The class reunion was held quickly as scheduled, and it was all Fei Jiani's fault.
Sang Xiaoyu has never attended any previous class reunions.
Firstly, she is busy, and secondly, her husband does not like her to attend such occasions.
The location of the hotel was set at a high-end restaurant in the city. Because Jiang Chunhui had approved it in advance, the students only needed to bring their heads. Moreover, Jiang Chunhui said, order whatever you want, don't think about saving money for him.
Crabs, prawns and sea cucumbers were ordered over and over again by the students. If it weren't for the words from squad leader Wang Ximo, these students would still be talking about the seafood.
Wang Ximo said that Jiang Chunhui comes and goes without a trace. If he really doesn't come, what will happen to this dish? Will each person get three or four hundred?
Only then did a few girls stop and start looking at the recipes of ordinary people.
Sang Xiaoyu and Fei Jiani are here.
The old Snow White finally turned into Cinderella, people like this kind of drama.
Someone asked Sang Xiaoyu why she didn't attend any of her old classmates' reunions? Was she looking down on her old classmates?
The speaker was Zhao Siyue, a girl who had a very bad relationship with Sang Xiaoyu.
Sang Xiaoyu always smiled and said she was too busy.
Zhao Siyue asked again, why are you not busy now?
Sang Xiaoyu said that he was bankrupt, so of course he was no longer busy.
Zhao Siyue said that if you don’t go bankrupt, will it be difficult for us to even see you?
Sang Xiaoyu said that not everyone wants to see her, such as you.
Zhao Siyue wanted to say something else. Fei Jiani pressed Sang Xiaoyu on the chair and said loudly: "We are all old classmates. Sang Xiaoyu has some career problems now. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't be like this
It’s hard for her.”
Wang Ximo asked everyone to take their seats. Someone asked why Jiang Chunhui hadn't come yet. If he didn't come, we couldn't afford the money.
Zhao Siyue said: "Just be careful, why does Jiang Chunhui want to attend the class reunion? We don't have to pay for it? If Sang Xiaoyu hadn't come, would he have come?"
Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone, and we are just a foil."
"Then don't come." Someone whispered back.
"Why don't you come? We will also come to improve the food." Zhao Siyue said angrily when there was no one around.
Fei Jiani told Sang Xiaoyu more than once that Zhao Siyue lived in poverty and now she is a cleaning aunt...
At that time, Sang Xiaoyu still had a trace of sympathy in her heart, but she didn't expect that now she would follow in her footsteps, or even be worse than her. They had no debts, but what about herself?
Sang Xiaoyu feels that everyone's life is better than hers.
Fei Jiani was unhappy and said, "Zhao Siyue, what's going on with you? You're so weird. Didn't Jiang Chunhui attend the class reunion?"
Zhao Siyue was justified now. She stood up and retorted: "People nowadays will be questioned when telling the truth. Am I wrong in what I said? Jiang Chunhui has participated in two class reunions.
One time, someone lied to him and said that Sang Xiaoyu would definitely come, so he came. What happened? He took two bites and left without even paying for AA. The second time was even more annoying. It was him who planned it, and everyone in the world was disappointed.
I'm going to find Sang Xiaoyu..."
"So what? Do you blame him for not looking for you?"
Fei Jiani's words made many classmates laugh.
Wang Ximo said: "No matter who he is for, he is also our classmate. It is not easy for us classmates to get together. He travels all over the world. Of course we are happy to be here. It doesn't matter why."
Zhao Siyue sat down unwillingly and said: "Fei Jiani, even though Jiang Chunhui has chased you, he only has Sang Xiaoyu in his heart."
Fei Jiani immediately laughed and said: "This is not a shameful thing. He chases me to show that I am qualified for him to chase me. Whether I agree or not is my business."
Sang Xiaoyu saw Zhao Siyue pressing forward step by step, while she was retreating steadily. Without Fei Jiani, she didn't know how far she would have retreated.
Zhao Siyue rolled her eyes at Fei Jiani and stopped talking, feeling extremely unbalanced in her heart.
Successful people like to miss the mark or be a little late.
Just after six o'clock, Jiang Chunhui appeared at the door of the box.
Everyone has focused their attention on this successful man. It is almost difficult for him to show up in Meilanjiang. It is said that he has opened his business to the south, so he uses airplanes as a means of transportation all day long.
Jiang Chunhui wore a crisp high-end suit, and the light-colored suit perfectly highlighted his business elite appearance.
Jiang Chunhui is over 1.8 meters tall, with the indifference of a successful person on his brown face. As soon as he came in, he loudly said that he was late and would be punished later.
Zhao Siyue, who had been fighting with you just now, suddenly became charming and charming, and her voice was as tactful as a warbler: "What's the punishment? You are a successful person who has a lot of things to do. It is our blessing to come to our party."
These words were so explicit that even Jiang Chunhui didn't dare to talk to her. Many people focused their attention on Jiang Chunhui to see how he looked at Sang Xiaoyu.
Fei Jiani immediately became unhappy and said to Zhao Siyue: "I thought you were going to learn Sichuan Opera. Your face changes so quickly? That's not what you said just now."
Zhao Siyue felt a little embarrassed and said forcefully: "I want you to take care of it."
Sang Xiaoyu sat in the corner, trying her best not to look at him, but in fact she did come here for him.
Sang Xiaoyu is too short of money, and now this man is the only one who can meet all her needs, provided that she does not betray herself. Sang Xiaoyu feels that she is gambling, and winning or losing depends on this.
Now Sang Xiaoyu is like a sensitive and fragile kitten, curled up behind the table and not participating in any topics people are talking about.
Jiang Chunhui surprised everyone. He didn't even look at Sang Xiaoyu, as if she didn't exist at all.
A good-hearted male classmate said as if casually: "Sang Xiaoyu, how can I say that when you were in school, you were not only the school beauty but also the class beauty. When such a big thing happened, I blamed you for finding a husband who didn't take care of the trouble. It really came true.
That sentence about beauties being unlucky."
Wang Ximo glanced at Jiang Chunhui meaningfully and said with a smile: "President Jiang, you are now rich, and you still don't care about the lover of your dreams?"
Jiang Chunhui finally looked at Sang Xiaoyu, as if time had changed and he was no longer the passionate young man he was back then. He looked at Sang Xiaoyu's weak and timid appearance, turned to Wang Ximo and said casually: "What's going on with you? Are you not forcing me to commit a crime?"
Is that wrong? We are all family people."
Sang Xiaoyu's face turned red, as if someone had guessed what she was thinking.
Jiang Chunhui continued to talk and laugh, but Sang Xiaoyu was no longer among his topics.
Of course he came here for Sang Xiaoyu. Although he didn't take pleasure in Sang Xiaoyu's situation at this time, he had a sense of shamelessness that he had an opportunity.
Ten years have passed since their high school days, and they have changed from boys and girls to what they are now, but he still has a knot in his heart, that is, he chased Sang Xiaoyu for two years. In those two years, he spent all his life for Sang Xiaoyu.
It took almost all the effort.
Sang Xiaoyu likes sports, especially all kinds of ball games. He plays basketball and football after playing basketball. Sang Xiaoyu likes to speak, so he asks someone to teach him pinyin grammar, and recites it loudly and passionately...
Anyway, as long as Sang Xiaoyu liked it, he would try his best to get close to her, but he didn't see any change in her.
His high school classmates all witnessed his persistence and often teased him about it, saying that because of Sang Xiaoyu, he became an outstanding student with all-round development of morality, intelligence, body and beauty, in addition to studying.
Jiang Chunhui suffered a strong emotional blow and even wanted to transfer to another school.
Jiang Chunhui is a proper second-generation rich man who has taken over the family business over the years.
It has been ten years, and he has already married and had children, met countless people, and experienced countless romantic affairs, but Sang Xiaoyu is like an indescribable existence, as if her appearance means one of his few failures.
The dishes are ready.
Just when everyone was about to move their chopsticks, Fei Jiani gave Wang Ximo a look, and Wang Ximo stood up with the wine in his hand and said, "Today we are having a class reunion, but there is just one episode."
Zhao Siyue rushed to say: "Don't be too excited, we are just here to drink."
Wang Ximo ignored her and continued: "We all know that there is something wrong with Sang Xiaoyu's family. If it can't be solved now, she may go to jail. She is our classmate. No matter who's family has trouble, we will all
Do you want to lend a helping hand, no more, no less?"
Another girl stood up. Sang Xiaoyu found that she couldn't even call her name. She said:
"Is her matter still a serious matter? A while ago, my brother's child had an accident and almost died. The hospital didn't care about it because we didn't have money, and I didn't ask for anything from my classmates.
Is her matter an urgent matter or is it to save people from disaster?
We have to take care of our own affairs, and when she was doing well, we didn't get much credit."
Zhao Siyue echoed: "That's right."
At this moment, Sang Xiaoyu truly felt that the confidence and chicness of people's speech did not come from their academic qualifications and talents, but from the RMB in their bags.
Zhao Siyue is now the cleaning aunt, but she still dares to boss her around. The girl just now, according to Fei Jiani, has set up a stall outside now, and she dares to boss her around in the wind and rain, as if she is in trouble.
, they all have the right to criticize her condescendingly.
Sang Xiaoyu finally stood up, although at this time she was as weak and pale as the mung bean sprouts sold on the street.
She didn't look at her classmates just now, but her eyes were blank and she didn't know where to look, but her tone was extremely sincere.
She said: "You are my classmates. If you can help me, I owe you a favor. If you don't, it is a natural duty."
I don’t expect everyone to lend a helping hand. As long as it helps me tide over the difficulties, I will be grateful. Also, I will not ask for a penny from anyone. I am borrowing it and I will definitely pay it back.
of."
Wang Ximo said: "Since Sang Xiaoyu has made it so clear, I won't talk nonsense. If you are willing to help, I will pay for it. If you are not happy with your life, forget it.
I'll take the lead and get five hundred. Fei Jiani, you can find a notebook and take notes."
Sang Xiaoyu stood up again and said, "I have brought a pen and paper, and I will give you all an IOU."
Sang Xiaoyu put a piece of dark blue printing paper on the second page of a small book, picked up a pen and wrote Wang Ximo's name, then tore off the first page and handed it to him and said: "The time is also written, one year later."
It’s still inside.”
Two more classmates took five hundred, and Sang Xiaoyu presented the IOUs one by one.
A few boys took three hundred, and others took two hundred and one hundred.
Everyone's eyes drifted in the direction of Jiang Chunhui, but Jiang Chunhui seemed not to hear him and was indifferently chatting with a heartless person next to him.
Of the thirty-four people present at the meeting, only three did not pay.
One is Zhao Siyue, and the other is the girl who is talking about children, Jiang Chunhui.
No one knows what medicine Jiang Chunhui is selling in this gourd.
Even the most difficult Li Baozhong got fifty.
A classmate who didn't come left a message on QQ saying that he would give some money to help Sang Xiaoyu and also reported the amount.
Wang Ximo said that he could hand it over to Sang Xiaoyu for them first, and they all agreed without any hesitation.
"I won't take moral kidnapping," Zhao Siyue said, crossing her hands.
Sang Xiaoyu was very excited. This scene was something she had not expected. She also felt that she had not interacted with these people all year round, but in the end it was these people who helped her.
She typed all the IOUs and put the money in her bag.
Wang Ximo said that was enough, and we started eating and exchanging feelings.
Sang Xiaoyu burst into tears and stood up and said that she really wasn't in the mood to eat. She was here just for the money. If she was here, it would definitely affect everyone's mood, so she left first.
No one tried to persuade her seriously, so she left alone with her head lowered.
Jiang Chunhui looked at Sang Xiaoyu's leaving figure, and felt very complicated. It seemed that every female classmate at the banquet table could be picked up by him as long as he liked them, but Sang Xiaoyu was an exception. After the whole scene, she didn't even give herself a
A smile, even a faint smile.
Even if she left, there was still a noble and refined elegance that he liked in her back.
Sang Xiaoyu was extremely disappointed with Jiang Chunhui. If he spent three to five thousand each, would it be able to solve his urgent need? But he was indifferent.
Fei Jiani caught up with her and asked her to eat a meal, which would be regarded as an improvement in the food. She knew that Sang Xiaoyu now only had cold steamed buns besides instant noodles.
Sang Xiaoyu asked her to go back quickly and thanked her profusely.
Fei Jiani hesitated to speak, but Sang Xiaoyu said you should go back quickly, don't ruin the fun of others.
Fei Jiani finally spoke out: "Do you want to give it a try? He is like that. If you show weakness in front of him, everything may change."
Sang Xiaoyu shook her head firmly and said, "It's not necessary."
As soon as Fei Jiani left, Wang Ximo chased her out.
He took out another two thousand yuan and said, "I was only responsible for making a sample just now. I'm sorry to give too much. I hope you understand."
Sang Xiaoyu panicked and went to take out her book to make up a new IOU. Wang Ximo said if I can't trust you, can I give you the money?
After saying that, he returned to the box.
Sang Xiaoyu stood in the hotel lobby and burst into tears.
A considerate and beautiful waitress walked up to her, handed her a tissue, and asked her softly if there was anything she could do for her. Sang Xiaoyu waved her hand, but she couldn't even say thank you. She was afraid that she would burst into tears.
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The tears on my face felt like they were attacking a city and couldn't be wiped away.
She was crying hard when Jiang Chunhui finally appeared. He handed her a note and said it was his eldest brother's number. He only had the whole night tonight and would fly abroad early tomorrow morning.
He said "all night" very loudly and longly.
Sang Xiaoyu raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Chunhui. The indifference in his eyes was enough to tear anyone's self-esteem apart.
Sang Xiaoyu lowered her head and silently took the small piece of paper. Her mind was still on the fund-raising just now. She felt that Jiang Chunhui had almost no hope, and even if he did, it would be conditional.
He premeditatedly wanted to submit himself, and also wanted her to sacrifice herself.
If Jiang Chunhui, like Wang Ximo, had given out one thousand yuan just now, Sang Xiaoyu would have shed tears of gratitude at this moment.
No, he wants the cat to catch the mouse.
He didn't want to show off his cards directly, as that would lack the thrill of the game.
He is a cat, and Sang Xiaoyu is already a mouse crossing the street. Wouldn't it be disappointing to give her the freedom to stand up immediately? He wants to play with Sang Xiaoyu in the palm of his hand and make her regret her mistake.
He wanted to see how Sang Xiaoyu felt when he was unattainable in high school and now crawling at his feet.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't. Before she went out, she threw the note into the trash can at the door. As if unconsciously, she turned her head.
Jiang Chunhui just turned to look at her.
Sang Xiaoyu thought, this note was thrown just right.
Jiang Chunhui didn't seem to believe his eyes. This life-saving piece of paper could change his life.
He felt that he must have been dazzled because the long-awaited bell would finally ring.