Chūn guāng zhèn hái zài chūn guāng zhèn hái zài (3)

  Translation:

  Spring Light Town is still in Spring Light Town (3)

  I smiled at her and said calmly, "Don't worry, Auntie. I have few friends here and I also like to be alone."

  The house is fully furnished with all electrical appliances, and you can move in with just a bag. I called Andong to tell him that the house had been settled, and we decided to move in that night.

  He fell silent for a few seconds before a chuckle came from the other end of the line: "Alright. My place is too small, can't fit Miss Xu."

  I held the phone and walked on the street: "I still need to buy some bedding, are you free tonight?"

  "Where are you?"

  I was at Uniqlo... passing by the storefront, on the shelves were exquisite summer sandals with tassels. The window reflected the shadows of people coming and going, behind it was a person's profile, holding a dark red round-toe high-heeled shoe in their hand, the material looked very soft, like lamb skin.

  I have to admit, these shoes look great.

  And this man who was only separated from me by a pane of glass, I didn't expect to meet him so soon.

  It's a bit laughable, in a city of millions like B City, I ran into Lu You, my ex-boyfriend, on the very first day I returned to China.

  He slightly lowered his head, focusing on choosing high heels, wearing a suit and light-colored shirt, meticulous, even in summer, not hot; one hand holding the shoe to consult the sales lady, eyebrow tip calm, also looks somewhat familiar with the road.

  Just as he was about to look up, I turned my back on him. It wasn't worth letting him see me in my current state, from head to toe there was nothing to be proud of.

  When Fan Dong arrived, I had already chosen a set of four-piece suit and an air-conditioned quilt, ready to ride his car back home.

  The jet lag hadn't fully kicked in, and I soon felt drowsy after sitting in the passenger seat for a while. The elevated highway was severely congested, with traffic at a standstill, drawing black outlines around the densely packed skyscrapers.

  "Xu Shenshen", Fu Andong pulled the handbrake and turned his head to look at me.

  "Huh?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He hadn't shaved for days, and his chin had a bluish stubble.

  "Want to eat sour and spicy noodles? There's none in London." He came with enthusiasm, a smile at the corner of his lips, looking at me proudly.