Jian Chun put down the glass and swallowed the wine in her mouth: “He said he wanted to start a business and went to inspect the project.”
“Really starting a business?”
“I don’t know if it’s true or not. Anyway, I haven’t seen him for a long time. I just received a text message from him.”
Song Qingqing suddenly said: “That text message was not short at all. It had to be about 800 words, and it was divided into several paragraphs before it was sent.”
Zhang Guangfa couldn’t help but reveal a hint of curiosity: “Did you write a composition with so many words?”
“almost……”
Last spring, because she didn’t want to delay Zhuang Chen, Jian Chun began to deliberately keep her distance from him, even refusing to accept milk tea.
Since then, Zhuang Chen’s desire to start a business has been very strong.
Some time ago, when the Spring Festival was approaching, Zhuang Chen had a few drinks with some rich second-generation friends, and after some bragging, he finally decided to put it into practice.
Although he had no idea what to do, Zhuang Chen’s first step in starting a business was to write a short composition. The first half recalled the past of the two of them, the middle half fantasized about their future, and the last half said that he would come back to pick him up on colorful clouds.
It was true and sincere, every word was exquisite, and he cried when he wrote it.
Master Zhuang just regretted it. If he had known it, he would have written it by hand. In this case, she could even see my tear stains on the paper!
But what he didn’t know was that Jian Chun’s first reaction after receiving the news was that it was too long.
Then she saw that Master Zhuang said he wanted to start a business, so she stopped reading.
“Jian Chun, can you show us Zhuang Chen’s composition?”
“Yes, show us what is written in such a long farewell letter!”
At this time, the people at the dinner table began to boo, with smiles on their faces as if they were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Jiang Qin turned to look at them and frowned slightly: “Looking at it, I want to read it myself.”
“That’s right, do you understand respecting privacy?”
Cao Guangyu roared in a fake tone, stretched out his hand and handed over a bunch of roasted garlic: “Lao Jiang, here is a bunch, the roast is quite fragrant.”
Jiang Qin waved his hand: “No, I won’t eat.”
“Why?”
“It tastes bad in your mouth.”
“Just go back to the dormitory and brush your teeth.”