Mr. Chang who refuses to be hijacked by love

The Wenshi Building is hidden in a remote location in the university. The main entrance is open to a narrow and cramped asphalt road running north-south. The blue brick wall of Ye Xueli.The land planning at that time made the main gate helplessly exposed to the cold of the sun, and most of the students entered and exited through the south side gate, and the few lovely yellow roses hanging from the third-floor open-air cafe in the west were only for self-admiration.

If someone passed by downstairs at this time, Mr. Yu's hearty laughter would reach his ears, and if he raised his head slightly, he could still see Mr. Yu, who was invited for the school celebration, holding the dog with his future in his arms. The hand of the lit cigarette rested on the guardrail, and a few strands of the mixed-race's iconic light-colored hair appeared from behind Huang Qiangwei.Perhaps the students who ran into Mr. Yu in the coffee shop should hear clearly——

"Why do you ask that? It turns out that I have such a vulnerable and fragile image, and I feel sad." Mr. Yu frowned unprincipledly, and made fun of the older lady opposite.

That was Mr. Yu's half-sister, Professor Yu Liu. She narrowed her worried eyes and said in a low voice, "I never worry about you. It's your assistant. The book you read recently, isn't it?" Religion is philosophy, and I study this, there are quite a few people who go astray and go to the doctor in a hurry... really don't think wildly?"

"A typical successful person who has already stood on the top of the pyramid in material terms, what is there to think about? Besides, it is better to go to the doctor in a hurry than to avoid the doctor." With a calm expression on his young face, he picked up the coffee cup and smelled it. He was overwhelmed by the sweet smell of milk, and immediately put it down again. Fang shook his head and said, "Don't worry about me, it's just boring. Just to pass the time."

Yu Liu laughed, "To pass the time? Where do you find the time to pass? Your assistant said that you work at least ten hours a day, busier than me."

"Which assistant is it?" Mr. Yu was not too displeased, but felt helpless, and laughed at himself, "My job is to review documents, calculate, and hold meetings over and over again, all of which are simple repetitive labor !"

The student sitting next to him who had been eavesdropping for a long time couldn't help covering his brows and laughing secretly. Professor Yu glanced at it, sighed, and persuaded him earnestly: "Anyway, 'Adhering to old prescriptions can't cure new diseases'. Why don't you try something new. Maybe—you should consider getting married, life would be much richer with a family."

Mr. Yu was caught off guard, and Yu Liu cautiously probed: "Is Qing Yun in the Drama Academy or the Kunqu Theater now?"

"I don't dare to provoke Liu Qingyun, she has violent tendencies."

"You're talking nonsense!" Yu Liu scolded, "He's a boudoir singer, not a martial artist!"

"It's absolutely true!" Mr. Yu lingered on the table, pretending to be pitiful, and pointed out, "You know what happened to Fang Huai and Qin Rong back then really made my heart linger, and I've always wanted to find someone who is more gentle people."

Yu Liu was surprised that Mr. Yu still cared about that matter.She tried to explain in vain, what a shrewd person Mr. Yu is, he hurriedly looked at his watch, got up, and said goodbye in one go, "My plane has two hours to take off, so it seems that this is the only way to go today. This time I returned home in a hurry, next time I will You must go home and see Xi'an and Yinchuan."

Yu Liu was also thinking about it, "I'm going home to have a look, Yinchuan's little uncle talks long and short every day, if you don't come, you will be in the mountains, and I am afraid that the mountains will go to the United States to kill you!

"But—when will you be back next time?"

After thinking about it, Mr. Yu realized that the next time would probably be Christmas, and wondered why there wasn't a smooth topic today?He said "get together sometime" on his lips, but he couldn't help but feel guilty.It's not that Yu Liu didn't expect it, and she didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but tell him a few more things about life before saying goodbye to him, "It's time for me to go back to the office, and I have an appointment with the students."

Mr. Yu handed the credit card to the clerk, turned around and smiled at Yu Liu, and said, "There should be no delay in receiving the mission! Professor Yu, why don't you go ahead?"

The lines at the corners of Yu Liu's eyes were lightly rippling, "I'm 35 years old, and I'm not sure about my focus."

"You spent a total of 52 yuan, please sign it." It was a high-pitched and tense guttural voice.Mr. Yu smiled and signed the word "Yu Yang" on the voucher.

The car was parked in the small square to the north of the Wenshi Building. Yu Yang got into the unremarkable business car. The driver was about to start the car when a figure stopped him leisurely. When he looked up, he saw the car on the front cover. There was a man lying on his stomach, with a deeply buried head resting on a dusty coat, a pencil in his left hand, and a small stack of A4 papers in his right hand, apparently he was writing something.The driver was about to get out of the car to drive away, but Yu Yang waved his hand to stop him.The driver looked back at Mr. Yu in puzzlement. Mr. Yu seemed to be observing that person, so he had to wait along with him.

For a long time, the young man showed no sign of leaving. He just leaned on the car and straightened his back from time to time, inspecting the paper for a while, and then lay down again to write.The driver couldn't help turning his head and reminding: "Sir, your plane..." Yu Yang took out a thin French booklet and read it, and looked up at the young man in front of him who seemed to be doing some calculations—a messy short hair reflected the The slanting sunset is shining and moving, and it looks like a student.For some reason, Yu Yang wanted him to continue, and whispered: "Wait a little longer."

The young man outside used the car as a desk, and the driver suspected that he didn't know where he was at all, otherwise his butt would poke to the left and to the right for a while, and he knew it was not elegant to look at from behind. picture.After more than half an hour, he finally raised his head completely, frowned and pulled a handful of hair, as if very annoyed.Yu Yang also raised his head, and that white face was reflected in his eyes. He was disconsolate, and it was really not a good-looking expression. However, Yu Yang tried to capture it for a second, and the young man had already put the pencil back into his pocket. , walked quickly.

It was the first time for Mr. Yu to do an unknown charity with the news media behind his back. He was depressed and funny. He put the book that he had read dozens of pages in a row back into his bag, closed his eyes and leaned on the back seat, and said to the driver. Said: "Let's go."

Chang Zhou stroked his forehead hair back, and with the stack of papers in his hands, he got into a path under the hibiscus tree. The red and green pool water under his feet slightly brushed away his worries just now, and finally made his mind willing to stop from endless thoughts. Come out of the calculation and go into the spring.Among the green waves, a little yellow fluffy thing paddled quickly, staggered up the shore, stepped on the stone slab with its flippers, tilted its head and stopped in front of Mr. Chang, and let out two "beeps".Mr. Chang's eyes were as bright as a child's, and he knelt down to pick up the little duck.The feeling of two little paws on the palm of his hand pleased him, and he looked around.At this time, a thick-headed little boy crawled out of the peach tree, shook the petals all over his head, and exclaimed in surprise: "Finally found you! Where did you go to be naughty?" Chang Zhou pointed behind him, "It never Armed swimmers over there." The boy saw the person clearly, hid the dirt on his elbow, and kept a distance shyly, "Mr. Chang." Chang Zhou returned the duck to his hand, and the boy shook hands with him blushing , hesitatingly stated that it was lost at Professor Zhang's house next door.Chang Zhou nodded, "Yes. You are just helping to find it."

Back home, Mr. Chang's colleague and roommate from the Institute of Physics asked him "how is it today?" He raised the manuscript paper in his hand and said, "As usual, there is no progress."

Liu Liang poked his head out from the back of the sofa, a doll's face with unshaved fibrous roots, like a ball of glutinous rice cake not evenly coated with sesame seeds.He spoke mandarin in a soft voice with sharp accents, graceful and tactful, "why don't you sing your 'You Qingsi Blowing to the Garden' today?"

"The fun of life comes from magnification and exaggeration, but from entanglement and repetition." Chang Zhou washed his hands and put a sandwich into the microwave, "Liu Liang, I suggest again that we need to find a roommate who can cook, While avoiding malnutrition, the value of the kitchen can be effectively brought into play. I heard that Mr. Zhou from the Department of Biology has always wanted to move out of the staff dormitory, what do you think?"

"That depends on whether the charterer agrees." Liu Liang sat with his legs apart beside the coffee table, chewing nuts, and casually changed the subject, "How is your paper? When will it be published?"

"Don't mention it. At the end of last month, Gao Fang took me to help, and it was delayed for another two weeks."

"It's this tall bald guy again!" Liu Liang yelled, "It's just that I taught you a subject of quantum mechanics when I was an undergraduate, and I really regard myself as a teacher! Now you are colleagues!"

Chang Zhou is not a very talkative person, and he doesn't like putting his beak behind his back the most, so he said lazily and perfunctorily, "I'll discuss it with him next time..."

With a mirror hanging in front of him, Liu Liang ran behind him at some point, holding his shoulders and said narrowly, "Look at your face, Xing'er has narrow eyes, a small nose, a small pointed chin, and you don't want to be bullied just by looking at it! How are you doing research, huh?"

Chang Zhou shrank his shoulders, pretending to be serious and annoyed: "Could it be that copper bell eyes, red hair and black eyebrows, and open teeth and claws are the standard equipment for physics researchers? Strange thing! I have been making directional mistakes for so many years, no wonder There is no progress in the research! No, I will go to the institute tomorrow to apply for funding, and go to the "Nimier Plastic Surgery Hospital" next door to the community for plastic surgery; you use this conclusion to claim credit for Dean Qian. In the future, you must follow the picture and follow the New Year's picture when recruiting. Zhao Gongming is looking for it!"

"Exaggerated! Totally exaggerated! It doesn't conform to the style of fundamental physics researchers at all." Liu Liang laughed for a while, his eyes wandering in the air like spider silk, all stuck to Mr. Chang's straight back.Chang Zhou stood in front of the microwave and turned around, "By the way, how about the lease renewal?"

"The charterer promised to talk about it next Sunday night. It's still the Yunnan restaurant, remember."

"Mr. Xiao is actually able to accommodate your taste by traveling thousands of miles from the art district to the city center to eat spicy food? It seems that the rent can drop even more..." Chang Zhou said slowly, took out the sandwich, and when he passed the living room, Liu Liang suddenly responded Come here, a kick in the past is insignificant, and it directly kicks the person to the ground.

Chang Zhou held his waist in disbelief and stood up, aggrieved: "What's wrong?"

Liu Liang suddenly realized his impulsiveness, retracted his feet, and said vaguely: "Don't foul people's innocence, Dr. Chang."

It was noon when Yu Yang arrived at JFK Airport. The rare trip alone made him exhausted. When he landed, he received countless call reminders. He opened the assistant group in the communication tool, and the three first-level assistants were talking to the boss. lament.Yu Yang connected the voice and asked, "What happened?"

Steven was the first to say: "Boss, you have to be prepared and don't get angry..."

"Have you ever seen me lose my temper?" Yu Yang didn't care, "Tell me."

Just as Steven was about to speak, Dong Shengsheng stopped the topic, changed into Chinese with a strong Taiwanese accent, and laid the groundwork again: "This time it's really not such a trivial matter as investment loss... Boss, you must do a good job of psychological preparation, and don't get angry... ..."

Yu Yang was amused, "Is the investment loss a 'trivial thing'?"

It was Steven who was even more angry, "What's the matter with you? It was agreed that the assistant team can't speak Chinese behind my back! Why did you join forces to hurt my feelings? Hey, what did they say?"

He Qiqing scolded in Hong Kong-style English: "It's been three months, and your Chinese hasn't improved at all. I'm ashamed of you."

There was a moment of chaos in the channel.Mr. Yu was heartbroken and turned off the call decisively. After 30 seconds, he turned it back on again, and said in an introspective silence: "Shengsheng, tell me. You are not allowed to speak Chinese."

Dong Shengsheng "Um" for a while, and He Qiqing said disgustedly: "Are you taking the TOEFL or the IELTS? Let me tell you. Boss, do you still remember that brown candy? That young political star."

"Wang Huxi? The one who engages in same-sex marriage in China?"

"Yes. He came to the door again."

"Call Steven. Isn't pushing people out the only thing he's doing right now?"

Steven interjected, "Thanks. I feel supremely—"

"Shut up." He Qiqing interrupted him, "Boss, he has a photo in his hand. The content of the photo may...involve your privacy. We all agree that we should wait for you to come back and deal with it yourself."

Yu Yang received a blurry picture, followed by a long silence.Dong Shengsheng tremblingly comforted him, "Don't get angry and shout, don't get angry and shout..."

Steven coyly said: "Boss, I don't think this photo is a big deal, isn't it just a kiss... Even if it is released, it's just for you to come out of the closet..."

"I'm not gay!" After Yu Yang yelled this sentence, he suddenly found that the noise behind him had stopped, and turned his head to meet several mobile phone cameras and a dull Asian face.Yu Yang regretted it too much.

Steven repeated exactly what his boss said, "You're not gay."

Yu Yang announced that he would retaliate against the assistant's sarcasm, and Steven did not hesitate to make him feel sick: "Come on, boss. I have prepared the little leather whip."

"He Qiqing, show him our contract. If the employee has any unreasonable thoughts about the employer during the contract period, the employer has the right to terminate the contract immediately without paying any compensation." Yu Yang ended the call with a blank expression, dragging The suitcase looked around blankly. With his height, a human wall could not block his sight, but he turned 720 degrees and did not see which direction his car was in. He felt that he was a living creature in boiling water. fish.

As Mr. Yu's legal assistant, Steven really wants to popularize the dubious effect of this clause on him—may I ask, is there any judge who can define the meaning of "unreasonable thinking"?The red-haired American lamented the Asian's obscurity and turned to the other two assistants, "Why does he keep emphasizing that?"

Dong Shengsheng suddenly showed shyness, "It's trying to cover up."

The fat man named He Qiqing was playing with the porcelain cat in Mr. Yu's collection, and said, "No way. Mr. Yu is probably suffering from eroticism. He doesn't feel relieved if he looks like Steven."

Steven, who has learned Chinese for three months, seems to understand, "What did he say?"

Dong Shengsheng looked at him and said frankly: "He said you are ugly." Steven was dumbfounded by the straightforwardness of the Asian.

When Mr. Yu returned to the company, Wang Huxi was still waiting in the reception room. Dong Shengsheng flatteringly followed into the locker room. His short figure and Mr. Yu's stature complemented each other, just like the little and big ghosts in the portraits of the Tang Dynasty.Dong Shengsheng scolded Wang Huxi for his shamelessness, but there is really a shortage of swear words in Taiwan's standard Mandarin. If he is not very tired, Yu Yang would like to teach him from south to north.Now he had no choice but to take the ironed suit, and said to the assistant in a lifeless manner: "Go out. By the way, help me find out the relationship between Wang Huxi and Wu Xingfang's family. Alas, it seems that right and wrong have stirred up this muddy water this time." No more."

"Boss, I'm just curious," Dong Shengsheng slammed the door timidly, "Is the person in the photo the same person we paid homage to at the Boston Cemetery last time? They look similar."

The half-opened T-shirt was put down again, and the strong abdominal muscles were covered back. Yu Yang walked over to break Dong Shengsheng's fingers, and said with a smile, "Good employees know how to respect the boss's privacy." The door slammed shut.

That night, our Mr. Yu sat on the toilet and looked at the personal asset assessment made by the financial consultant for himself, staring at a group of depressed "0"s on the screen of the mobile phone, recalling his 35 years of life, how he defended the sand castle he built from childhood Destroying, staying in the kindergarten until night and refusing to go home, thinking about the absurd afternoon threatened by Wang Huxi, a clown, Mr. Yu came to a conclusion - "To have is to be owned". How correct is this motto!Mr. Yu looked at the group of depressed "0", and felt that each of them exuded a meaty aroma that made him salivate.

After many years, Mr. Yu once again fell into someone else's scheme.For the next two weeks, Mr. Yu spent around New York weaving various versions of the story. The main theme was nothing more than how he had a huge investment loss in the Chinese market due to lack of caution. "Don't do anything about Jiuli, don't go to the place of long-term contention." Yu Yang introduced Chinese wisdom in a serious way. Those bald-headed colleagues always raised their eyebrows gloatingly and opened their mouths out of jealousy of his thick hair. pity.

Mr. Yu said to Yu Liu that he was doing simple repetitive labor for no reason. In his early years, Mr. Yu was still casting a net in the big pool of money, racking his brains to design a sophisticated net; later, he suddenly realized As long as the pond always has a boundary, fishing is not the way at all, the way is to break the wall of the pond and wait for the money to flow into your own pond.As you can see, Mr. Yu has succeeded—he has nothing to do, and the pleasure of fishing has left him. Now, such false socializing has become the work itself.

Late at night on Saturday, Yu Yang returned to the private villa drunkenly with the support of Dong Shengsheng, sank his heavy body into the soft beige mattress, and reached out to pick up the photo frame beside the bed. The black and white photos were only about five inches in size , embedded in a large metal photo frame, leaving a blank space to form a funny "Hui" character.Yu Yang raised it above his head, letting the old-fashioned Chinese man in long gown and the Gaulish girl with a bright smile stare at him from a distance, until the effect of alcohol made the photo frame finally slip short into the quilt.

Yu Yang turned over, and his subconscious mind caused him to dream of some absurd scenes. He dreamed that there was a young man lying on the hood of his car and concentrating on calculations. That car was his favorite when he was studying for Ph.D. He was driving a supercar, and he showed an exasperation that he didn't have when he was young. He wanted to step forward and leave him, when the curly-haired French woman in the photo appeared and grabbed his arm to stop him.Yu Yang waved his hands, "Go away, Leni, let me clean him up!" Leni took the manuscript paper from the front cover of the car and sent it to his eyes, aggressively said: "Have you solved this problem?" Yu Yang took a closer look , that manuscript paper was actually a mathematics thesis that he had only completed halfway...

Jiangnan is at the end of the rainy season, and the humidity is lingering. The summer drought in July and August has already opened its fangs, but just standing for a while will inevitably make your mouth water.Gao Fang, a researcher in the high-energy physics group who was bald early, had two bow-legged noodles hanging under his swollen belly, almost collapsed by the steam.Another person in the office was also twisted in his sweaty shirt, but without realizing it, he stood in front of the only blackboard in the Institute of Physics, holding a marker, and murmured: "This is impossible. This problem There is no solution..."

Gao Fang wiped his greasy forehead and looked around, only to see a swivel chair in front of the desk, moving its toes and trying to drag it over. Chang Zhou turned around and said, "Are you sure you didn't Any omissions?"

When the "puzzles" sent by "No. 94" are in the hands of people with a low level of confidentiality, they always have to go through someone with a high level of confidentiality like Gao Fang to extract the key points of the problem and form a puzzle that is difficult to restore. purely mathematical problems into raw information.Although the younger generation is formidable, it is really embarrassing for the younger generation to speak without restraint. Gao Fang had to emphasize again: "I did not complete the problem conversion alone, and the possibility of omissions and mistakes is very small..." The conversation was sharp, "If You really can't solve it, but you don't have to force it—"

Chang Zhou couldn't understand his provocative method, but was frustrated for no reason. He bent down and picked up the cleaning brush on the floor and knocked it three times. He wiped the blackboard clean as if venting his anger, and started to solve the problem again.

The darkness spilled in from the window silently, the heat dissipated, and the rustling sound became much more comfortable. Gao Fang went to the door and turned on the light. Chang Zhou was stunned by the light of the incandescent lamp. ——It took him another half a day.This young man can obviously stay away from right and wrong and concentrate on learning, so why did he agree to the oppression over there?Just as he was thinking, the mobile phone on the table vibrated, and Gao Fang reminded: "Chang Zhou, mobile phone."

Chang Zhou got up suddenly, rubbed his forehead until the dizziness subsided, and walked to answer the phone in two or three steps. Before he could make a sound, the surging anger from over there spewed out: "Chang Zhou! Where are you? Me and Xiao Song waited for you for half an hour, the food was cold!"

Chang Zhou patted his forehead fiercely, reassured him that he would be here soon, and then said to Gao Fang: "I just remembered that I will invite the landlord to dinner with Liu Liang today. I'm really sorry, Teacher Gao."

Gao Fang waved his hands and said kindly: "Go, I will wipe the blackboard for you."

Mr. Chang picked up the suit jacket that fell off the back of the chair, "Thank you so much."

"Xiao Chang..." Gao Fang turned his back to him, and finally couldn't help reminding, "This time the problem is very important. If it can't be solved, 'Number 94' might skip me and raise your secret level directly. You Be prepared to deal with..."

Chang Zhou smiled gently, "Don't worry, I will find a way to refuse."

Chang Zhou hurriedly took the subway for two stops to the Yunnan cuisine restaurant in the city center, and the waiter introduced the private room.Liu Liang was picking up vegetables to show off his hospitality, and next to him was a big wooden clapper in his ironed gray suit, which was the landlord Xiao Song.

Mr. Xiao, an art dealer, wore a pair of rimless glasses, his brows were frowned in embarrassment as if he saw Duchamp's toilet for the first time, and he held his chopsticks without moving.Unwilling to be reconciled, Liu Liang asked him to eat quickly, and added another chopsticks of rice noodles, half of which were connected to the dark wild mushrooms in the bowl, and half of which was drizzled with soup oil on the edge of the bowl.

Chang Zhou remembered how clean Xiao Song was, so he changed the table and chopsticks with him, then gave Liu Liang another look, warning him not to do any more evil.Xiao Song's father, Professor Xiao, had a short relationship with Liu Liang as a teacher and student when he was teaching in a large physics department. Later, Professor Xiao left his lover and immigrated abroad. ".Liu Liang is also a habitual villain, so for Mr. Xiao, this principle actually becomes "be patient and bear".

Before the dishes were ready, Liu Liang squeezed his ass to Mr. Chang's side and flattered him, "Chang Zhou, inspired by your paper last year, I recently serialized a novel on the Internet. Are you interested in reading it for me?"

Xiao Song suspected that he was getting too close to Mr. Chang, but at the same time felt that he was doing it on purpose, so he sipped his barley tea and said mockingly: "You are opening an online store and writing novels, and you have so many side jobs, Dean Qian. do you know?"

Liu Liang said: "If I can teach and study like Chang Zhou, why do I have to work so hard? If you can't see it, Mr. Baozu, would you consider lowering the rent?" I am afraid that the status of the husband will change from a charterer to a philanthropist.Just as he was about to reply, Liu Liang turned back to talk to Mr. Chang, and Xiao Song lifted his chopsticks angrily.

The title of Liu Liangna's novel is quite vulgar, called "Become the King of Investment", imagining that in the future society, the protagonist will carry out financial market arbitrage in parallel universes through wormholes and reach the pinnacle of life.

Liu Liang waited impatiently for Mr. Chang's evaluation, his knuckles knocked louder on the table, and said angrily: "Those readers actually laughed at me as a civil engineer, it's not that I'm boasting, there are people on this broken website who are smarter than me." An orthodox scientist?"

After reading a few chapters, Mr. Chang frowned as tightly as Mr. Xiao. He put his mobile phone on the table, took out a piece of A4 paper from his school bag, and took out a pencil with only a small stump in his pocket. Calculate it on the spot.

Xiao Song's mind is really 360, there is something wrong with his behavior!I took my mobile phone and quickly flipped through half of the book on the gaudy webpage, and a smile burst out of my rigid expression—the content of more than a dozen chapters has actually done a full eight chapters of mathematical proofs!Will someone watch this kind of thing?

Liu Liang was beating a drum in his heart. Mr. Chang put down his pen and said with a smile: "Wonderful! The proofs are interlocking and impeccable, full of rational spirit and rigorous attitude; the conclusion is unexpected and logical, making the writing logical. The perfect mix of fun. With the right premise, a Hugo Award is a no-brainer!"

Mr. Xiao let out a muffled laugh, and he did not hesitate to praise: "Extraordinary article! The balance between pleasing readers and pursuing skills has been slanted, making the article far beyond the scope of novels, and greatly broadening the connotation of novels! Such a For historical achievements, the Hugo Award is indeed a no-brainer, and the Nobel Prize is obviously more appropriate."

Chang Zhou laughed loudly, "Yes, yes, the Nobel Prize. The scientific contribution and literary contribution of this article are indistinguishable. There is a trade-off between the chapters. It is not impossible to win the Physics Award and the Literature Award at the same time. .”

"Mean! How mean you are!"

After the food was exhausted, Liu Liang was full of wine and food. He hugged one of his arms and invited the other two to accompany him to digest the food. Xiao and Chang were dragged along with him on the sidewalk. In order to match his height, Mr. Xiao sang The knees are bigger, Mr. Chang is bent and his back is smaller (Liu Liang's imagination), and Liu Xiaozi floats on tiptoe like in "Character Yulong Tu" (Xiao Song's imagination).Chang Zhou didn't have time to conjecture, the physical contact disorder was the first to attack, the conditioned reflex had to be pushed back, Liu Liang's evil thoughts suddenly came up, and he tried to scratch his thin waist and belly with boozy and laughing, Xiao Song saw through his despicable methods at a glance, and clenched his jaw , without saying a word, they left them and walked forward. At the moment when they were sad, a car cut through the dark night lightly, and there were sharp brakes, screams, and shouts of passers-by in an instant.Xiao Song didn't see the two when he turned his head, and his heart almost stopped suddenly.

"Young people, if you let your passions go your way, your life will be the same as the morning dew!" At the moment when he fell off the road cliff, Liu Liang remembered the earnest warning given by the old Chinese medicine doctor when he was dominated by prostatitis many years ago.He crawled up and sat up in the crowd, Xiao Song called the emergency call, pressed him from head to toe, and asked him where he was hurt, Liu Liang shook his head, looked at the sports car that attracted onlookers, and the fainted Mr. Chang, who was being treated urgently by passers-by nearby, suddenly had red eyes.

On the other side of the ocean, after dismissing the two people who appeared inexplicably, Mr. Yu did a mathematical proof in his dream all night, and he was dizzy until the early morning. The bloated feeling when he was not awake was causing his hand to slip down to his abdomen, and a phone call from overseas frightened Qimeng, Yu Yang picked it up, his voice was hoarse and deep: "Yinchuan? What's wrong?"

It was the voice of a young boy: "Little uncle! I got into trouble! You must save me! My dad will skin me!"

"Your dad still keeps your skin?" Yu Yang is used to this little troublemaker. He touched the water glass left by Dong Shengsheng at the head of the bed, drank half a glass of water, turned on the hands-free, lifted the quilt out of bed, and put the crumpled Take off your shirt and trousers.

"Can you come back..." the boy sobbed, "I'm really scared."

Yu Yang heard the noisy background, stopped moving, and asked, "What's going on, where are you?"

He Yinchuan hugged his knees and sat outside the emergency room, crying with long tears and short nose, "I'm in the hospital... I hit someone with my car, little uncle..."

"Are you injured?" Yu Yang asked, he was relieved when he got a negative answer, and then his headache was split by his little nephew's regretful crying. Yu Yang was about to ask about the situation of the injured, but the emergency room over there had already opened, He Yin Chuan followed behind Liu Liang, and the person who was hit was pushed out without any treatment. The middle-aged male doctor leaned out half of his body and rushed outside to curse: "Which genius sent you to the emergency room? The right arm is broken and hurts. That’s all in the past! “Diagnostics” is for nothing, right?”

Yu Yang heard He Yinchuan yelled "Great", another voice said violently: "What's the matter! Call your parents quickly! You are too big, you are not qualified to get a driver's license, dare to go racing! "He Yinchuan burst into tears, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't drag the car! You suddenly fell off the sidewalk!" Then seamlessly connected to the phone, "Woo...Little uncle, I was scared to death ...my dad will skin me."

"It's a small matter of peeling, take a good look at the person who was hit, and apologize first anyway, okay?" Mr. Yu sat back on the edge of the bed with bare buttocks, closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows, and asked warmly, "Whose car is it? Were you photographed while you were there?"

"The car belonged to my classmate. There were several people in the car. Someone outside took a video, but my face was not captured."

Yu Yang was thinking that it would be a matter of time before his brother-in-law found out, so He Yinchuan murmured, "Little uncle, can you go back to China... The other party said that he must see his parents for private matters."

"I just this month..." Yu Yang suddenly remembered that he didn't let his little nephew know about his return to China last time, so he could barely stop the topic, and wanted to use "I'm very busy" to prevaricate. I miss you - you haven't come back to see me for half a year, ugh..."

The lamb in the wolf's den is the most painful. Mr. Yu was so worried that he couldn't lift his eyelids. He said helplessly: "Why are you crying? Why don't you grow up at all, just know how to cry? When does the holiday start? I will go back and bring you to the United States." Okay? Didn’t your mother say that you’re going to come to America during the summer vacation?”

After comforting the little one, and discussing the compensation and apology with the other party, Mr. Yu has fully learned the quarrel skills of Mr. Liu, who claims to be the "family of the injured" over there, and he can roughly imagine that his little nephew has suffered. What kind of intimidation.

Liu Liang already had guilt in his heart, and it was so easy to catch a scapegoat, how could he let go of it generously?Furthermore, looking at the clothes of this little bastard, he is either rich or expensive. He has to make a fortune for Chang Zhou.The more Liu Liang thought about it, the more he felt that Chang Zhou was dizzy at the right time, otherwise, with his personality of "unwilling to get money when he is in trouble, and unwilling to give up when he is in trouble", and his kind-hearted and soft-spoken style, he would be robbed by this kid. After a toss, I'm afraid there is a great possibility of apologizing to him in turn!Our researcher Liu thought that the crime had been paid off, so we blew and stared at the half-grown children for a while, and ran to the ward to see people.

The boss is going back to China, and the return date is uncertain!It's a pity that the boss has inherited half of the blood of Jiangnan scholars, gentleness is his face, nagging is his face, he wants to explain the "posthumous affairs" in detail, without the air of being in a high position!He Qiqing believes that Mr. Yu lacks self-knowledge - looking at the entire CBD, is there any more alternative CEO than Mr. Yu?Looking at the entire Chuihong Capital, is there any more alternative employee than the CEO?He Qiqing followed Mr. Yu these two days, walking lightly, making his fat body rippling. Mr. Yu saw it and hated it in his heart. He was quite unwilling to hand over his power to others. When packing his luggage, Don't forget to make a phone call, trying to remotely control the mood of your subordinates.

He Qiqing concealed evil intentions while exposing his colleagues, "Boss, you don't know! Dong Shengsheng was 20 minutes late this morning, and Steven has already laughed like Jim Carrey." Mr. Yu was about to tease him when he heard a creaking sound from the other side, and threw the The pajama trousers were patted back on the bed, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "He Qiqing, let me ask, are you sitting in my seat?" Fatty He rolled to the floor with a grunt, waking up from the dream he had replaced on the mausoleum.

Yu Yang curled his lips and shook his head, then called He Yinchuan again, and told him not to disclose his return to China to others, especially He Ping.

The child was innocent and asked in a low voice, "Little uncle, are you also afraid of my father?"

Yu Yang could only laugh and said, "Yes, I'm also afraid of your father."

Probably foreshadowing that the owner would never return, the black and white photo was taken out from the metal photo frame at the head of the bed, and carefully placed in the interlayer of the suitcase.On the back of the photo, the words written in pen on the back of the photo are laid out among the spots of mildew, which is-"The past cannot be pulled back, and the late one cannot be expected."

The author has something to say: it's all in the bank account.