good luck

Because Xu Ting drank a lot of wine the night before, he didn't wake up until noon the next day.

He said twice, rubbed his temples, and turned off the air conditioner that had been on all night and the silent humidifier on the bedside table.

Turning on the phone, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Xu Ting remembered that the meeting was at Tengwang Pavilion at five o'clock this afternoon.It's getting late, he thought.

After taking a brief bath and filling his stomach with a bowl of noodles, he started to get a little nervous.

What else is there to do?Did you forget something?

It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it only takes more than 20 minutes to drive from his home to Tengwang Pavilion.

Xu Ting had already fully dressed, and now he was fidgeting around the living room.

He always suspects that something is wrong with him, and he goes to the full-length mirror to adjust his shirt for a while, and then goes to see if he has shaved well.

After tossing like this until four o'clock, he couldn't bear it anymore, and worried about traffic jams, he grabbed the keys on the shoe cabinet and drove

to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, the road was smooth sailing, even on Saturday there was no traffic jam, which is rare in City B.

Xu Ting parked his Honda Accord in the parking lot attached to the hotel.Looking at the watch, it was just 04:30.

This is too early, it is a bit inappropriate to go to eat so early.

Besides, the appointment was already early, so it is estimated that few people will arrive.

Xu Ting knew that he was impatient today, so he sat in the car to calm down quietly.

There's still half an hour, there's still half an hour, but don't be too obvious!

Xu Ting couldn't stop thinking about it, ordinary classmates, ordinary classmates.

Twenty minutes later, he calmed down, opened the car door and walked towards the gate of Tengwang Pavilion.

Tengwang Pavilion is magnificent, and the decoration is all imitating ancient pavilion buildings.

The light reflected by the dark yellow glazed tiles in the sun can dazzle people's eyes, and the complex carvings surround the three characters of Tengwang Pavilion in cursive script.

Gold rim on a blue background, it looks very expensive at first glance.

Thinking this way, Xu Ting reported Zhang Heng's name.

A graceful waiter in a red cheongsam inlaid with dark gold patterns was a step away from him, and led him to the box that Zhang Heng had reserved in advance.

The box is called Night Rain on the opposite bed.

Xu Ting finds it strange that the competition in hotels is already so fierce now, and each hotel competes with each other.

For bed night rain, if it is not suitable for today's situation, it is actually suitable, but it is a bit too much to say that it is suitable.

The waiter pushed open the heavy dark brown wooden door for Xu Ting, and Zhang Heng was already sitting on the sofa beside him waiting.

A few classmates also came sporadically, sitting or standing together to chat.

Noticing that a newcomer came in by the door, everyone looked towards Xu Ting.

Xu Ting walked over calmly with a smile on his face.

Zhang Heng was the first to recognize him, and quickly went up to greet him, and the other students gradually recognized him.

Everyone greeted, shook hands and exchanged business cards. After a few simple exchanges, they all sat down on the sofa.

Zhang Heng said that Xu Ting was cruel, and he hadn't contacted them in the past few years except for the first few gatherings.

Other acquaintances also said that Xu Ting is stronger and taller than when he was in high school, and he is not as delicate and quiet as a little girl in the past.

Everyone laughed and laughed at him, without any malice.

Xu Ting was not as shy and prone to blushing as before. He echoed with a smile, saying that he had eaten too well in recent years, and that he was fat as a young man.

Where is it, you are just right, a standard young talent, but unfortunately I got married early! Some familiar female classmates made fun of him.

Xu Ting agreed one by one, without any trace of the introverted and reticent past.

At this time, more people came, and a group of people all sat down at the round table.

Everyone chatted for a few sentences and turned to other places, and suddenly someone talked about Song Ji again.

Zhang Heng looked at the time at [-]:[-], and there were still several people who hadn't arrived.

But he still called Song Ji.

Xu Ting saw that he had said a few words to the phone and then hung up. He turned to tell everyone that Song Ji had just parked the car and was now at the hotel gate.

A group of people laughed and didn't bother to find something to talk about.

Scattered in twos and threes, seemingly casually chatting with the people around them, but in fact they all glanced nonchalantly towards the door, looking forward to what the former class president and the influential figures in the school have become now.

It was the same with Xu Ting. He was chatting with Chen Jiafeng and the others about work, and he seemed to be immersed in the topic. In fact, he had been out of his mind since Zhang Heng said those words.

The wooden door was still pushed open silently, but at this moment the atmosphere became strangely quiet, Chen Jiafeng and the others suddenly stopped talking and looked towards the door in unison.

The waiter opened the door with one hand and bent sideways to invite the person behind him to come in.

All eyes were on the door.

All scenes change like in a movie, and all actions are slowed down and magnified.

Song Ji walked in slowly.

Everyone held their breath, the visitor was tall, wearing a sky blue long-sleeved shirt and khaki slacks, his hair was dense and black, not long, and slightly styled.

The right hand is habitually inserted in the trouser pocket, and the left hand holds the mobile phone. He has a calm and steady demeanor, with a sense of oppression that he has never felt before. This is the young talent, Xu Ting thought to himself.

Xu Ting watched Song Ji approaching, his thicker and taller silhouette than before, his different mature posture, and his deeper eyes.

It seems to be 187cm to 189cm, what kind of length did you eat abroad?After Xu Ting calmed down a little, he looked at Song Ji's shoes cautiously.

He suspected that Song Ji wore inner heightening.

I thought that the gap caused by height suppression could be eliminated, but I didn't expect that Song Ji was not idle when he was growing up.

Xu Ting was carefully inspecting Song Jiye's shoe pads for heightening, when he suddenly felt Song Ji's eyes sweep over him.

He raised his eyes hastily and met Shang Song Ji's eyes.

Still good looking, but different eyes.

Ten years passed by in a hurry, and those eyes were not as vivid and clear as before, they became very calm and deep, and the eyes were very fixed, as if they could see through people's hearts with a light sweep.

With just a slight glance, Xu Ting couldn't bear it, so he could only put aside his eyes and cover it left and right.

For a while, no one dared to go up to talk to him, even though everyone recognized Song Ji from the moment he entered the door.

It was Song Ji who spoke first, and he looked around in silence: "Did I go to the wrong door or you don't know me anymore?" He asked everyone with a smile in his tone.

The voice passed through the crowd and overlapped with Xu Ting's memory, but it was even deeper and hoarse, without the Qingyue of his youth.

Zhang Heng stepped forward to greet him first, and Chen Jiafeng, Zhou Qiwei and Zhao Or who were beside Xu Ting were also preparing to go to Song Ji.

Xu Ting had no choice but to follow along.

Time has separated the intimacy of the teenagers. Even though they all recalled that they were inseparable at that time, seeing each other after many years is just abiding by the social etiquette between adults.

They shook hands and exchanged contact information.

Xu Ting felt that it was too close, really too close.

Ten years later, Song Ji is only two steps away from him.

He stared blankly at Song Ji, at his thoughtfulness in every aspect, at his calm communication.

Xu Ting didn't come back to his senses until the hand with the same sharp joints as in memory, long fingers and smooth and clean nails reached out to him.

"Xu Ting, long time no see."

The voice was dignified and gentle, and it was the first time in many years that he called out his name again. Xu Ting was at a loss for what to do when he was far away from him and not as close as before.

He reluctantly responded with the old way he had practiced for many years, with a smile on his face: "It's been a long time, Song Ji."

Xu Ting also stretched out his hand and clasped both hands.

Song Ji's palm was a yard larger than Xu Ting's, wheat-colored and white-jade-colored, and could be separated at the touch, leaving only the warm body temperature in the palm in summer.

Song Ji greeted the others one by one, saying that he had just returned to China and hadn't printed his business card yet, leaving only his mobile phone number.

Someone asked him where he is now, and he replied that he planned to work in the small company at home, but everything has not been settled yet.

The private room was lively again, everyone chatted about work, family, friends and children, some watched TV, played cards and had snacks.

Time passed quickly, and everyone arrived at [-]:[-].

There are two tables in the box, and each table can seat 12 people. It is stipulated that those who drink drink sit at the table on the left, and those who do not drink drink sit at the table on the right.

Xu Teng originally planned to find a seat at the table on the left, but seeing that they were all female students, he was absolutely ashamed to compete with the ladies.

Thinking to himself that this was all a routine, he sat silently at the edge of the right table and sat casually, and Zhao or then sat on his left.

Zhang Heng was the initiator of the event. He sat down next to the main seat and was rambling around, clamoring for Song Ji to take the main seat.

When Xu Ting heard that he was looking for Song Ji, he raised his head to help him look around.

Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he found that Song Ji was beside him, pulling out the pear wood chair and preparing to sit down.

Xu Ting was so startled that he didn't know where to move his hands and feet. He swung his chopsticks and swiped his phone, but he didn't dare to look to his right.

"Song Ji, why are you sitting at the head of the class? I reserved a seat for you!"

"No, today you are the master." Song Ji gave way while removing the cuff buttons.

After some exchanges between the two, Zhang Heng didn't insist anymore: "That's fine, you want to sit next to Xu Ting, you two have always had a good relationship."