Chapter 31

◎Change of Heart◎

"Who adds QQ now? It's popular to use WeChat now, okay?" Zhu Yao saw that Du Ningyang was a little hesitant and wanted to help her to resist. "Zhu Zhu, add Du Ningyang now that you have WeChat."

"I don't use that thing. I can't use it."

Du Ningyang listened to Zhu Zhu's number. Just like the string of numbers she memorized by heart, she memorized his number into an eternal memory, like memorizing the landline number of her first home.

"Oh," Zhu Zhu dragged Du Ningyang to the "best friends" column. There were many people in that column, including Xu Zhaolin, Shaohui, Aliang and a group of unknown netizens.

Du Ningyang didn't classify him and put him in the default list.

Xu Zhaolin shouted "If you don't eat the ice cream, it will melt", so they moved to the coffee table to chat. Zhu Zhu

rarely sat in the living room to accompany them to finish two cans of ice cream. He was in high spirits and proud of his love, and he wanted to find an opportunity to show off.

Being in Shenzhen, his brain became more intelligent after being immersing himself in it. Since he loved playing games, he looked for opportunities in the games. He and Wu You rented a small house in the village near the school, got two top-of-the-line desktop computers, and resold scarce equipment and played for others.

It didn't sound very respectable, but it was more of a hobby, but it made more money than white-collar workers. They didn't have to work from nine to five, work overtime, squeeze into the subway, be bound in a suit, sit in a small cubicle and socialize with annoying colleagues, and flatter their bosses.

They saved the money they earned and bought many expensive and exquisite imported figures. They also spent money on acrylic display cabinets of various models, constantly upgraded computer hardware, and decorated the rental house into a paradise.

Although Du Ningyang had never thought about what he would do in the future, he had already had the mindset of "graduating to do an internship, and officially working after the internship."

It turned out that money could be made this way.

It turned out that you don't have to go to work.

Zhu Yao and Xu Zhaolin were the same.

Zhu He saw the three people's dumbfounded look, "Brother is really happy now, financial independence is not a matter of palms facing up, you will know in two years, playing is just pure fun, playing and making money is the real fun." "

My friends, dry father, a bright future is waiting for us!"

Zhu He sent Xu Zhaolin and Du Ningyang to the taxi home, and said goodbye to them with high morale.

On the way home, Xu Zhaolin and Du Ningyang discussed secretly, he said: "I don't think making money this way is a long-term solution."

Du Ningyang was absent-minded, "But at least he made money, and he likes to play, as long as he keeps playing, he can keep making money."

Xu Zhaolin retorted: "What if no one plays Dream Universe anymore, and no one buys his equipment?"

"How could it be?" Dream Universe is the most popular and hottest game.

They lacked a holistic understanding of the rapid development of the world, and they doubted the law that everything will inevitably fade away when it reaches its peak, and Xu Zhaolin's words came true, but that's a story for later.

Xu Zhaolin got home first. Before getting off the car, he told Du Ningyang, "Don't have any bad ideas about Zhu He." She was absent-minded the whole afternoon and caught his eye.

She said, "Don't talk nonsense. Why would I have any bad ideas about him?"

"You'd better," the car stopped and Xu Zhaolin opened the door. "You can break up first and then get together. Before that, no chatting or interaction is allowed, otherwise I will look down on you."

"Don't curse me," Du Ningyang pushed him out. "Jin Zhenqi and I are doing well. I will video chat with him tonight."

Xu Zhaolin slammed the car door doubtfully and walked into the community. Du Ningyang rolled her eyes at his back.

When did this guy see through himself? She almost immediately took out her mobile phone and looked at Zhu He's space dynamics.

I vaguely remembered that three years ago, all his posts started with "Dear My Friend", and the content behind was modified according to his mood; but in the past two years, all his posts have been changed to start with "Dear My You", followed by the number of days he and Wu You have been together.

The numbers gradually added up to nearly a thousand days. It turned out that they had been together for such a long time. Zhu He did not hide his preference and cherishment for Wu You

at all. The photo album was full of Wu You, many, many Wu You, all kinds of Wu You.

This is what it should be like to like someone, right?

- You can't help but want to share everything about him, can't help but want to show off your luck and joy, can't help but want to introduce him to all your friends, can't help but want to know all his friends.

There is no such thing as a probation period when you like someone, right?

Du Ningyang was ashamed of her dark true thoughts. She was really a piece of shit. She was greedy and selfish. She envied Wu You for being loved like this, and she was jealous of Zhu He for having the ability to love like this.

Why were they so in sync? Why could they easily meet their soul mates?

Perhaps all of this was within her reach.

She knew Zhu He first.

He would call her when there were only three roll call spots left, tease her by saying "I hate you too" because she said "Without love, there is no hate", and introduce his own sister to her when she first arrived in Huaicheng, saying "I will protect you from now on".

But he did not follow the first come first served rule.

At night, Jin Zhenqi's video came on time. At that time, video was very troublesome. You had to buy a camera separately and install the camera plug-in on the desktop computer. Installation failure and incompatibility were common phenomena.

He was still in high spirits, "Baby, do you think I look different today?"

The reflection of the computer screen made his face pale, and she said, "It seems to have become a little whiter."

"You have sharp eyes. I bought a new camera after work. People said it was new technology and the highest definition. How is it? Have you become more handsome?"

Maybe the screen filled in the light on his face, or maybe the camera really has a beauty function, Jin Zhenqi looks more handsome than usual, wearing a headset and feeling like an Internet handsome guy.

She also has someone who loves her, and the person who loves her is not bad.

"Yes, he is handsome," Du Ningyang said, "Keep this pose and don't move. I'll take a screenshot."

"Why take a screenshot, baby?"

"You'll know in a minute."

Two minutes later, Du Ningyang posted this screenshot photo in her space: Let me formally introduce my boyfriend, Jin Zhenqi.

After posting, comments and likes came in like a tide. She replied to thank them one by one, looking for the one who cared about her among the densely packed usernames and avatars.

She wanted to compete with Zhu He, she wanted to tell him that there were also excellent people who liked her, she wanted him to know that he could be very cool.

But Zhu He did not show up, he was killing people in the sleepwalking universe.

Jin Zhenqi called her, his voice was full of uncontrollable joy, "Baby, I'm so happy, did I get a permanent job?"

As Xu Zhaolin said, good people will not be fickle, good people will strangle hope in the cradle. Du Ningyang knew that she was not a good person, but she really wanted to turn over a new leaf.

She took advantage of Jin Zhenqi's almost naive love, but it did not bring the expected results. No one cared except herself, and no one was injured.

She felt disgusted by her despicable behavior.

With endless guilt, Du Ningyang said to Jin Zhenqi: "Yes, you have been converted to a regular employee. We will be together in the future."

"Boyfriend, please give me more advice."

"Baby, please give me more advice."

-The

stir-fry restaurant has been promoted from a newly opened flavor restaurant in Huaguang to a twelve-year-old boutique restaurant. The prices are not expensive and it is very popular among students.

Du Ningyang was in a very good mood and brought Wen Xu to eat. When sitting down, she took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and threw them on the table. She raised her eyelids and motioned Wen Xu to wipe the table.

"It's not dirty, just oily," she explained, and waved to the boss without even looking at the menu, "Fish-flavored pork shreds, hot and sour chicken offal, and garlic water spinach."

"You want to eat those things again? Fish-flavored pork shreds are a must. Why don't you eat steamed egg cake today?" The boss's mood seemed to be unaffected by the demolition of Huaguang, and his tone was very light.

During the casual chat, "I ate two eggs at noon, and my cholesterol level will exceed the standard if I eat more. By the way, where are you going to move to?"

A stir-fry restaurant does not need as much space as an arcade. The boss has skills and old customers, so he is popular wherever he goes, and he does not need to sell off all the pots and pans.

The boss smiled, as if he had been waiting for this sentence. He said, "I will not move. I will go back to my hometown to take care of my grandchildren. I will consider it as early retirement."

"You have grandchildren?" Du Ningyang was shocked. "Isn't your son very young?"

The elementary school student in my memory always wore school uniforms. In summer, he wore light blue short-sleeved shirts and white shorts. In winter, he wore a dark blue school uniform jacket over a black cotton jacket, like a bulging little bread.

He had a big head and a small body. Sometimes he sat behind the counter to do homework, sometimes he helped to order food, and sometimes he stretched his neck to check the number of glass bottles of soda on the table when checking out.

"He's not young anymore. He just had a wedding in his hometown in January. His grandson is going to be born in October. We must go back to welcome him in advance." "

Time flies so fast," Du Ningyang couldn't help but sigh, "Yeah, it's been almost that long. I'm divorced."

The topic was quickly killed.

The older generation seemed to be allergic to the word "divorce" and couldn't stand hearing it. The boss laughed dryly and almost fled to the kitchen. "I'll go cook, very quickly. Divorce is good. You can get married again after divorce."

Wen Xu laughed wildly opposite Du Ningyang. The table was indeed greasy. He poured some tea on the table and wiped it with it.

"No more marriage," Du Ningyang shouted, afraid that the boss couldn't hear him, "We have to get divorced even if we get married, really."

Wen Xu laughed even more happily, and his laughter was shaking. The boss hid behind the kitchen curtain and was still in shock. He couldn't understand the relationship between the two people. He thought they were a couple, but the woman said she didn't want to get married and the man laughed so happily.

Alas, young people can't keep up with their ideas.

"What are you laughing at?" Du Ningyang was actually puzzled.

"I think you guys are quite funny," Wen Xu said solemnly, "How come you can chat with everyone?" "

Who said I can chat with everyone? I'm very familiar with this boss," she skillfully took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder and threw them on the table, "They have been here since Huaguang opened, and it's super popular."

"...I don't remember who said it, this restaurant is the legacy store of Huaicheng's predecessor. You can break up, but you will definitely run into your ex here."

"Then you also brought Zhu He here to eat?" Suddenly jealousy surged.

"Of course, Zhu He brought me here to eat at first," she explained, "and Zhu Yao and Xu Zhaolin."

"Then you also brought your college boyfriend here."

"It's like this..." On the day he spent a lot of money on her, she brought Jin Zhenqi here for dinner.

"What do you mean by bringing me here again now?"

"It means we were playing nearby and it happened to be time for dinner."

"Serve the food—"

The ingredients were fresh and were quickly stir-fried over high heat. The boss came out from the kitchen, and the rich hot aroma filled the air. The delicious food blocked Wen Xu's mouth and stopped him from asking any more questions.

After eating and drinking, they walked on the quiet streets. In early spring, the early cherry blossoms were in full bloom, like a group of gentle pink clouds. They had plenty of time to take a slow walk and digest their food.

They talked about Jin Zhenqi for the first time.

-Time

was long, and she only remembered some vague feelings and fragments.

During that time, her state was high-spirited, standing in the sun openly and working hard openly.

She didn't know she could be so positive.

-Under Jin Zhenqi's leadership, her last-place performance improved a lot. From resolutely not attending the morning eight, to occasionally sitting in the front row, she began to attend various elite lectures and art exhibitions, often lingered in the library, and could listen to the closing music.

She said "let's be together" in a fit of anger at the beginning, but later she sincerely "stayed with him".

Jin Zhenqi's parents are both employees of a state-owned enterprise in Shicheng. They are ordinary and conscientious. From the perspective of family income, they are a perfect match, but he is much more down-to-earth than Du Ningyang, simple and far-sighted.

During the winter vacation of the second year, she took him home for dinner. Fang Fang was busy in the kitchen from morning to night, cooking a table of specialties. Du Minda took a leave of absence early and went to the window every two minutes, looking and looking, anxiously waiting for the arrival of this northern boy.

They were very satisfied with him. It turned out that Du Ningyang, who was not serious every day, could attract the love of such a self-disciplined and serious boy. You know, since she went to college and acted lawless, they were worried that she would bring back a yellow-haired boy.

Jin Zhenqi was only one year older than Du Ningyang, but he was already quite polite. He knew that it was not good to go to the door empty-handed, so he brought two bottles of good local wine in Shicheng.

Fang Fang and Du Minda couldn't stop laughing, and they seemed to have settled down.

Jin Zhenqi was struggling whether to go back to take the civil service exam after graduation, stay in Huaicheng and work hard with Du Ningyang, or follow the large number of graduates to the south to seek gold in the fast-paced metropolis, make money and then come back to live a stable life.

That was all he had to consider. She was just nonchalant, holding his arm and kicking the stones on the playground. "It's all right. I just know that I'll follow you. It's definitely right."

Jin Zhenqi said innocently, "Okay, baby, I have to think about it. So baby, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet," maybe she was used to him doing everything for her, "What do you think?"

"You can be an art teacher," Jin Zhenqi predicted Du Ningyang's confusion and scratched her nose. "Anyway, you like to play. Art is a secondary course. Art teachers don't have to be class teachers. There are winter and summer vacations, so you can have fun."

She said, "Yes, that's very suitable for me."

She told Du Minda and Fang Fang her plan - a plan that Jin Zhenqi helped her plan according to her personality - "After I graduate, I want to be an art teacher, both in elementary school and junior high school. I won't go to kindergarten because the children are too noisy. I won't go to high school so as not to mislead the students. I can't go to university because they want to be postgraduates."

Oh, this thousand-year-old iron tree has bloomed. It's good to be admitted to Huaicheng Academy of Fine Arts with great effort, and I can meet such an excellent boy.

Du Minda and Fang Fang were overjoyed and invited Jin Zhenqi to their home for dinner every few days. When they were not working, Du Minda had a few drinks with him.

Jin Zhenqi said to Du Minda: "Uncle, it will be soon. When we graduate, you won't have to work so hard."

I don't know if it was sincere or polite, but Jin Zhenqi's words almost made Du Minda cry. He patted Jin Zhenqi's shoulder, as if to indicate that only you can enter the door of my Du family. I

just didn't expect it to end up like that - of course we can't be friends, and being strangers is like having enemies.

Cherry blossoms fell to the ground, covering the brick road like a thin veil. Du Ningyang walked and stepped on them, and the falling wind shook the petals one by one.

When she mentioned this ex, she only had these good words. The strange thing was that these good words were very sincere and not at all pretentious. "He is very good, better than anyone I know."

Then Wen Xu asked the question that everyone would ask her, "Why did you break up?"

"Breaking up is breaking up. There must be a fuse for breaking up, but I don't think it's that serious. He must have accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction with me... Who said that you can't break up with a good person? Or that a good person can't break up?"

Her attitude was very evasive, and she didn't want to mention the fuse.

Wen Xu did not ask any more questions.

"Is 'good' a prerequisite for being loved and loving?" she asked, and soon answered herself, "Of course not, he will definitely meet someone who thinks he is bad but can't leave him, and that person is the right person... He must hate me for wasting a lot of his time."

A lot of sincere feelings were wasted.

Du Ningyang was a little emotional, Wen Xu touched her shoulder, calmly and gently, "It's okay, he won't hate you, believe me, he will find the right person."

It's just that he was not very liked by her, so how could he hate her? The time they spent together sincerely counted.

Wen Xu understood this feeling too well. He even envied Jin Zhenqi. He accompanied her at the best age of 19, but their lives were still new when they separated.

"I don't know... I haven't contacted him again, but I think he will. He has lived the long-lasting life he longed for," she was infected by him and gradually calmed down.

Wen Xu asked again, "So am I a good person or a bad person?"

"Wen Xu," Du Ningyang called Wen Xu's name softly to show his seriousness, "You are very good."

She meant that he was very good most of the time, but sometimes he was very bad and coquettish, but she couldn't say it out loud.

"It's obvious that you don't like 'good'. Jin Zhenqi and I are the same kind, two unlucky guys," he was a little disappointed, "I don't want to be 'good'."

I want to be as bad as Zhu He.

"You are different from him," she sometimes hated herself for being too quick-witted and not thinking before she spoke.

"Oh?" Wen Xu stopped and looked at her under the street light, "How are he and I different?"

At least I am starting to like you now. She learned her lesson and couldn't be impulsive. She swallowed the words that came to her mouth. Instead, she said, "You are dumber than him."

She was a little incoherent, "Wen Xu, if you do something for others in the future, whether it's for me or for others, you have to let her know. Don't let her be kept in the dark, otherwise she will miss you."

... She almost missed you.

Don't make wishes for her silently, don't give her surprises secretly, don't play the game of secret love and devotion. It's true that no girl would not fall for that, but it would be very hard not to be seen.

She wanted to say this, but she didn't know if he understood. ...Why didn't this guy speak? Did he understand or not? It

was so embarrassing. Her face turned red and her breathing became rapid. She secretly expected Wen Xu to reply. This was a good time to make it clear and kiss.

Wen Xu's eyes suddenly turned cold. Looking in the direction of his gaze, it was Zhu He's face.

He was sitting on the steps at the door of Huisheng, looking at them blankly, with an innocent expression, like an abandoned stray dog.

The physiological mechanism of men and women is really unfair. In just two months, he has lost weight and returned to the appearance of a person in his early twenties. He wears clean and tidy clothes, which can almost cover up the decadence emanating from his bones.

Perhaps because he has been waiting for a long time, Zhu He's face is a little tired. There is a small wicker basket next to him, and the delicate daisies and roses are drooping. He

showed up at an inopportune time, interrupting her beautiful moment.

He raised the flower basket, said arrogantly and in a high-spirited tone: "Wife, the opening flower basket, your favorite daisies and roses."

Under the dim street lights, Du Ningyang looked at him in confusion.

Did he forget that they had completely separated?

Or maybe he was blindly confident and thought that he would always be her first choice.