Marquez also said that in the eternal journey of life, we must run through bumps and rebirth in setbacks.

So Zheng Shuyi decided to be reborn from the fire in the embarrassment at this moment.

What's wrong with plastic?

It changed the daily life of mankind and became the greatest invention. It was once the worst invention because of environmental pollution. It is a contemporary hero. Do you look down on it?

"My ancestors were poor, and they lived a hard life at that time. They farmed and had never seen any world."

Although Zheng Shuyi's voice sounded like an emotion, he was not in front of Shi Yan, so there was no turbulence on his face.

"Although it is a plastic product, it was already the most precious thing in my family at that time."

"My grandma has been wrapping the scarf with three layers inside and three layers outside for many years, and she is reluctant to take it out and bring it with you."

"After all, it's a plastic product, and it's easy to break."

"I won't wear it when it's not important."

After each sentence was said, a brief silence appeared on the other end of the phone.

Zheng Shuyi leaned on the sofa, and his ears were so quiet that he could even hear the sound of the humidifier venting.

The clock hand moved three times in seconds, and Chen Sheng's voice rang out on the phone again.

"Miss Zheng, when do you want it?"

“The faster the better.”

“…”

"I can't sleep without seeing it."

"Then I'll send it to you?"

"Sorry, please let me get it myself."

"……Understood."

I hung up the phone and said nothing.

A few minutes later, Zheng Shuyi received a text message with a string of addresses.

She stared at the words for a while - Bogang Yunwan was indeed the one she knew about Bogang Yunwan.

Based on her understanding of the housing prices in this place, it is absolutely impossible for her assistant Chen Sheng to live in.

So--

Zheng Shuyi jumped over and rushed into the bedroom.

She opened the wardrobe, quickly changed into the clothes she had worn all day today, then walked to the dressing cabinet, and grabbed the color that had been praised by men in a row of lipsticks.

But when she was about to mouth in front of the mirror, she moved her mind and put down her lipstick.

In the end, not only did she not apply lipstick, but instead wiped off the original one.

The night was as cool as water. Zheng Shuyi was riding in the car, passing through the traffic of neon lights, and stopped at the gate of Yunwan, Bogang after half an hour.

The guards in uniform stood on the platforms on both sides, like two small poplar trees, without moving their eyes.

Zheng Shu walked to the window of the guard room, and the young security guard negotiated with her, then registered her ID card and released it.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Shuyi was already standing in front of Shi Yan's house. Before raising his hand to ring the doorbell, he pressed his chest.

From the time she went out, she had a smooth journey and had not even encountered traffic jams, which made her feel unrealistic too smoothly.

According to Murphy's Law, something will usually happen at this time.

But since we are here, we are here.

Zheng Shuyi sorted out his hair and rang the doorbell.

After a moment, the door slowly opened, Zheng Shuyi lowered his eyes and smiled before looking up.

However, there was no one behind the door.

Oh, automatic door.

She stopped laughing and walked in.

Bypassing the porch, it is still a little distance from the living room, and closer is the open-air balcony on the side.

Zheng Shuyi's gaze was originally directed into the living room to look for someone, but after walking two steps in, she felt an inexplicable sense of presence, and then turned her eyes and looked to the left.

There is no ceiling light in the living room, and the thick ink-like night sky serves as the curtain, and the halo of the floor lamp illuminates a corner, soft and quiet.

Shi Yan sat under the lamp, leaning against the chair, stretching his legs, and looking at a magazine in his hand with his head down.

His glasses were coated with a fine layer of gold, which was placed on the bridge of his nose, which contrasted with his skin tone.

Zheng Shuyi did not make a sound for a moment to break the oil painting scene.

Until the wind moved, Shi Yan's eyes left the magazine and looked up, Zheng Shuyi's long hair was blown up by the wind.

The two of them had their eyes intertwined from afar.

When she walked in through the gate, it was cold at night and the tip of her nose was red with cold.

The two of them met their eyes, and Zheng Shuyi stepped forward, lifted her hair, and said, "Mr. Shi, I'll get the things."

Shi Yan raised her chin and signaled her to go to the table to get it.

Zheng Shuyi immediately turned around and walked over.

Her eyes turned, and many thoughts surged in her heart, and Shi Yan's gaze swept through her back and finally closed the magazine.

The plastic pearl earring was placed on a storage table, still shining lightly in the night.

When Zheng Shuyi reached out, Yu Guang saw a pile of familiar things on the cabinet behind the table.

She glanced at her for a few more times, as if she was a little disbelief.

How many music albums do Shi Yan’s family actually have by Song Lelan?

Although Song Lelan is indeed very popular and is a popular female singer in the discourse music scene, she is also in her forties this year and looks completely different from Shi Yan’s music taste.

Zheng Shuyi couldn't help but want to look back at Shi Yan, but was caught off guard and met his gaze.

“…”

After a moment of inexplicable silence, Zheng Shuyi did not avoid her gaze and raised the topic very naturally, "Mr. Shi, do you like Song Lelan?"

No matter why his taste is incompatible with his own temperament, you can just find the entry point and chat hard.

Shi Yan glanced at the cabinet, and before he could answer, Zheng Shuyi said again: "What a coincidence, I like her very much. I have all the albums you have collected."

As she said that, she walked towards him, her eyes curled into crescent moons, "Which song do you like the most?"

When Zheng Shuyi was only one step away from Shi Yan, he suddenly heard a sound coming from a certain room.

Zheng Shuyi was shocked and didn't expect that there were other people in this house.

At the same time, she noticed that there was a white cashmere coat on the sofa beside her.

Next to it is a black women's bag and goose yellow scarf.

The sixth sense from a woman instantly swept through Zheng Shuyi's brain, and all intentions point to a result.

There are women in this house.

Young woman.

Shi Yan’s girlfriend.

Extremely amazing, absolutely amazing.

Thousands of bees buzzed out in Zheng Shuyi's mind at the same time.

I'll say it earlier if I have a girlfriend!

And if you have a girlfriend, she came in when she bumped into the world of two people, and she didn't even know how she died when she turned around.

He felt like he was about to be torn. Zheng Shuyi's face turned red. He grabbed his earrings and prepared to retreat: "I won't bother you anymore, I'll leave first."

Shi Yan leaned against the table, and the white shirt had a few folds due to the slightly bent back. His eyes drooped, looking at Zheng Shuyi's expression, "Is it leaving now?"

"It's too late and won't bother you." Zheng Shuyi nodded at him, turned around and left.

But when she walked to the door, she frowned, and the ripples in her heart were hard to calm down.

It would be fine if she paid the sunken cost some time ago. If she really had a girlfriend, wouldn’t she have to interrupt her plan?

It is difficult to give up without a definite answer.

So she had already reached out to open the door, but she thought about it and simply supported the door.

Then, she slowly turned around and looked at Shi Yan, who was still in the living room.

Shi Yan found that she had not left, so she stopped and turned to look at her.

"that……"

The blush on Zheng Shuyi's face had not dissipated, and even his voice became much softer, and it sounded like he was about to say something that was difficult to say.
To be continued...