?Life is not like a drama, but it is very much like a drama.

Zhang Weimo and Xiaowei met in junior high school and had a nine-year revolutionary friendship. After graduation, she became a teacher, while Xiaowei chose to go to Beijing to be a nurse. They did not contact each other every day, but every time they called

They would chat for hours, talking about bits and pieces of life or recalling interesting things from their youth.

Xiaowei and Zhang Weimo both come from mediocre families, and after graduation they both followed the path arranged by their families. The difference is that Zhang Weimo enjoyed it, while Xiaowei was unwilling to be mediocre and came to Beijing, hoping to see a wider world.

Xiaowei earns a salary of 6,000 yuan in Beijing and rents a small single apartment for more than 3,000 yuan a month. Sometimes she even cannot make ends meet, but she always has a drive and spends time learning to invest in herself when she is not on duty.

She is Zhang Weimo's most admired friend.

On the last day in Xiamen, Zhang Weimo made a phone call with Xiaowei, and they chatted endlessly on both ends of the phone.

"Do you remember Chen Yuhuang? He seems to be in Beijing now, but I haven't contacted him for a long time."

How could Zhang Weimo not remember him? After all, he was her first love and her only ex-boyfriend.

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"You are spending your summer vacation now. Do you have time to come to Beijing?"

"I am in Xiamen now. If the little fairy needs you, I will rush to you without hesitation."

Zhang Weimo thought about it, packed his things, bought a plane ticket to Beijing, and decided to see an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

When she arrived in Beijing, Xiaowei was still at work, so she walked around the airport with her luggage, but unexpectedly bumped into a man.

He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his back was very straight. He looked like a domineering president. Next to him seemed to be his assistant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhang Weimo kept bending down to apologize, and squatted down to try to pick up the things she knocked down.

"It's okay, you don't have to pick it up."

He also bent down at the same time, but saw the scar on her ankle. He squatted there and pondered.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?" The assistant quickly helped him up and picked up the things in Zhang Weimo's hands.

He looked up at her, a little surprised and surprised.

"Are you Zhang Weimo?"

"Chen Yuhuang?"

She looked at the CEO in front of her and remembered the boy in junior high school who was cool to everyone except herself.

The world is so big, it is not easy for two people who know each other to meet anywhere. The world is so small, but we bump into each other so easily in the vast sea of ​​people.

Zhang Weimo was invited by him to the coffee shop he frequented most. The place was deserted, with only a few couples here and there.

"Why did you come to Beijing?"

He held the coffee brought by the barista, stared at the pattern on the coffee, and asked cautiously.

"Come to play."

Neither of them looked at each other, and the conversation fell into silence.

"Did you come alone?"

He tried to save the atmosphere just now, looking up at the girl in front of him, his eyes were fond and apologetic.

"Um."

"I didn't expect you to be so cold and cold."

He smiled helplessly.

In junior high school, they were the two icebergs in the class, but if one iceberg begins to melt, the other iceberg will eventually melt, but then time freezes the iceberg again.

"No, it's just been a long time no see."

She began to take a sip of the bitter coffee in front of her, and there was still a little coffee foam left in the corner of her mouth. Just as he was about to try to wipe it off with a tissue, the phone on the table vibrated, and Xiaowei sent a message on the screen: I'm off work.

Where are you? I'm here to pick you up.

"I'm leaving first."

She hurriedly stood up and wanted to escape from this embarrassing scene that overwhelmed her. Behind her, Chen Yuhuang was left sitting alone and uneasy.

Youth is like a pendulum clock, always reminding you of the moment, but not telling you when you will meet or miss it.

Seeing Xiaowei, Zhang Weimo gave her a big hug.

"I'm sorry, I temporarily changed my shift with someone else, so I came to pick you up so late. But I have a rest tomorrow and will take you out to have fun."

Xiaowei put his arm around her shoulders and explained his tardiness.

"It's okay. I have plenty of time anyway, so it's just a way to see you."

Seeing Xiaowei, Zhang Weimo couldn't help but tease her.

"Hey, hey, if you don't think so, I'm not important anymore. Now that you have a boyfriend, I'm not important anymore."

She curled her lips and deliberately pretended to be aggrieved.

"No, no, it's just a joke."

Back to Xiaowei's residence, this is a single apartment she rented. It has a simple and comfortable decoration and only has one bedroom and one living room, which is more than enough for one person.

"Come on, here are the slippers."

She took care of this old friend like a guest, with the same smile and calmness on her face as when she was in junior high school. Zhang Weimo liked this old friend very much, because she always gave him a lot of ideas, whether it was life, study or

Emotionally, he always takes care of everyone around him in every detail.

"You're living a good life as a kid!"

Zhang Weimo looked around and then at Xiaowei beside him, with a look of appreciation and relief on his face.

"Of course!"

Xiaowei reached out to take her luggage, turned around and placed it against the wall of the living room, then skillfully took out a drink from the refrigerator and handed it to her.

"Let's go out to eat later. It's been so long since we've had a good meal together. Remember what I said before that I'll treat you to a big meal after making money. I will do what I say!"

"Then I'm going to eat you up. Do you have enough money? I have a big appetite!"

When she was a student, Zhang Weimo's parents rarely gave her pocket money, so they used to treat her little guests. At that time, they were like a pair of conjoined twins, always inseparable, and even the teacher said they always wore the same pair of pants.

When they grew up, they worked in different cities, so Zhang Weimo couldn't invite guests, but Xiaowei was his friend throughout Zhang Weimo's youth.

They went to a barbecue restaurant, and the two of them were chatting and laughing at the dining table. It seemed that after meeting each other, they suddenly had endless things to say and wished they could finish them all at once. Of course, they also mentioned some people who were indispensable in her youth.
Chapter completed!