Yuan Yanran met Duan Zhian at her most beautiful age!
Yanran believes in fate. She always feels that some things are destined. If she keeps meeting someone over a period of time, she feels that it is her fate.
She was only twenty years old when she got on the plane to Manchester to study abroad.
Her parents are from an ordinary working-class family. Her mother works in a bank and her father is a small public servant. In fact, in Qingyang, she belongs to a well-off family and is an only child. She has had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child.
She was the pride of her parents. When she received half of the scholarship to study in Manchester, all their relatives came to celebrate her. It was a glorious moment for her family.
Her father originally wanted to send her there, but she firmly refused.
"Dad, Mom, I'm so old, have I ever visited Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand?" Yanran was talking about the trip she took with her classmates in her first year of college. "On the contrary, Dad, you haven't been abroad yet. When the time comes,
You have to find a place."
After being persuaded by her, her father gave up his plan to send her off. She pushed two large suitcases and carried a large backpack on the plane to New York. Who told Qingyang that there was not a direct flight to Manchester, and he had to fly to New York first?
, and then transfer from New York.
At that time, she was actually a little heartless. She didn't think that going to England to study was a big deal, but she found it very novel.
After getting on the plane, I sent messages to my classmates before I turned off my phone. After turning off my phone, I put on my eye mask and started to sleep.
The plane didn't arrive until the afternoon, and it wouldn't transfer to Manchester until 9 p.m. She looked at the time, felt her stomach and felt hungry. She checked all the big gifts, so she went out to look for food with her backpack on her back.
Hearing that there were a lot of places to eat near JFK Airport, she searched and searched with a map, and finally found a famous burger restaurant. After eating a super big burger, she was satisfied both physically and mentally before preparing to go back.
She took a taxi back to the airport and found that her wallet was missing. She couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked for it.
The driver was a burly black man in his forties. Although he thought she was beautiful, her gesture of not wanting to pay clearly angered him.
"I really lost my wallet, I didn't mean not to pay." She explained in less fluent English. She was sweating profusely as she looked at the time to board the plane soon.
"This yellow biaozi doesn't pay for the ride. That's how you yellow people get along."
Although Yanran's English was really not that good at this time, her face turned pale when she heard these words, and she had never scolded her in this way.
"I really didn't mean it..." She said in a low voice.
"I have recorded what you said just now, and it also constitutes a personal attack." A man came over and said to the black driver in fluent English, "This is the fare."
He was wearing a black jacket and washed white jeans. He had dark skin and was at least 1.85 meters tall. As long as she stood next to him, she could feel the strong masculine aura.
The black man looked at him, then at Yanran, and took the fare before leaving.
"Thank you." She thanked her hurriedly.
The man glanced at her, nodded, turned around and walked inside.
Yanran quickly followed, but her wallet was gone. Fortunately, her important evidence was in another compartment of the bag. Her mother often told her that important identity documents should not be kept together with the wallet, otherwise they would be lost if they were thrown away.
"Wait a minute." Yanran quickly followed his footsteps, but his legs were so long and he walked so fast that it was very difficult for her to keep up.
"You're welcome." The man said in Chinese without even looking at her.
"You are Chinese." Yanran chased after her as if she had seen a life-saving straw. She was so excited, "What is your name? Can you leave me your contact information? When I get a new card or something, I will pay you back."
for you."
"No need." Without looking back, he got on the elevator and walked towards the terminal.
"Then can you lend me some money?" Yanran also entered the elevator.
This time the man finally turned to look at her, with a very delicate oriental face, a small face, and slender eyes. Such a girl is not very beautiful, but she can be considered delicate and delicious. However, the man's eyes remain unchanged.
, took out a few dollars from his wallet and gave them to her.
A full three thousand US dollars, Yan Ran was stunned for a moment, this was really a lot of money.
"Sir, my name is Yuan Yanran, from Qingyang in the southeast. Can you please leave your contact information? I will return the money to you after I arrive in Manchester." Yanran almost cried with gratitude. She encountered such a situation in the country.
Such a good man, she was so excited.
"You are going to Manchester." Hearing her say that, the man really looked at her, "If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to catch the plane."
The elevator has arrived and he has already stepped out.
Yanran quickly followed and went directly to the painting position.
The man walked lightly and easily passed the customs with his ticket and passport in his hand. Instead, Yanran took off the big bag and rummaged through it for a long time.
The man turned his head around unexpectedly and saw the little girl in such a panic. One look at her and he knew that the little girl studying abroad didn't understand anything.
He was really not a sympathetic person, but this time he stopped unexpectedly and walked back. After she found her passport and ticket, he picked up her bag in his big hands.
When she glanced at him gratefully and tried to talk to him with a smile on her face, he handed her the bag and said, "If you don't hurry up, the check-in will be over."
"Are you going to Manchester too?" she asked. He had already strode away and walked in the other direction, which was the VIP boarding gate.
She successfully passed the plane and closed the plane, but she still felt a little disappointed in her heart.
He never said his name. She was extremely disappointed and felt extremely lucky. If she hadn't met her, she would really have been living on the streets of New York. It was scary to think about it.
As soon as she got on the plane, she kept thinking about that man. He was cool, not particularly handsome, but very manly and manly. She blushed a little when she thought of this.
After getting off the airport, luckily there was a school bus waiting for her, so she got on the school bus directly.
After school started, she was so busy with reports and homework preparations that she felt dizzy. Although she sometimes dreamed about that man, she would often wake up with a blushing face and a pounding heart.
She studied classical literature, and many of the contents were difficult to understand, so she spent a lot of time in the library.
On this day, Wanwan had to go to work. She was alone in the library. When she was looking for a book, a figure suddenly flashed past her, which made her feel very familiar.
Her heart skipped a beat and she followed him. When she reached the bookshelf on the first floor, she saw the figure disappearing from the other side, and she hurriedly chased after him.
Until the librarian stopped her and said, "Classmate, please keep quiet in the library."
"I'm sorry, I understand." She looked for him again, but could no longer see that figure. He was on the same plane as her, did it mean that he was also in Manchester?
Just thinking about it like this, Wanwan came back in the evening and told her.
Wanwan smiled and said: "I think our Miss Yuan is very excited."
Yanran smiled and joked with Wanwan, but she did have something else in mind. Was she in love? Maybe, but she didn't know if she could see that person again.
When I saw him again, it was at an inter-school Christmas party. Wanwan didn't go, she went with her classmates in the department.
In fact, girls with classical Chinese beauty like Yan Ran are very popular. I don’t know how many students in the department have pursued her, but she rarely takes it easy.
She also dressed up carefully for this party, but when she went there, she found that it was just male and female classmates drinking together. She was disappointed. She was about to leave, but suddenly she saw a man coming in from the door.
She seemed to have been struck by lightning and remained motionless for a long time.
Later, when I asked my classmates, I found out that he was the senior of the graduate school and his English name was Nick.
As soon as he came in, he said a few words to the party organizer, got a glass of wine and went to the rest area.
He has a naturally cold temperament and a cold attitude. Even though Westerners are naturally enthusiastic, when they saw him say a few cold words like this and said nothing, they all flinched.
She walked over boldly and showed an unnatural smile: "Hi!"
The man raised his head and was a little surprised when he saw her, and his cold expression relaxed slightly.
"Do you still remember me?" Yanran smiled, and the dimples on her cheeks deepened, "In New York, you gave me three thousand US dollars and paid the bus fare, remember?"
"Yuan Yanran, from Qingyang in the southeast." He described lightly, and his eyes suddenly looked a little different when he looked at her.
"Yes, that's me." She boldly sat next to him, keeping a certain distance, "I didn't even know you were a senior, so it must have been you I saw last time in the library."
"Is something wrong?" He said very few words and kept them concisely.
"I want to say thank you and pay you back the fare and the money you lent me," she said hurriedly.
"Need not."
"It needs to be used." She insisted very much, "I don't have that much cash with me right now, is it convenient for me to leave your contact information?"
He looked at the girl in front of him steadily, took out a pen from his pocket, and wrote his name and phone number in her palm.
Duan Zhian!
She looked at his neat and upright words, her palms felt warm and her heart was beating fast.
"I'm from Qingyang, too." After he finished speaking, his cell phone rang, "Excuse me."
She nodded blankly, carefully held his name and phone number in her hand, and then watched him leave.
His name was Duan Zhian, he was also from Qingyang, and he was studying Criminal Minds. She kept reading this information when she went back, as if she was in a daze.
Wanwan came back from work and saw her sitting on her bed in a daze. She waved her hand in front of her eyes: "What's wrong with you?"
"I met him." She turned around and said.
"Who did you meet?" Mu Wan looked tired. She had just returned from working in the nightclub. Her face was still heavily made up, so she started to remove it.
"The man who helped me in New York." Her soul seemed to have left her body and flew to a far away place. "Duan Zhian is from Qingyang. He is also from Qingyang."
"Of course, I have a hunch that you are going to fall in love." Wanwan looked at her silly look in the mirror and smiled.