you are the minutiae of the world

It's autumn, and the garbage in the corridor is not as smelly as it was a few months ago, and Liu Yueming's speed of climbing the stairs has slowed down somewhat.

The weather is getting colder, and Hengyueli has already started to increase the temperature of the air conditioner. Liu Yueming's work station is close to the air conditioner outlet. He is dizzy from the hot wind, rubbing his head and preparing to go out to smoke a cigarette.

I don't know when Liu Yueming started smoking. It seems that he came back from a vacation. He used to...be considered a good boy, no matter whether he was in the orphanage or in the Liu family, he was a good boy. He neither smoked nor drank. Some of them can't even afford to eat, let alone buy cigarettes, but they still know how to smoke. Before they met Du Sheng in the club, the manager asked them to learn how to smoke and drink, in case the guests like it.

Alcohol is too choking, Liu Yueming really can't do it, but he can smoke cigarettes, and he hasn't had much addiction these years, he rarely smokes, but recently Liu Yueming likes it very much.

When it was almost time for lunch break, Liu Yueming simply left the Hengyue Building to find a place outside. While he was puffing in the corner, Liu Yueming heard a voice behind him. When he turned around, he saw someone he hadn't seen in months.

Du Sheng stood behind him in a suit and leather shoes, with one hand in his pocket, and his appraising eyes wandered around Liu Yueming.

Liu Yueming ignored him, lowered his eyelids and continued to smoke, gray smoke lingered around his face.

"I didn't expect you to still smoke," Du Sheng said, with a disappointed tone: "This is not something a good boy should do."

"Can't you be a good boy if you know how to smoke?" Liu Yueming said flatly, "Mr. Du's requirements are really strict."

"Xiao Qi, you are a well-behaved child, please don't make me angry." Du Sheng approached him, reached out and snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it on the ground.

"Mr. Du," Liu Yueming glanced at the cigarette that was still smoking on the ground, and said, "I'm in my 20s, I'm not a teenager anymore, I don't know how to take care of it, my body is loose, and there is loose, what is it? Look, child, President Ji doesn't want me, what are you rushing to do, the price has dropped for nothing."

"Do you know why I fell in love with you at a glance back then?"

"Heh, I can guess exactly what you rich people think."

Liu Yueming just finished speaking when he felt a pain in his jaw. Du Sheng pinched his chin with one hand and raised his face, his eyes were sharp: "Because you have a pair of clear and stubborn eyes that fascinate people. I think again, this child I must have come here out of necessity, I want to help him, you have not let me down, you are a clean boy, I can't let you be up for grabs like a commodity."

Liu Yueming didn't dodge, didn't struggle, and met Du Sheng with a pair of empty and expressionless eyes.

"I just talked about cooperation with Ji Chuan upstairs. He said that you are tired of being played by him, and he persuaded me." Du Sheng's finger slowly stroked Liu Yueming's chin: "Burn it for a bad guy. You don't deserve your reputation."

"Xiaoqi," Du Sheng approached Liu Yueming, and whispered in his ear, "Why are you so cheap."

After speaking, Du Sheng let go and backed away. He half-closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth. At first glance, his expression was gentle, but Liu Yueming could feel the indifference and mockery behind his gentleness.

"However, we have had a relationship. I am somewhat nostalgic. It's okay to relax. I don't dislike you. Let's make a price."

Liu Yueming stared straight at Du Sheng for a while, then smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"You don't dislike me, but I hate you, Mr. Du."