Seasonal season

Yu Hang: What are you doing?

Wenxi: sleep.

Yu Hang: What time is it?

Wenxi: I'm sleepy.

Yu Hang: ...working overtime?

Wenxi: Yes.

Yu Hang: The kind that accompany girls?

Wenxi: (red face with a drop of sweat)

Yu Hang: No justice.Remember to call me next time there is a beautiful woman.

Wenxi: ...

Yu Hang: Why don't you speak?

Wenxi: The editor-in-chief asked you to look at the sample issue tomorrow, and I have notified you, 88.

Yu Hang: Come on, I haven't finished yet.

Wenxi: Hurry up.

Yu Hang: That...

Wenxi: Hurry up.

Yu Hang: Oh, you cut everything you wanted to say.can't remember...

Wenxi: Don’t think about it if you can’t remember it, I’m going to sleep.

Yu Hang: (a string of pitiful expressions) That's fine.

Since the two added WeChat to each other, Wenxi found it was not easy to completely ignore this person.It's always okay to have a few words with you.At the beginning, when I saw his awkward appearance in the elevator, I thought it was some prince or grandson.Looking at it now, this person is simply a model of lack of love. He can bring up a lot of topics for you about nothing, and he is so boring.

In this regard, Wenxi sometimes pays attention to him, and sometimes ignores him.Working in a meeting, sleeping and reading, eating and walking all belong to the category of ignoring the harassment of the other party.When you ignore him, that son will intensify the topic, a long series of questions and answers, so that your eardrums are constantly beating by the sound of information notifications.It's annoying, but Wenxi feels uncomfortable when she doesn't send a message one day, thinking about it, it's really abnormal.

Wenxi stopped answering, and Yu Hang cut it.Throwing away the phone, I turned to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was only 08:30.At this point, his grandmother, who is almost 90 years old, still can't sleep.

As long as Yu Hang thinks of Wenxi's very indifferent attitude towards him, he will feel a little unhappy.For him, the appearance of Song Wenxi, the right time, place and people, is the rhythm that God wants to give him a friend.Although he said that he didn't like the coldness and meanness of that person, he was always attracted to him involuntarily. It felt amazing to be able to talk, eat, and bicker with another person.After getting along for a few days, he already felt that Wen Xi could say anything pleasantly, and he was satisfied with everything he did. If he wasn't a friend, he thought, he wouldn't have such a feeling.

He hugged the pillow and came to the window.The bedroom window has a large bay window, big enough to sleep two adults.The countertop is covered with a layer of bound floral fabric cushions.Before going to bed, he likes to sit here, holding a glass of water, looking at the scattered lights of Wanjia downstairs.At this moment, he was looking out the window, wondering what his friend was doing who had no time to chat with him.

That friend was leaning against the bed, staring blankly at the phone...Lao Song went out, and Aunt Zhang next door dragged him to watch a square dance performance.Dad didn't go at first, but Wenxi and Aunt Zhang persuaded him to go.

Wenxi knew he wanted to go, but he couldn't save face.

Last night, I rushed to draft, and today I ran for another day of activities. When I lay down, my legs were not my own.To do this kind of editing, interviews are the second best thing. It would be terrible if all the major business owners organize activities together.Everyone wants to go to anyone's place, and no one dares to offend anyone's place. The editor-in-chiefs can leave with the money.They can't, they have to click one by one and squat honestly.Like today, one after another, two of them crashed, Wenxi could only apologize at both ends, and run at both ends.When I got home at night, I was so tired that I lay down on the sofa, and I was too tired to crawl anymore.

After washing up, as soon as he lay down on the bed, Yu Hang sent a message.

To be a man is to be a rich second generation.This guy's daily life is chatting, dancing, and putting on airs as a young master when he is upset, so he is so comfortable.Unlike him, every porridge and meal come out on his own feet.

When he was chatting with Yu Hang, Ruoyan kept sending messages, asking if he was free this weekend.

Wenxi understood her intentions and said that she couldn't leave because of something.

The girl was very flexible and quickly changed her mind.I sent a few photos of the clothes and asked if they looked good.

Wenxi is most annoyed by this kind of thing.If she said "good, good-looking" this time, she would play this extremely boring game next time.So back: not good-looking.

Ruoyan said, how is it possible?I bought it at your sister's store.

"Isn't what she sells ugly?"

Ruoyan stopped talking.Wenxi turned to Yu Hang to read the messages again, and that guy had already sent a series of "Are you asleep?" "Speak up." "Editor Song wake up" and so on.

Just as I was about to reply to him, another series of beeps came.

Ruoyan: Do you hate me?

Wenxi let out a breath, and typed a line patiently: No, I treat every colleague like this.

These words were like a silent bomb, completely silent over there.

Wenxi stopped looking at her phone, blinked her eyes, and stared out the window.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees danced, and the chirping of night insects could already be heard.He suddenly felt sad, because mom, didn't he know how to love?

Every time he sees Li Chen biting his lips to bleed with jealousy, besides being amused, he is not satisfied.He didn't feel a sense of accomplishment from winning the heart that others only dreamed of.Is it because I am too self-righteous, or I don't know how to appreciate her beauty?He couldn't tell.No matter how Hu Ruoyan looked at it, it was just like what Wenya persuaded him in the shop two days ago: You need to be talented, you need to be good-looking, you need to have a family background, you need to be virtuous, and the key is to be infatuated with you.

Such a girl, why is he not moved at all?Is it afraid?Afraid of love and marriage, afraid that because of the unknown emotions of the other party, your life will fall into the abyss that will never be restored?Or is it simply that I lack the courage to take a step forward?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he was, he turned his gaze away from the window and took a book to read.After turning a few pages, I felt drowsy and gradually fell asleep.

He dreamed that he was running on the same road again... There was a thick fog ahead, blocking the direction of travel.He seemed to be running away from something, but when he ran here, he was at a loss, as if someone was instructing him to go through the fog and go to the other side.

He walked forward cautiously and nervously, taking every step in vain, worried that he would fall into an unknown pit at any time.He hates the uncertainty.After walking for a while, I heard someone calling him, like a woman's voice.Listening again, I suddenly saw my father standing behind me, talking to him about square dancing.

"Wenxi, Dad is getting married, will you agree?"

He looked blankly at his father's prematurely aged face, feeling unhappy: I haven't thought about finding one for so many years, why are we talking about it now?If I had known this, I should have married early and abandoned my children early, just like my mother!

Lao Song seemed very embarrassed and started to cry.Crying, crying, the person disappeared, and the voice became slightly inaudible.

The fog hadn't dissipated, and he walked, but came to an abandoned house.It was dark all around, with broken walls and ruins, and there were many broken toys on the ground.

"Editor Song, you're here."

Wenxi saw someone in the shadow, but even if he opened his eyes hard, he couldn't see clearly.

"Chairman Yu?"

The man's laughter penetrated the darkness: "You can't even hear my voice?"

Yu Hang?

He couldn't see his face clearly, but felt that the man was gradually approaching.Immediately afterwards, I felt warm breath brushing against my cheeks.

Closing his eyes, he felt the temperature of his fingers, slowly walking on his neck, and the man murmured: "It's me..."

His breathing gradually became rapid with the gentle touch, and he tried his best to suppress this pleasure but couldn't. The softness after losing control made his ears and cheeks hot, but he was unable to break free.

The soft strands of hair brushed against his skin, making him tremble all over, shuddering as if awakened!

He tried to push him away in a daze, but didn't touch any substance.

"I am here."

Follow the sound and rush over, his hands are still empty.

But immediately he was hugged by someone and fell into a gentle embrace.

In the inseparable moment of tenderness, he clearly saw his father standing in the light and shadow!

Momentarily ashamed, eager to get away from the invisible man.Suddenly, I felt chilly on my shoulders. I looked down and found that I was not wearing any clothes!In a hurry, he tried to stop the shirt that was falling off automatically, but he couldn't use his hands.After finally catching it, the clothes seemed to be pulled by a powerful force, and they couldn't be pulled back...

"Wenxi! Wenxi!"

There was a sudden bright light ahead, and the light pierced the darkness. Wenxi didn't bother to pull his clothes, and blocked the strong light with his hands.

"Dream?"

Opening his eyes suddenly, he was forced back by the light again.After getting used to it, his vision gradually became clear, and his father's anxious face came into view.

I feel like I'm still in a dream.

"I came back and found you asleep against the head of the bed."

Wenxi stared fixedly at her father, fearing that if he opened his mouth again, he would say what he had said in his dream and everything he had seen.

"dad……"

"Ok?"

"How about square dancing?"

Lao Song poured him a glass of water and said, "It's nothing interesting, I'll just look around."

Wenxi cheered up: "Didn't you see the right aunt?"

Old Song smiled foolishly: "Why are you just like Aunt Zhang! No! Worry about yourself first."

Thinking of the dream just now, Wenxi felt suddenly depressed, with a look of shame on his face, Lao Song thought it was because of the last sentence he said.

After watching him drink the water, Dad took the cup away and closed the door gently.

Wenxi leaned against the head of the bed.The book I read before bed is still there.Slender fingers caressed the black and white concave-convex cover, on which there were snowflakes falling like pine needles.

Following the bookmark, I turned to the page I was reading: the boy was lying on the silk quilt, with his head on the pillow... His lips also turned crimson in the dim light.The breath coming out of his mouth, the voice seemed to be that the young man didn't know the seriousness of the suffering in the world, and he was playingfully imitating a song sung by a kind of suffering...

The so-called thinking day by day and dreaming at night is just that he read such a passage before going to bed.Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to accept that he had a sexual dream and was still with a man.

Although he comforted himself, the turbulent mood just now had calmed down, but the feeling was so vivid and profound that his heartbeat couldn't catch up to the normal rhythm for a long time.

How could you pull a man you've only met a few times into your dream?

He was puzzled.

Maybe, I was really too lonely.

The author has something to say:

Saturday, a bunch of things, his dad doesn't like me messing with these things, so I can't write when he is at home, if he dares to write, there will be a lot of reasons to let you go back to life, saying that he needs people to watch TV Accompanying, I need to watch the children study and take them to play. At night, the young masters refused to eat honestly. The young master lost his temper, and then the old man blamed me: Don't do these useless things all day long, and care about the children more.Really, I did everything I needed to do.Although it has not been effective so far, it is my interest anyway.If I dress up like some mothers and go shopping and have fun, will you be even more crazy?He said: How dare you!Threats at every turn, "You have to live with the computer!", just now pouted and said to cut off the Internet, "I will do what I say."Alas, I am really helpless for this big brother.Today, there are more complaints than texts. Who told me that when I was young, I didn’t think about writing essays early. I have to wait until my family and I are eager to write the stories that emerge in my heart. Let’s grind it slowly.