Chapter 31 Section 1

I don't know someone called Yamashita Noriko, Tomomi thought as she opened the blue stamped envelope, only to see that the letter paper was densely covered with small and round handwriting. --Ok?Could it be that Dianzi? Zhimei began to read the letter anxiously. This letter was indeed sent by an old friend Noriko Hasegawa. "Chimi, long time no see, how are you? I made everyone worry about it for a long time, and this time I finally became a bride. This journey has been ups and downs, and I have experienced ups and downs. "Just when I was about to fall into the abyss of turning thirty, this man named Masaki Yamashita rescued me. He is from Niigata, one year older than me, and a colleague of the company. This can be regarded as a workplace marriage.

"Chimi, you also know that my ideal partner should have beautiful features, straight nose, square mouth, smooth skin, chocolate color, no acne, broad shoulders, strong hips, and a tall and burly physique like an athlete. Masaki Yamashita does not even have this One-tenth of the conditions are not met. A friend introduced me to him, saying that he is very honest. He is also strong, and he is qualified to be a husband. It’s just that he likes to collect butterfly specimens, which really calls me It's a headache. The small two-bedroom room is filled with these unpleasant specimen boxes, and it's full of things that look like moths. I had agreed with him a while ago, It's a tough day, your hobby is worth a lot, so let's stop it. To be honest, the prices here are not low at all.

"Tomo, how are you doing? You must be playing the role of a professional woman in an orderly manner. I know you are busy, but if you have time, please come to my house to play. "Also: We can't afford that money, we didn't even hold the wedding. Attached is a group photo." —Hmph, what does it mean to play the role of a professional woman in an orderly manner?You just want to say that I am a woman who is too old to marry. After reading the letter twice, Zhimei complained fiercely in her heart.However, she didn't feel unhappy at all.The two have been teasing and joking with each other since they were students, and they have long been used to it.

The two are students of a short-term university in Tokyo.Tomomi lives in Saitama County and spends about an hour and a half a day coming to school for classes; Noriko, who was born in Ishikawa County, lives in a rented house in Tokyo.Therefore, whenever Tomomi was too late in the city to go home, she would stay at Noriko's place. In her hometown, she works in the company where her father works. It's been a long time since the last time we met, Zhimei thought.About three years ago, Dianzi came to Tokyo on business, so he invited a few friends for a gathering.At that time, Noriko and Tomomi were the only ones who were not yet married, and two of my friends had even become mothers.Probably because of the sympathy for each other, Tomomi and Dianzi had a lively chat.And other friends are bragging about their husbands and children, which is very boring.

That Dianzi was finally married. ——Hey, this is a matter of course, right? Zhimei sighed, looked into the envelope, and saw a photo inside.From Dianzi's description in the letter, I have many dissatisfaction with her husband's appearance, but he might still be a handsome guy.Zhimei's heart was pounding, and she took out the photo, only to see a man and a woman on it.Although the man was not handsome, he was tall and straight, and he was smiling slightly with his eyes closed, looking very gentle and amiable. ——Dianzi, isn’t this pretty good. Zhimei thought to herself, and turned her eyes to the woman in the photo, but suddenly said "ahhh": "Hey, what happened?"

The person in the photo is not Dianzi.Although the body and hairstyle are similar, the faces are very different. --How is this going? Chimi took a closer look.The figure in the photo is quite clear, the two are cuddling together, it seems that the background was taken in Jinze City. ——No, this is not Dianzi.This guy, why did you send me such a photo? Zhimei put the letter and photos in front of her and thought hard, but she couldn't find a reasonable explanation.Could it be that I accidentally took the wrong photo?But Dianzi has been a cautious person since he was a student, so he shouldn't make such a mistake anyway.

The more Zhimei thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, and finally couldn't help picking up the wireless phone on the table.It's ten o'clock in the evening. It's not too rude to call at this moment. She dialed the number attached to the envelope.While waiting for the call to be connected, a thought suddenly popped into my mind—could this be the result of Dianzi's plastic surgery?If this is the case, it is not appropriate to ask too closely. This is impossible, Zhimei immediately dismissed the idea.Dianzi was considered a beauty, so there was no need for plastic surgery; even if she had plastic surgery, she would definitely not become so unrecognizable.

The dial beeped two or three times.Tomomi waited for Nianzi's bright voice to come from the other end of the phone, but no one answered. —Probably went out. It would be nice to buy a voice answering phone, Tomomi muttered and put down the receiver. The next day, Zhimei called Dianzi as soon as she got off work from the company, but no one answered. In the next two days, Zhimei guessed that Dianzi might always go out at night, so she secretly called from the company during the day.However, it is still like a stone sinking into the sea. Jimmy got worried.It is understandable that the phone was not answered, but the photo is really creepy and puzzling.

She wanted to contact Dianzi's natal family to inquire about the situation, but she didn't know the other party's phone number and address. ——Ah, what a headache, what should I do? Zhimei read the letter again, paying attention to the line "If you have time, please come to my house to play" for a long time. ——The matter has come to this point, I will just take a trip.It's a pity that this is not a good time to travel. She looked at the calendar on the wall.Tomorrow is September 23rd, Friday.