My ex-boyfriend came to our company for an interview

Yi said, "So, goodbye."

It's absolutely amazing.Zhou Yi now just wants to go to Zhihu and ask the general public: The ex-boyfriend who disappeared for seven years suddenly came to your company for an interview, what should be done in this situation?

Zhuang Yao didn't know which of his nerves was wrong, so he blurted out: "Zhou, Mr. Zhou, can you give me your mobile phone number?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yi's face, which was not in a good mood at first, turned even worse.He said: "Zhuang Yao, are you okay? Why do you want my mobile phone number? You want to ask me out?"

What he said was cheap, and he said it casually, but Zhuang Yao looked at him for a while, his handsome face suddenly turned red, and finally he said as if he had made up his mind: "Yes... yes."

Zhou Yi: "?"

The other party broke the jar and said, "I, I just want to ask you out!"

02

June, USA, CalArts.

Fu Xueru was sitting in a corner of the auditorium with flowers in her hands. She looked at Zhuang Yao who was wearing a bachelor's uniform and smiling at the camera with her friends from a distance, and felt her heart was filled with an irresistible tenderness.

This is a graduation ceremony that is three years late.

But no matter how difficult the process was, Fu Xueru still waited.

"Darren, your mother!" Someone patted Zhuang Yao on the shoulder, motioning him to look in Fu Xueru's direction.

"Ah, thank you." Zhuang Yao smiled.

Zhuang Yao was wearing a black and white checked shirt and simple blue jeans.He went to college three years later than his peers, and almost all the classmates around him were younger than him.But Zhuang Yao is clean and well-behaved, and Easterners themselves look much younger than Westerners, so standing among a group of people, he looks like the younger brother of a female classmate who is in high school.

Zhuang Yao turned his head, waved to Fu Xueru, and then ran towards her.

"Mom." He was out of breath, with a faint blush on his cheeks and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Fu Xueru handed him the flowers in her hand and said to him, "Congratulations on your graduation, son."

Zhuang Yao took the flowers, hugged Fu Xueru with one hand, and said coquettishly in her ear: "Mom, I have finally graduated, and I can earn money to be filial to you in the future."

Fu Xueru has been in the United States for nearly 20 years. She already has her own business and her living conditions are very good. There is no need for Zhuang Yao to make money.But he is so sensible and caring, no mother would be unhappy to hear that.

"Stupid son." Fu Xueru said, "If you can think that way, mom is already very happy."

She touched Zhuang Yao's head and said with a smile: "My greatest hope is that you are happy and happy, you do what you want, and my mother will always support you."

Zhuang Yao nodded, hesitated for a while, and seemed to want to say something to Fu Xueru, but was interrupted by his enthusiastic classmate.

"Darren!" his roommate yelled from over there.

"Are you going to the party later?"

Fu Xueru said understandingly: "Go quickly, don't play too late, I will wait for you at home."

Zhuang Yao thought for a while and said, "Okay, Mom, I have something to tell you when I come back."

Zhuang Yao played with his group of classmates all night. They have been classmates for four years, and they have a deep friendship with each other, and everyone is very reluctant to part with them.

"Darren, are you sure about your job?" someone asked him.

"Not yet." Zhuang Yao said hesitantly, "I haven't decided where to go yet."

"I want to go to New York and try it out."

"That's great." Zhuang Yao said with a smile.

He has strong self-control, knowing that Fu Xueru would worry about him, so he didn't drink much and didn't play too late.

"Bye, there will be a time later!" Zhuang Yao waved to everyone.

Zhuang Yao was riding a bicycle, and the night wind gently blew past his ears, taking away the heat and carnival during the day, and Zhuang Yao's heart suddenly calmed down.He lied just now, he is not completely without plans for his future.This plan has sprouted in his heart since a few years ago, but he has never been able to realize it.

Zhuang Yao turned a corner and rode on a very familiar road.A couple walking their dogs came to greet him, "Good evening."

"Good evening." Zhuang Yao replied with a smile.

He's lived here for seven years and everything is fine, everything fits in.

but……

Zhuang Yao parked the car, took out the key and opened the door, the house was brightly lit, Fu Xueru was sitting on the sofa talking on the phone, when she saw Zhuang Yao came back, she pointed to the dessert on the table.

Zhuang Yao washed his hands, ate a donut, and Fu Xueru finished calling.

"Son, what's the matter?" Fu Xueru came over, she waited for him to come back, just to hear what Zhuang Yao wanted to tell her.

Zhuang Yao suddenly became nervous. He lowered his eyes and stared at the floor. After a long while, he mustered up the courage to say: "Mom, I actually want to go back to China."

For a while, the room was silent, Zhuang Yao didn't dare to look up at Fu Xueru, his heart was pounding in his chest, until Fu Xueru's icy voice sounded, Zhuang Yao barely regained a little consciousness.

"No." Fu Xueru frowned and said sternly.

"Mom." Zhuang Yao raised his head, and his heart sank instantly.

Fu Xueru said with a complicated expression: "Isn't it good in the United States? I really don't know what else is worth remembering in China."

Fu Xueru's body trembled slightly, trying to calm down her emotions.

Seven years ago, she took Zhuang Yao away from her violent ex-husband. She could never forget that messy room, nor how she found Zhuang Yao huddled in a closet.

His condition was very bad, and his father often insulted and beat him when he was drunk.The moment he saw Zhuang Yao, Fu Xueru burst into tears on the spot.

Physical injuries are secondary, and psychological injuries are the most difficult to heal.Zhuang Yao lived in such a depressive environment for a long time, and he gradually lost the ability to communicate with others.He is sensitive, vulnerable, afraid of light, and unresponsive to many things.Fu Xueru finally brought him to the United States, followed by three years of treatment.

She didn't dare to imagine what Zhuang Yao had gone through, and she didn't dare to imagine what kind of guilt she would bear for the rest of her life if he never got better again.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yao got better day by day.In the fourth year, with Fu Xueru's encouragement, Zhuang Yao started to study again.Afterwards, as if Fu Xueru's day and night prayers were merciful to God, Zhuang Yao recovered better and better.He can laugh, he is much more cheerful, and his academic performance is actually good. The professors who taught him praised him for his aura.

Fu Xueru felt that she could finally breathe a sigh of relief temporarily.She didn't expect Zhuang Yao to become an outstanding person. She knew that she was not a qualified mother, but she hoped that it was not too late.When Zhuang Yao needed her the most, Fu Xueru was absent.She wants to use the rest of her life to make up for him, to make him feel more loved than ordinary people, and to hope that he will never think of the past again.In the United States, she can let him have no worries about food and clothing, and happily do what he wants to do.But what Fu Xueru didn't expect was that Zhuang Yao actually told her that he wanted to go back.

"I won't agree." Fu Xueru said calmly, "You can do whatever you want, but you can't go back to your country."

Zhuang Yao said: "Why? Mom, I'm already cured. I don't need to take medicine anymore. I want to go back."

Fu Xueru said: "What are you going to do when you go back?"

Zhuang Yao faltered and said: "Go back to work, I want to work in a game company in China, it has always been my dream."

He can't lie at all, and the unnatural little movements when he said this are obvious, not to mention the tips of his ears that are already starting to turn red.Fu Xueru was both funny and distressed, and she didn't dare to say too serious things to Zhuang Yao.

Fu Xueru sighed, folded her hands on her chest, and said helplessly, "Which family? Tell me about it?"

Zhuang Yao came prepared, and immediately reported the name of a company, which is indeed one of the best game companies in China. Fu Xueru had a clear mind. After the initial shock, she returned to normal. She asked slowly: "The resume has been submitted?" Have you been contacted by HR? What position do you want to do? Compared with those graduates from domestic art schools, what are your advantages?"

Fu Xueru slammed Zhuang Yao's head with a series of questions, he opened his mouth and stared at her stupidly.

"I haven't submitted my resume yet." Zhuang Yao said with a confused face, "I haven't considered that much about other things."

Fu Xueru came over and patted Zhuang Yao's arm, and said, "Okay, you haven't thought about anything, I can't just let you go back like this. Baby, go to sleep."

Zhuang Yao is still insisting: "But I..."

Fu Xueru interrupted him, and said again: "Go to sleep."

That night, neither mother nor son slept well.

Fu Xueru is not the kind of unreasonable parent. She is willing to give her children the greatest degree of freedom and does not want to interfere with their decisions too much.But Zhuang Yao is different. He has a heartbreaking experience.Fu Xueru didn't dare to take risks. If Zhuang Yao was hurt again, then she would never forgive herself.

Fu Xueru thought, is her tone too strong tonight?Maybe tomorrow she should talk to Zhuang Yao in a soft way.

On the other side, Zhuang Yao lay on the bed, tossing and turning for more than an hour.

On a quiet summer night, Zhuang Yao could hear the tiny chirping of insects, other than that, only the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat remained.He stared blankly at the ceiling, then turned on the screen of his phone.

The mobile phone wallpaper is a group photo of him and his classmates in high school. The pixels are not high, and it has a strong sense of age.Zhuang Yao still remembers that day when the class organized them to go to