"Looking at your appearance of melancholy, I believe you once." The woman's heart was under the sea. Ji Jing's face had just relaxed for a few seconds and began to ask for guilt again: "I almost forgot, why did you lie to me at the airport today?"

I was puzzled: "Why did I lie to you?"

"Hmph, you haven't changed at all these years, and you still have this set of things now? You obviously have the same flight as me, and you are so distant in the waiting hall, which makes people cry. Do you know? When I boarded the plane today, I thought we would have to meet again in 16 years. This is even more bitter than Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu!" Ji Jing was no longer so angry when she said this, but instead had a little bit of reminiscing about bitterness and sweetness.

I was amused by her and entered a state of remembering the bitterness and sweetness.

Ji Jing is a very interesting person. The main manifestation is that she is not quiet at all. She is a crazy girl and is very funny when speaking and doing things. And I happen to be a very nonsense person. Based on the principle that birds of a feather flock together, I like to date people who are also nonsense. If that person happens to be a beautiful girl again, I will often lose resistance.

I only realized that I had a hobby in this area when I was twenty-five years old. At that time, Ji Jing and I had been separated for ten years.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong. Under the dim light deliberately created in the bar, the visibility was not so reliable. I looked at her for several times before I saw her remembering her bitterness and sweetness, and there were a little tears in her eyes.

I began to try to understand her mood. Sometimes I like to use a funny sentence to express my mood. Others think it is a lie, but in fact it is a truth. Ji Jing is the same. The sentence she said just now seems quite casual, but in fact it is not casual at all.

I could feel that she really cared about our reunion today.

This is the second time I am moved by Ji Jing today.

I really want to tell her, and I care too.

Ji Jing was the first to get out of the state of remembering bitterness and sweetness. She felt a lot: "You haven't changed inside, but there's a lot of changes outside. You used to be a sunny boy, but now you're all a vulgar uncle."

I was also very touched: "Yes, I'm like this, you can actually recognize me."

She smiled and said, "Actually, I was confused just because I felt it was you."

"I didn't even think that the flight attendant would be you. To be honest, you are much better-looking than before." This suspected flattery comes from my heart. Ji Jing is indeed much more beautiful than in junior high school.

"You won't have any conspiracy, do you?" She turned her head and looked at me seriously, as if she remembered every past that happened before, and said as if she was guarding against the thief: "You would never have a good thing to praise me in the past."

I said, "You are thinking too much, I am quite moved now. There are times when you and I sit face to face."

She agreed: "Yes, I don't have to worry about you kicking me from behind."

My mood became extremely comfortable. This kind of comfort has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women. It is more like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, one of the four joys in life. On this day, I decided to chat with a flight attendant I had met by chance because of a temporary decision, and then found that she was my old classmate. Then everyone sat on the same plane after a little setback, and then sat together after some setbacks. This feeling was amazing.

I asked her, "Why do you always think I'm lying to you? I remember I haven't lying to you before?"

She was excited on the spot: "Why didn't there? When I was in the first year of junior high school, my aunt gave me a BP machine. I told you the first number. You said you would call me, but I never called it. Do you know, I never wanted to throw the pager after I transferred to school. Later, others used my cell phone. I was still using the pager. I hope you would call me one day, but..."

Speaking of this, her voice was a little choked.

Tietou said that sometimes I am a fighter in the ** world, and when I am excited, I can't just speak or do things. His words make sense. I am particularly emotional and very likely to turn good things into bad things.

For example, now, I should have taken the opportunity to keep warm with Ji Jing, but my brain cramps, remembering what happened back then, and retorted: "You said I was just lying to me if you want to lie. You clearly said in that letter that you would write to me in the future, but you never wrote to me again!"

Ji Jing felt aggrieved: "I originally wanted to write, but on the day I left, I heard Huang Jun from my neighbor's house say that he saw you tear up the letter and throw the umbrella I gave you into the toilet. At that time, I thought, you have always been so cool, and writing to you will be a humiliation. I have dignity, okay, I won't write to you if I get angry."

I was so amused and laughed. I wasn't necessarily cool in that era, but pretending to be cool was certain. In my junior high school years, the word "cool" was just popular. What boys often do was to lean against the door of the classroom or the corridor, and their hair was firmly kept at four or six points, and they looked so cool. Many years later, eight out of ten thought they were ** back then.

Ji Jing stared at me and said fiercely: "I didn't want to mention this matter. Since you spoke, I'm not polite. Tell me why you did that, even if you threw it in the garbage dump, why did you throw it in the toilet and insult me?"

Looking back at the situation at that time, I was very touched: "Did you find that from our current perspective, the same story and different narrative techniques will cause different effects. For example, the deeds I confessed in the auditorium before sounded very personal and prodigal, and maybe there were passionate young people born in the 1990s who wanted to imitate it. In fact, this has to face many unavoidable problems. On the night of July 1st, the head teacher went to my house to visit. After he left, I was beaten..."

"I know, I know this. I remember that you would groan when you sat down on the 2nd. I heard the boys in the class say that you were beaten up by your father. At that time, I was gloating. Finally, it was your turn to hurt your butt..." Ji Jing was very excited at first, and halfway through her words, as if she noticed that the words contained ambiguity, and her face turned a little red.

I laughed dryly and said, "The day you left, my injuries were not healed. When I sat down, my butt hurt. That day, I hid in the toilet and read your letter quickly, tore it, and threw away the umbrella. At that time, I was extremely convinced that if my family saw your little flower umbrella, I would be given another blow."

Ji Jing was silent in a rare manner, and she just looked at me silently.

I said something hidden in my heart for many years: "I envy the heroes in the book who have never regretted for life. Maybe I have done many regrets in my life. One of the things that made me regret happened on the day you left. Later, I often thought that there are actually many ways to solve the problem at that time. I could find a place to pick up your east, but my mind was stuck at that time. I was stunned when I saw it was a love letter. It was the first time I received a love letter from a girl."

"I forgive you if you don't look like you are lying." Ji Jing stared at my eyes, making my scalp numb. She added: "No, you have to answer me another question before I will forgive you."

I smiled and said, "Ask, I like Q&A conversation the most."

Ji Jing's eyes flashed and light flashed. She said, "I have a question that I have always been curious about. When I was in school, I wanted to ask you. Every time I see you, I will forget that thing. Today I finally found a chance. Tell me, why are you called Ouyang Ke?"
Chapter completed!