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◎Do you believe in retribution? ◎

It’s not that Chen Zui has never explained it, but that his explanation is useless.

In high school, there were many people who couldn't stand Chen Zui.

The specific reason may be that someone discovered that she was the only one who could wear the spring long-sleeved school uniform in the summer, and the head teacher Zhang didn't care.

Later, someone discovered that her grades were only above average, but she used the student number of a recommended student.

There are three types of student numbers in City No. 1 Middle School: recommended students, ordinary students, and students who are admitted through various connections.

Recommended students come from all key junior high schools in the city. According to the high school entrance examination results, Chen Zui's score would not allow him to enter the city's No. 1 Middle School, let alone be recommended.

So various speculations followed, and the "story" between her and Teacher Zhang began to spread at that time.

Under the high pressure of learning, this level of gossip is equivalent to heavy flavoring.

Adolescent girls are sensitive and have low self-esteem about having large scars on their bodies.

At that time, she did not have the courage to tell the truth, and could only say that it was due to physical reasons.

Of course, no one believed it.

No matter how Chen Zui explained, he could only get a light "We didn't say anything, what are you doing?"

Although more than ten years have passed, the memory is still clear.

One day during class, several people gathered around the classroom and discussed topics about Chen Zui as if no one else was around.

Chen Zui was helpless and ran out to hide. When he walked to the door of the classroom, he heard Liang Yuwei's deep voice asking the group of people: "Are you free?"

The sound of the arrival of the elevator brought Chen Zui back from his memories.

She shook her head and sneered.

Maybe she put a filter on her memory. Liang Yuwei didn't speak for her. The young master was just kind and charitable.

Liang Yu drove back the only way. The car felt inexplicably stuffy, so he lowered the window.

The evening wind blew in, and the car was instantly filled with noise, just like the noisy and irritating recess in high school.

Liang Yuwei pulled over to the side of the road, rummaged around in the passenger seat, and found the half pack of cigarettes that Zhou Mo had left behind.

He had quit smoking long ago, but the current situation made him want to smoke one.

Half of the memory drifted to his eyes with the smoke between his fingers.

There were many small groups in the class, and there were people who studied Chen Zui's every move and picked out Chen Zui to gossip when he was around. In their opinion, teasing in front of the person involved is the most fun.

Chen Zui left the classroom amidst the unbearable words of others. Liang Yuwei couldn't stand it and couldn't stand it either.

When playing basketball, the boys were still keen on unfounded gossip. Liang Yuwei got angry and threw the basketball hard, hitting the instigator in the back: "Can you stop fucking gossiping about others?"

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Sheng Huikan Chen Zui was a little absent-minded and asked her if something happened at work.

Chen Zui shook his head and said nothing.

After taking a few bites of food, she asked casually: "How is Liang Yuwei?"

Sheng Hui looked puzzled. Liang Yuwei was a school boy. Because he was so handsome, he was so famous that he went to other places. Went to school.

Her classmate actually asked such a question.

Sheng Hui stuffed her mouth with food and said vaguely: "He's quite handsome. He has good grades and his family has money, but he doesn't show off. He's a nice person."

Seeing Chen Zui's lack of reaction, Sheng Hui asked again. Sentence: "Why did you remember to ask him?"

"Nothing."

Sheng Hui was suspicious and was about to continue chatting when there was a sound at the door and Jiang Siyao came back.

When changing shoes at the entrance, Jiang Siyao's voice came in first: "Huihui, have you seen our classmates?"

Sheng Hui glanced at Chen Zui quickly, thinking that Jiang Siyao was going to say that everyone was discussing Chen Zui. Something happened, so he said before Jiang Siyao could say anything else: "Chen Zui came to our house for dinner."

The entrance was quiet for a second, and Jiang Siyao's voice was as usual: "The group just said it a few minutes ago, you didn't read it Group?"

Sheng Hui reached out to touch her phone and found that it was charging in the bedroom.

She raised her face and asked, "What's going on?"

Jiang Siyao showed up, greeted Chen Zui, and asked, "Do you still remember Jingyu?"

Sheng Hui shrugged, indicating that she remembered: "Didn't he remember it before?" Are you always going to tell Chen Zui?"

Chen Zui looked at Sheng Hui as if he was feeling uncomfortable and didn't answer.

Both of them were waiting for Jiang Siyao to continue.

Jiang Siyao said: "He has cancer."

Sheng Hui and Chen Zui were stunned at the same time.

-Two

days later, when Chen was at home at night, he received a friend application from his old squad leader.

She hesitated for a moment, then clicked pass.

The squad leader made some pretense of greetings, then went straight to the point and talked about Jingyu's illness.

The class monitor said that Jingyu got cancer at a young age, his wife is pregnant, and his family situation is not very good now. He hoped that the classmates would lend a helping hand and help a little bit.

After that, he also sent a photo.

Chen Zui could hardly recognize Jingyu on the hospital bed, but she knew Jingyu's wife, a girl in their high school liberal arts class.

The squad leader said that it was Jingyu’s wife who saw that the high school classmate group was still active, so she sent a message for help in the group.

Chen Zui did not reply to the squad leader immediately.

She was troubled by something of her own.

When she was busy in the library during the day, Li Songyi chased her over and told her that there was a rumor in the company that she had given birth to a child out of wedlock, and the child was six or seven years old.

Chen Zuiqi didn't take it to heart at first. After all, it was not new news.

Li Songyi asked her cautiously: "So, is it possible?"

Chen Zui asked back: "What do you think?"

"I think it's unlikely. But even if it is true, so what, what age is it?" Li Songyi paused for a while , then said, "But, but..."

Chen Zui took a moment to look at her and said in a calm tone: "They said this child belongs to Mr. Fan?"

Li Songyi did not expect that Chen Zui knew everything, her mouth was half open. , looking a little shocked.

Chen Zui joked: "It's really a bit boring. I thought they could make up something more outrageous."

Li Songyi's eyes were anxious, as if he had done a lot of ideological struggle before he said: "This word seems to have reached Mr. Fan's wife. , they said that a new assistant candidate has been selected and will be on duty early next month."

Chen Zui was startled.

Li Songyi patted her shoulder: "I only know this, just to remind you."

Chen Zui said thank you with a complicated expression.

She had no idea that things were going this way.

Recently, when she communicated with Qiao Sen about her work, everything was normal and Qiao Sen didn't disclose anything. A person like Qiao Sen, who is indifferent to emotions and anger, would probably remain indifferent even if he knew the end of the world in advance.

A few days later, Qiao Sen asked Chen Zui to go to the hospital to get his physical examination report and threw his car keys to her.

Chen wanted to ask the most, but finally gave up the idea.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Qiao Sen knocked the table with his knuckles dissatisfied: "Just concentrate, okay?"

Chen Zui carried Qiao Sen's car keys and walked all the way through the office area to the parking lot.

Did she do a good job as Assistant Qiaoson? Not necessarily, the art museum is very different from the previous marketing department, and she is always in a state of learning.

Is Qiao Sen satisfied with her? Not necessarily, after all, she rarely hears praise from Qiao Sen.

Will Qiao Sen plead for her? Not necessarily, Qiao Sen and Boss Fan have been friends for many years, and their friendship is much deeper than hers.

Maybe it would be easier for Qiaosen to find an assistant who has studied arts management.

Chen Zui sighed and opened the door of the Range Rover.

Qiao Sen's car was very big, and Chen was not used to driving it. When she drove to the hospital nervously, she remembered that Jing Yu seemed to be hospitalized here.

After taking the physical examination report, Chen Zu did not leave directly. She looked up at the hospital building. The one on the east side had the words "Inpatient Department" written on it.

She was standing in the middle of the lobby of the inpatient department, and was hesitating whether to go up and take a look when she heard someone calling her.

She turned around, and the monitor and several classmates were standing behind her.

Liang Yuwei is also there.

He was dressed casually and had a tall and straight figure. He stood out among a group of people and looked clean and fresh.

Chen subconsciously looked at him, but he silently looked away.

They haven't seen each other since he left inexplicably last time.

The monitor seemed to have not expected it, and his tone was particularly surprising: "Are you here to see Jingyu?"

The monitor contacted her a week ago, and she thought she would not meet her classmates in the hospital.

Chen Zui felt that his limbs were all stiff and asked numbly: "Why are you... why are you here today?"

The squad leader nodded: "We have been busy raising money for more than a week. We have agreed on a time to come over to see Jingyu today.

"Oh." "

He's on the third floor. Are you coming up with us?" The squad leader explained the reason for her, "Maybe it's because you're busy. I know you miss your old classmates. Donate more." The number is actually just a thought..."

"I'm not here to donate money."

The monitor's smile was still on his face and he didn't have time to disappear. The old squad leader looked around, as if looking for recognition or help.

Out of the corner of his eye, Liang Yuwei walked straight past them and walked outside, seemingly not paying attention to what was going on here.

Others were cooperating in low voices.

"Who is he..."

"Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"He came here just to disgust people."

Chen Zui turned around and walked out.

The squad leader followed her quickly and said, "His wife is pregnant."

"So?"

"Chen Zui, you came to Lao Zhang's funeral and gave money to the teacher's wife. I saw it all. Now it's your turn, classmate." Are you starting to feel different?"

Chen Zui frowned slightly and slowed down: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, Chen Zui, let me tell you clearly, if it was anyone else, I probably wouldn't contact you. I had a good relationship with you before. I often gave you lectures and took good care of you. Even if you miss me, you still have to help him, right?"

Chen Zui snorted: "You think you know everything, don't you?"

The squad leader was stunned, stood on the spot, raised his voice and said: "I thought you were just out of touch, but I didn't expect you didn't even have basic compassion."

Chen Zui paused, with an indifferent expression, and slowly spit out a few words The words: "Squad leader, do you believe in retribution?"

After saying that, she walked towards the parking lot. When she passed by Liang Yuwei, she didn't say hello.

She was in a terrible mood.

The squad leader stared at Chen Zui's back, watched her get into the car, then snorted disdainfully, and walked to Liang Yuwei: "Last time someone said she was quite rich, but I didn't believe it. I didn't expect that even though she was driving a Land Rover, she could also I don’t want to donate some money to my old classmates.”

The monitor tried to seek recognition from Liang Yuwei.

Liang Yuwei had long recognized that the license plate number J050N was Qiao Sen's car.

Liang Yuwei gave the squad leader a cold look, and went to the parking lot without speaking.

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Copywriting: At the age of twenty-five, Cheng Guo had enough of being displaced and returned to that small town, carrying a cold and heavy The luggage went straight to Song Yuan's house, but was rejected.

The owner of the house looked like a bastard: "Cheng Guo, you think I have to wait for you when you leave, and I have to smile to greet you when you come back?"

A few days later, a group of friends were at a drinking party.

Someone asked Song Yuan, did you know that Cheng Guo is back?

Some people pushed Song Yuan and joked, "You two just played together when you were wearing crotchless pants, and you didn't say to pick them up."

Song Yuan's face was calm, as if hearing a stranger's name: "Who is it? I don't know you."

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From five years old, to fifteen years old, and then to twenty-five years old.

Twenty years of Song Yuan and Cheng Guo.

[HE·Childhood sweetheart·Two-way secret love]