Mr. Yan, break up

In the second year after Song Chuan left, a dessert shop called "Yaochuan" quietly opened in the most prosperous commercial area in the city center.This dessert shop occupies a large area, and the decoration is simple and elegant. There are only two tones of pure white and bright red, which are mixed and mixed, revealing a strange and inexplicable harmonious beauty.This store reveals an expensive word from top to bottom, but the price posted directly at the door is unexpectedly low, attracting a large number of customers.

Customers flock to the store because the store is newly opened, so there are not many varieties on display, and there are only a few varieties in the window.And in the center of the glass counter, in the most conspicuous place, is a small cake. According to the waiter's introduction, this is the main product in the store.

This product has a nice name: Chuan.

It is placed on the counter and covered with a transparent glass box. Compared with the other exquisitely designed styles in the window, this one is particularly low-key: the whole body of the cake is pure white, and there is not even a lace decoration. There is no decoration, but a red line is drawn in the middle of the top of the cake without warning, and finally a stitching mark is drawn with white cream on the red line.

This strange design has attracted the attention of many people. The gentle and friendly waitress introduced to the customers tirelessly: "The name of this work is 'Chuan', which was designed by the store manager himself, and it also has A very vivid name, called 'make up'."

A young couple asked curiously: "Why is it called 'Chuan'?"

The waitress paused, looked unnaturally at a side of the glass in the store, and smiled again: "Because our store manager's lover is called 'Chuan'."

"The store manager is really a lover," the two young couples whispered and walked away laughing.

And behind the one-way glass in the store, there was a slender man standing.The man's outline and facial features are quite handsome, and the brows and eyes are ethereal and indifferent. Although there is no coldness, it gives people a sense of alienation, as if a faint barrier has been placed on him, separating him from the world. up.

Yan Jingting's eyes drooped slightly, and fell on the cake in the glass cabinet, his long eyelashes trembled, suppressing the flash of disappointment in his eyes.

His lips moved, and he said softly:

"Song Chuan, this is the second year since we separated, and I still miss you the same."

All the raw materials of Yaochuan are of top quality, and the pastry chef is also hired from abroad at a high price, from decoration to production without sloppiness.The investment and painstaking efforts are very high, but the selling price is surprisingly cheap, mainly targeting the general population.Therefore, even though the sales volume is rising, the losses are huge every year.

Because of the high quality beyond the price, Yaochuan's reputation and momentum are very strong. In just one or two years, it has opened branches in [-] or [-] cities across the country, and has even been introduced to foreign countries.

With the passage of time, the mysterious store manager who was hidden behind and called "a fool with a lot of money" also surfaced. No one could have imagined that this person was actually Yan Jingting.

It was only after a short period of surprise that the crowd thought again, if it weren't for the support of the Yan family's huge and strong assets, who would dare to lose so much?

As Yaochuan grew bigger and bigger, a TV station invited Yan Jingting to do an interview. After all, such a thing as putting so much effort into losing money is really worth a topic.Originally, the TV station was just trying it out. Who would have thought that Yan Jingting, who has always "keep his face out of the public", agreed to the interview.

The first part of this kind of interview was nothing more than some commonplace polite remarks, nothing more than a description of the current business situation, development history, and outlook on the future. When the interview was about to end, the host asked him jokingly: "Mr. Participated in the interview, why choose to agree now?"

Yan Jingting's brows and eyes eased a little, and the polite air that he was carrying just now disappeared suddenly, he curled his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly.At this time, Yan Jingting is like a piece of high-quality jade in the rough, gentle and restrained, no longer half a bit deep and gloomy before.

He looked into the distance, with a touch of sadness in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and said, "I lost someone, and I can't find him no matter how hard I look, that's why I want to appear on the TV network often. Seconds while I was looking at the camera, I was able to cross the cable and meet his eyes."

After a while, he smiled bitterly: "Although, he doesn't want to see me."

The host was stunned for two seconds, she did not expect to see Yan Jingting's true feelings in this kind of interview full of polite words.

The extremely high professionalism made her realize that now is a good time to talk clichés, so she continued to strike while the iron was hot: "So you founded 'Yaochuan' because of that person?"

"Yes." Yan Jingting nodded without hesitation. He seemed to have thought of something, with a smile on his lips, "He likes sweets, so I want to make the store bigger. Even if I can't find him, I want these to carry Desserts of my heart are by his side."

Seeing this, the host continued to ask further: "It is said that the main product in the store is designed by you yourself, can you explain the concept of this product?"

"The name of the product is Chuan, which is his name. The red line is the damage I caused him, and I tried my best to make up for the stitches. I know that no matter what I do, the damage still cannot disappear. But I want to try hard, even if he doesn't agree and won't come back to me, I still want him to know that I love him forever."

——————————————— Across the distant ocean, on another continent.

Three years ago, under He Nai's arrangement, Song Chuan came to country Z on the other side of the ocean. At that time, he had just experienced cyber violence.He Nai thoughtfully found him a place here, far away from the busy city, quiet and comfortable.He found a job by himself, and became a waiter in a cafe only two streets away from where he lived.

Because most of the people living in the streets here are compatriots, even though Song Chuan speaks the unauthentic Z language, he lives well here. With a normal salary, he is not considered rich, but he does not have to worry about food and clothing.

Song Chuan didn't ask for much, and he was already very satisfied with this kind of life.

The night had already gathered, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Song Chuan was busy packing things at the front desk. There were not many people in the coffee shop. Usually, no one would come to order at this time. He took advantage of this free time to pack up his things. , you can go home directly later.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door was suddenly opened, and the night wind rushed in. The bell on the door jingled, and Song Chuan said without raising his head, "Welcome."

"Welcome here," said a childish little girl poking her head out from behind the counter. Because she was too short, even with her feet on her feet, she could only show two big eyes.

This is the eccentric little daughter of the owner's family, named Ruoruo.But at the age of ten, he became a proper face controler. With this good face, Song Chuan captured the heart of the little girl with just one look, and he had to go around and talk to Song Chuan every day after school.It's just that the little girl didn't come at the end of the day, and Song Chuan was still a little uncomfortable.

"Why are you here so late today, where did you go to play?" Song Chuan helped her open the small door of the counter, Ruo Ruo walked in, and excitedly shared today's interesting stories with him.

"We opened a new restaurant 'Yaochuan' here. My mother drove me to buy it. I bought a lot of food, so I came late. Do you miss me?"

The little girl asked him in a childish voice, Song Chuan was so teased that he chuckled, touched her head, and said with dignity: "I think."

There was another jingle at the door, and Song Chuan didn't need to look to know that it was Ruoruo's mother, who was also the owner of the shop. She came in through the door with a cake box in her hand.

The owner is a woman who is nearly forty years old, named Su Ya. She is always dressed in plain clothes, her hair is loosely tied behind her head, elegant and decent, and the years seem to be particularly polite on her face. She is said to be 40 years old. Age, looks like just turned [-].

Su Ya put the cake in her hand on the counter. The word "Yaochuan" was printed on the cake box. Through the transparent paper on the box, one could see a cake with a strange design inside: the whole body was white, but There was a streak of red across it, and white cream across that streak.

The pattern is strange, like a stitched wound.

Su Ya put the cake on the counter and said with a smile to Song Chuan: "I heard from friends that this brand of cake is very popular in China, and it's the first time I have eaten it. If I have to bring you a copy, let you Try it too."

"Thank you Sister Su Ya, thank you Ruoruo," Song Chuan said with a smile to Ruoruo, his eyes fell on the cake body again, "This design is quite special, and the name is also very special."

Su Ya rolled up her sleeves and started to help him clean up the coffee machine. She said without raising her head, "I heard that the design concept of this cake comes from a love story of the founder. Back then, Ruoruo showed me the interview video , you can take a look if you are interested."

Ruoruo took out the phone from Song Chuan's pocket with ease, unlocked it with facial recognition, and searched for the interview video for Song Chuan: "No, this is it."

"Oh, I'm still busy, I'll see you later..."

When Song Chuan raised his eyes to look at the screen, he swallowed the word "reading" completely.

In the past three years, he tried hard to forget, tried not to think, tried not to pay attention to everything about Yan Jingting.

He thought he had forgotten, he thought he had done not care.

He thought he had the courage to talk about Yan Jingting as if he was talking about a stranger without changing his face.

But when he saw that familiar face appearing in front of him again, he felt that all his previous efforts were in vain.

Don't talk about it, even if he glanced at it, he felt that every cell in his body was boiling, shouting the same words:

You still care about him!