Never leave the city that never sleeps

In the porridge shop on the corner of the street, facing the light of the early morning sun, Wen Zhenxi silently looked at Writer Jin who was drinking porridge with a happy face, and couldn't help but start to guess her reason for coming.

Are the two of them...friends now?

Sun Marie's figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he looked up at Writer Kim who still kept a childish look that was not similar to his age, Wen Zhenxi couldn't help sighing.

Shizhen... I can see how amazing you are!

If it weren't for Li Shizhen, Wen Zhenxi couldn't think of anyone who could bring such a group of people who are irrelevant to each other together.

"It's so early in the morning, why are you sighing?" Writer Jin raised his head and asked with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm just used to it." Wen Zhenxi was still not used to it. To face Writer Jin alone and privately like this, there was always an indescribable feeling.

"I'm in my 30s. It's not good to get used to it. You have to get used to sighing... Did you know that sighing will increase wrinkles?" Writer Jin pouted, joking with a calm expression on his face.

"How do I remember that if you smile often, you will have more wrinkles around your eyes and mouth." Wen Zhenxi smiled slightly and asked back.

"But, don't you think it will only make people more sexy? Nasolabial folds are always better than forehead lines..."

Writer Jin touched his cheek with a smile, then imitated Wen Zhenxi's frown slightly, and stared straight into her eyes.

Wen Zhenxi had no choice but to choose silence, unwilling to continue to have in-depth discussions with Writer Jin on the issue of age.

This feeling of inconsistent painting style and non-overlapping aura makes Wen Zhenxi feel very strange no matter how he thinks about it.

"Is the teacher's tutor extremely strict, so he looks so elegant when eating breakfast?" Writer Jin said, unconsciously looking up at Wen Zhenxi.

Is that...a compliment?Wen Zhenxi looked up at Writer Jin suspiciously, then sighed lightly.

"My parents passed away one after another four years ago, I just eat slowly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Writer Jin frowned, trying to comfort him in a low voice.

"It's okay, have you finished eating? If we finish, let's go." Wen Zhenxi said, no sadness or joy could be seen on his calm face.

Writer Jin nodded, rushed to pay the bill, and then left behind Wen Zhenxi.

The two of them were silent along the way, until Wen Zhenxi drove back to the gate of Wuzhen Group, Writer Jin still had no intention of getting out of the car, but turned around and looked at Wen Zhenxi silently.

"Master Wen, why don't you treat me to dinner at noon?" Writer Jin said, with a look of reason on his face.

"What?" The head of the office blurted out and asked in a daze.

"Chairman Xu will take us back to Japan tomorrow. After this trip, I don't plan to come back again." Writer Jin said with a forced smile.

"So I treated you to breakfast just now. If it's reciprocal, today's lunch is yours."

Wen Zhenxi heard a bit of inexplicable sadness in her voice, and had no choice but to choose silence for a while, taking it as a kind of acquiescence.

So, throughout the morning, Wen Zhenxi sat behind the desk and concentrated on processing documents, while Writer Jin sat comfortably on the sofa in the office, playing games with his mobile phone.

Sometimes Wen Zhenxi couldn't help but look up at Writer Jin who was concentrating on the game, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, how rare it is to be able to still maintain a state of innocence...

Before she knew it, she thought of that thin figure again.

Probably that figure is the deepest secret in Wen Zhenxi's heart...

The depressive atmosphere at home is tiresome, so Wen Zhenxi will choose to stay at school even on weekends, and then take a quiet walk around the campus.

Until one day, she found that as long as she turned around, she could see a figure who was also wandering...

There is her under the tree on the side of the road, there is her by the lake on campus, there is also her at the party of the radio club...

From a distance, she always looks like a frightened bird, always quietly hiding in the crowd, occasionally with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, but also with a little timidity.

Wen Zhenxi found that she began to care more and more about this figure, but she never thought about why that figure appeared, let alone that one day it would suddenly disappear.

The memory was finally fixed on the night of the club's year-end party. Wen Zhenxi, who couldn't drink well, got drunk.

When I was drunk, I had many dreams in a row, and the dreams were all about her.

When he woke up again, that figure really disappeared like a dream.

The only thing Wen Zhenxi can remember is her name, which she found out from others later.

"Chief Wen, would you like some coffee?" Writer Jin suddenly came over and interrupted Wen Zhenxi's thoughts with a warm face.

Wen Zhenxi came back to her senses, looked at the two cups of coffee in the hands of Writer Jin, and nodded with some irony.

"It's a pity that I can't give you the scented tea I brewed by myself, otherwise you will definitely not want to drink other's in the future." Writer Jin said with a smile, put the coffee directly by Wen Zhenxi's hand, and then returned to the sofa to play games.

Since then, Wen Zhenxi has never been able to enjoy a moment of peace.

"Mr. Wen, you have been sitting there for an hour. You are in your thirties. Sitting for a long time is not good for your spine. Get up and move around!"

"Master Wen, the game has been cleared, how about I help you with something? How about sorting out the files?"

"Master Wen, where did you get your hair cut? Next time, you should go to a different one. Don't have this kind of frigid style. How about a little perm?"

"The chief of the office..."

"Writer Jin, let's go eat!" Wen Zhenxi finally couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up directly and looked at Writer Jin helplessly.

"It's okay not to work like this..." Writer Jin obediently followed behind Wen Zhenxi, asking in a low voice.

"Today is a rest day, and I don't have much work." Wen Zhenxi said coldly, without much expression on his face.

"Really? Will it not delay your work?" Writer Kim still insisted on asking, as if he wanted to continue working with Wen Zhenxi.

"Really." Wen Zhenxi emphasized seriously, not knowing what medicine was sold in Writer Jin's gourd.

"That's great! Let's go to the Internet cafe to play games together in the afternoon!"

"..."

Writer Jin dragged Wen Zhenxi away with an excited expression on his face, feeling that Wen Zhenxi, who was trapped in the trap, was finally not calm, and tried his best to break free.

"Actually... there are still some business needs to be dealt with."

"Really? Then let's go to dinner later. After you finish processing, we will go to dinner and then play games!"

Wen Zhenxi was silent, and suddenly felt some inexplicable struggle in her heart.

If Xu Yijing is a rose with thorns, then Wen Zhenxi is a rose on a high wall.

In the past, Writer Jin was just a spectator standing outside the wall to admire, but now that time has passed, she finally has the courage to knock on the door.

"Don't hesitate, let's go!" Writer Jin didn't give Wen Zhenxi a chance to refuse, he just took her arm and walked out. Unsurprisingly, Wen Zhenxi chose to acquiesce.

So two people who claimed to be old aunts, one with a frosty face, and the other came to the Internet cafe in a hurry, and then hurriedly began to teach the frosty face to play games.

Wen Zhenxi listened quietly to Writer Kim explaining the rules of the game, and at the same time accepted Writer Kim's declaration of war.

"To become a successful hacker, hand speed is very important, and the best way to exercise hand speed is to play games."

"So, do you know the gap between us?"

Thus began the war between the two women...

So throughout the afternoon, when Writer Kim was excited, he would suddenly stretch out his arms to pat Moon Jung-hee. At first, Moon Jung-hee frowned in disgust, but in the end he became excited or nervous following the progress of the game.

This kind of experience that she never had in her student days suddenly came today, which made Wen Zhenxi feel a burst of embarrassment in her heart.

Writer Kim, who the hell are you?

When the two walked out of the Internet cafe, it was already dark. Wen Zhenxi wanted to send Writer Jin back to the gallery, but Writer Jin insisted on sending Wen Zhenxi home.

Hmm...that is to go home with Wen Zhenxi in Wen Zhenxi's car first, and then take a taxi back to the gallery by himself.

Wen Zhenxi couldn't hold her back, so she had no choice but to agree.

"When I come to Japan in the future, you can still play games. I have to admit that your game skills are pretty good."

When the car stopped, Writer Kim turned to look at Moon Jung-hee, and began to prepare for the final farewell.

No matter how much I liked you, no matter how this love has changed me, no matter whether I will continue to like you...

I hope your marriage will always be sweet.

"I won't go to that place again, unless you come back to Korea." Wen Zhenxi said, also turned to look at Writer Kim... this enigmatic woman.

Writer Jin's eyes suddenly brightened, and he approached Wen Zhenxi almost subconsciously.

Wen Zhenxi also turned her head, looking at Writer Jin's enthusiastic eyes, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Actually..." the two said in unison, then stopped and looked at each other at the same time, falling silent.

"You speak first." The two voices intertwined again, and then both of them laughed.

During the silence, Writer Jin took a deep breath, looked at the face he had missed for a long time, and was about to speak——

Suddenly, dazzling double flashing lights interrupted their conversation.

Writer Jin turned his head and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the opposite car with a half-smile expression on his face.

That is Wen Zhenxi's husband.

I saw that the expression on Wen Zhenxi's face did not change much, but simply nodded slightly towards the other party.

At that moment, Writer Kim's heart was like a firework rising to the highest sky, and before it had time to bloom, it encountered a heavy rain.

Those tensions and expectations were instantly submerged in the endless night.

Then Writer Kim left with a smile, leaving Moon Jung-hee and her husband to walk into the house together.The moment after turning the corner at the street corner, Writer Jin suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in the ankle.

"Senior sister... are you drunk?" She asked cautiously in her ear 17 years ago, and then kissed tremblingly when the other party didn't respond.

That was a scene that had repeatedly appeared in dreams over the years...

Now give back to this deserted street.

I don't know how long it took, but Writer Jin sat there silently, neither getting up nor speaking.

Suddenly, a self-deprecating smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

Senior sister... It's not that I don't know how to persevere, it's just that I never heard from you.

This time, I decided to really go.