Chapter 147 To the Oak Tree
They repeated it again as if it was a coincidence, but also as if it was intentional.
On September 2016, 9, Teachers’ Day, Saturday, the Yintai Mubo branch opened.
Yintai's second floor women's clothing store was adjusting its brand during the off-season, and there happened to be an empty space. The goods could be transferred from the main store, and the mall's rent was deducted. Ye Zhenzhen and Zhongli hit it off and decided to move into the mall.
Shaoshu and Zhongshu were divided by area, and it just so happened that Zhichu and Mubo's shops were diagonally opposite each other, facing each other from a distance.
That afternoon, Ye Zhenzhen went to inspect the store to see how the business was doing.
As soon as she walked into the store, Xia Tong came up to her with a smile and excitedly reported the performance. Banxian had been married for more than half a year at that time. She and her husband paid the down payment for a house in Yuncheng. The money was not enough for the house, so she borrowed 50,000 from Ye Zhenzhen. When she opened the first store, Xia Tong said that she wanted to follow Ye Zhenzhen to work in Mubo. Ye Zhenzhen said that she could not poach employees from her former employer. Once Xia Tong left, there would be no suitable person to replace her, which would affect the business of Zhichu store. Xia Tong spent a year training a store manager who could replace her, and Ye Zhenzhen finally agreed to let Xia Tong switch to Mubo.
"Hello, Mr. Ye!"
"You who are going there, are you doing the right thing?"
"It was Mr. Ye, I didn't call him wrong."
At this time, Ye Zhenzhen had long lost her childishness, and her cold temperament had become more capable.
She showed her smooth forehead, her black hair was tied into a low bun at the back of her head, she wore balance beam pearl earrings on her earlobes, she was wearing a light brown linen vest suit, and she wore a rectangular watch on her left hand, with a gray-brown leather strap covering the scar on her wrist.
Xia Tong excitedly told her that many customers were applying for recharge cards. Halfway through her speech, Xia Tong suddenly stopped talking and stretched out her elbow to touch her repeatedly.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously followed Xia Tong's gaze and her heartbeat suddenly became unbalanced. It stopped for a few seconds, and then ran wildly like a wild horse.
Wen Baijing walked over from not far away, wearing a white shirt, charcoal gray plaid trousers, and a gray-brown silk tie.
When he saw Ye Zhenzhen, Wen Baijing was not too surprised. He acted just like he did when he picked her up from get off work in the past few years.
Seeing him appear at the door of the store, she always packed her personal belongings as quickly as possible, keeping a distance of ten feet from him, wearing flowing light and shadow, squeezing in the bustling crowd. They used to swim in the same color of light and shadow, stepping on the same rhythmic beat.
A familiar song came from somewhere.
You are my destiny......
When girls recall 2013, they will all remember the unprecedented Korean drama that was broadcast during the first snowfall, in which the hero always appeared in front of the heroine when she was in danger.
On various social media platforms, girls are making wishes, wondering when they can meet their own Do Min Joon.
That Korean drama was so popular that it swept the world. Fried chicken and beer were everywhere on the streets and social media platforms. All the same style as the heroine was sold out. Although she didn't like wearing high heels, she coveted the same high heels in the drama.
One episode is updated every night at midnight. Like millions of other netizens, she watches the show with red eyes. The difference is that she watches the show while lying on his lap.
Wen Baijing stroked her hair and said that he had already placed an order on the official website and it should arrive in a few days. Ye Zhenzhen jumped up from his legs excitedly, hugged him and kissed him hard, saying that she was not Cheon Song Yi, but she also had her own Do Min Joon.
"You've become increasingly busy since you became the store manager, and Do Min Joon is very hurt."
Ye Zhenzhen stared at the tablet, pinching cucumber-flavored potato chips between two fingers, and casually said that Do Min Joon would recover on his own.
Wen Baijing patted her forehead and said, "One day when you become a boss, do I need to make an appointment in advance if I want to see you?"
You are my delight of all
You are my one my love
......
The autumn wind was chilly, but I thought it was normal at the time. Those days were like a treasured butterfly specimen, beautiful and sad when I recall them.
It has been more than four years since their reunion on September 2012, 9. The next reunion was nine days after their breakup, which was exactly one year and four months.
The song didn't seem to be over yet, and she couldn't hear it clearly.
The wind from the air conditioner was like a thin film that stuck tightly to her face, wrapping her tightly without any gaps. She didn't know how to breathe.
Xia Tong nudged her elbow and whispered, "Boss Wen is here, do you want to go say hello?"
Ye Zhenzhen turned around subconsciously, her eyes inexplicably moist.
She turned around calmly and walked slowly towards Wen Baijing, smiling as politely as possible and extending her hand: "Mr. Wen, long time no see."
Her voice and hands had varying degrees of fluctuations, very subtle, but she noticed it.
Wen Baijing hesitated for a second and responded in a gentle tone: "Mr. Ye, long time no see."
The familiar body temperature and touch made her forget to pull her hand back.
Lights and shadows clung to him, and the sound of music slowly drifted around him.
"Are you ok?"
Standing at the door of Mu Bo's shop, they asked in unison.
Ye Zhenzhen said covertly that she warmly welcomed Mr. Wen to come and give her guidance, and hoped that Mr. Wen would give her advice and corrections.
Wen Baijing restrained his faint smile, and in an unusually dull voice, he invited her to go downstairs for a cup of coffee.
They still kept a distance from each other as before, but this time they walked side by side.
Through the glass, the pedestrians in the square were like scattered yellow leaves. She had already stopped smiling and looked at the pedestrians at a loss, her eyes following them.
In just over four years, the iPhone has been updated to 7 and the Guanjia Po system has replaced Parkson.
Wen Baijing pushed the coffee in front of her: "With ice."
These days, she can eat anything, raw or cold.
The red bloodshot at the corners of Ye Zhenzhen's eyes spread to her eyeballs. She raised her left hand to rub her forehead to cover it up. "When did you change the store inspection to Saturday?"
Wen Baijing took a sip of coffee and answered the question irrelevantly: "When did you start liking to wear watches?"
Ye Zhenzhen picked up the coffee and swallowed it like water, gulping it down with big gulps. Her heart and stomach were in a state of sudden spasm at the same time: "You shouldn't be the one asking me this question."
Wen Baijing closed his eyes for a second and leaned back in his chair: "Why do you like wearing a watch?"
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyes to glance at the inside of her wrist, then nonchalantly changed the subject: "Do you know? On the eve of the opening of the Yintai store, the prop company's truck got off the highway after 12 o'clock. Zhongli and I watched the workers unload the trucks. It was almost dawn when we finished. I really want to thank you for teaching me so much. It saved me a lot of trouble in opening the store."
Now she looks so calm and relaxed, totally different from the timid and docile person she used to be.
Wen Baijing smiled with satisfaction, and praised him as he always did: "You have made rapid progress in the past year or so, and have changed a lot. You are getting better and better."
Has it changed? Her circle is still the same size, with family and friends all there.
except him.
Now she was barely a woody plant, growing not far from him, yet so close yet so far away.
But the price of all this is only known by the smoke in the middle of the night.
Ye Zhenzhen's voice was like the cold autumn rain, and her smile was like a rubber band that had lost its elasticity: "What's the use?"
"My life seems to always be a multiple-choice question, and I can only choose one of two wishes. But people are greedy." In front of him, she would still be fragile, and she could not last more than a minute if she tried to pretend to be strong.