Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

The breakup happened silently. Jin Yuanyuan's reaction time was too slow; she only realized what had happened afterward, but by then Zhang Dali was nowhere to be found.

Of course, her life was also very exciting afterward, and she gradually let go of her first love from her student days. When she occasionally thought about it, she would just laugh at herself for being a little silly.

Seeing young student couples riding bicycles on the street, the girl sitting on the crossbar leaning against the boy's lap, she would sigh with admiration; seeing high school students chanting slogans in preparation for the college entrance exam, she would remember herself and Zhang Dali standing in the last row of the classroom, creating bulletin boards and reciting those grand pronouncements… It was a somewhat sultry summer day, and when the sunlight streamed in, it shone on Zhang Dali's face, turning his eyes a brownish hue, always making him look different. His hands were large and strong, and when their heads touched, they both laughed out loud. The temperature of his thin lips was just right, though they trembled slightly. Actually, she was trembling a little too, and she really wanted to laugh…

But so what?

Those scenes were like scenes from a movie about my youth, appearing in my mind late at night, flashing by and then forgotten, leaving me with regret and sadness.

Later, I heard from some classmates that Zhang Dali went to work at a bank after getting a master's degree in economics and management. He then married a colleague at the bank, bought a house and a car in Shanghai, and is living a good life... What else is there to say?

past.

But today, right here, she actually saw Zhang Dali.

He had matured a lot since then, his posture was upright, and his smile was radiant. In the next moment, Jin Yuanyuan could almost hear him say, "They all dislike me because I'm too smart and my ideas are too sophisticated for their own good!"

"Zhang Dali!" Jin Yuanyuan finally called out his name, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, my Yuanyuan!" Zhang Dali hugged Jin Yuanyuan tightly again, sighing with emotion.

The scene of meeting her first love, her white moonlight, was finally over. Jin Yuanyuan was still a little embarrassed, after all, it was a genuine expression of her feelings and she was still feeling unsettled.

Zhang Dali and his colleague Ms. Zhang followed Jin Yuanyuan into the Jin Yaya Socks Factory. They sat in her office and smiled as they looked at the various materials that had been prepared. "Yuanyuan is still the same studious and good girl she always was. Everything is prepared. It's really reassuring."

Jin Yuanyuan had tears in her eyes.

Since they were acquaintances, there was less restraint in their conversation. Jin Yuanyuan explained why she needed a loan and even presented her three-year plan. When it comes to making plans and creating PowerPoint presentations, Jin Yuanyuan is an expert; that's what she did at her public relations firm.

This PowerPoint presentation, a full 100 pages long, was clearly analyzed, with detailed paragraphs and numerous animations, explaining the hosiery manufacturing process in great detail. Zhang Dali nodded repeatedly, extremely satisfied.

"I think I should go over this with our leaders again. Actually, you're only asking for a loan of 1500 million? Looking at this proposal, I think it's too little. Look at Datang Socks, they're talking about billions, they're so arrogant."

"Ah, this..." Jin Yuanyuan was a little apprehensive. She felt that her sock factory was at most a small to medium-sized enterprise, and she didn't actually have that much ambition.

"Yuanyuan, it's a good thing to have big dreams." Zhang Dali's smiling eyes made her heart pound.

When Cao Xiaoyu, who had just finished sweeping the workshop, walked in, they were just talking about going to eat.

Cao Xiaoyu paused for a moment when she saw Zhang Dali before asking, "He looks really familiar?"

"Cao Xiaoyu!" Zhang Dali stretched out his hand to him. "Don't you remember? I'm Zhang Dali. Back then, you and Feiyan often went to Shanghai to see Yuanyuan on weekends, and the four of us would squat at the convenience store near the school gate eating popsicles!"

"...You..." Cao Xiaoyu was speechless. "How come you suddenly reappeared? Why did you just leave like that back then?"

"It's a long story, let's have a meal and talk about it slowly." Zhang Dali hugged Cao Xiaoyu tightly.

Ms. Zhang, a colleague at the bank, had no connection with them. The young woman packed up her documents and took a taxi back to Hangzhou. Zhang Dali insisted on staying, saying he wanted to see the place where Jin Yuanyuan grew up, something he had always wanted to do.

He is from Shanghai and works in the loan department of a major bank in Shanghai. He came here to help a branch bank in Hangzhou with loan confirmation.

The three of them went to Jin Yaya's Little Restaurant, the place Jin Yuanyuan and Zhang Dali had mentioned the most. At that time, she didn't want to go home; she just wanted to eat, do her homework, study, and watch TV at Jin Yaya's Little Restaurant, yearning for the outside world.

Fifteen years have passed, and it seems that everything has changed, yet nothing has changed at all.

After a few drinks, Zhang Dali brought up the time he saw men's clothes on Jin Yuanyuan's bed in her dorm room after returning to Shanghai from Beijing. "So, you had another boyfriend back then?"

"How come I didn't know?" Jin Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment. "I just remember that I went out with the professor to meet one of her friends that day. When I came back, my roommate said that a boy was looking for me. I think his name was something like Dali."

"Are those my clothes?" Cao Xiaoyu asked. "I live next door to her, and I often give my clothes to her and Jin Feiyan so they can wash them for me to save money. I remember it costs one or two yuan to wash clothes once."

"That's true. Jin Feiyan would often put it in a big bag and throw it to me, and I would just spread it out on the bed and wait until I had dried some more before putting it away."

"It turns out I was wrong." Zhang Dali's eyes were somewhat dim. "That day I thought you had a new boyfriend, so I was very sad and went back to Beijing. Later, I graduated step by step, went to graduate school, went to work at a bank, married a colleague, and then got divorced."

"...How could this happen?" Cao Xiaoyu spoke up for Jin Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan said you seemed to have come by, but her roommate couldn't quite put her finger on it. Later, she was busy studying for the IELTS, taking exams, and writing her thesis, and I didn't even see her. It wasn't until before she went abroad that I realized I hadn't been in contact with you for a long time. Yuanyuan cried a lot then, it was so heartbreaking..."

Talking about the past is like talking about a past life. But those vivid scenes come back to mind. The hurdles that were insurmountable back then seem like topics of conversation and jokes today, and only those involved know how much pain they felt.

Zhang Dali looked at Jin Yuanyuan, seemingly with a thousand words to say, but ultimately unable to utter a single one. He drank heavily and shed tears.

Jin Yuanyuan looked at the proud boy from back then, now sitting right in front of her, and all she wanted to do was hold his hand.