On Saturday, it is the smell of rain that washes everything, and on Sunday, it is the light chestnut fragrance like cream.
Therefore, Chi Xueyan stood in front of the water dispenser on Monday, watching the clear water pour into the transparent glass, and couldn't help thinking that it was indeed a pleasant enough weekend.
An unforgettable summer weekend.
When a new week came, as soon as he entered the clinic, he asked the leader for leave for the next few days to prepare for the wedding on Saturday.
For a while, the whole clinic was discussing the news of Dr. Chi's marriage leave. Chi Xueyan's clinic seemed to become a public rest room. When it was lunch break, she was full of gossip eyes, trying to find out what his lover looked like.
Thinking of He Qiao's family background and the reputation he may have in the future, in order to avoid more questions, Chi Xueyan cleverly chose to fool around.
"Dr. Chi, why haven't I heard you say you have a boyfriend! When did you talk about it?"
"We talked faster. It's a flash marriage." Chi Xueyan said, "I'll bring you wedding candy next week."
"Flash marriage, so romantic! Did you meet on a blind date? I heard that the other party's conditions are very good.
Hearing this question, Chi Xueyan looked at his curious colleague and remembered Dr. Xu, who had not bothered him recently, with a subtle smile on his face.
"No, he is very ordinary. His biggest advantage is his good temper."
There is no need to formally introduce He Qiao. Anyway, they just agreed to get married.
It's just a marriage by agreement.
Finally, he sent away his gossip colleagues. Chi Xueyan looked at the mobile phone that was lit up on the desktop, and the lock screen was full of unread messages.
Ninety percent come from the same person.
Su Yu, the lawyer and bad friend who helped him draft the prenuptial agreement.
[Su Yu: Don't forget it at 8 p.m. on Thursday.]
[Su Yu: I have arranged everything. You just need to be there on time.]
[Su Yu: Thursday, Thursday, Thursday! It's your favorite SCA!]
Since the wedding date is approaching, Chi Xueyan has been bombarded with tireless news several times every day, as if he was afraid that he would not come.
Chi Xueyan, who can guess what Su Yu will do with her heels, really doesn't want to go there.
But just as He Qiao was going to take him to see his friends to announce his relationship, he had no reason to refuse the premarital bachelor party enthusiastically prepared for him by his friends.
However, the difference is that there is no need for He Qiao to attend this party.
Fortunately, He Qiao didn't use it.
On Thursday night, there are less than 48 hours left before the wedding.
The black extra-lengthened luxury car stopped at the door of the SCA bar where the neon sign was lit.
Chi Xueyan in the back seat was about to open the door of the car. He Qiao next to him asked him, "Will I pick you up after the end?"
"No, I may have to play until midnight, and they will call a car to take me back." Chi Xueyan got out of the car and looked back at him and waved to him, "See you tomorrow."
Hearing in the middle of the night, He Hashimoto wanted to say something, but he still responded gently, "Okay, see you tomorrow."
When Chi Xueyan closed the door, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the black luxury car slowly drove away.
They just came back from the wedding venue. Under the guidance of professional designers, it was beautifully decorated.
In the past few days, neither of them has driven their own car. Because of so many trivial things, they often answer all kinds of calls. They also have to discuss the details of the wedding that suddenly changed at any time, and simply let the driver drive.
Coincidentally, He Qiao, who has a new identity after contact with the family business, is naturally matched with a driver and a new car with a more calm temperament.
He is always good at borrowing questions.
What's more, He Qiao was also lucky enough to pick up a business genius on a rainstorm night, which surprised his father who thought he was messing around for love again.
Everything went as he expected.
He became the actual controller of Wanjia Media and the investor of Ye Qing Company.
It should be equipped with a car that is more in line with the identity at this moment.
Chi Xueyan saw the vehicle leave, turned his head into the bar, and pushed open the door with the suspension sign.
As soon as he appeared, he bumped into the ribbon flying all over the sky.
There were also extremely untidy cheers that suddenly sounded around.
"Happy wedding!!"
"I want to be single!!"
"No love!!"
... It's a mess, and there are all kinds of shouts.
There is no sweet-smelling simulated blood plasma in today's bar, and the dim and hazed lights are as usual.
However, the small stage in front of the singer's performance was specially decorated. There was an overly familiar poster on the background wall, and there were four neat bands on the stage, keyboards, guitars, bass, drums, as if a band was about to perform.
In front of him were full of college friends, with familiar faces full of smiles, and a lively atmosphere rushed towards him.
Chi Xueyan smiled and took off the ribbon that fell on her hair, looked at Su Yu, who was the most proud in the crowd, and then pointed a crisp middle finger at him again.
He knew that there would be this.
The poster next to the stage is printed with the logo of the university and the name of the program, with four green but energetic faces on it.
This is the band that Chi Xueyan played in college.
On the poster, there is a smiling lead singer and guitar, a gentle keyboard, and a cool female drummer with makeup.
Today, they are all here. Their faces are much more mature than in the past, but the shape is a replica of that year.
Occupying the center of the poster is a unrestrained bassist with a slightly messy short hair and a small black snowflake in his fair ear.
At that time, Chi Xueyan was still black-haired.
Su Yu didn't mind his middle finger at all. He opened his arms with a smile and gave him a gloating hug through the air: "You know, we have been looking forward to this day for a long time."
Chi Xueyan gave him a roll word mercilessly, but still smiled and walked to these friends who he didn't see much after graduation.
When I was in college, there was a roommate who loved to play musical instruments and could do almost everything. He especially wanted to find someone to form a band to play.
Chi Xueyan listened to his solo recital in the dormitory every day. She became interested and decided to learn from him.
The guitarist has an excess supply, the keyboard is always low and the neck is sore, and the drum set is too exhausting.
Picking and choosing, he chose the most inconspicuous bass.
In the later band, the bassist, who usually has no sense of existence, became the most dazzling person on the stage.
Chi Xueyan thinks that this is because the bass is a sexy instrument.
Others think it's mainly because the bassist is too handsome.
At the orientation party of his sophomore year, Chi Xueyan, who finally changed from a junior to a senior, performed with the band members.
The clear and bright sound echoed in the early autumn night.
He still remembers the song called Perfect Summer.
This is the most suitable song to sing to your heart when the summer is over. Nine out of ten bands have lined up this song.
At the end of the song, among the students cheering and applauding below the stage, a red-faced girl rushed up and stuffed him with a large handful of beautiful flowers without saying a word, as if she was too nervous to speak.
The students below suddenly began to coax like crazy. The hormones of youth were pervasive. Someone shouted for her: "Basser! Do you like to fall in love?"
Then, both men and women began to shout together.
In the roaring sound, the bassist on the stage looked at the bouquet of flowers nearby, seemed to think for a while, and then calmly stretched out his hand to the lead singer beside him.
The lead singer, who was watching the excitement, flashed and handed over the microphone in front of him with the shelf.
The bassist, with dark black hair soaked in sweat in front of his forehead, casually grabbed the inclined microphone, lowered his eyes, and spoke directly.
"Sorry, I prefer to be single."
The clear and cold voice spread through the microphone to every corner of the auditorium.
The students were even more excited because of this, and the screams almost overturned the roof. It took a long time for them to gradually calm down.
In Su Yu's words, Chi Xueyan became famous in the First World War.
The whole school knows that there is a handsome sophomore boy who can play the bass. He doesn't want to fall in love and prefers to be single.
His original intention was to avoid trouble, so he simply refused all in one breath.
As a result, more people chased him after that.
Chi Xueyan once found it difficult to understand the brain circuit of these people.
Now that I think about it, maybe it's like him in the story who unilaterally pursues Lu Siyi.
People always like to chase unattainable illusions.
Similarly, they also like the moment when the dream that they said they would not fall in love suddenly fell into the world.
For example, tonight, the stage was specially repreated.
The night is getting dark outside, but the atmosphere in the bar is getting more and more noisy.
Drinks, alcohol and snacks are provided unlimitedly. The owner, Wang Shaojing, happily mixed wine behind the bar, listening to Chi Xueyan's friends talking about past gossip and interesting things.
This is a rare opportunity for students to get together after graduation.
Many people are curious about Chi Xueyan's newlywed partner, but they know his temper well. They didn't ask much, just a few simple chats. Anyway, they can see it with their own eyes at the wedding the day after tomorrow.
Among the people present, Su Yu, the only one who has seen He Qiao, was the most emotional.
He was almost drunk and sighed next to Chi Xueyan: "Seriously, I was very surprised that day. Even if you have a partner, I thought the other party should be a more, more..."
Su Yu struggled for a long time and couldn't find a suitable adjective. Chi Xueyan casually said, "Crazier?"
"...What you said is not what I said!" Su Yu giggled and said in a beaten tone, "And you two signed such a cold prenuptial agreement. For a moment, I thought you were going to fake marriage to deal with your aunt."
"But I think you are not the kind of person who will wrong yourself. And you also added that article. I've never seen anyone write this in the agreement - not allowed to file for divorce unilaterally?"
A serious lawyer in ordinary days has become a nagging drunkard: "So I guess you must still love each other. Anyway, there are many ways to love. Maybe you will love strangely and especially..."
When Chi Xueyan heard the sentence of love, she paused at the fingertips of the bar taking wine.
The next second, he still put the wine glass in front of Su Yu, who was talking nonsense, and wanted to get people drunk quickly.
Unfortunately, even though Su Yu drank so much that his tongue was big, he did not forget the business that had to be done tonight. From time to time, he urged: "Quick, come on the stage! Program!"
Near midnight, the atmosphere soaked in alcohol gradually reached its peak, and everyone was coaxing.
Chi Xueyan looked at the band members who had been premeditated, and had no choice but to walk to the stage full of lights.
I hope he hasn't forgotten his fingering.
The melodious and moving melody quickly spread throughout the space.
Outside the bar, the black car stopped under the dim yellow street lamp, and a man in a white shirt came out of the back seat.
He walked to the door of the store with the suspension sign and heard the faint music flowing from inside.
He Qiao's steps paused for a moment, and then reached out and gently pushed the door open.
Chi Xueyan said that he didn't need him to pick him up tonight and would call a car home.
But it's midnight now.
Out of duty, he should care about his partner who drinks with his friends until late at night.
Maybe it's also because of a trace of curiosity.
Except for Su Yu, he has not been in contact with Chi Xueyan's other circle of friends.
He Qiao walked into the bar, and a clearer music suddenly sounded in his ears.
He walked through the porch, adapting to the suddenly dimming light, and his eyes swept through the quiet listening crowd around him, looking for a figure that was getting more and more familiar.
There is a band performing on the stage in the bar. The music is clean and pure without plugging in, which makes the song full of clear power.
A strange male voice sang a song for his lover, which is the arding midsummer that I can't forget in my memory.
At this time, it is the summer night when the typhoon dissipates.
He sang to the end, and the melody faded. When the keyboard player pressed the last key, there was a sudden burst of intense applause and cheers from the originally quiet audience.
It seems that they have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
He Qiao heard someone shout: "Basser! Do you want fall in love or not!!"
This sound seemed to ignite bright fireworks, and everyone shouted and threw flowers from nowhere on the stage. The atmosphere in the bar was almost boiling.
He Qiao looked over with their line of sight.
Then he stopped in place in a dastination.
He saw the man who had not been found in the crowd just now.
On the stage, the temperamental red-haired young man carried a bass on his back, and his eyes looked helplessly at the flowers flying to him overwhelmingly below.
There is a large poster on the background wall behind him. He still has black hair, delicate and green eyebrows, and a smile that seems to be closer to the crowd.
This is the Chi Xueyan that He Qiao has never seen.
Whether in the poster or on the stage.
The audience shouted excitedly that the bassist would not fall in love, and the sound surged like a tide, as if they would not give up without an answer.
So the red-haired young man gave up resistance and let go of his fingers on the strings. As he did when he was a student, he leaned over and held the microphone rack handed over by the lead singer. He lowered his eyes, but he could not hide the smile on his fair face.
In the extremely warm screams, the bassist's lazy voice crossed a long distance and fell into his lover's ears clearly.
"Sorry, I'm married."