Shi Wei pondered for a long time: "When he comes back from Wenzhou, I will teach you the amplification move!"

There was no news from Shijingnian for a whole week.

Ji Ning'an even browsed through his circle of friends and only saw him sharing one art exhibition - to be precise, it was shared by his assistant.

Another weekend was no different for Ji Ning'an. He spent two consecutive days at home studying physics, practicing piano at a fixed time, and taking time to paint.

When Ji's mother was a child, Ji's mother enrolled Ji Ning'an in many interest classes. The ones she has persisted in until now include piano, calligraphy, a little knowledge of chess, and acceptable classical dance.

To this day, she still remembers that she wanted to learn hip-hop dance, and cried and begged her mother-in-law for a long time, but was finally forced into a classical dance class.

I was four or five years old at the time, and I didn’t know much about hip-hop. I just thought hip-hop was super cool and looked so beautiful. I thought, wow, I must learn it.

Now that Ji Ning'an has money, she can learn hip-hop on her own. Because she has too many things to do, she can't spare any time, and she no longer has the same state of mind as before.

I wish I could break the twenty-four hours into forty-eight hours, but it still feels not enough.

It was past one o'clock when she went to bed at night, and she stared at Shi Jingnian's chat page on WeChat. She was used to reading it every day, reading it when she woke up, and reading it before going to bed.

She slowly typed a sentence on the almost blank chat page that she had deleted countless times without sending it out.

[Pay attention to the weather and bring rain gear.]

Not sent.

It was too late, and I was afraid of disturbing their rest, so I waited until the next morning before I plucked up the courage to send this message out.

No one has ever made Ji Ning'an so entangled that he considers every word.

The other party replied at ten o'clock in the morning: [Thank you for your concern, everything is fine, Professor Shi.]

Ji Ning'an looked at the news and felt slightly relieved. He wanted to ask when they would come back, but he didn't.

When Shi Wei heard this, she was furious: "How many days has it been since my brother-in-law went to Wenzhou?! Thirteen days! If you don't make your presence felt, people will forget about you!"

"It will disturb him."

Shi Wei was speechless: "What's wrong with making a phone call? How many minutes and seconds can you waste on him? Don't be so sensitive. Just listen to me and call him directly!"

Shi Wei also went online to look up quotations for Ji Ning'an, how to talk to Shi Jingnian and how to tease people just right, and wrote it down on paper for her: "Just read it as I wrote it!"

"..."

Shi Wei's words were really hard to say out loud. If she had said them, Ji Ning'an felt that Shi Jingnian might think she was a little sick.

In the end, Ji Ning'an firmly rejected Shi Wei's words and said that Shi Jingnian was a little busy during the day and it would be better to call at night.

This week of classes started again, and Shi Jingnian still hasn’t returned.

The weather in October is getting colder, especially at night. The tips of the plants seem to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and the leaves of the ginkgo trees turn golden, sweeping across the entire playground.

Ji Ning'an walked out of the dormitory wearing headphones and sat alone on a bench in the Beijing University playground. He suddenly recalled his figure standing under the streetlight that night.

The screen of the mobile phone is fixed on a series of phone numbers that are familiar to the heart, the most familiar and the most unfamiliar.

She hesitated for a long time, her fingertips trembled slightly, and pressed it.

The streetlight reflects the dim light of the mobile phone screen, like a small cluster of burning flames, reflected in the girl's eyes.

She was wearing thin clothes. She had been outside for a long time, and her fingertips were a little stiff from the cold. She curled up slightly and listened to the voices waiting to be answered on the phone, breathing slightly.

When the phone rang to its ninth ring, a low and distant voice came from the phone, its tone unhurried and unhurried, like a Swiss clock, stuck at the regular point every time.

"Hello."

The sound of "Hello" fell into Ji Ning'an's heart, creating ripples in circles. Thirteen days passed before he heard his voice again. Maybe it was a long time or the network was distorted, which caused panic and palpitations.

Her mind was completely blank, and when she opened her mouth, there was no sound. The manuscript she had originally typed was stuck in her throat, a little dry, and she couldn't say a word.

The pause was a little long, and the person on the other end of the phone politely and calmly repeated: "Hello."

Ji Ning was sitting on the bench farthest from the basketball court. She could vaguely hear the noise coming through the wind. The laughter, curses and collisions merged into the evening breeze, but she could accurately identify the "hello" sound, as if

Close at hand.

The fingers holding the phone were tight and tight, and the fingertips were a little white. She suppressed the chaotic and blank thoughts, and her voice was very soft and the words were clear: "Hello, Professor Shi."

There was about two seconds of silence.

"Ning'an?"

His voice was calm and gentle, calling her name had a lingering meaning for no reason on the night of early October.

This is the first time he calls her that.

Many people have called her this, but no one has ever said it like him, adding an indescribable charm.

It made her feel that two words that were originally very ordinary became beautiful and beautiful.

This is really not a good sign.

Ji Ning'an's heart beat violently: "It's me."

Wenzhou, hotel penthouse suite, elegant and large office study room has a large floor-to-ceiling window, which is enough to overlook the city night view. The computer is open in front of the desk, and the content is about the landscape architectural design draft of the residential courtyard.

The desk is clean and tidy, and there is a cup of mellow and bitter coffee on the left hand side.

The shirt facing the computer screen is smoky gray, cold and lazy, the tie is tied up, the lapel pin is strict, and the Adam's apple line rolls up and down when talking, making it mature and sexy.

He held the phone with his slender fingers, his face was cold and elegant, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, without any unnecessary decoration, concise and ascetic.

Regarding this call from Ji Ning'an, Shi Jingnian was surprised for the first two seconds. He looked calm and listened intently to her voice: "In the playground?"

"How do you know?" Ji Ning'an asked subconsciously.

"I heard a sound."

Ji Ning'an blushed a little. Listening to the voice on the other side of the phone, she could completely imagine what he looked like when he spoke, with light eyebrows and clear eyes.

She asked softly: "Are you busy now?"

"I'm not busy." Shi Jingnian leaned back and spoke to her out of politeness without looking at the computer. He closed the notebook with one hand, relaxed his posture and said calmly, "I'm working on a sketch."

"What draft is it?"

"Landscape design."

Ji Ning'an silently remembered how many zeros there were after searching his design net worth online. For a moment, he thought it was so cool that he could take his class for free.

At this time, a shadow fell from the top of his hair. The boy was wearing a sports uniform, holding a basketball in his left arm, standing in the night, with handsome features and white teeth when he smiled.

"School girl, can you add your contact information?"
Chapter completed!