If love can be booked

Chapter 157 Zhao Qinglin & Qiu Ruozhen - 2

Everyone has their own expectations in the world, and everyone has a specific figure in their dreams. She thought she could ignore everything about him, but she found that she could not forget his brilliant smile in the sun. Even if his happiness was not caused by her, even if his happiness was related to others, she was still willing to protect him silently.

During afternoon tea time, Qiu Ruozhen received a friend request from Zhao Qinglin, asking her to add her on WeChat.

"Hi, I'm Qiu Ruozhen." Qiu Ruozhen looked at the words on the screen, feeling a little uneasy. "A friend introduced me to you." She added, wondering if this would be too abrupt.

Time passed by one minute, two minutes, five minutes... There was still no response from the other end of the screen. Qiu Ruozhen began to deal with other things, thinking that maybe this was fate, and she was destined to wait from the beginning.

Qiu Ruozhen?

Perhaps it was fate? No one would have thought that such a simple greeting would become eternal in life?

"Hello, I'm Zhao Qinglin..."

"Sorry, I wasn't at the computer just now." Zhao Qinglin explained.

"It's okay." Qiu Ruozhen stopped sending emails and the dialog box showed a message from him.

"Are you busy at work?" The Spring Festival is approaching, and the company is a bit busy. He always has too many things to do. It's not that he doesn't want to rest, but he is afraid that if he stops, he will think of her involuntarily...

"It's OK, not too busy." Their company is engaged in the export of large machines, and there is no obvious difference between off-season and peak season. Her job is mainly to serve customers...

"Are you busy?" Two hours had passed since she sent the message.

"I'm a bit busy at the company, wait a moment..." The call was transferred over, grandma, it seems that she is serious about supervising him this time, and he didn't give her a perfunctory answer...

"It's okay, then you go ahead and do your work." She smiled faintly and continued to focus on the task at hand.

"Grandma..." He felt a little helpless.

"Xiao Lin, have you contacted the little girl?" He was not in a hurry, but she was...

"I was originally in contact, but now that you called, I have no choice but to talk to you." Zhao Qinglin smiled helplessly. Why did this little girl make him so concerned? He checked her personal information and found that she was born in the same year as him, but her birthday was later, ten months later...

"Stop talking nonsense!" He always perfunctorily tells her but never takes any real action...

"What's the girl like?" she asked curiously. She heard that the girl loved to laugh, was intelligent, elegant and full of energy.

"It's fine. We haven't talked much yet." Zhao Qinglin answered truthfully. He only said a few words...

"Okay, okay... then I won't bother you anymore..." Blame her for bothering you?

"Since you've behaved so well this time, I'll go back." Grandma said gently. Seeing that she stopped making trouble, she felt relieved. She was afraid that he would be stubborn and refuse to leave someone's world.

"Okay, always be so good." Is there ever a time when he is not so good?

"Grandma, I'll take you there."

"Goodbye, you guys chat..." Chatting is their first priority...

"We have plenty of opportunities. I'd better take you home." How could he bear to let her go back alone? Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that he, as a grandson, was not fulfilling his duty?

"I miss grandpa..." He is old and in poor health...

He turned off his computer, got up and left the office. In fact, he was not a complete workaholic, but work was his best friend in his spare time, accompanying him through every difficult weekend...

Until the end of the working day, there was no news about him, but Sister Huang's inquiry QQ kept flashing. Maybe she is not suitable for dating?

"How was it? Did you chat?" Huang Xijie asked curiously, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. I heard that the old lady was anxious to have a grandchild, so she asked around for women with good character. She has always had a good reputation...

"Yeah, we talked for a while." She nodded slightly, with a faint smile on her face. They had a brief exchange, full of courtesy and politeness.

"I heard he's very handsome, 1.78 meters tall, and very fair-skinned." She described him with great interest. I heard he's very polite, I heard he's very handsome, I heard he's very sensible, I heard everything about him is good, but that's just what she heard.

"Hmm..." She responded softly, with a complex emotion in her heart. Maybe everything is fine, maybe she just hasn't met him yet.

"Help you grasp it." As a friend, this is the best she can do to help.

"OK, all right."

A person's life is simple and regular. She goes back and forth between the company, the vegetable market and home every day, living a typical three-point and one-line life. Cooking a meal at night is also a simple happiness. Occasionally, she will curl up in bed to watch a micro-movie; sometimes, she will quietly type on the keyboard, writing down her own micro-mood; sometimes, she will quietly read a good book while listening to soft music.

In the time it takes to sing a song, words flow freely from your fingertips...

Without her, his world became unusually peaceful, without strong emotional fluctuations. The once rare happiness was now even harder to find, and even his usual smile seemed to lack a bit of warmth.

Stop thinking about her, stop loving her...

One day, she will find that she is just a passer-by in his life, leaving only a deep impression.

It's not that I can't forget her, it's just that I subconsciously don't want to forget her...

No matter how persistently I wait, I can't get her to look back for a century. I missed a time difference, and without her waiting, I can't win her back to stay with me.

"Have you slept yet?" After returning home, he cleaned up and watched some TV. Suddenly, she popped into his mind, a woman named Qiu Ruozhen, his nominal blind date...

“No.” The QQ avatar jumped. It was him.

"What are you doing?" If we try to love each other, can we fall in love with each other?

"It's nothing particularly important, just writing some words or something." My hobby is writing novels or something. As I said, I love words more than any man.

"Okay." Write some text?

"Have you eaten?" Without further explanation, if she said that she was a fan of romance novels, would he roll his eyes at her? It is better for women to remain a little mysterious at critical moments... She deserves the title of a practitioner of love theory.

"I've eaten." It's past eight o'clock in the evening, who doesn't want to eat?

"What about you? What did you eat?" I heard she can cook...

"For me, rice with spicy and sour shredded potatoes." I fried a potato...

"Yeah, okay." Spicy and sour shredded potatoes, one of his favorite dishes.

"Is it troublesome to cook for one person?" he asked softly. Perhaps he was just a little lazy...

"It's OK. I don't have much to do anyway, so I just want to have some fun." She replied with a smile. For her, cooking is also a way to pass the time, which gives her something to do after get off work. Moreover, a person's place cannot be called home. Only by managing it carefully can it become warm.

"That's right." Sometimes I also hate the presence of one person everywhere.

"You're here alone?" I always feel that working alone is very hard, and I've been thinking about going home to develop for a long time...

"I have relatives here." She replied with a smile. If she hadn't had relatives here, she would not have chosen this city, let alone her current life.

"That's good. I won't be too lonely." At least I have someone to rely on in this strange city.

"Yes, I go to my grandma's house on weekends. It takes two hours on the bus." Four hours on the bus back and forth is a very tiring thing at the end of the day...

"That's quite far." Two hours by bus...

"How long have you been here?" she asked, as if she suddenly remembered something. I heard he's not from here...

"Four years..." Since graduation, he has started a long journey of struggle. Now, he has basically become famous.

"I've been here for two years..." she said softly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. In the blink of an eye, it has been two years since graduation. Time flies!

"Are you going home for the New Year?" he asked with concern.

"I'm going back. I didn't go back last year. I spent the New Year at my grandma's house. I must go back this year." There was a hint of melancholy in her voice. This was the first time in my 27 years that I didn't go home for the New Year. Although it was the same at my grandma's house, with all the relatives and friends there, it was very lively, but I still missed home and the food that my parents cooked...

"I will also go back to my hometown this year." After work, a lot of time is not my own, but during holidays like National Day and Spring Festival, I will definitely go home. I miss home...

"Have you bought the ticket?" For people today, distance is no longer a problem and transportation is much more convenient than before.

"I've bought it, the one on the 26th." He replied. He went back early, just in time with his grandparents, who said they were here to have fun. In his eyes, he knew exactly what their intentions were.

"It's so early, I bought the one on the 29th." It's not that he bought it too early, maybe she bought it too late. The Spring Festival is on the 1st.

"That's about right."

"Well, yes." Will his and her worlds intersect? Full of thoughts, about whose pain, who can tell clearly? If love has already made an appointment...

"I have a phone call, you should go to bed early." My mother called...

"Yeah, okay." Nine thirty was exactly her schedule.

Lying in bed, my thoughts are like a wild horse that has run away from its reins. At the age of 27, I have reached the right age for marriage, but I have been reluctant to enter the palace of marriage. One reason is that I have never met someone who can make my heart beat faster, and the other is that I have never thought about what it would be like to be a married woman... What kind of persistence and courage does it take to be willing to be a strong supporter behind a man?

I always feel that the most charming moment of a man is the bright smile on his face when he is playing with children. It is an irresistible warm power and the happy scene that every woman dreams of.

Seeing their happy appearance, she was moved and happy before, but she had never experienced it before. She always envied others' happiness because her own happiness had not yet arrived. Should she be anxious? Can she be anxious? Should she be anxious?

Happiness is always fleeting, like a shooting star in the sky, brilliant and fleeting...

After I finished talking to my mom, it was already past ten o'clock. Another day had passed, and I always lamented that time passed too quickly, and I had nothing to do. At the age of 27, although my parents had mentioned marriage, I was not yet urged to get married. Marriage is still based on fate. If there is fate, you will always meet. If there is no fate, just like him and her, they always met too late and had no time to miss each other.

Maybe I owed her in my past life? I am destined to miss her in this life...

If marriage is based on the premise of being good, then I would rather live alone quietly. My love, my marriage, should be what I like. She has a gentle personality, simple cuteness and kindness, and the appearance he loves most...

If I love you, I will love you deeply... But there is already another woman in my world, how can I love you well? If I could have met you earlier? Would you have filled my heart? Without leaving any trace of regret.

Lin Xiaoxi, if I think of you, my heart is bound to be painful. Why can't I stop missing you? Qiu Ruozhen, what kind of woman is she? I really want to know...

"Good night..." I really want to say good night to her... A tearful farewell expression of Tuzki, is she asleep? Why can a woman he just met touch his heart so much?

"Good night..." The phone rang. She was a light sleeper. He said good night... a Tuzki micro-expression, waving goodbye with tears. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his words were so gentle...

Although we have never met, my heart is filled with happiness...

Slowly close your eyes, will he appear in your dream?