schoolbag and went back to the dormitory.

Her dormitory is an old-fashioned model room, with eight people in one room, bunk beds.There is only one desktop computer in the dormitory, which was bought by three people in partnership. Usually, the three people use it in turn. One likes to watch Korean dramas, one likes online games, and the other likes to watch cartoons. It is turned on almost 24 hours a day; The best of the best bought it for themselves.If the remaining four want to go online, they have to go to the computer room of the school, including Mi Yi.

Before getting acquainted with Chengcheng, Mi Yi basically didn't touch the computer except for elective courses and computer courses.

After getting to know Chengcheng, she became a standard net worm.

After Mi Yi washed up, everyone was chatting nonsense before going to bed, talking about the Qinghai-Tibet Railway that had just opened to traffic.

"They said, if you take the train, the altitude sickness will be better? Because it's a gradual process."

"Bullshit, people who say that because they can't afford a plane ticket."

"Do you really want to go to Tibet? Something happened just now, so don't die."

"This is not the train, have you thought about it? But the train ticket is not cheap..."

Mi Yi climbed to the upper bunk and lowered the curtain, as if returning to her own little world.She calculated that this month's text message package was not used up, but she didn't want to send text messages to anyone, so she hugged her phone and looked through the address book.

Flipping, flipping, I saw a name: fake number.

This was the cell phone number that Chengcheng gave her that day. Although it was immediately revealed that it was fake, Mi Yi was not willing to delete it.

Looking at this string of numbers, Mi Yi composes a short message by accident: Are you still going to the bar this Saturday?

Her fingers hovered over the confirmation key, hesitating.

If someone uses this serial number, will it harass others?

However, if it is a stranger, it should be deleted immediately, right?

Only post this time, when it is a mistake...

That's it, only once.

After confirming the sending, Mi Yi immediately stuffed the phone under the pillow, climbed out of the bed to find water to drink.Knowing that it was a fake number, he felt as anxious as if he had sent a short message to Chengcheng, his heart was pounding.

The students in the dormitory have already got into their beds and put down the curtains beside their respective beds.

On the curtains of different colors, shadows of different sizes and sizes are reflected. Only the classmate who likes Korean dramas is eating potato chips with earphones on.Mi Yi followed her to watch for a while, then climbed onto the bed, took out his phone and looked at it, and there was a new message.

Someone really is using that number? It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Mi Yi click to read:

Don't know, not sure, don't wait for me.

?? This reply...

is that her ? really her

Mi Yi replied immediately: Is it Chengcheng?

With a beep, 1 new message:

it's me.

Mi Yi quickly replied: Didn’t you say this is a fake number?

A few minutes later, 1 new message:

Afraid to make up a string of numbers at random, someone is really using it.This is the mobile phone number I use in Beijing.

The author has something to say: I want to eat crayfish...

Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Cinderella (2)

Every word hits my heart.

It seemed that Chengcheng was sitting beside her, watching her and talking.

Mi Yi was leaning on the bed, with his arms against the wall, hugging his knees, thinking about questions such as "whether I want to continue replying" or "what should I say if I reply", when a pop-up popped up on the phone screen----

1 new message:

night

Mi Yi felt a little lost, and replied:

night

At this time, Chengcheng just took two umbrellas and left home.

She was woken up by a phone call from her roommate, who asked her to come to Jigong Pot for supper and give her an umbrella along the way.Chengcheng felt that it was inconvenient to reply text messages while walking on the road in rainy days, so he simply replied "night" and ended the small talk.

Ji Gong Pot is at the entrance of the alley, and the business is booming. Once at three o'clock in the morning, when Cheng Cheng wanted to eat late at night, half of the shop was full of people.At this time, if it weren't for the roommate who occupied the seat in advance, it would be impossible to have an empty seat.

The seat is right next to the door, Chengcheng put the umbrella on the corner of the table and put it next to the wall.

Then he took out two mobile phones and threw them on the table.

"Isn't this a mobile phone from Beijing? Why is it turned on?" The roommate was surprised.

"Someone is looking for me today," Chengcheng picked up his chopsticks, "I want to hold a press conference. The time is tight and the task is urgent. I am afraid that it will not be done well, so I want to do it for me. The contact information I need is on the account in Beijing. There is no way." , only power on."

The roommate helped Chengcheng choose her favorite dish and threw it into her bowl.

Cauliflower, Jimao Cai, wide vermicelli...

"...Rice." Chengcheng looked at his roommate.

"Got it, ancestor, I got it for you," the roommate smiled, "They say that you eat in the south and noodles in the north. You, a northerner, really like rice."

"I also feel that I was born in the wrong place." Chengcheng said sincerely.

The shopkeeper brought over a bowl of rice, Chengcheng poured the vegetables on the rice and started to eat.