As expected, when the wedding came to the banquet stage, the high school classmates sat at the same table. Before Daisy could take a bite of the meal, a glass of white wine was handed to her.
"Daisy, long time no see, come on, have a drink." The person who persuaded the wine had a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, and he handed the wine over several seats away, which was extremely impolite.
Her name is Myrtle Wilson, and when she was young, she was one of the many girls who confessed to Jay Gatsby and was rejected.
It is said that Myrtle Wilson quickly "fell in love" with the class grass of the neighboring class, and lost interest in Jay Gatsby.
Therefore, Daisy was somewhat confused about her sudden targeted tone, and as she was about to replace it with juice, a shadow suddenly fell behind her: "She is allergic to alcohol."
The warm breath sprayed on Daisys neck, and then the glass of white wine in her hand was snatched away and drained in one gulp.
"Jay Gatsby?" Myrtle Wilson looked at the man who suddenly appeared behind Daisy, somewhat surprised.
Jay Gatsby silently put down the wine glass, turned and returned to the table next door, leaving this disturbance to Daisy, who was still in a daze.
"Hey, I didnt believe it last night, but now it seems that Daisy, you two really have something." Seeing Jay Gatsby leave, Myrtle Wilson put down her wine glass and her tone was sarcastic.
Daisy raised her eyelids and tried to be gentle: "Today is Potters big day, so dont just make fun of me."
"Im just asking casually, why are you in such a hurry to change the subject, Daisy?" Myrtle Wilson didnt hold back and rolled her eyes, "I just think its funny, you were the one who pretended to be uninterested in Jay Gatsby back in high school, and now you are..."
"Alright, alright, Myrtle Wilson, have you had too much to drink? Stop talking." The people next to her saw something was wrong and hurriedly pushed her with their elbows, indicating that Myrtle Wilson should stop.
Daisy was stunned in her seat, her gaze passing over the faces of these old classmates, and she couldnt tell what she was feeling. She was afraid that they all thought like Myrtle Wilson.
In high school, Jay Gatsby was a school celebrity, and so was Daisy.
Unlike Jay Gatsbys perfect character, Daisy was famous for her voice and singing talent. In a school art performance, she performed in two programs - singing and cartoon dubbing.
At that time, she had not systematically studied dubbing, and her singing was entirely based on her vocal talent.
She became famous overnight, and since then, everyone in the school knew that there was a girl named Daisy Buchanan in Class 5, Grade 1, whose voice was like a heavenly melody.
For three years, Daisys singing has almost become a fixed program in the schools performances.
At that time, Daisy loved singing and loved the second-element world of animation. She was not interested in things like Jay Gatsby at all. Even when she saw Jay Gatsby in person, she just sighed that he was indeed good-looking and then there was no follow-up.
At that time, Daisy never expected that she would have subsequent entanglements with this "national god" later.
The banquet ended at ten oclock in the evening. She walked to the door and waited for a while. Unexpectedly, the car that came to pick her up still had Jay Gatsby in it.
"Miss Daisy, you and Mr. Gatsby happen to be on the same road again." The driver was still the cousin of Potter, and he seemed to have no perception of the undercurrents between them, and he smiled simply.
Jay Gatsby still had that indifferent face, and the corners of his mouth were still pursed into a straight line.
Daisy sighed lightly and got in the car and sat down.
Just like in the morning, the car was quiet and silent.
With a third person present, Daisy didnt have the courage to ask Jay Gatsby what he meant by his actions these two days, so she lowered her head and played with her phone.
As soon as she opened Weibo, the message bar was as usual 99+.
Daisy clicked on the comments to read, and then she opened the private message page, most of which were from people she didnt follow, and the content was nothing more than expressing love to her. As she read, she couldnt help but smile, and her eyebrows and eyes curved.
At this moment, a WeChat message tone came.
It was a voice message sent by her online dubbing friend,Mo Ruyu, who she had worked with on several dramas.
Daisy subconsciously looked for the earphones, but looking at her bridesmaids dress, she realized.
Helpless, she had to lower the volume, hold the speaker to her ear, and click on the voice message -
"Dear Ah Zhi, I see you in Cloud City, would you like to meet up with me? Hmm?"
This guy is definitely joking with her on purpose, with a deep magnetic voice full of a very affectionate male protagonists tone, and the tail sound rises, which would definitely blow up a lot if his fans heard it.
Daisy chuckled, and was about to reply by typing when she suddenly felt her left shoulder sink, the touch of soft hair on her neck, and the smell of the shampoo Jay Gatsby often used came into her nostrils.
At that moment, Daisys mind went blank, and she almost couldnt hold her phone.
Turning her head, she found that Jay Gatsbys eyebrows were tightly locked, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fallen asleep unconsciously and leaned on her shoulder.
Jay Gatsbys alcohol tolerance has never been very good.
Thinking of this, Daisys idea of waking him up was also dismissed, thinking that she would return the favor of a glass of wine for him and let him lean on it.
Daisy briefly replied to Mo Ruyu that she would chat later and put away her phone, sitting stiffly in her seat.
She felt like sitting on pins and needles, which is very suitable for her mood at the moment.
She also thought that Jay Gatsby has always been a light sleeper, and he would probably wake up by himself in a few minutes, and then she would show that she is very generous and doesnt care about his "impropriety."
But she didnt expect that Jay Gatsby actually seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and even the car bumped a few times on the road, and there was no sign of waking up, but instead, he moved up a bit and found a more comfortable position on her shoulder to sleep.
When approaching the hotel, Daisy was already considering what kind of tone to use to wake him up casually.
But she didnt expect that Jay Gatsby, as if on the dot, woke up when the car stopped, sat up straight, and got out of the car directly.
The whole process was smooth, without any abnormalities.
"..." Daisy was so surprised that she was stunned, and it wasnt until her cousin Potter reminded her that she came back to her senses and entered the hotel.
Jay Gatsby was already out of sight, probably taking the elevator back to the room before her.
After all, if two people are alone in the elevator, it should be even more awkward, Daisy let out a sigh of relief, took the room card, and waited for the elevator to go upstairs again.
"8013..."
Daisy muttered the room number in her mouth, found it after a circle, and pressed the handle down, and the door lock clicked and opened.
"Hey? Potter, you can really..." Daisys teasing with a smile stopped abruptly when she raised her eyelids and looked inside, and the words at her mouth turned sharply and said, "Play a trick on me."
In the room, Jay Gatsby, who was only wearing a white bath towel around his lower body, was maintaining the action of taking clothes and looking at her in four eyes.