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After the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Shen Zhifei returned to Hanjiang City as promised. Before leaving, he asked the florist to deliver a bouquet of flowers to Zhang Yao. In the light blue starry sky, the stars held a handwritten card like a moon.

One second before Zhang Yao received the flowers, Shen Zhifei had just hung up the phone.

"I'll come back to see you when I have time." Shen Zhifei was probably a little shy when he said this in a very low voice.

Zhang Yao calmly pressed the hair next to her ears, "Look at what I do, I want to work."

Shen Zhifei said: "I won't disturb your work, I just watch it by myself."

Her ears seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, Zhang Yao cut off her words: "Concentrate on driving and report that you are safe when you arrive."

Only then did Shen Zhifei hang up the phone.

Shen Zhifei had asked Zhang Yao's place of work before, so the flowers were sent directly to Zhang Yao's design office.

After Zhang Yao signed for the flowers, she called up the camera of her mobile phone and carefully selected the shooting angle.

Seeing Zhang Yao's appearance, Ye Qi, who had just returned from tea and water, opened her mouth in surprise, and elbowed the members beside her: "Sister Yao, is something wrong?"

The boy raised his head from the blueprint, pushed the glasses on his face, and his narrowed eyes suddenly doubled in size, "I'm going, who can make sister Yao like this?"

Zhang Yao usually has a straight face, and rarely smiles, let alone smiling brightly like now.

Seeing that Ye Qi couldn't help but hold her chest, suppressing the abnormal heartbeat there.

After taking the photo, Zhang Yao finally moved her gaze away from the pile of flowers, and when she met a few pairs of inquiring eyes, she instantly suppressed her smile, pursed her lips, and said, "Draw a picture."

Several people immediately lowered their heads and went to do their own work. Ye Qi also quickly picked up a draft drawing with the cup in one hand, and looked at it carefully. The lukewarm coffee in the cup accidentally spilled out.

Zhang Yao sent the photo to Shen Zhifei: 【Very nice, thank you. 】

There was no reply from Shen Zhifei, presumably he was still on the way.

Putting down the phone, Zhang Yao picked up the card.

The content on the card is very simple, as simple as only four words, but it easily ignites Zhang Yao's expectations for the future.

"wait me back."

In high school, Shen Zhifei’s handwriting was not really good-looking. In her own words, “every word seems to have its own thoughts, and those who jump up and down just don’t want to stand upright.” Even if it’s written on lined paper, those words It is always up and down, and there are very few times when it is neat.

But the handwriting on this card is a very standard regular script, every stroke is well connected, and the font structure also has its own style and charm, chic and restrained.

Zhang Yao stared at the four words on the paper and gradually became fascinated.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear Shen Zhifei's slightly youthful voice resounding in her ear, with firmness like a promise:

"I want to practice my handwriting well and write you a love letter."

That was when Zhang Yao passed by Shen Zhifei's class on a lunch break, and saw Shen Zhifei sitting at the door, sitting upright on the seat and facing the copybook, which was quite different from the usual people who were lying on the table with no bones.

Zhang Yao asked her when they went home together at night: "Why did you start practicing calligraphy all of a sudden?"

Zhang Yao didn't know how ugly her handwriting was, at least she thought it was a bit playful when she looked at it.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhifei's ears turned red, like ripe peaches. She scratched her head in embarrassment, and said, "I want to practice my handwriting well, so I can write you a love letter."

"I'll send it to you when you're in college." Shen Zhifei's eyes were golden from the streetlights, and seriousness was written on his sleepy little face.

Zhang Yao couldn't remember how she answered at that time, but later, they separated, and she never received the love letter from Shen Zhifei again.

I didn't expect that she really practiced calligraphy well.

Zhang Yao gently put down the card, her eyes were suddenly sour, she closed them fiercely, took a deep breath, and opened them again, the whites of her eyes were already covered with bright red bloodshot eyes, which set off her Brown eyes are exceptionally clear.

About ten minutes later, when Ye Qi and the others couldn't hold back their curiosity and poked their heads, they saw Zhang Yao stand up from her work station, with no expression on her face, just walking towards the assistant's desk.

"If there are customers from Hanjiang City for the orders of the past six months, bring them to me."

The assistant let out an "ah" in a daze, and then tapped the keyboard, calling up all the recent lists and comparing them one by one.

She sorted it out, and passed the notebook to Zhang Yao, "Sister Yao, these three are all from Hanjiang City."

What does Sister Yao want the list from Hanjiang City?

Zhang Yao glanced roughly, shook the phone with her: "Okay, send me all." Then she left with her bag.

The silence in the office exploded the moment Zhang Yao came to the door. Most people in the studio had some fantasies about their aloof goddess boss. Now the goddess seems to have signs of falling into the mortal world. Naturally, Curious more than ever.

The boy next to Ye Qi wailed: "My goddess is in love! Master's youth is over!"

Ye Qi sneered, and pinched his ear: "Please be sober, as if it's your turn if she doesn't fall in love."

"Hey, take it easy! It hurts!" The boy tilted his head and grinned, agreeing with Ye Qi's statement: "That's right, it's not my turn anyway."

"Why does the boss want Hanjiang's list? Those three just now are not big orders." The assistant lady uttered a doubt.

Letting go of the boy's ears, Ye Qi touched her chin and found Hua Dian, so she put up a finger pretending to be deep, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "According to my years of fortune-telling experience, her partner should be in Hanjiang. "

Sister Yao is such a cold person, she won't say it directly when she misses someone, she has to find an excuse to meet her.

The more Ye Qi thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case, and she couldn't help but take a big mouthful of instant Nestle to reward her cleverness.

Most of the third-year students start school on the seventh and eighth day of junior high school, but Shen Zhiming and his school set the eighth day of junior high school.

Before he even had time to drink his saliva, Shen Zhiming hurriedly repacked the luggage that he hadn't completely taken out a year ago when he got home, and put the stack of books back into his schoolbag almost intact.

"Really, I don't want to be in the third year of high school again in my life." After cleaning up, Shen Zhiming slumped in the chair like a salted fish, and found it difficult to move his toes.

Shen Zhifei picked up the dirty clothes at the end of the bed, took a look at him, "Treasure the last six months, and you will feel that high school is the period you most want to go back to."

When she was about to be unable to hold on, she always thought about those people and things in high school. Everything was so beautiful that she couldn't bear to leave.

Shen Zhiming curled his lips in disapproval, but he didn't say anything to contradict him.

"Sister," Shen Zhiming picked up a pen and opened the homework answers sent by everyone in the class group, "Do you think the college entrance examination must be the only way out?"

"Not necessarily." Shen Zhifei stopped, stopped his hand on the doorknob, looked back at his ignorant younger brother, and sat next to him, "Forget what Dad said? The college entrance examination is not necessarily the only one. way out."

Shen Zhifei smiled and fiddled with the boy's neat short hair, which was so soft that it didn't prick his hands at all.

"Whatever you want to do, you can do it as long as it doesn't violate morality and the law, but since you choose, do it well."

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys probably have passion in their hearts, and Shen Zhiming is no exception.The rebellious nature that was suppressed by nature seemed to emerge a few years later than his peers, and it was not until he was approaching adulthood that he wanted to try things other than the "good boy" that his elders said.

Shen Zhiming was very obedient when he was a child, but when he got older and something happened at home, he matured much earlier than his peers.

Shen Zhiming picked the rubber cover on the pen holder with his fingertips, thought for a long time, then turned his head and smiled at Shen Zhifei: "I see, sister."

After leaving his brother's bedroom, Shen Zhifei threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, and the phone in his pants pocket vibrated lifelessly.

Shen Zhifei hurriedly closed the lid of the washing machine, took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Yao Wen.

Yao Wen's voice didn't sound calm, she said eagerly: "Sister Shen, do you have time to go back to Hanjiang? Something happened in the shop."

"I'll be right there." Shen Zhifei hung up the phone, went to the entrance to change his shoes, and at the same time raised his voice in the direction of Shen Zhiming's room: "I'm going out, you are at home by yourself."

"understood--"

The moment Shen Zhiming's voice floated out, the door was already closed.

When Shen Zhifei arrived by car, before entering the door, he saw a few people surrounded by the door, they were stopped by two waiters, shouting something in a mess, they couldn't hear clearly.

"An explanation must be given! Our child was injured like that in your shop!"

"That's right! I don't care who you said beat him, my son is still lying in the hospital!"

"As a witness, don't you stop it?"

It was only when they got closer that they could hear clearly, but they could only hear the content of their quarrel clearly, and didn't understand what happened.

Shen Zhifei bypassed a few people, nodded at the two boys, and planned to go to Yao Wen to find out the situation first.

The few people who witnessed the interaction between Shen Zhifei and the waiter immediately shifted their attention, but they were even more indignant than before.

"Are you the boss!"

"Hold her and don't let her go!"

Shen Zhifei turned sideways to avoid the hand extended by the strange man, his brows were tightly frowned, his face turned livid, and there was a little disgust in his eyes, "Sir, please show some respect."

She took a few steps back to distance herself, "I'm the boss, and I'll give you an explanation after I understand the situation."

Yao Wen in the store greeted Shen Zhifei when he saw Shen Zhifei appearing outside the door. The blood on his little face was not enough, but his expression was quite calm.

She described the cause and effect to Shen Zhifei.

It turned out that two waves of students had a quarrel in the coffee shop a few days ago, and one of them was stabbed in the arm, but because both parties were under the criminal age, only monetary compensation was awarded, but the parents of the victim were not satisfied, thinking that The amount was too small, and the murder weapon used by the assailant was a knife used for western food in the store, so the parents of the victim came to the store to make a fuss.

Shen Zhifei figured out the reason, and glanced back at the indignant rioters outside, and smiled inappropriately.

It's just for money. She has seen a lot of people like this.

It's just that at that time, there was a person standing in front of her, whose delicate body possessed tremendous energy, driving away those unreasonable evils.

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police."