It's Shen Huaiyu.
Yan Heqing's brow twitched slightly as he swiped to answer the call. "Teacher."
It was quiet on Shen Huaiyu. He smiled and asked, "Do you and A-Lin have any plans for Christmas?"
When Yan Heqing heard him change how he addressed Lu Lin, he understood that the two had spoken that afternoon.
Chu Ziyu is Lu Lin's good friend, and since Lu Lin didn't stop it, it must be a good thing.
He smiled and said, "No."
Shen Huaiyu said, "It's Christmas and my birthday. My friend recommended a bar to host my birthday party. You guys come and have some fun."
Just then, Lu Lin returned with the wontons. Yan Heqing looked at Lu Lin, blinked, and said, "Okay."
Chapter 142 [ Chu Ziyu's Memories] 4
As Christmas approached, Chu Ziyu became increasingly irritable, and even had a fight with his brother that morning.
The reason was that his brother was taking him to a dinner party.
It was called a dinner party, but both parties knew it was a blind date.
Chu Ziyu has attended no fewer than a dozen such blind date events.
As the young master of the Chu family, he held a nominal position at the Chu Group after graduation. His job depended on whether he was awake or in the mood, but he still received a large bonus at the end of the year.
Chu Ziyu's father thanked heaven and earth, "Son, you're doing very well, keep it up, and don't impulsively start a business."
Therefore, Chu Ziyu
Salted fish
He should be assertive, but even a salted fish has dreams. If his marriage can create some value for his family, then he'll go for it! It doesn't matter who he marries anyway.
Each time, the woman did seem to like him, but after dating for a while, he would always be dumped.
In the past Chu Ziyu was very enthusiastic about attending blind dates. This morning, his brother called to say that the woman was the sister of an internet company owner, two years younger than Chu Ziyu, and also loved playing games. The two seemed like a perfect match, but Chu Ziyu suddenly felt annoyed for no reason. "I don't want to get married."
His brother asked, bewildered, "Does he have a fever?"
Chu Ziyu drew circles in her notebook, her voice weak and listless. "No."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" His brother didn't care; Chu Ziyu had never been upset before. "It's 5:30 PM. Let's go to your favorite place—"
"I'm not getting married!" Chu Ziyu raised her voice, "I'm never going on blind dates again!"
His brother chuckled, "If you don't want blind dates, then you'd better bring a sister-in-law home soon."
"I'm not looking for a partner, and I'm not getting married." Chu Ziyu reiterated, "I'm not getting married."
His brother paused for a few seconds, then got angry, " Chu Ziyu, you've really been spoiled rotten! What do you plan to do if you don't get married? Grow old alone?"
Chu Ziyu also raised her voice, "Yes!"
"You bastard!" his brother snapped, "You wait here, I'm coming over right now and I'll beat you to a pulp!"
He could already hear his brother getting into the car over the phone, so Chu Ziyu quickly hung up, threw on his clothes, and dashed out of the house.
He knew his brother wouldn't really hurt him, but he couldn't explain his outburst today to his brother.
He's really gone mad, he actually...
Chu Ziyu took a deep breath, opened the car door, and got in. He sat there for a while, unsure of where to go. He did have a place in his mind, but...
After much hesitation, Chu Ziyu finally started the car.
Two hours later, he arrived at The Antler Alley.
The street hasn't been renovated; it's surrounded by new buildings and looks exactly the same as it did more than ten years ago. The convenience store, however, has been renovated to keep up with the times and looks just like a new store.
Chu Ziyu walked into the store, and the lucky cat on the counter waved to him, "Welcome!"
There was a new clerk at the cashier; I smiled politely at him.
Chu Ziyu returned the smile.
The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of goods, and Chu Ziyu unknowingly filled his arms with them. When he returned to the counter to pay, he gave them his phone number.
The new clerk entered the number and said, "We have a Christmas promotion in store. Your points can be redeemed for any gifts. You can come to the store to pick them up when you have time."
Chu Ziyu was dazed. He hadn't been here for two years, yet his points hadn't been cleared. They really knew how to do business; no wonder they hadn't been eliminated after more than ten years. He chuckled, "I'll definitely come."
Carrying a large bag of snacks, Chu Ziyu walked out of the convenience store. The sky was overcast, and soon snowflakes began to fall.
Chu Ziyu opened his hand, and snowflakes fell into his palm one after another, with a faint coolness, just like Christmas 11 years ago, when a light snow fell.
Chu Ziyu still remembers it; it was the first semester of her senior year of high school.
He felt like he had been sick all over, so he used the excuse that his brother had fallen down the stairs to successfully skip evening self-study and take a taxi to Antler Road.
On the way, Chu Ziyu's cheeks were flushed red from the strong air conditioning in the car. He hugged his schoolbag tightly, which was usually flat but was now bulging exaggeratedly for the first time.
His backpack was filled with chocolates and candies that his mother had brought back from abroad last week, as well as a particularly large red apple.
Chu Ziyu ate all the candies and chocolates, then picked out the ones he thought were the best and filled his backpack with them.
Chu Ziyu was confident.
His plan today was perfect: go to The Antler Alley, pay any random passerby to deliver the candy into the store, Shen Huaiyu would never know that he was the one behind it all!
When the taxi arrived at the Antler Alley, it was a pedestrian street ahead and the car couldn't proceed, so Chu Ziyu got out.
On Christmas Eve, the street was bustling with activity. Every shop was decorated with festive decorations, and the flow of people was explosive, with people shoulder to shoulder. Chu Ziyu carefully squeezed forward, carrying her schoolbag, and could vaguely hear arguing ahead.
"I'm your uncle! You and your mother live in my house eating and drinking for free, so you should give me all the money you earn!"
Even on the bustling pedestrian street, the man's cursing was still outstanding and could be heard Qingqing.
Chu Ziyu worked even harder, eager to see what the commotion was about.
Clang!
With a loud crash, the crowd in front scattered. Chu Ziyu, clutching his schoolbag, was pushed to the very front. He managed to stand firmly on his toes, surrounded by promotional merchandise scattered everywhere. A meter or two in front of him, a convenience store's attractive display cart lay overturned.
A middle-aged man, his face flushed and neck red, was pointing at a boy and cursing.
Chu Ziyu followed his finger and saw Shen Huaiyu wearing a dark red apron with Christmas trees and convenience store logos printed on it.