Mr. Chang who refuses to be hijacked by love

After He Qiqing accompanied Mr. Yu to leave, Dong Shengsheng followed the boss's instructions and went to Yushan Orphanage.I wanted to take this opportunity to ask the dean about the "Mr. Liao" mentioned by Mr. Shen, but unexpectedly, I got the general idea from the guard.That Mr. Liao was just a math teacher in a nearby primary school, a poor bachelor who came to the orphanage every weekend to do volunteer work, and died of asthma in the apartment the winter before last.

The dean was a middle-aged woman. Hearing that Mr. Yu's company had sent someone to discuss the donation, she specially wore a brand-new, shabby, oversized lady's suit jacket.Speaking of Mr. Liao, the dean also sighed and said: "People say Mr. Liao is weird, but he treats children with gentleness and kindness. He is a kind person. When he passed away the year before last, he was not yet at retirement age. !Pity."

Dong Shengsheng didn't think about how to insinuate, but the dean took the initiative to involve Mr. Chang, "Speaking of which, there used to be a child in the courtyard who was admitted to the Ph.D. of the Institute of Physics. Teacher Liao is still his first teacher!"

Of course, Mr. Chang did not get a degree from the Institute of Physics, and the dean’s information may have been wrong. Assistant Dong asked in a calm manner, “Is it Chang Zhou? To be honest, Mr. Yu has heard about it for a long time. Choose your hospital for funding."

The dean repeatedly said, "So, that's how it is", and said that Mr. Chang didn't come back often, but he would donate to the orphanage at the end of each year.

After getting a general understanding of Mr. Liao's care for Chang Zhou when he was young, Dong Shengsheng couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Why didn't Mr. Liao just adopt Chang Zhou?"

"This—on the one hand, Teacher Liao is not very suitable for adopters, on the other hand..." She looked out the window hesitantly, Dong Shengsheng sat on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and tentatively asked: "What's the inconvenience?" Did you say it here?"

The dean sighed: "Not at all. All the older staff of the orphanage knew about it. The previous dean of the orphanage was surnamed Huang. He has a long position, but he is shameless. Except for Chang Zhou, there were several children in the orphanage who received social attention because of their personal characteristics at that time, and none of them were adopted. Director Huang felt that instead of sending them away, It is better to keep them to make a profit, so he withheld almost all the adoption applications of those children. Later, it was revealed that most of the social assistance for those children had been pocketed by him. But when the case was filed, he had already If you are over [-] years old, you cannot be subject to criminal punishment, and public opinion has not continued to ferment."

When Dong Shengsheng got out of the orphanage, he didn't know what to think. He was in a trance, and it seemed difficult to match this situation with Mr. Chang.After he reported to Mr. Yu, he asked puzzledly: "Boss, I don't understand, how did these things leave no trace on him at all?" Mr. Yu smiled on the other end of the phone: "He has a tenacious heart of."

Tenaciously resist everything, and at the same time, be tenaciously unmoved.Yu Yang leaned against the balcony guardrail, watching the distant morning sun jumping up from the tall buildings in the CBD.For some reason, he remembered a sentence written by his father in his diary: It is unfortunate to lose oneself due to hard work, and it is unfortunate to abandon the basics and chase the end because of the wind and dust.I used to think that my life was irretrievably sunk in this misfortune.Until I find in another person all that I was, all that I once held dear.

After all, Mr. Yu's romantic feelings are not as good as Mr. Yu Yun's. The thought of luck and misfortune just flashed in his mind. When he returned to New York, he plunged into the "labor and horses" and "bewildered wind and dust", and he had no time at all. To talk extravagantly about "self".After dealing with some stage affairs of Chuihong Capital, the night before going to Alpes-Maritimes, France to participate in the forum, Mr. Yu was still watching the anniversary performance of a certain musical with others in the theater.That guy was a playboy from a retail tycoon who skipped the Ivy League school and became a crappy male model.He dyed his frivolous blond hair, and fell asleep with his mouth half-opened stupidly throughout the whole process. He woke up suddenly after singing the last line "To love another person is to see the face of God". , would you mind taking a photo with me? I think my father will be very happy to see it."

Yu Yang sneered and said, "Your father still believes that you are seriously looking for a marriage partner? Even my assistant knows that you are Duan Zhengchun in the male model world."

"Who is that?" Playboy had several Chinese teachers when he was a child, but he still didn't know much about Chinese culture.

Yu Yang said: "A person who is infatuated and dedicated."

"Come on, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." He stood up, slightly taller than Yu Yang, squinted his eyes, and asked in English, "Yu, who did you text to say 'I miss you' just now? Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, I was just curious."

He deliberately raised his voice to attract the attention of the ladies around him.Being thrown into trouble, Yu Yang didn't panic, and replied ambiguously: "Withmylittlelion. (With my little lion.)"

The playboy exaggeratedly surprised, Yu Yang said slowly: "Chris, I want to apologize to you, I fell in love with someone else, I can no longer pretend to be pursued by you, and deceive your father. I think you should give your money away. Be bold enough to tell your father that you are in a relationship with each other, and since you are sincere with each of them, I am sure your father will eventually understand."

The ladies covered their mouths and laughed, and the playboy's face turned from fake surprise to real fear. Yu Yang patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Why do you always dig your own grave? My dear Chris .”

Mr. Chang did receive a message from Mr. Yu, but it was not "I miss you", but "Did you miss me?"

Chang Zhou quickly typed "I don't want to" and sent it, put away the phone, and continued to humbly turn his head to listen to people, and occasionally acted as a translator.Most of the people at this table are old professors, both Chinese and foreigners.Since the launch of Chuihong Capital's artificial intelligence project, the two schools have naturally expanded cooperation in other fields.In the morning, after a warm-up meeting for a series of seminars in the future, at noon, a certain university hosted a banquet for everyone.During the banquet, some young teachers inevitably talked about Mr. Yu. The old professors talked about his love affairs and gossip anecdotes. Mr. Chang was forced to listen to it for more than half an hour. How could he have the mood to think about him?However, there are very few people who defend Mr. Yu's innocence. For example, the former dean of the School of Mathematical Sciences slowly picked out half a shad full of wine, and then said arbitrarily: "You are all hearsay and rumors. I remember, Yu When Yang was studying in our college, he was clearly an idiot like Chang Zhou!" Chang Zhou said aggrievedly: "Dean Wei, where am I?" The female teachers yelled for him out of conscience: "Teacher Chang is not staying, Teacher Chang is so active!" Another person came to his senses and questioned loudly: "Where does Yu Yang have anything to do with 'dumb'!"

The old dean ignored everyone's arguments, and said in a tone as if he was holding the truth: "Yu Yang was a man of the hour when he was studying. When he was just admitted to the college, a small reporter from the school news website went to interview the freshman and asked him to describe his appearance. How many points. Guess what he said? He said, "First of all, you have to tell me what kind of distribution the appearance obeys in the crowd." The reporter said perfunctorily that the normal distribution. He said he didn't agree, so he dragged the reporter to chat for half a month Probability distributions and mathematical statistics of hours."

Another young male teacher said: "I also heard about this when I was an undergraduate, but it wasn't just made up?"

If everyone believes it, they will believe it, but what does this beautiful talk have to do with the romantic image?The argument of the old dean was drowned in the booing of "people's hearts are changeable", and Mr. Yu's reputation could not be restored after all.

At night, Chang Zhou hesitated looking at the "I don't want to" that didn't even leave out the period, and finally called Mr. Yu, but he didn't get through. After looking at the electronic calendar, he discovered the mysterious forum Approx has already started.

In the blink of an eye, October passed, and the scent of osmanthus in the city gradually faded. At the beginning of November, a chrysanthemum exhibition was held on the small island in the center of Zhegu Lake, and Mr. Chang was invited by Dr. Xiang to watch the exhibition.Xiang Xiwei was carrying a DSLR around a "Rouge Dianxue" plant repeatedly, Gao Jie didn't get a single shot of the cold hail falling on the double-petaled pistils, but he portrayed a bunch of pink and white crowded into a ball meticulously, It is very gaudy and does not live up to the ultra-high pixels.Chang Zhou was about to laugh at her for being so good at optics back then, but someone stopped Xiang Xiwei from behind.Chang Zhou turned around with her and found that it was actually Manager Yuan from the Kunqu Theater.Manager Yuan recognized Chang Zhou and said in surprise, "Mr. Chang? What a coincidence! Why are you here? You two know each other?"

Chang Zhou said: "Accompany her to watch the chrysanthemum exhibition. Xiwei and I have been classmates for many years. Why did Mr. Yuan come?"

Dr. Xiang's heart was collapsing. As expected, Manager Yuan pointed to an RV not far away, covered his mouth and said, "Qing Yun was invited to attend the unveiling ceremony and was about to leave. I just happened to see Miss Xiang. Let me come over and say hello." .”

Chang Zhou looked over there, and the dark car window was only lowered an inch, revealing a pair of dark and wide sunglasses, which must be Miss Liu.He grinned, and the other party waved his finger in the gap as a response.However, the other person beside Chang Zhou stood too calmly, so he withdrew his hand in frustration.Mr. Chang didn't notice anything, and asked how Dr. Xiang and Ms. Liu knew each other.

Without waiting for Manager Yuan to grab the white, Xiang Xiwei said coldly: "It's a bit of a festival." Manager Yuan knew that Liu Qingyun had a guilty conscience, so he said awkwardly: "Miss Xiang still refuses to forgive Qing Yun? It's a bit outspoken, but not malicious."

Xiang Xiwei said: "What is there to forgive or not to forgive? As long as she keeps a distance from me from now on, it doesn't matter who her child's heart is."

"Why do you care about her like this? She asked me to tell you that she is willing to explain that matter to you..."

"No need." Xiang Xiwei was categorical, "The reason I argue with her like this is so that I don't have to argue with her again in the future. Thank you for telling me, Mr. Yuan. Chang Zhou, let's go."

Shocked by her rare anger, Mr. Chang didn't dare to speak nonsense along the way, and confided a few words to Xi Wei, seeing that Mr. Chang was still confused, he said helplessly: "I hope your emotions will never be remembered in other places. alone."

Now that wish is about to come to naught.

In the evening, Mr. Chang was rubbing his aching stomach and sorting out the final proof about the unsolvable problem of No. 94 in the study. He heard someone shouting all the way from outside the corridor and finally broke in. Mr. Chang put the documents away in an orderly manner and turned his head. One look, there is a face flushed with anger inside the door, like wanting to eat people, but it is not fierce, it is like a lychee stored in shaved ice, only fresh and tender.Chang Zhou was surprised: "Liu Liang?"

Dr. Liu shook He Yinchuan's kid outside the study, grinned and said mournfully, "Chang Zhou, can you take me in for a night? That pervert Xiao Song plucked my beard and kicked me out!"

Liu Liang picked on Chang Zhou and complained secretly, saying that Xiao Song was sick and thought his beard pricked people, but the beard grew on his face, how could he prick Mr. Xiao?Chang Zhou couldn't understand, and couldn't get through to Mr. Xiao's phone, so he couldn't help but scold him: "Since you and him have no common language in terms of aesthetics, interests, and general concepts, why can't you keep a proper distance instead of asking him to talk to you?" Get entangled?"

Liu Liang felt that there was something strange in his words, and asked in confusion: "What's 'entangled'? Why is there no proper distance between me and him?"

Chang Zhou was puzzled and said, "Isn't Xiao Song pursuing you?"

Outside the door, He Yinchuan eavesdropped on this sentence, first widened his eyes, then relaxed, raised his hands confidently, and walked away ostentatiously.In the room, Liu Liangzhen was so stunned that his tongue became short, "You—where did you hear this? If it wasn't, if it wasn't that he had something against me, the ghost would be willing to be tortured by him!"

Chang Zhou asked him what the reason was, but Liu Liang was evasive again.He remembered Mr. Yu's previous words, and his brain instantly became a nonlinear system with chaotic movements. After a long time, he loosened his clenched teeth, looked at the other party blankly, and said in a muffled voice, "Come out with me."

The owner was not around, so Chang Zhou didn't dare to keep him. He borrowed Mr. Yu's car from He Yinchuan, took him to the nearest hotel, and opened a room for him.After rejecting Liu Liang's unyielding persuasion, he drove back and had constant phone calls along the way. One was Xiao Song apologizing and explaining, the other was He Yinchuan's worry and urging, and the other was He Qiqing's voice communication from abroad, saying I can't contact Mr. Yu for the time being, let Chang Zhou feel at ease to ask a friend to stay temporarily, Mr. Yu won't mind, Chang Zhou thanked him and said that he has already sent him away.He hangs up the phone, holds the steering wheel blankly, watching the dark bushes being left behind at two speeds, and at the same time piled up endlessly in front of the car, he is a little exhausted.

After parking the car, he distracted his attention, and the turmoil in his stomach became obvious again.At this time, Chang Zhou received another call from a neighboring city.Assistant Dong was in a hurry and asked Mr. Chang to help him find a signed document in Mr. Yu's bedroom.After Yu Yang recovered from his back injury, he dismissed all the servants except the chef, and there was chaos in the bedroom.When I opened the cabinet, several CDs were swallowed from the German dictionary; dozens of small agate bowls were crookedly stacked on the top of the kitchen, precarious; , the smell of alcohol stimulated Chang Zhou's stomach to contract for a while.He really couldn't find it, so he had to ask Dong Shengsheng for help.Assistant Dong said with ease: "You don't need to look through the cabinets and desks. You can't find anything there. Go and see if there is anything on the bed."

Chang Zhou endured the discomfort, uncovered the two thin quilts that were unclear, and finally found the document in the middle of the bed.He held the folder in his hands, and his eyes touched the few pairs of underwear that fell to the ground. He was blushing and bent over to pick them up, but he found a three-inch photo that fell down together.He stepped forward to pick it up, and Dong Shengsheng asked on the phone: "Have you found it?" Chang Zhou reflexively replied "I found it", but his heart seemed to be gouged out by the fast-forming dim photo paper——Photo On the bed, a Chinese man bowed his body, only half of his profile was seen, while Yu Yang was lying lazily on a sofa, accepting his kiss on his back.He straightened up, his stomach twitched, and the stomach acid seemed to flow back up uncontrollably, he had no time to look at the photos, dropped the things in his hand, and ran into the bathroom quickly.

When He Yinchuan heard the sound, he leaned over the toilet and vomited violently while propping up the wall with one hand.He Yinchuan saw that he was dripping with cold sweat in pain, so anxious that he only knew to contact his little uncle.Chang Zhou huddled against the wall, and said calmly, "Call an ambulance for me, it must be due to allergies. Hand over the documents on the bedroom floor to Xiao Xu, and tell him to wait for someone to pick them up." Immediately afterwards, he fell into a daze He pushed his head into the corner of the wall.His last moment of disappointment was that his sanity was not swallowed by pain, but submerged in a sense of unreasonable and undeserved jealousy and possessiveness. head," it was too late.

When Mr. Yu left a private estate and returned to Nice, he heard from Assistant He that Mr. Chang had been admitted to the hospital again.When Assistant Dong received the boss's inquiry, he quickly explained that he was fine, but He Yinchuan refused to let him off easily. He snatched the phone and fanned the flames, saying that the reason for the allergy was that the chef added shrimp paste to the stewed mushrooms for dinner. That night, Mr. Chang was so painful that he almost went into shock. As soon as the ambulance arrived, he gave him epinephrine.Dong Shengsheng wanted to defend Chef Tang, but Mr. Yu directly said: "Resign the chef." He Yinchuan was particularly aggrieved, and complained that the location of the old house was too remote, and he was very anxious when the ambulance came and waited for him.Yu Yang was at a loss for words for a while, thinking that the little nephew probably realized his private intention of forcibly keeping someone, and completely forgot to find out his position in defending Chang Zhou.

Not seeing each other for more than a month, Yu Yangjin was timid and refused to contact Chang Zhou first, but he wanted to use his tongue to make excuses to Assistant He, saying "Missing is like vinegar, like wine, the longer you keep it, the more beautiful it will be" Assistant He had no choice but to withdraw his sympathy.When he returned to New York, he still hadn't heard from Chang Zhou. Yu Yang repeatedly confirmed to He Qiqing that he knew the meeting was over, and said in disbelief, "You said, how could he not care about me so much? Could it be me? Wishful thinking?" After all, longing is not vinegar or wine, and it cannot be brewed more and more thickly; I am afraid that longing is just a thick fog, which gives people the opportunity to watch from a distance and suppress it, but sooner or later it will disperse.On the day before returning to China, Yu Yang couldn't hold back anymore and called Chang Zhou.Yu Yang was uneasy, and said softly "wait a moment" at the other end, covered the receiver and walked out, and then the door closed.Yu Yang thought about it: "Are you in the hotel?"

Chang Zhou was stunned, and immediately understood that the door-closing notification had leaked the secret. He did not hesitate to interrupt the discussion in the room, and exposed his whereabouts unpreparedly. He chuckled suspiciously, but had no time to examine himself, and jumped up Said: "Yes, come to meet a friend. The forum is over? I asked Assistant Dong when you will return to China, but he didn't tell me."

His disdainful anticipation contrasted Yu Yang's reserve and affectation, Yu Yang repented in his heart, and said softly, "Why didn't you ask me directly?"

Chang Zhou didn't care about his tender words, and said with a smile: "After you left, I searched for your information on the Internet. The news said that people like you are paid by the hour and by the minute. Tell me, how can I?" Dare to contact you?"

"What do you want me to say? I exist by your side, but you always choose to learn about me from prejudiced friends and non-existent news."

Chang Zhou hesitated, "Are you angry?"

Yu Yang realized that his tone was too tired, and said in a trembling voice: "How can it be? I'm never angry with you, don't think about it. Are you feeling better?"

"Okay. This is not the first time, I have long been used to it." After finishing speaking, he asked again, "Why are you never angry with me?"

Yu Yang leaned back in the chair and smiled, and asked like a child: "Why do you never make me angry?"

"You mean I'm the problem?"

"I mean, this is an unsolvable problem." The little girl with blond hair under the window facing the street giggled as she closed the window. For the first time in a week, she managed to attract the attention of Mr. Yu.Yu Yang was whispering to Chang Zhou, and the girl walked around slowly with her green skirt in hand, took out a card from her schoolbag and pasted it on the glass, looking at him expectantly. "Will you date me?" the card read.The girl saw the man inside smiling with his head down, his brown hair curled back naturally, as soft as silk with a strange luster.Yu Yang asked for a note, replied with a pen, and signaled the waiter to send it out.He continued on the phone: "...yes, Chris—the model, his multi-person relationship was exposed. But his family still invited me to celebrate Thanksgiving, probably in the hope that I could make him a prodigal son. Turn back." The girl opened the note, with swashbuckling English words and boring black ink on it: I like your little green dress, but my boyfriend suggested to me, before dating you, it's better to ask your parents about it. Opinion.She lowered the corners of her eyes in frustration, Yu Yang smiled apologetically, and said to Chang Zhou: "But I rejected their invitation. Before Thanksgiving, the person I want to see more is you."

Chang Zhou was full of contradictions, and murmured: "For me, festivals are no different from ordinary days..."

"It's no different for me." He was exposed by a person who was the least good at debunking, and those hot emotions rushed out. Yu Yang suppressed his voice and said softly: "Festivals and ordinary days are very important to me. It's no different. Because I miss you the same way every day."

When He Ping impatiently walked out of the room to look for someone, the doctor of physics who fell into the trap everywhere without knowing it was hitting his forehead against the wall, trying to shake his troubles out.Seeing him coming out, he stopped suddenly and called out "General He" cautiously.He Ping pretended to be caring, and then opened the door, "Then let's continue." Chang Zhou walked in with him in a daze, as if his heart and soul had been stolen.

The author has something to say: often the way of asking questions is not right.