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Chapter Seven 1. Tori Fragrance (2)

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    After a long time of being in a daze, Yan Ruqing realized that it was a huge sense of loss that led to her current state.  What has he lost?  The biggest loss in life is that a man loses his family and a woman loses her marriage.  None of this had anything to do with him, but he just felt lost.  He experienced the loss of his dreams for the first time when he went to Guizhou from the Central Academy of Fine Arts. He lost again when he left Guizhou and Aha.  Budding love.  There was a huge hole in his heart due to various losses. He felt that he was a hollow person, and his limbs were as weak as straw. Even if he just stepped out of the store and walked to the street, the too bright sunlight in the south would make his eyes darken and his world spin.  .

    There is no winter in the south, the season transitions directly from autumn to spring, and spring is so short, the winter jasmine just blooms, and the weather becomes hot and humid every day.  In March and April, the daylight was bright and dazzling, and he had to wear sunglasses all day long, and at the same time he felt tired and sleepy.  This feeling of fatigue will continue until after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the season enters autumn again, the bright white sun begins to take on a golden color, the shadows of the whirling trees on Wende Road gradually become clear, and the clothes of pedestrians get rid of the aesthetic fatigue of the hot summer and start to match them carefully.  The elements of fashion are jumping in every detail. In autumn, the streets are full of beauties in all kinds of dresses and energetic men. Yan Ruqing has just recovered.

    The fascination of life in the south lies in the fact that miracles may happen at any time in ordinary days.  On a relaxing afternoon, Rousang stepped into the "Dongli Fragrance", Yan Ruqing thought she had seen a small miracle.

    He was flipping through a manufacturer's product introduction when a girl in a dress appeared in front of him.  He didn't look up, but felt that her dress was beige, and his heart beat inexplicably faster.  He was worried and afraid that he would be awakened by the beautiful voice of a female customer, thinking that it was the Buyi girl who had been abandoned by him, so he did not move, waiting for her to speak, and carefully identifying her voice.

    The female customer kept silent. She moved slowly, but there was no sound.  He moved slightly and looked at her feet.  This is a pair of feet wrapped in silver and beige sandals, exquisite and elegant, stylish and perfect.  The feet moved slightly horizontally, stepping on the dark blue carpet in the store, as light as stepping in mid-air, and seemed to be the mysterious cessation of music.  He quietly moved his gaze up little by little, and saw the soft and flowing beige skirt.  Further up, there is a graceful waist and arms, holding a light blue mobile phone in one hand.  His eyes stopped at this position, he was afraid of recognizing her, and also worried that she would find out that he was peeping at her.  She got closer and closer to him, and spoke: "Boss, is there a silver frame for this picture?"

    He was vibrated by her voice¡ªit was a beautiful voice, the voice of a beautiful woman who is full of charm.  This voice is very familiar.  He raised his head quickly - it was Rousang!  She was like a bunch of sunshine in late autumn shining in front of his eyes.  She turned her face to the side, looking at the picture frame hanging on the wall, not at him.  She wore a pair of exquisite rimless glasses, and her chestnut curly hair was straightened and fell along the graceful line of her neck. She was a fashionable urban beauty.

    "Boss¡ª" she called again without hearing his response.

    "Ah, I don't know. If you need it, I can go to the factory and ask, or even customize it." He stammered a bit.

    "Great!" She still didn't look back.

    He cleared his throat, and put his voice in the most peaceful way, with the same humor and ease as before: "Miss Rousang, have you forgotten about Xiaoyan?"

    Rou Sang turned her head sharply: "Yan Ruqing?" She almost rushed over to hug him, although at the last moment she stood still and just stretched out her hand to grab his arm and shake it, he still felt an unprecedented excitement.

    "Is it really you? When did you come to Guangzhou? Are you the boss?"

    He smiled and felt himself stepping back in time.

    "I left not long after you left. I am not from Guizhou, but now I am returning to my hometown."

    "You didn't look for me when you came to Guangzhou?"

    "How do I know where you are? I only heard that you took creative leave and hid somewhere to write, didn't you?"

    "In these years, who can hide? There is a magazine here that wants me, so I will come here. What about you? Come and go to sea?"

    He shook his head embarrassingly: "Miss Rousang, we want to live."

    "Don't call me Miss Rousang, save yourself, just call me Rousang, we are old friends."

    "I think you have changed a lot. You are much prettier than before. You have changed your glasses, your hair has been ionized, and now you are an urban white-collar worker!"

    "Really? GlassesAfter paying the fee in the duty room, a strong man wearing sunglasses and a thin and even stooped man walked towards the parking position of the car. They were the eldest of the Han brothers and Li Yao.

    "Do you know that skinny man?"

    Yan Ruqing was a little puzzled: "Why, are you an acquaintance?"

    Rousang said affirmatively: "Yes, I met him in a bar in Xixiang, he is from Guizhou."

    The two were leaning against the front of the car, talking and waiting for the driver.  Yan Ruqing took a closer look, and found the face familiar: "It looks like the boss of the former Fire Palace."

    "That's right, it's him. Isn't he with Wang Ying? How did he get with Han?"

    "Wang Ying is in Guangzhou?"

    "It's over there in Shenzhen." Rousang said, taking out a small digital camera from her bag, and leaning against the window to take pictures of the two men below.

    "What are you doing? Paparazzi work?"

    "I'm just collecting some information."

    Yan Ruqing felt incomprehensible.

    Rousang changed the subject: "You have a good appetite, I suggest you eat the big assorted steak here, and there just happens to be red wine for delivery today."

    "Then you can have a drink too."

    Rousang showed a charming smile: "Okay, I'll have a drink too!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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