Chapter 42

◎You are the most precious◎

Du Minda and Fang Fang have been simple all their lives, and they are not the type to embarrass others. Du Ningyang saw that they were not satisfied with Zhu He and had a lot of long-winded whispers to tell her.

But she didn't want to listen, because they didn't understand. One question and one answer, like squeezing toothpaste, the person asking the question couldn't get a satisfactory answer, and the person answering had a hard time speaking. Both sides were uncomfortable and the atmosphere was very stiff.

Yes, he didn't have a proper job, but who stipulated that there must be a fixed path to make money?

Admittedly, reselling game equipment sounds unreliable, but this is because they don't know how popular the Dreamwalking Universe is, and how many people are flocking to those precious equipment;

yes, they rented a house in Shenzhen, but that is the most expensive and land-scarce place in the country. How many people can afford a house?

Besides, Zhu's parents have already prepared a wedding house in the city center for him, and he can't be classified as one of those who have nothing.

Children? They haven't grown up yet, why think so far, it's better to let nature take its course.

Yes, they want to get married, and they even put together the money for the gift.

Du Ningyang got up from the sofa, tugged at Zhu He's sleeve, and said to his parents, "We have an appointment with friends tonight, and it's time to leave." "

That's outrageous! Mom prepared the dishes this afternoon, and they've all been washed and cut," Du Minda waved her hand hurriedly, trying to keep them, "It'll be quick to fry."

"Yes, Ningning, stay for Zhu He to have dinner together," Fang Fang agreed.

When she went to the kitchen to get a drinking glass for Zhu He, she glanced at the stove. In the past, when Jin Zhenqi came, they prepared more than ten dishes, but why did it become four or five dishes when it came to Zhu He?

She was indignant, her temper rose, and she stomped her feet, "It's an appointment, so it's an appointment, Zhu He, let's go."

Zhu He patted her on the back to calm her down, and politely and peacefully waved goodbye to the two little old people. He always did this well, and never got angry.

Walking out of the corridor, he put his long arm around her shoulders, wiped his hand on her face, and wiped out a palm of tears.

"Okay, why are you crying?" Zhu He couldn't help laughing when thinking about the reason why she was crying. "Why are you so stupid?"

"You are the fucking stupid one," Du Ningyang hummed and blew out a snot bubble. "Can't you see? They don't like you."

She took out a tissue from her purse and blew away the snot bubble viciously, as if she was trying to wipe off their prejudice against him.

Zhu He didn't care much about these things. "Just because you like me is fine. Trust between people needs to be established over a long period of time. How long have they only seen me? There are many days in the future. I will slowly release my charm." "

Really?"

"Of course, Du Ningyang, I have confidence."

She sometimes wondered why only she could see his good side - it was like this before and it is still like this now.

Love makes people blind, is that right?

This is love, so she is willing to be a moth to the fire.

More than a year after graduation, she came into contact with the real world and saw the exaggerated gap between the rich and the poor in the small cubicle of the building.

There was a young man from Shenzhen who was pursuing her in the company, with great momentum and blatantly.

Afraid that the accumulated water would soak the soles of her cheap leather shoes, she would stand under the eaves of the building on rainy days and wait for the rain to subside before leaving. A Porsche stopped in front of her and said it would take her home. She

waved and refused, saying with a smile: "My boyfriend waits for me at the subway entrance every day." The other party smiled disdainfully, waved at her, and called her a "silly girl."

Perhaps the young man had never failed to pursue girls before, and was very persistent. He gave her a bouquet of flowers on Valentine's Day, ordered a candlelight dinner on Christmas, and invited her to dance the first dance at the annual meeting.

But she never accepted the invitation, and she didn't even step on the steps with his handmade leather shoes.

Her mind was all on that small and trendy house, where there was the person she had liked since she was young.

On the day when she looked at her wet white shirt and asked to congratulate him, "When will the return of the south wind end?", the young man pursued the new intern in the company, who was also young and beautiful. The background of the circle of friends was a large flat in a high-end community.

She never lacked people pursuing her. She only needed to nod her head to live a life with superior material conditions.

She knew what her parents were thinking. She knew they never expected her to climb high and become a phoenix. She knew they wanted her to be stable and marry a steady and down-to-earth person like Jin Zhenqi. They didn't need a big house, but not a damp and dark small house; they didn't need to make a lot of money, but they didn't need any unstable factors.

Zhu He stepped on all their thunder points impartially, and blew their hearts that expected comfort into pieces.

But she liked Zhu He, what could she do? She always liked Zhu He, and sometimes she was surprised that she could be so useless.

She was willing to accompany him to gamble on the road that was not favored by others.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Du Ningyang absent-minded and silent, Zhu He gently flicked her head, "Are you hungry and thinking about what to eat?"

He knew that she didn't have any friends to have dinner with, and she just wanted to vent his anger for him. He just punched the closest person. He didn't want her to do this for him. He was still the same as before, liking everyone to be in harmony.

You should be sad, little girl Du Ningyang.

Zhu He held her face in his hands, kissed her on both cheeks, and held her in his arms like a treasure, telling her: "We will be together for a long time, don't worry, don't worry, time will prove everything."

"I know," she held back her tears, twitching in his arms like a crazy little water pump, "You think about it, what to eat?"

"I thought of something delicious, you will definitely like it."

"What to eat?"

"You will know when you go there."

Zhu He held Du Ningyang's hand and walked along the road. In the late summer and early autumn of Huaicheng, the maple trees planted on both sides of the road were slightly red, and the wind blew the broken hair on their temples, dancing with the wind.

She felt very happy.

The place Zhu He found to eat was a food stall, an open-air shed with wooden round tables and plastic chairs. After they sat down, he ordered a few dishes and asked her, "I haven't seen Shaohui for a long time. He lives nearby. Do you want to call him and ask him to come over for dinner?"

"Sure."

She was happy to meet his friends. She liked every opportunity to declare her sovereignty. Zhu He, who was loved by everyone, could only love her legitimately now.

"...The phone is turned off. What's going on?" Zhu He scratched his head. "I'll ask Aliang again."

He called the landline of Aliang's printing shop. After a "beep", the other party picked up the phone.

"Hello, Aliang Print Shop, oh! Brother Gabe, haha, long time no see, Shaohui? He went to the army in the first half of the year, it was in March, or April, I can't remember, didn't he tell you? He left me a message, did you miss it, I guess I can't use the phone right now, hehe, as for me, I won't come out to eat, I'm so busy looking after the shop, next time you all come back and get together... that's a must. Well, I won't say anything more, I have guests here, sorry, bye, oh bye."

Zhuhe hung up the phone, with a layer of sadness on his face, he clicked on QQ, scrolled down the chat list, and found Shaohui's message after searching for a long time.

It was half a year ago, when he was the most confused and helpless, and when he cheered up, he was the busiest and most anxious, and ignored Shaohui's farewell.

Dear Brother Dihui: [What is your son doing recently? I have decided to join the army. I bought a ticket for the day after tomorrow. Isn’t it awesome to have an 18-hour hard seat? He was assigned to the infantry company in Qingzhou. Damn, it would be great if he could be in the Air Force. What a pity. But I will work hard. When I come back, let’s play together. See you there. PS. If I can’t find a job after I get out, I will go to Shenzhen to join you.]

Dear Brother Dihui: [I will miss your dear son!]

Zhuhe’s fingers were pressing the keys to reply to him.

Gabe: [I will miss you too when you come back.]

Du Ningyang moved closer to Zhuhe and looked at his phone screen. He instantly understood the factors that made him depressed.

Friends from all over the world who had gathered together because of their love in the past have now gone to different corners one by one. They left one by one, some waving goodbye, and some silently.

She leaned quietly on his shoulder, trying to tell him that she would not leave.

An entertainer dragged a sound system and held a microphone, asking from table to table: "Boss, can you order a song? It's 10 yuan a song. I want to give it to my girlfriend."

"What songs are there?"

"Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, Alan Tam, Priscilla Chan, all of them... take a look at the playlist."

The entertainer handed a playlist with a yellowed plastic cover to the neighboring table, "All of them are golden hits."

"Old songs!" He handed the playlist back.

The memory of a distant summer night broke into Du Ningyang's mind. It was when they were sketching in Xi Village, the stupid handsome boy in her school and the beautiful girl from Huaili sang a song by Jacky Cheung and Gao Huijun.

She no longer remembered their names, but she remembered that the song was called "You Are the Most Precious".

Du Ningyang waved to the entertainer, "Uncle, do you have "You Are the Most Precious"?"

"Yes," the entertainer dragged the sound system to them, "Beautiful girl, do you want to order it?"

"Can you sing?" Du Ningyang asked Zhu He.

Zhu He nodded in confusion.

She turned to the performer again, "I'll pay you, can you give us the microphone to sing a duet?"

"Uh, sure..." No one had ever asked for this.

After taking the microphone, she was not at all nervous, and regardless of whether she was out of tune or not, she just held hands and sang.

"At this time next year, let's meet at this place..."

"Remember to bring roses, wear a tie and tie your thoughts..." ...

"

I learn to be intoxicated in your love..." "I won't retreat..."

"You guard me through the night, and I am willing to stay with you on this road of love..."

"You are the most precious."

The ending fell, resounding. The accompaniment was still playing, and with a "click", she pulled the pull ring of the can of ice-cold beer and poured it into two small plastic cups.

"Congratulations," a moment of passionate emotions surged, she stretched out her arms, trying to hold him, "Have you ever drank a cup of wine from a cup of wine?"

"No..."

"Let's try it, your arms are long enough, you should be able to hold them."

"Okay."

"Then we're settled."

"Yeah."