Tinglan was in a trance for a moment, as if some long-lasting memories popped out in his mind, but they disappeared quickly, making people unable to grasp.

I haven't seen him for a long time, but Lu Kuo's enthusiasm remains the same.

Zhuo Yuan next to him felt a little alienated and walked behind Lu Kuo.

I came back in a hurry on Christmas, participated in this exhibition that had nothing to do with his company's business, and even called Lu Kuo to ease the atmosphere. I was still wondering whether it was worth it.

However, looking at her from such a distance, when she was abroad, all the impetuosity that popped up in her heart from time to time disappeared and calmed down instantly, and everything was worth it.

Tinglan handed him the pen: "Is Zhuo always? Sign here."

She received him politely and unfamiliarly.

However, with her short two sentences, Zhuo Yu'an's heart was full and full.

It has been a long time, except for the first year of high school, they had normal communication, and in the next 6 years, she hardly saw him directly, let alone actively said a word to him.

6 years, it has already been 6 years.

He took the pen and wrote down his name seriously on the sign-in pad, not in Chinese characters, but in Zhuoyuan's pinyin.

It's kind of ridiculous, he tried to use these pinyin to arouse her even a little sense of familiarity.

After signing the name, she stretched out her hand to take the pen in his hand. Her hand was white and slender. When Zhuo Yuan handed her the pen unintentionally or intentionally, he did not immediately let go of holding the pen and pulled with her.

Ting Lan was unclear, so he raised his eyes to look at him.

Because of her high heels, she is almost as tall as the tip of his nose.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Zhuo Yuan seemed to fall into her clear eyes, and subconsciously took her breath. Very close, close enough to see the fine fluff on her face.

Not only did he stop breathing, he was also deaf in his ears.

Until Tinglan politely withdrew the pen from his hand and said, "Please, please."

All his consciousness came back, and the whole process took less than a minute.

In the past few years, he has been abroad, and his studies and entrepreneurship have squeezed all his time and energy. It is not practical to say how much he misses her, or how much he loves her.

When will you think of her? On certain festivals, when the streets are full of festive atmosphere, his heart will suddenly sink, thinking that if she is by his side, it will be fine.

And occasionally when talking to Wang Yan and Wen Jian about his future life, he didn't deliberately substitute for her, but naturally, she was in those plans.

At this moment, he stood at the sign-in area and didn't move, and Tinglan had already turned to work on other things.

"Need help?" he asked suddenly.

Tinglan looked back at him and waved his hand hurriedly: "No need, the exhibition has already started, you can go in directly."

I used the word "you" without knowing it, and with respect and inferiority, it also made this sense of distance farther away.

Zhuo Yuan was awkward when he heard this word.

Lu Kuo, who has always been an invisible person next to him, laughed at this: "Ting Lan, what do you do with such a life, we are all old classmates."

Affected by Lu Kuo's emotions, Tinglan also smiled, "Because I am working."

Seeing her smile, Zhuo Yuan finally relaxed his heart that had been strained because of the meeting, and took a look at Lu Kuo.

Lu Kuo immediately understood:

"Ting Lan, at that moment you are finished and can't work, I will invite you to dinner."

"That's it."

Tinglan’s overall state of being has recently become much more relaxed than before. Because work and life are moving in a good direction, and the shadow of her family in the past has gradually faded, so she is not so repulsive to Qi Ning’s classmates. Did not refuse Lu Kuo.

As Lin Zhiyi said, there is no harm in being more social and seeing people.

This exhibition was hosted by their company. As the largest domestic partner of this inkjet printer company, Shi Yan would naturally take the stage to give a speech and give everyone a general introduction.

He has a suit and leather shoes, is personable on stage, has humorous speech, and has a very personal charm.

After Tinglan received the guests at the entrance, he returned to the main exhibition area and stood on one side to listen carefully and learn more about the industry.

Lin Zhiyi did not come to work normally at the company, so she asked her to take more pictures of her teacher at home. Dinglan cooperated and not only took photos, but also recorded videos and sent them to her.

Lin Zhitong licked the screen frantically with her mobile phone: Take more shots, the distance is too far, come closer and take photos.

Tinglan walked a few steps forward obediently, squatting not far from the stage, taking photos from multiple angles with all her due diligence.

After Lin Zhitong watched a photo or a video, he sent a long section: Ahhhhh.

Ting Lan thought of Lin Zhiyi’s nymphomaniac appearance, couldn’t help but patted and laughed. He was too involved in the shot. When he stepped back two steps, he bumped into the person behind him, and accidentally stepped on the foot of the person behind. He stumbled and almost stumbled. fall.

The person behind reached out and grabbed her arm, a little harder, to stabilize her.

"Sorry."

"thank you,"

She hurriedly turned around, apologizing and thanking again.

Because she was too close, she raised her head to apologize, and almost rubbed the chin of the person behind, her arm held and her body next to her body.

It was Zhuo Yu'an. He focused all his attention on her during the whole event. It was a joy from the heart to see her smiling all the way and shooting the men on stage from all angles.

It was originally a few steps away. She was too self-conscious to shoot, and after a few steps back, she ran into him.

Holding her arm at this time, he suddenly remembered the photo of the cafe Lu Kuo had sent him two years ago. At that time, he felt that her arm was so thin that it could be broken by a single break.

It's winter, and his palms can fit her arms just right across her clothes.

It's not that you can't let go, but you don't want to let go, with a little strength that is unique to him and hard to be noticed.

Ting Lan said again: "Thank you."

Then his eyes fell on his faintly white hand, indicating that he could let go.

"Stand steady?" Zhuo Yuan asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." She nodded, just wanting to leave him quickly, for some reason, he gave her a strong sense of oppression.

Obviously people of the same age, but because of different experiences or environments, the auras of the two are completely opposite. He has the sense of elites of successful people, and she is just a rookie who is new to the workplace.

Shi Yan's speech was nearing the end. Lin Zhitong saw that after listening to Lan for a while, he didn't send any video to her again, so he yelled in WeChat.

Ting Lan was embarrassed and ran to the front again. Standing in the crowd, he had to pad his toes and held the phone to continue shooting. After holding it for a few seconds, his hands became a little sore.

At this moment, a hand passed over her head and directly took her mobile phone:

"I'll help you."

Ting Lan turned around and saw Zhuo Yu'an holding her mobile phone, easily taking pictures of Shiyan in front of her.