Hun Ye

Ji Qianfan is thin, but not the shriveled kind, because he usually dances and does a lot of exercise, his body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, and his lines are smooth.In his usual clothes, he never wears trendy or exaggerated clothes, a simple solid-color T-shirt, a pair of cotton linen pants, and a pair of sneakers or canvas shoes on his feet.Very simple.

But because of dancing, his temperament is very different from ordinary people.

His brows are cold, his bones are thin and strong, he walks steadily, his shoulders are straight, he looks like a soldier, but not as rigid as a soldier.

Gu Ye squinted his eyes, and turned his eyes around him. When he passed by, he held a cigarette in his hands, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Rabbit!"

Ji Qianfan came to buy mineral water.

He bought three bottles of mineral water, put them in plastic bags, paid for them, turned around and opened the plastic curtain, and walked back.

The man standing by the side of the road just now has disappeared.

Across the road, his students waved to him and shouted, "Teacher Ji, we are here!"

Ji Qianfan nodded slightly, indicating that he saw it, crossed the road, and set off with them to the competition venue.

At this time, the sun has already floated out of the ground, hanging between the tall buildings on both sides, outlining a magnificent circle.

Gu Ye walked forward carelessly, the cigarette in his hand was half burnt, and there was a piece of ash hanging there, unable to drop it.

The golden sunlight shone on his stiff facial contours, making him look like an oil painting drawn by a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, with a hint of lingering gloom embedded in the heroic colors.

Suddenly, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.

Gu Ye took it out and took a look, it was indeed the call from his mother.

He frowned impatiently, but picked up the phone anyway.

As soon as the phone was connected, the mother's sharp curses poured out crazily as if they had found an outlet——

"Where did you go!" It was a fucking voice, Zhang Pingzhi's unique piercing voice, like fingernails running across a blackboard, "Come back to me quickly!"

"Why are you back? To see you arguing with that old bastard Gu Nanzhao?"

Perhaps his attitude was too indifferent, so his mother suddenly yelled in aggrieved way: "Gu Ye, my mother gave birth to you in October of her pregnancy and raised you, so you're going to repay me like this now?"

Gu Ye sneered, not taking his mother's words to heart at all.

The same drama, from small to big; the same, from novel to big.No matter how emotional, there is no emotion.

"Did I tell you that I want you to give birth to me?" Gu Ye's voice did not tremble at all, and was usually indifferent.

His mother seemed to be too angry to speak, and there was only the sound of panting.

"It's nothing else, I'll hang up." Gu Ye paused, and added: "Hurry up and get away from Gu Nanzhao, and live your life well."

The results of the game came out on the same day.

Boys received silver awards and girls received bronze awards.

Quite a good result, Ji Qianfan is also very satisfied.

But the girl was a little disappointed with this result, and she was a little tired along the way.

After returning home, Ji Qianfan took a shower and came out of the bathroom. It was still early and he didn't want to sleep, so he took a book from the bookshelf and sat on the wicker chair to read.

The house is very quiet, he lives alone.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he went to bed on time.

The night was silent.

At six o'clock the next morning, he opened his eyes, got up, washed his face and brushed his teeth, went to the exercise room to press his muscles, went out for a morning run, took a shower after returning home, made breakfast for himself, ate breakfast alone, changed his clothes, and continued to read.

Once the game was over, his life returned to normal, moving forward along the original time scale.

Small towns are different from big cities. There are not so many people and the pace of life is not so fast.

The dance class he opened is the only dance classroom in the town without any competition.

Children from several surrounding towns who wanted to learn dancing were sent to him.

Probably because of his appearance, but also because of his experience passed down by word of mouth in his hometown, everyone around him knows that he is the only person in the town who has been a professional dancer in the P City Dance Troupe in the past ten years.Everyone trusts him.

Reliance is a good thing and can save him a lot of trouble.

There are basically no classes during the day.

His dance classes are in the evenings and weekends.

Therefore, he has a lot of time to read books, watch movies or do other things.

Sometimes he thinks of Xu Bohong.

But that was a very distant memory.

Ji Qianfan thought he had let go.

But one of his friends said: "If you don't intend to start over, it's not really called letting go."

Ji Qianfan felt that what his friend said was quite reasonable.

Ten days after the game, it was an ordinary noon.

No wind.

The rice at home was almost finished, so he called the nearby rice shop and asked them to send a bag of rice.

After making the phone call, he realized that the cash at home was running out.

The owner of the rice store is a very conservative person and does not believe in any money in the form of numbers, so he does not use electronic payments that are now almost replacing cash.

However, people have rice is uncle.Ji Qianfan had no choice but to take the card and go to the bank to withdraw money.

There are not many people in the small town at noon, a street leads straight down, and everyone knows each other.

The bank is 500 meters away, not far.Ji Qianfan walked to the bank and was about to go in when he found a person standing inside.The reason why he stopped in his tracks was because the figure from his back was a little strange.It is very rare for a stranger to appear in a small town.

Just at this time, the man finished withdrawing the money, turned around and was about to come out.

The two people's eyes meet.

Ji Qianfan saw the handsome and somewhat hostile face in front of him, and during the few seconds of silence, that face overlapped with the memory of more than ten days ago.

It's the same man.