As Jiang Jianhuan's drowsiness faded, she pulled this memory from the corner of her mind. She suddenly opened her eyes, covered herself with the blanket, and sat up.
"Is she the female singer who gave you the vase?"
"Mm." Su Mo nodded.
"I'm going." Jiang Jianhuan hadn't even finished speaking when she got off the recliner, wrapped a blanket in one hand, and walked into the room.
"Wait for me to change my clothes, I'll be done soon."
Su Mo stood there, watching her hurried figure disappear into the distance. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but cover her forehead and laugh.
Chapter 64
Jiang Jianhuan spent a long time choosing in front of the wardrobe, and finally decided to go for the casual look, the kind where you can't tell where you're dressed, but you're definitely beautiful from head to toe.
Time was short, and she didn't have time to think things through carefully. Jiang Jianhuan only picked out a black turtleneck wool dress, a plaid casual suit, and finally a camel coat with a large fur collar and hood.
Long stockings, lambskin boots, and a small brown bag.
Her long, slightly wavy black hair was loose, her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and she wore a bright red lipstick.
Jiang Jianhuan admired the person in the mirror, then pushed open the door and went out with satisfaction.
Su Mo had been waiting for a long time. When she saw her come out, he turned his head and looked at her. His gaze fell on her lips, and he had a restless feeling.
He pressed down and simply took her hand.
Let's go.
The restaurant was located in a secluded alley in Jiangcheng. It was a privately owned hot pot restaurant with decades of history. I heard that the owner's ancestors came from the palace, and the spices and other ingredients were all made using secret recipes passed down through generations.
Jiang Jianhuan followed Su Mo inside. Outside, there were green walls and black tiles, which looked very old. But inside, it was a clean and tidy courtyard, filled with a strong historical atmosphere, just like the old buildings in the movies he watched when he was a child.
"Do you come here often?" she couldn't help but ask, and Su Mo smiled.
Winter will come occasionally.
She was led into one of the rooms, and pushed open the wooden door with its peeling red paint. Inside, a group of people were sitting around a table.
In the center of the wooden table, whose original color was no longer discernible, sat a steaming hot pot—the kind of old-fashioned copper pot heated by charcoal, with a raised cylinder in the middle and a ring of red oil broth bubbling around it.
"Hey, Su Mo's here!" Someone greeted him first, and the others turned their heads to look over. When they saw Jiang Jianhuan, whom he was holding hands with, they were unsurprisingly stunned for a moment.
"This is..."
"This is my girlfriend, Jiang Jianhuan," Su Mo introduced. Two empty seats were made available, and he pulled Jiang Jianhuan to sit down.
The room was heated, making it much warmer than outside. Su Mo took off her coat and hung it on the back of the chair, then reached out and took off her overcoat, her movements extremely natural. She then introduced the group of people to Jiang Jianhuan.
"This is Xu Bing, the producer. You can just call him Lao Xu," Su Mo said, pointing to the burly man with a large beard across the street. Jiang Jianhuan smiled and nodded.
"Hello."
Hello, hello.
"This is Aqi, a singer. Mo Ye... Zhao Ran, Su Shan, they're all the same, they all make their own music." Su Mo introduced them one by one, and Jiang Jianhuan greeted them all.
There were many familiar names among them, some very famous, and some rarely heard of. Jiang Jianhuan did not show any other emotions, but simply smiled and nodded to express his goodwill.
When Jiang Jianhuan's gaze finally fell on Su Shan, he paused slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.
Su Shan's temperament and style perfectly match the image of a folk female singer. She has long hair, wears a large shirt and sweater, and has two silver bracelets and a red agate bracelet on her slender, fair wrists. There is a dark blue tattoo on her wrist bone that reads a Spanish phrase.
She is a very special person.
She had a small face, a slightly pointed chin, and long, upturned eyes. She wore bright red lipstick, and her skin was pale and cool, giving her an indescribable charm.
"You're covered up pretty well..." After the introduction, she glanced at Su Mo and made a cryptic joke.
Su Mo lowered her eyes and smiled, without replying.
“Yeah, how long have you been keeping this from us?!” someone else chimed in, and Su Mo could only offer an explanation.
"We were classmates in college."
"Wow! They've known each other since they were little!" Upon hearing this, everyone immediately cheered, and their expressions subtly changed.
In this circle, there are too many people who are after fame and fortune, and even feelings are no longer as pure as before. Many people come for the halo they wear. It is a rare treat to meet someone who only sees you.
"Not bad, not bad." A young man shook his head, holding a chopstick, his eyes revealing neither blessing nor envy.
"Could it be... that this is your white moonlight?" Amidst the laughter and banter, Su Shan's hesitant question stood out, as she held a wine glass and looked at the two of them with a half-smile.
"Yo—"
"There's a story behind it!"
"Quickly, tell the truth."
Jiang Jianhuan also looked up at Su Mo, a smile on his face but not in his eyes. He rubbed his forehead, looking somewhat helpless.
"We were together in college, but we broke up because of a misunderstanding. Now we're back together."
Wow!
"I really didn't expect this!"
"So that's the story behind it. We have to have a drink with you. Come on, come on."
With great enthusiasm, Su Mo couldn't refuse, and her cup was filled, with the group lightly clinking glasses.
Wishing you both a long and happy marriage.
"Happy and fulfilling".