"Xiao Chengcheng, wait a moment."
Unfortunately, Shen Yi called her from behind, so she had to stand still and look back.
"Give me your contact information." He had already lit the cigarette and exhaled a puff of white gas. His movements were very familiar and he stared straight at her.
The shameless king Xiao Chengcheng suddenly felt a little palpitated by this look, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly imagined an unprecedented secret love drama. They hadn't seen each other for many years, and God was blessing them to meet again. He said nothing and didn't want to let her disappear into the vast sea of people. Thinking of Shen Yi's words just now, I just felt that there was something meaningful and deep affection in every sentence. Even his tone of finding trouble was automatically replaced by Xiao Chengcheng as a sorrow caused by illness...
She took a breath.
Shen Yi: "Why don't you add me on WeChat so that you can return the money to me?"
"Okay."
Xiao Chengcheng quickly took out his mobile phone and added Shen Yi as WeChat friends.
Later, on the subway home, she looked at herself through the anti-laminated glass layer. The black hair she dyed at the beginning of the year had grown out a lot. The color difference was extremely obvious. She had neglected to take care of it, and the ends of her hair were as dry as a handful of dead grass. He was wearing a gray hoodie that was not wintery and the tackiest ripped jeans, with a bare face and a small fat particle on his eyelids.
Well, Xiao Chengcheng was amused by himself. How come this sentimental thing didn't change after so many years?