Kiss you tonight -- the prince will be enthroned

After he filled out the bill, the staff asked him if he wanted to leave a message.


The girl sitting on the ground, with her head buried in her knees and her shoulders trembling with tears, stood by and watched for a while, but did not dare to approach. Wen Xin. I Jiang just tried to call her in a low voice. He wanted to coax her, but the people hugging each other on the ground cried more and more fiercely. The sound was like a sob, and he didn't know how to go on. For the first time in his life, he met a man who did not know where to start, and the man was helpless in the bedroom. Before returning to China, Jiang Wei worked in the investment banking department of the head office in the UK. At the negotiation table of the merger and acquisition case, he once told a white female CEO to cry and make up on the spot. At that time, he turned around and left without paying any attention. Foreign colleagues call him a famous cold-hearted person, who, in Chinese, does not know how to pity the beautiful and cherish the beautiful. He doesn't understand why he should take pity on her. He is not an emotional blogger. When a woman is sad, he will take pity on her. He is really not so idle. Feelings is a very mysterious thing, his life of tenderness and patience, probably can only be given to that girl. After more than a dozen circles with his hands in his trousers pockets, Jiang finally couldn't help it. He half knelt down in front of her and tried to hold her in his arms. Not daring to hold her too tightly, he stretched out his arms and gently hugged her. The bare skin of the girl's shoulder spine was very cold. Compared with the previous unbridled, he did not even know where to put his hand now, so he had to clumsily pat her back where the dress covered it. He did not know what to comfort her, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rhythm of her crying,aluminum tile edge trim, so he patted along with her. However, after a few minutes, the body of the person in his arms trembled more than before. Jiang Kui helpless and self-reproach, he was tonight by Tang Ting that sentence excited dizzy head, will be so out of control. In fact, he just calmed down and thought about it. When he put her under his body, he could obviously feel her trembling and fear. How could a person who had just passed Qingshi have that kind of reaction? He's crazy tonight! Through the thin dress, Jiang Wei could feel the coolness of the body in his arms. He was afraid that she would be frozen. He bowed his head and coaxed her in her ear: "Wen Xin,stainless steel tile edge trim, we.." Go to bed and cry in bed. After thinking about it, he added, with a little ingratiation. Is it good? I don't know what's wrong with this. As soon as he finished, the man who had been burying his head raised his tear-stained face and stared at him with his eyes, which were red and swollen with tears. It's a real stare. Stare like an angry bird. Jiang did not know what he had said wrong, and after three seconds of silence, he immediately changed his tune, "If you don't want to go to bed and cry, then we can cry on the ground, or cry on the ground." All right, whatever you want. The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, for he found that the man in his arms was staring at his eyes, which were getting bigger and bigger. Jiang said shut up, I really don't know what to say. Probably before in order to match the dress, stainless steel edging strip ,stainless steel tile trim, the girl did not wear socks, a pair of feet are bare, he just brought her over, the shoes have not known where to fall, white feet are a little red with cold, are shrinking and overlapping together. Jiang Kui looked distressed and wanted to warm her feet, but as soon as she reached out, her feet shrank back and she wouldn't let him touch them at all. Not only was he not allowed to touch her feet, but an old and wrinkled green paper ball fell from the ground. When he had just brought her over, he saw that she had been holding it in her hand, not knowing what it was. He picked it up, and as soon as he unfolded it, he took a look at it and was snatched away. Give it back. The whimpering voice was still very powerful. She protected the paper ball in her hand, as if it was something that could not be lost. She looked up and stared at him more fiercely than the angry birds. Jiang Wei, however, kept his hand frozen in the air and stared at the paper ball in her hand. No, perhaps, it should not be called a spitball, but an old money order, in a trance for a long time, for a long time. For a long time, those sporadic memories, which had long been diluted by time, rose like the tide and came to him again with overwhelming force. When Wen Xin put the QR code at the entrance of the University City Library to ask for financial assistance, Jiang Wei also saw that many students were talking and laughing, and he also quietly took a picture of her WeChat QR code, but after taking the picture, he did not pay and turned away. He then went to the bank and took out the scholarship he had saved in the campus card for several years, and collected ten thousand yuan. He was going to give her the cash directly, but later he changed his mind. Once so proud of a girl, so low head, hanging in public, let passers-by take mobile phone scanning code to take pictures, the heart must be collapsed. If he just gave her ten thousand yuan directly, how much better would it be for her self-esteem. It's just in a different way. It's like giving alms. But he didn't need her to be grateful. So Jiang chose the slowest and most implicit way. He did not even leave his name, listening to the postal staff said that the remittance of 10000 yuan must be handled in real name, he deliberately changed the amount to 9999. After he filled out the bill, the staff asked him if he wanted to leave a message. It was the first time for him to remit money to a person's address in his life. Unexpectedly, the postal remittance could still leave a message? The postscript is limited to 32 words. Jiang Kui thought about it for a long time, and finally wrote down the English sentence she said when she first met her. After writing it, he hesitated for a moment, and left the initials of his name after the English: JJ. Like the feelings of a young man who wants to talk, they are put into the delivery box together with the old postal documents. When he left the letters, Jiang Kui had a little fantasy about whether she would think of him when she saw him. But not long after the money was remitted, his hand was hurt by the man who fought for revenge. A lot of things happened during that time. One night when he was most depressed, he couldn't sleep. He lay on the bed in the dormitory, turned out the QR code he had taken at that time, and tried to search her wechat number,stainless tile trim, but all the requests to add friends were like a stone dropped into the sea. Later, when he was studying in Britain for a long time, he could only look at her latest moments as a strange visitor.