Seven years after my death, the male protagonist of the substitute novel was criticized

Chapter 21 Miss Lin, can we meet again when you have time?
There are many clothing brands in Hai City. Nearly half of the land in the city center, where every inch of land is valuable, is occupied by independent buildings of various big brands.

Lin Lu followed Pei Yizhou closely and was led by the shopping guide to the third floor of a men's clothing brand. There was a door on the side and back of the fitting area. After entering, there was a separate display area and VIP fitting area.

Her clothing shopping experience remained at the same level as nine years ago. Entering this VIP area was like entering a Korean movie box. The look in her eyes when she looked at Pei Yizhou seemed to say, "It turns out that men are not good when they have money."

Pei Yizhou couldn't understand her every mental activity, so he didn't understand what she was thinking now. He sat on the sofa with his arm around her, waiting for the shopping guide to take out all the new styles of the season and show them to her.

A row of mannequins were pushed out. Although the colors and styles of the men's clothes were not bold and innovative, they were well made and looked elegant even when worn on the mannequins. Add in the price, and it was even more not to be underestimated.

Lin Lu tried hard to adapt to the identity of a wealthy customer. He looked at the clothes one by one and chose three. He reached out and touched the three-piece suit with a vest. The salesperson next to him immediately introduced it to him and said he could try it on.

She just smiled and said she would take a look, then returned to the sofa and pretended to discuss with Pei Yizhou, but in fact she whispered in his ear: "I only have a budget of 5,000 yuan, and the clothes here look like they cost more than 5,000 yuan. Will it have any impact if I don't buy them after trying them on?"

Pei Yizhou tilted his head slightly while leaning against her and whispered in her ear, "No. If you really like any of the items and 5,000 yuan is not enough, I can help you make up the difference and give it to you as your pocket money for next month in advance."

His breath was so close that Lin Lu always suspected that his lips touched the hair on her ear for a moment.

But there were outsiders here, and it was obvious that Pei Yizhou would not be so clueless. She thought about this sure-win idea and gladly accepted it.

"Although I want to use this money to buy you something, my income can't keep up with the rising prices..."

Pei Yizhou couldn't wait to pay, and directly transferred some money to her card: "This is enough, you can buy it in full."

Lin Lu: “…” If you don’t understand rich people, then just rob the rich to help the poor.

She was confident enough, pointed at the three-piece suit, asked the salesperson to help her get a new one, and said to Pei Yizhou: "I think this one will look good on you, why don't you try it on?"

"Okay." Pei Yizhou didn't even look at what the suit looked like. He stood up, took off his suit jacket, put it on her legs, and walked into the fitting room with a smile.

Lin Lu didn't think there was anything wrong with helping her brother get his clothes. When Pei Yizhou took her with him to play ball with his friends, she would also help keep the clothes, although many times the clothes would end up on herself.

The only difference is that the denim jacket has become a suit, and the refreshing soap scent has turned into a mature cedar wood scent.

When Pei Yizhou entered the fitting room, she was planning to pick out a few more sets of clothes, but her cell phone vibrated twice after a long absence, and the set reminder tone clicked twice.

She doesn't know many people in the company. Sister Chen and the others never disturb her after get off work. Among her former classmates and friends, she only keeps in touch with Ding Zitong. Who could be sending her messages?
Lin Lu seemed to have some sense of something, so he took out his cell phone and saw that it was indeed Duan Chengyu.

Before she even read the content of the message, the corners of her mouth curled up - since they separated in the supermarket that day, this new friend has not made any move. At that time, with the subtle sense of superiority as a person with experience, she was very tolerant and thought that he must need some time to digest this matter, so she did not take the initiative to contact Duan Chengyu.

Now that Duan Chengyu has contacted her, he must have thought it through.

[Ms. Lin, are you free to meet me recently? ]

[I had a dream recently. I dreamed of you, but not in Antarctica. I thought it was on a road. I want to talk to you.]

Duan Chengyu also dreamed? Lin Lu touched the edge of the phone case, and did not rush to reply to the message. He thought of his previous thoughts: What is the medium of "dream"?

Was it the memory of her past life? A hint from God? Or was it some kind of magical phenomenon caused by some scientific magnetic field? After she arrived in the world nine years later, she began to dream about Duan Chengyu and the Antarctic ice sheet. She even believed that the contents of these dreams were not fictional. Duan Chengyu didn't remember anything at first, but he also began to dream about her after meeting her twice.

This is strange.

Many dream interpreters believe that dreaming is a projection of strong emotions, such as fear, panic, and desire. Before the dreamer realizes it, many objects in the dream have already predicted the dreamer’s current situation and psychological state.

So what happened to them? She disappeared in the afternoon of the second day after she turned eighteen, and she had no memory of those few hours. Could it be related to Duan Chengyu?
After thinking it over again, Lin Lu carefully replied.

[Is the dream still clear after waking up? Maybe you suddenly dreamed of me once after we met. ]

She was now more cautious, wanting to make sure that Duan Chengyu's dream corresponded to hers and was not just a coincidence.

Duan Chengyu quickly replied: [I don’t know your definition of clarity. I don’t remember the background, the conversation, or our clothes in the dream, but I saw you crying and your face was very clear.]

[Then I suggest that we don’t meet this time. You need to try and see if you thought about my name too many times after the last time we met, so you dreamed about me.]

Duan Chengyu replied after a long pause: [This conversation is a little ambiguous, Miss Lin. I shouldn't be so easily attracted by flirting tactics that are not very sophisticated. But I think the opposite of you. I think it was our meeting that caused me to have the dream. I need to see you a few more times to see if I will continue to have other dreams, such as dreaming about Antarctica.]

These words have a strong personal style. Lin Lu can easily imagine what tone and expression Duan Chengyu would have if he said this in person.

She chuckled subconsciously and typed: [I didn't say anything about having a crush on you. I just wanted you to rule out the possibility of chance. We can meet, but we can only meet after you stop dreaming about me during this period of time.]

Duan Chengyu: [Sure. Based on your dreaming frequency, how long do you think the intervals should be?]

【About a week.】

Duan Chengyu: [Five days, I have to go on a business trip in a week. I suggest that we meet after five days as the first course of treatment, and then meet again after three days as the second course of treatment.]

[Your suggestion was not adopted. Mr. Duan, your conversation is a bit ambiguous. I am still young, so you don’t have to rush your flirting plan.]

Duan Chengyu: [……]

Duan Chengyu: [OK, I surrender, and I will stop using this word in the future.]

Lin Lu couldn't hold back her laughter, her attention was completely on the mobile phone screen, and the salesperson called her twice before she heard it.

"Mr. Pei has tried on his clothes. Please come over and take a look."

She quickly stood up, turned off her phone and put it in her pocket, feeling guilty for flirting with someone else behind her wife who was trying on wedding dresses.

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