Chapter 1 He is back

At five o'clock in the morning, the night has not yet faded, and Jiangcheng has begun to get hot and humid.

In the rental house, the curtains were fully drawn to isolate the noisy colors outside, and An Wen slept soundly in the darkness.

"Ding ding..." A series of text messages sounded.

An Wei frowned and moved her body, hugged the quilt tighter, and continued to sleep.

"Ding ding..." The ringtone of the phone continued, coupled with the annoying vibration, An Wen turned over dissatisfied, frowned, and groped around.

After finally reaching the phone on the bedside, she opened it with difficulty and glanced at the screen.

It was a text message from Shen Linghui, her college classmate and roommate who lived in the same dormitory.

"An Wen, there will be a class reunion at Wangjiang Building at 11 o'clock today, will you come?"

"Dong Yihang is back! He will come too!"

"Hurry up and decide to participate, Dong Yihang is back!!!"

An Wen dully turned off her phone, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

Three seconds later, she sat up suddenly and threw away the phone in her hand as if her hands were hot.

The newly bought Huawei mobile phone fell to the ground with a clang. She didn't know if it was broken or not, but An Wen didn't care. She sat on the bedside, her eyes slowly focused, and then lay down as if nothing had happened, wanting to continue sleeping, but this time At that time, I couldn't fall asleep again no matter what.

She got out of bed, slowly picked up her new mobile phone, and entered the washroom without even looking at it.

Maybe she didn't sleep well, her eyes were sore, and she looked a little confused in the mirror, but the redness in her eyes was very obvious.

"Water got into your eyes, right?" An Wen murmured to himself, lowered his head, picked up a handful of water, and rubbed it into his eyes.

Auntie has already gotten up and is busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

An Wen walked out of the room and began to reply to the text message, "I'm not going, I'm busy."

Preparations for the class reunion started a month in advance. Shen Linghui and other classmates also sent inquiries. An Wei had declined, but today Dong Yihang came back, and Shen Linghui was the first to send a message to An Wei.

"!!!" Shen Linghui sent a series of exclamation points, "An Wei, aren't you? It's Dong Yihang. We, the God of Nanda, weren't you chasing after others so passionately back then?"

That's right, Dong Yihang, the former male idol of Nantah University... she once really chased her passionately, but then...

An Wen's nose was slightly sour, he suppressed the astringency in his eyes, pursed his lips, turned off the phone screen, and did not reply.

"An An, you woke up so early?" Auntie looked at An An in surprise, "I didn't make breakfast."

"It's okay, I'm not eating at home. I got up early today and went downstairs for a walk before going to work. Auntie, after An Qi gets up, help me keep an eye on him." An Wen said.

An Qi is her eldest brother, a former genius boy who is only two years older than her.

At that time, he was admitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences through special admissions. He once had lofty ideals and aspired to be a researcher in aerospace technology.

Unfortunately, three years ago, after a car accident, his brain was injured and he only had the IQ of a seven-year-old.

An Wen wanted to make money to support her family, but she didn't worry about Anqi's life. Even though her life was in embarrassment, she still gritted her teeth and hired an aunt to take care of the lives of her brother and sister.

Auntie is usually responsible for following An Qi wherever he goes.

The aunt was very competent, but An Wen couldn't help but give her some instructions.

"I know how to do it, don't worry. You should take a walk. Staying next to the computer all day is the time to move around and keep your body healthy." The aunt said naggingly.

An Wen smiled and said, "Auntie, I don't sit all day."

"Then it's time to get active."

"good."

An Wen came out of the rental house and walked slowly along the sidewalk.

The tree paths here are great for walking.

Forty minutes later.

An Wen sat in front of the training room, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, quietly looking at a group of dancing students in ballet costumes, his eyes slowly changing.

His misty eyes shone with a hazy and envious light.

Things that I didn't care about before turned out to be so valuable after losing them.

She is a dance teacher at this training institution, but she never gives a demonstration.

Because her legs could no longer dance since the car accident. The doctor warned her that if she danced again, her legs would become useless.

Therefore, she never does strenuous exercise. The only exercise she does is walking, walking slowly.

In fact, the rental house was not far from the place where she trained, but she walked slowly over. It was obviously less than twenty minutes away, and she walked for thirty minutes.

It's approaching eleven o'clock and get out of class is over.

An Wen's training ended today.

She packed her things and walked out.

As soon as he walked outside, An Wen hesitated and subconsciously wanted to turn around.

The place where she works is a nationally famous dance training institution, and the tuition is astonishingly expensive. The location is chosen next to Wangjiang Tower.

It is right next to Wangjiang Tower, so diners can clearly see the situation on her side when entering the restaurant, and can even say hello face to face.

An An didn't expect that when he came out ten minutes early, he would meet his classmates. It was already too late to hide. Shen Anhui was already waving to her vigorously, "An Wen, come here quickly.

"I still have to go to work." An Wen smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry..."

"We are all here, do you still want to join? You said you were on a business trip, why are you here?" Shen Linghui asked doubtfully, "Isn't it to participate in the class reunion?"

"No, I work here." An Wei said calmly.

"Uh, I forgot, you are a dance teacher." Shen Linghui suddenly realized, "No, since you are here, how can you not attend the party?"

"That's right, An Wen, do you look down on your old classmates? Why don't you want to participate when everyone is here?" Other students said resentfully.

An Wen's expression was slightly stagnant. She quickly scanned the crowd and didn't see Dong Yihang's figure, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, let's go, we haven't seen each other for three years, why don't we get together." Shen Linghui held An Wen's hand enthusiastically.

"Yes, An An, you are more beautiful than before. Are you too beautiful to be seen by us? Are you afraid that we will be separated?" A male classmate teased. An An remembered him as Yan Yuchen. , they didn’t have much interaction when they were in school.

"If you become beautiful, wouldn't you become a sissy?" Ruan Jiajia said sourly, with a look of displeasure on her face.

Ruan Jiajia is An Wen's roommate.

She also has another identity, the stepdaughter of An Wen's father...

This is a bloody fate, and because of this relationship, the relationship between An Wei and Ruan Jiajia has never been good.

Ruan Jiajia likes to use harsh words to attack her. Just like now, when someone praises An Ming for her beauty, Ruan Jiajia gets upset.

"Okay, let's go in quickly. Isn't it better to sit and enjoy it than to stand here?" Shen Linghui took An Wen and walked into Wangjiang Tower.

They booked a big box, where they could not only eat and drink, but also sing songs.

"An An, what are you doing now? Why don't you dance anymore?" At the dinner table, Ruan Jiajia stared at An An and asked, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

"It's a pity that you don't dance." Shen Linghui immediately nodded in agreement. Once, An Wen was the soul dancer among everyone. She didn't even need to work too hard to eclipse those dancers who had practiced hard for ten years.

Their teacher once said that An Wen was a born dancer. Her talent was astonishing and she would definitely shine brightly and achieve immeasurable achievements in dancing in the future.

But now three years have passed, and Ruan Jiajia has become a popular little girl with her excellent dancing skills, superb acting skills and outstanding appearance.

On the other hand, An Ai is so silent in the dancer industry, which is really a irony.

An Wen lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I never said I would engage in stage work, and I never planned to make a living from dancing."

"It's not that you don't plan to make a living by dancing, you can't dance anymore." Ruan Jiajia said sarcastically, "It's a pity that your legs didn't work after the car accident. Uncle An wanted to be your father again, but he didn't expect it to happen. In the car accident, you are also a father and daughter."