This Damned Sweetness

If Xu Qiao was unbearable in her elementary school days, there was anyone or something worth remembering for her, probably it was during those dark years that she was lucky to have a friend.

The boy was two terms higher than her and was a disciplinary committee member of the school. Although like her, his family background is not very good in the circle, but because of the top grades, gentle personality and helpfulness, he is also very clean, and is in a difficult situation. As bad as hers.

She can't remember the specific circumstances of her first encounter with him.

During that period, she was regarded as a "childhood shame", so many memories were faded by her subconscious when she grew up, only vaguely remembered, it seems that one day, she was made trouble by Zhao Baoxing's group in the gym, and he appeared and driven away Them.

He is the disciplinary committee member of the brigade, and it is not difficult to restrain the bullying junior school girls with legitimate reasons, so similar things have happened several times afterwards.

After a few times, she realized that he didn't seem to be in charge of discipline, but was helping her, so she took the initiative to ask his name.

"Song Mian." ——Just like just now, he only said these two words, and left in a hurry without knowing which "mian" it was. He probably didn't want to ask for anything in return.

Back then, she didn't have so many twists and turns in her mind, so she chased him directly and stopped him and said, "My house is a jewelry maker. I will give you two diamonds. Thank you."

He waved his hand to say no.

She asked again, didn't you help me in this way?

He smiled and said, from then on, you should be my friend. It is okay for friends to help friends, so there is no need to give diamonds.

Xu Qiao can remember this conversation very clearly, perhaps because that is the first person in this city who is willing to be her friend.

And what he said was "become my friend", instead of being aloof, "believe me as your friend".

So she accepted him happily.

But the two were not in the same grade, and they said they were friends, but they didn't have much intersection afterwards.

In Xu Qiao's memory, only the summer of that year was left. Occasionally after school, he accompanied her to sit in the stands of the green field, holding a Chinese book, and correcting her ridiculed accent over and over again.

So even though the boy suddenly left her without saying goodbye after the summer, even though his face was blurred in her heart after so many years, she could still tell him when she heard his name, and it was refreshing. The grassy taste is linked together.

Xu Qiao stood in the hallway for a long time, slightly dazed.

It's also a coincidence that if a few months earlier, she might not be able to pick this person out of her memory immediately.

The reason why I remember easily at this moment is because when she was dumped by Cheng Ye before, Zhu Li said that she was so pitiful, and that her first love was given to such a scumbag. She was unconvinced, and she thought about it for a long time, saying that her first love was clearly in elementary school and passed. He also couldn't distinguish the beautification of the virtual and the real memory. He described him as a heroic knight who "worn in a colorful saint and stepped on the seven-colored clouds", saving the princess from water and fire.

Zhu Li said that "the primary school chickens read the text and practice pronunciation together" is also considered to be in love? She even said that she forcibly pulled the person out of the old past for a first love.

Xu Qiao especially wanted to talk to Zhu Li about this at the moment, to digest the shock of reunion with Song Mian, but they had been disconnected for a long time.

She had to set off to the studio first, while quietly sorting out the reasons why Song Mian was hiding in front of her in the car.

After he left without saying goodbye, she was angry and sad for a while, until she learned that he had gone south with his parents because of business difficulties at home, and she felt relieved.

Thinking about it this way, is Song Mian, like her now, feels that her family is in decline, so she doesn't want to face her old friend?

But since he doesn't like this circle, because of his age, why not work in a big hospital, and instead work as a private doctor for the rich?

There are too many doubts. If you change to the previous Xu Qiao, maybe you will ask him to understand. But now she has "empathy" for his situation, and suddenly she doesn't dare to do her own way.

Moreover, she had just been condescending, and her inquisitive attitude should have made him quite uncomfortable.

Xu Qiao was thinking about her thoughts all the way, walking up the spiral staircase of the studio like a wandering soul, and a person came on indifferently.

"Ah, Miss Yu, I'm just looking for you!" The other party held the tablet and stopped.

Xu Qiao raised her head and recognized the person.

This is a jewellery designer who is in the same job as her. He is not much different from her age. He is also a fledgling newcomer. The surname is Pi and the other person in the studio calls him "little preserved egg".

"What are you doing with me?" Xu Qiao asked absently.

Pi Tan touched the back of his head embarrassedly: "That's right, can I share a big studio with you recently? I want to participate in this competition..." He showed her the tablet, "You need to prepare a hand-drawn draft, you Side lighting equipment is better."

"No problem." Xu Qiao nodded, and was about to pass him by, and glanced at the tablet screen. "Wait, what kind of game is this?"

She pointed to the Burmese sapphire on the screen with amazing clarity and carat number.

"A folk jewelry design competition in Belgium, this rough Burmese sapphire is one of the colors."

"A folk game so big?" Xu Qiao was surprised.

"Yeah, everyone is shocked, do you know the jewelry collector Townsend?"

"of course."

"A while ago Townsend held a jewellery auction in North City. The bracelet made of Burmese sapphires was sold for 20 million yuan. Have you heard of this?"

"..." Not only had she heard of it, she was also the loser in that auction.

Xu Qiao nodded: "Well, I heard a little bit."

"This rough stone is sponsored by Townsend. It not only reaches the Royal Blue level, but also has a purer clarity compared to the main stone of the bracelet at the auction. It weighs close to 80 carats. And it is actually the winner of the rookie group."

"Rookie group?"

"Yes, the competition is divided into a professional group and a newcomer group. The prizes of the professional group have not been announced yet. The gold award for the newcomer group is this rough stone. Do you think the thorns are not exciting?"

Xu Qiao's mind was stunned, and everything changed calmly: "It's a bit exciting."-It's very exciting.

"Although this kind of folk competition does not have a high level of gold in authority, it is quite worthwhile for newcomers. Maybe it will show up. Besides, the prizes are so rich. If you don't fight for it, you will never know that you are away from the night. How close is it to wealth."

"It's not that what you said is unreasonable."-It is too reasonable.

Xu Qiao patted him on the shoulder, went upstairs thoughtfully into the office, quietly closed the door, and rushed to the computer, frantically searching for relevant information about the game.

After learning that there were only ten hours left before the deadline for registration, she felt that she might not be able to think about Song Mian for the time being.

——

Sometimes when people make a decision, they often need to be pushed by time.

When you have a full week to consider whether to do one thing, many negative factors will dispel your enthusiasm every day and aggravate your worries. But when you have only ten hours left, this matter may be settled as soon as your mind is hot.

Xu Qiao contacted Yu Jin and got her “you can try” affirmative answer in the evening. She filled out her personal information excitedly and submitted an application in the name of the intern jewellery designer "Yu Li" at Burg Jewelry Studio.

After doing this, it was completely dark.

Pi Dan heard that she had signed up, and was very happy to have someone on her way to get rich. He ordered her a dinner and encouraged her to enter the studio together.

Xu Qiao was planning to retreat and create, and suddenly received a text message from Cheng Lang: "Come downstairs?"

After the drunken incident, she has not yet met Cheng Lang.

Xu Qiao was a little bit frustrated, trying to pretend that she couldn't see it, but she saw Bentley through the floor-to-ceiling windows and stopped downstairs, and had to reply: "I'm busy."

Cheng Lang: "It will take you fifteen minutes."

"..." Xu Qiao couldn't directly look at the word "fifteen minutes" now. She took a deep breath and did some psychological construction before she wrapped her coat and scarf and put on a hat to cover her forehead and went downstairs.

Bentley deliberately drove to the front of the studio. The time spent in the car really didn't freeze her. Her fully armed appearance made people laugh.

Xu Qiao sat in the back seat, keeping the farthest distance from Cheng Lang, and said very quickly: "Why are you looking for me?"

Like a kid who did something wrong, with a bad attitude, he clumsily concealed his guilty conscience and panic.

Cheng Lang lowered her head and smiled, watching her dress up as a zongzi and lowered a small window to prevent the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the car from causing her to catch a cold and hot. Then he took out an ice pack from the refrigerator in the car and said, "Apply your forehead."

She was taken aback for a moment: "Ah, Dr. Song... Did he tell you?"

"Yeah." Cheng Lang beckoned, "Come here."

Xu Qiao shook her head and stretched out her hand to him: "Give me the ice pack, I will do it myself..."

He touched the palm of her hand with the ice bag.

Xu Qiao immediately retracted: "Hi..."

"Do you want to come by yourself?" he asked.

"Why are you not cold?" She looked at him obliquely, tapping the position of her cheek, "Are you particularly thick-skinned?"

"Yes, my skin is very thick," Cheng Lang nodded amusingly, "Can you come here?"

Xu Qiao cleared her throat, moved a little reluctantly, and leaned forward half-length stingly.

Cheng Lang turned sideways, took off her hat with one hand, and helped her with the backrest of the seat behind her.

Xu Qiao's heart trembled suddenly, and she glanced nervously at his circled arms: "Can you change your posture?"

This posture seemed as if he was talking in her ear.

Cheng Lang lowered his eyes to look at her: "What are your ideas?"

"Yes, except for this posture."

Cheng Lang stepped back, picked up a small pillow, and put it on his lap: "Then you lie down."

"..." This posture seemed more restrictive.

"Isn't it possible except for that posture?" Cheng Lang urged, "The ice pack will have no effect when the heat is released. You don't want to wear a hat to cover your forehead all winter?"

Xu Qiao stared, "So serious?"

"Doctor Song said."

"He didn't tell me that it would take so long to get better."

"Tell me."

When Song Mian happened to be mentioned, Xu Qiao had a thought in his heart and said: "These are two different ways of saying, I think he is a quack? If you really have the ability, why not go to a big hospital at such a young age to give you this capitalist class? Exploitation?"

"They are very good, but they encounter some special circumstances."

"What special situation?"

"This is personal privacy." Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows. "You seem to care about my personal doctor?"

It was wishful thinking to try to make words from this man.

"I care about my body. You always ask him to see a doctor. I don't have to understand his professional level?"

"Then I will show you another doctor next time."

"..." Xu Qiao's eyelids trembled, "You don't want to open people, do you?"

"Probably not." Cheng Lang gave Gao Rui in the passenger seat a "check it out" wink, then patted the pillow and urged Xu Qiao silently again.

Xu Qiao felt as if she had seen something like "You won't be able to behave" from this action.

This is a **** script for the childhood playmates to trade their bodies to evil forces.

She compromised and lay down in slow motion, lying on his side across the pillow, shivering before she lay down, and trying to get up again as soon as she lay her hands, but Cheng Lang pushed her head back.

"I won't eat you here," he said.

"..." This man's art of speaking came again. The stress falls on "here" instead of "eat you", which means where would you eat her?

Cheng Lang took a light breath, resisting the subtle abnormalities of her body, and pressing the ice bag on her forehead, while talking to her distracted: "Have you had dinner?"

Xu Qiao's limbs were so stiff that he needed to be distracted by this kind of nutritious dialogue. He blinked quickly, and responded, "I have eaten."

"What did you eat?"

"Dumplings."

"What stuffing?" Cheng Lang adjusted the position of the ice bag, pressing and putting it on her forehead so that she would not be frozen.

"Cabbage? Shiitake? Probably, I don't know it either."

"Why are you so vegetarian?"

"Pi Dan seems to be losing weight."

"Then you can order something else."

Xu Qiao's body gradually relaxed in the boring conversation, and she found that Cheng Lang was focusing on ice packs and did not wipe the oil at all, and she also had a sense of "this dog man is serving me".

Her tone became less rigid, and she muttered: "I'm lazy, and I'm busy."

Cheng Lang's breathing also became a little smoother. He never looked straight ahead uncomfortably until he could look down at her: "What are you doing?"

"Just draw pictures." Xu Qiao didn't want to let him know about this before the result of the game came out.

Cheng Lang nodded and did not ask any more.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, a pair of people standing in rows of glass circled their hands in the shape of spectacles. They looked at the lower half of the Bentley's back seat and took a breath.

Su Shan said loudly, "I just said the boss and sister Yu Li have something wrong?"

Rosa stared with fiery eyes: "It's not just ‘a bit’ anymore. How long has it been for the little girl to lie down? I drove over at night for this stall. The boss is too beast, right?"