Then I realized what he meant: "It's because I haven't heard her mention that I can guess something. But isn't Liu Xicheng quite rich? Are she still afraid that she can't go?"

Wen Jichen shook her head: "She is not that kind of person. For example, if Xia Yan celebrates her birthday and Liu Xicheng gives her 10,000 yuan, Xia Yan may break up with him. But if Liu Xicheng gives her a watch or mobile phone worth 10,000 yuan, she will be very happy."

I frowned and raised my head and asked, "What's the difference? They are all expensive things. On the contrary, I think it's better to get money because you can buy it yourself according to your needs. What should I do with a watch worth ten thousand yuan? Is it different from a watch worth ten hundred yuan?"

Wen Jichen heard me say this and chuckled: "Look, this is the difference between you and Xia Yan. Doudou, have you ever had a life without money?" Wen Jichen stopped and looked at me seriously.

I thought about it carefully. In my subconscious, I seemed to have been poor for such a period of time. But when I thought about it carefully, in my lifetime, those time that existed in my memory seemed to have been abundant.

After thinking for a while, I shook my head slowly.

"That's right. You don't know the days when you have no money, but she understands it. In this land, many people are like her. Giving money on their birthdays gives her an insult. Giving watches and mobile phones on their birthdays is a heart for her. Many things, when they change money, the taste changes." Wen Jichen's voice was as light as a romance, echoing in my ears.

After he finished speaking, he took my hand again and walked forward slowly.

"But she should know that Liu Xicheng loves her and wants to give her more. It doesn't mean to give her money." I continued with a frown.

Wen Jichen replied: "Xia Yan herself knows it, but she can't control her heart. She hates this thing, just like she hates many worlds in this world. That's why she later supported me and you. Every time Liu Xicheng wants to be nice to her, he always learns what Xia Yan needs in the near future through me or through others, and then finds a festival."

"Ha, he once gave Xia Yan an alarm clock on Qingming Festival. Although he was kind and very considerate, Xia Yan still ignored him for two weeks." When Wen Jichen said, I smiled with him.

After listening to it, I suddenly felt a little depressed. It was an extremely dull and dull feeling. I exhaled heavily toward the sky, relaxing my mood.

You should know that there are always other people in this world who have less than you, but who live happier than you.

I finally understand the meaning of this sentence.

When we got home, Wen Jichen went up and bought a plane ticket for several of us. I was still wondering if we hadn't been to Lijiang before, should we consider following a tour group?

Wen Jichen immediately frowned: "Annoying."

Actually, I want to save money, but obviously, Wen Jichen hates saving money.

I have understood his preferences. I have known him for so many years, but I still feel that I know nothing about him, but he knows me well.

Well, this is not equivalent.

Wen Jichen said that it is boring to follow a tour group. You can’t stop for a while when you like it, but you have to stay for a while when you hate it. With the tour group, you always feel like you are being restrained. Traveling is supposed to be relaxed, and there should not be any negative things that make you feel bad.

What he said makes sense.

Many times, Wen Jichen is a businessman, and more often, I think he is like a living and enjoying home.

After booking the air ticket for next Tuesday, I also asked the editor for a long vacation on msn. I have been busy with the article for so long, and it is time to take a good rest, but the editor insists on asking me the exact date. During this period, she has to find a way to fight a sympathy with the people in the magazine. I must not say that I am going out for vacation. During the hot serialization of my novel, the consequence of interruption is...

I said I was not sure, you can just say it for a month first, and the editor will be directly in the msn dialog box.

Finally, before leaving, I posted a few words on the column.

People live too fast, and don’t know what they are busy with every day. Sometimes they can’t tell whether it’s right or wrong in their minds, but they keep talking nonstop, as if they don’t say anything, they can’t keep up with this era.

Therefore, people can't wait to express themselves, but they can't find themselves.

The more small a person feels, the easier it is to despair. Despair is the sharpest dagger in the world, and it can pierce all the most indestructible armor you can imagine.

On Monday night, I quickly typed the keyboard and sent the sentence to the editor's email. This was a surprise for her, and she said she didn't expect me to leave anything behind.

After she said this, I almost thought I was going to die.

After sending the message successfully, I immediately turned off my computer and hurriedly packed my clothes, underwear, and all kinds of things I had to bring for travel, because at five o'clock in the morning we had to get up and drive to Beijing's Capital Airport.

After packing up, I didn't plan to go to bed, but Wen Jichen asked me to take a nap. He had to be busy with the work at hand until dawn.

He said he would wake me up.

So, Wen Jichen didn't call me, so I woke up by myself. Maybe it was because traveling made me so excited that I was a little uneasy to sleep. Wen Jichen said that the corners of my mouth were still curved when I fell asleep.

How could I not be excited about my first trip with Wen Jichen?

He really didn't sleep all night, and his face looked a little pale. When Gu Beicheng drove to pick us up in the early morning, he also joked that Wen Jichen's face looked like a white-faced ghost. Then he drew a red eyeliner and could play a vampire.

He was quite sleepy, with his originally delicate face and almost transparent skin. I could tell that he wanted to sleep in the car, but he just chose not to speak, sat there quietly, looking out the window with his eyes open.

Unlike our rear, Xia Yan, Liu Xicheng, Lin Haonan and Andy had already fallen asleep.

It was 5:30 in the morning and it was a little bright. In fact, if the group of people behind were awake, they could see the sunrise. The car would take an hour to reach the Capital Airport. On the way, Wang Yanxi couldn't help but tilt her seat and fell asleep lightly.

"Don't you sleep for a long time?" I asked looking at Wen Jichen's side face.

Wen Jichen turned his head and looked at me, shook his head: "Go to the plane and sleep." I felt a little distressed when I saw the slightly dark circles under his eyes.

"How about you sleep for a while, I'll call you when I'm here." I touched his hand and said.
Chapter completed!