Chapter 6

◎ I have a friend...◎

She went home that day and was so angry, but she didn't know who to vent her anger on. She could only slam the door and sit on the bed, gritting her teeth - she could only blame herself for her bad luck. The peach blossoms and ice cream flew away together. She

also paid 60 yuan for the taxi fare.

Now it seems that if no one tipped off Du Minda, she would not have appeared so coincidentally. Wen Xu, did she start to like me from that time?

Tired of lying on her back, Du Ningyang changed his position and lay on his side on the bed to recuperate.

When a woman is nearly 30 years old, she is defined by all kinds of people every day as "If you don't cherish your cowardly ex-husband, no one will want you", dyeing her hair red can make her parents angry and her chest hurt, and then at some point in time, she finds that a rich man who looks good, keeps a good figure, and went to school in a Maybach when he was in his teens may have started to have a crush on you a long time ago, and served you comfortably during a night of spring, and finally planned to pursue you, what is the first reaction?

Is it to regret the missed years? No.

Was it regret and distress for the secret love time of this man? No.

It was pride!

The pride of being smug and proud!

The kind of pride that would make you proud even if you were scolded as a mean person!

Or a counterattack!

A counterattack against the nosy people!

Although Du Ningyang calmed down almost the next second, it was lame to rely on a man's love to prove and fight back. Moreover, why did she have to prove to the outside world that "someone wanted her"? It was lame.

It was because she didn't want Zhu He that no one wanted him.

Why didn't anyone say to Zhu He "You deserve to miss such a good wife"?

Every time she thought of Zhu He before this day, her brain would fall into a brief blank, and she couldn't figure out how they had come to this point;

but from this moment on, Zhu He's name was connected to the past, and gradually became a symbol representing a specific period of time. She began to wonder, why didn't she pay attention to Wen Xu before?

Maybe it was because of loneliness, maybe it was because of unwillingness, or maybe she was just at the age where she wanted to reread the book of youth, she began to be interested in Wen Xu, the past and the present.

No wonder people say people find happiness in their new love, "What a discerning young man," Du Ningyang thought to herself.

As she changed her position in bed, her memory returned to that morning, the hand that swept across the pages of the book, a hand with distinct joints, nails cut into short and round shapes, clean and dry, touching the cold sentences, as elegant as playing the piano.

There were so many details that she had overlooked, she even remembered that when his body was slightly tilted towards her, it brought a faint lemon scent mixed with the cold winter air.

And if he really liked her, there must be more than one thing.

"Get up, it's time for lunch," Du Minda knocked on the door, interrupting her "review".

Yes, why didn't she think of Du Minda, a living "witness"!

Du Ningyang quickly got up, washed her face and brushed her teeth, put on the fluorescent pink polka dot home clothes that Fang Fang bought for her, and sat at the table, abnormally well-behaved.

A few years ago, she thought this kind of home clothes were ugly and didn't want to wear them, but now she has fallen in love with their softness and warmth.

Fang Fang passed by with dishes in her hand and exclaimed casually, "My Ning is so beautiful."

Du Minda ate the home-cooked dishes and three full bowls of rice very quickly, like a hurricane. He did not leave the table after finishing his meal, but sat aside to read the newspaper, waiting for the two ladies to finish eating.

Du Ningyang asked in a roundabout way, "How was your visit to the Wen family for New Year's greetings?"

"It's the same as usual when you pay New Year's greetings, just politeness," Fang Fang's attention was all on the food, and she ended Du Ningyang's topic with one sentence, "Eat hard, eat out the fish at noon, and don't leave it for the evening."

"Uh," Du Ningyang could only try his best to continue the topic, "Why do you suddenly want to go to their house for New Year's greetings?"

Du Minda didn't give her face and didn't respond, "You went traveling during the New Year in the past two years."

"Yes, don't travel during the New Year, it's so crowded and food is expensive," Fang Fang continued to change the subject, "It's better to stay at home during the New Year, it has the festive atmosphere."

Du Ningyang closed his eyes, God, who cares, just ask, "Did Wen Xu go home?"

"How do you know, he came back that day," Du Minda asked, "Are your classmates in the studio still in touch now?"

"I went out to play the other day and saw him, so I asked casually," Du Ningyang said the classic opening, "I have a friend... I want to ask him about things, such as what kind of person is he? Is he a good person? What type do he like? Does he have a partner? Is he suitable for a relationship?"

Du Minda has a "Young Master Wen" filter for Wen Xu and has only good things to say about him, "Of course he is good, handsome and polite, but I haven't seen him for many years, I don't know if he is in a relationship, and he is not married yet."

"Which friend of yours?" Fang Fang asked, "He only knows how to ask about things, but you don't care."

Here he comes again, Du Ningyang makes up a lie, "A friend you don't know."

"Your friend wants to date Wen Xu?" Du Minda didn't wait for Du Ningyang to speak, and said, "There is definitely no problem with him personally, he has good looks and conditions, but his parents are difficult to deal with, they are super strict with him and have high expectations." "

Oh, so," just asking.

"He had a hard time when he was studying before, he was not as free and happy as you guys," Du Minda opened his mouth.

He gave her a rough description of Wen Xu's life when he was young, and she roughly sketched out the outline in her mind.

He was a person who really liked painting. He did not go to the studio to study for further studies. He still did not put down his brush during the busiest years of his student days.

He liked riding a bike and had several professional mountain bikes. He would go cycling around the island during the holidays when he was young, but he usually needed a car to pick him up and drop him off because the TOEFL tutor was waiting at home. He studied from 8:30 to 11:30, and had to do at least one set of questions and practice speaking.

But later he did not study art, nor did he join any sports clubs. He was sent to the United States to study nutrition, and he studied all the way to a doctorate. His future path was planned, and he took over the family's health care industry.
He is a typical rich elite, a future successful person. She commented: "He is far from our lives."

Du Minda shook her head, "Sometimes he is just like an ordinary child, very childish. His parents push him too hard. If you ask me, how can you ask such high standards of a child?"

"How childish?"
"Similar to you, with little thoughts and not wanting to study," Du Minda smiled. Sometimes he would ask me to let him go to buy snacks on the way home from school, and he would not dare to get on the bus until he had rinsed his mouth after eating; He can sing all those popular hum-hum-ha-hey songs. If I remember correctly... You can do it."
Du Ningyang was very curious. He straightened his body and knelt on the chair. He asked, "Puppy love? With whom?!"
"I don't know who it was. He would never tell me, but it should be a girl with long hair," Du Minda said. "She was very well behaved. It wasn't really a premature love affair. It was an 'attempted' premature love affair at best. It seemed that his mother found a gift box in his drawer, which contained rubber bands and hairpins."
In the spring semester after the winter break of the first year of high school, influenced by the "Korean Wave", wide-brimmed hairpins became popular among high school girls. Du Ningyang and Zhu Yao were no exception, and even rushed to the forefront of the vulgar trend. They were

so vulgar that they seemed to be eliminated by the times if they didn't catch up. However, there were only two small jewelry stores around the school, so it was inevitable that they would have the same style.

There were probably one or two times in the studio, they muttered "You and that person have the same style again", "Who cares who is ugly and embarrassed", "I won't wear it tomorrow!", and then they found a solution - since everyone else is wearing a headband, let's wear a hairpin.

That's all they thought about, not much, not much, not much, not much, they love to follow the trend, and they are vain, and they have to show that they are different.

The two saved money for two meals and bought a bunch of colorful hairpins, which they wore in turn with their clothes, vying to be the most colorful butterfly in the studio.

Now, Du Ningyang was basically sure that it was her who caused Wen Xu to be beaten, and she silently apologized to him in her heart.

Since when did he start to sit on her right side, but he always seemed to be around her.

Did he remember her words that she would forget immediately after she said them? What

a rare person.

It was a pity that she realized how rare he was ten years later. People change. They are trapped by things that they could not get when they were young. They don't cherish them after they get them. She firmly believes in this. Du Minda

interrupted her drifting thoughts, "Does your friend... need me to introduce him to you? But let me tell you in advance, the success rate should be quite small."

"No need," Du Ningyang blurted out, "They are not suitable."

Fang Fang said regretfully, "How do you know if they are not suitable if you don't try? You are so bad. You ruined your friend's marriage. You are a bad friend."

"You don't understand," she said, but she still said it, "You will understand when you are my age."

As soon as she finished speaking, her good friend called her.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Xu Zhaolin got into a fight with two women in the yoga room on Huaibei Middle Road. I'm going over there now, you go and help him," Zhu Yao panted, sounding like he was running.

Du Ningyang's tone was flat, and he even slowly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, "What support? Does he need help with two women?"

"Guess why he got into a fight with others? - Those two women named you and said you stole their husbands!"

He stays at home every day, wearing fluorescent pink home clothes, never leaving the house. Where to steal someone else's husband? Whose husband to steal? It's really weird.

"I'll be there right away."

Du Ningyang stood in front of the dressing mirror at the door and quickly peeled off the jingling and clanging ears. Fang Fang listened to the conversation between the two and asked worriedly, "My dear, why are you taking off your earrings here when you are going to stop the fight?"

"I was afraid that they would blow on my ears and it would hurt them," Du Ningyang didn't have time to pay attention to her. After taking off her ears, he put on mink, then opened the door with a "whoosh" and closed it with a "bang".

As she whizzed away like a gust of wind, Du Minda said leisurely, "Their hands will hurt too."