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The heat in the mountains is indeed much weaker than that in the urban areas.

In the evening, Zheng Yuan and a group of media colleagues and industry professionals were sitting on the outdoor lawn of Yunju Resort Villa located in the northwest of the city, watching the opening ceremony of Yunju Villa Louwang Villa Group.

Most of the two-day, one-night events are "rewarding" media and industry insiders who have supported the project for a long time in the name of opening, so the number of people participating in the event is not many, but it adds a bit of leisure atmosphere.The organizer originally invited the editor-in-chief of "Guangsha" to participate.But because the editor-in-chief wanted to take the children to participate in kindergarten activities, he arranged for Zheng Yuan to come.

Zheng Yuan sat on the rattan chair, feeling an embarrassing sense of comfort as an industry reporter.In the past, he came to places outside the Sixth Ring Road either because of landslides or because of the scene of a car accident.Now that he could have the opportunity to take a little vacation, he couldn't tell whether it was fun or uneasy.

There is a 10-minute break between the ribbon-cutting session of the opening ceremony and the subsequent expert forum.Zheng Yuan was looking for a glass of water in the tea break area, when a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Too strong lemonade is not good for the stomach, let's get a cup of tea."

Zheng Yuan pretended not to hear, and took a glass of lemonade from the white dining table.After thinking about it again, he still straightened his skin, turned his head and smiled politely: "Mr. Song, I didn't expect you to be here."

Song Tianhao dressed casually in light tones, smiled with his extremely dark eyes, and said, "Yunju Villa has Hengli as a shareholder, so there is no reason not to come."

With a learned expression on Zheng Yuan's face, he recalled that he didn't see Song Tianhao's name in the guest autograph book just now.Not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling, he walked towards the seating area.Song Tianhao also walked along the way, and finally sat down on the empty seat beside Zheng Yuan.

"I saw your report on private property change yesterday. It's really good. It has your style." The two were silent for a moment, and Song Tianhao began to find something to say.

"Mr. Song has won the award." Zheng Yuan sneered in his heart about his own style. There are too many news articles, and it is difficult to have a personal style!

While the two were talking, on the stage, the developer's "manager" was introducing the company's next plan.

"...Actually, our company still has a piece of land, which will be built into a Chinese-style villa on the edge of the West Third Ring Road. The unique courtyard is the feature of this new project, and it also provides a It’s a place for family gatherings. It’s also very good to enjoy the moon in the yard on clear nights like these days.” As he said this, there was a sly smile in the narrow eyes on his soft and white round face meaning.

Zheng Yuan snorted when he heard this, and said to Song Tianhao: "It's true, it will cost a lot of money to enjoy the moon quietly now."

"The small courtyard next to the second ring road of your house is no worse than what he said." Song Tianhao replied in a low voice after hearing this.

The two were talking, and the man sitting in front of Zheng Yuan turned his head hesitantly, his eyes were delicate, and there was an indescribable tranquility in his eyes.Zheng Yuan only felt that he seemed familiar, and after careful identification, he looked like the man he had watched in the Four Seasons Hotel before.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Qiao?" Seeing the man's face, Song Tianhao greeted him in a familiar tone.

The man surnamed Qiao raised the corners of his mouth lightly, nodded to Song Tianhao, and said in a flat tone: "I'm just the channel manager of the high-end business department now, and Mr. Song still doesn't have a good memory."

After finishing speaking, his eyes quickly swept over Zheng Yuan, and was about to turn around, but Song Tianhao still spoke without looking at the atmosphere.

"Why did Manager Qiao arrive halfway through the event? Is Jiacheng's business doing well recently?"

"It's okay." The man surnamed Qiao turned around again to answer, but there was a trace of confusion in his eyes looking at Song Tianhao.

"Just now I told Reporter Zheng that some developers now dare to build houses on industrial land. Recently, the supervision is strict. You, Jiacheng, are just starting to sell new houses as agents. You must investigate clearly, otherwise it may be a waste of manpower and material resources. , it’s still not good enough.”

The man surnamed Qiao listened quietly with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Thank you, President Song, for reminding me."

So far there is nothing more to say.Song Tianhao turned around again when he saw the man surnamed Qiao, and hurriedly said, "By the way, I forgot to introduce, this is Zheng Yuan, the reporter of "Guangsha". Zheng Yuan, this is Qiao Yu from Jiacheng."

Zheng Yuan watched the conversation between the two of them, just like watching a play.Zheng was happy to be at ease, being introduced by Song Tianhao, he hurriedly took out his business card and exchanged it with Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu held the business card in his hand. After reading it carefully, he said "Zheng Yuan" in a low voice, then lowered his eyelids, and put the business card into the card holder.

Zheng Yuan looked at Qiao Yu, then at Song Tianhao, there is something wrong!He put away Qiao Yu's business card, and the expert forum officially started. Several real estate experts on the stage discussed the advantages of Yunju Villa's location, transportation, environment, etc.

"Come on, let me show you the picture of my son, isn't it cute?" The expert's voice echoed in Zheng Yuan's ear, but Song Tianhao handed over the phone beside him.On the huge screen of the mobile phone, a baby boy who looked less than one year old, wearing a light yellow cotton baby clothes, smiled brightly at the camera.

"Cute." Zheng Yuan liked children, and praised from ear to ear when he saw them.But such a cute child, except for those huge black eyes, doesn't look like Song Tianhao's child at all.

Song Tianhao put away his mobile phone and said proudly, "You're so smart, it's less than 10 months old."

Zheng Yuan listened to Song Tianhao's wife selling melons, but Qiao Yu in the front row shrugged his shoulders.Are you sneering?He was vaguely aware of the embarrassing aura around him.Song Tianhao and Qiao Yu stood in front of each other, and there seemed to be a trace of... murderous intent in the flowing air?

Seeing that the key points of the guests on stage were almost finished, Zheng Yuan quietly got up and prepared to retreat.After walking a few steps, he found that Song Tianhao was also following behind him lingeringly.

Zheng Yuan walked into the hotel on his own, and went straight to the elevator.Song Tianhao bid farewell to Qiao Yu, and followed Zheng Yuan step by step.

"Mr. Song won't chat with acquaintances anymore?" Zheng Yuan asked helplessly when he walked into the elevator.

"Ah...there will be more opportunities in the future."

"Which floor do you go to?"

"Well... same as you."

Zheng Yuan opened his mouth, took a breath, and silently pressed the room floor arranged for him by the organizer.The elevator glides upward smoothly and steadily.

"The son I mentioned just now is really my son. It's just a test-tube baby, and now my wife and her girlfriend are raising it." In the silence, Song Tianhao suddenly said in a low voice as if to defend himself.

Um.But Zheng Yuan didn't intend to hear about the glorious deeds of his marriage.

Seeing that Zheng Yuan didn't respond, he didn't say anything else.

After the elevator came to a complete stop and the door opened, Zheng Yuan hurriedly stepped out of the elevator room and said, "Boss Song should go to bed early."

"Wait a minute!" Song Tianhao still did not give up catching up, and said with his eyes bent, "I seem to have forgotten my room card in the room, can I borrow your room phone to the service desk?"

When I was a three-year-old child!Zheng Yuan growled in his heart.

"Isn't it okay for Mr. Song to take the elevator directly to the information desk on the first floor?" Taking a deep breath, Zheng Yuan suggested.

Song Tianhao waved his hand, it's too troublesome, why not call now.

have no choice.Zheng Yuan took out his room card and opened the door, Song Tianhao's troubled smile with his eyes bent was beyond reproach.

The indoor central air conditioner quietly sends in cold air, making the room extremely cool.This room is based on dark brown, mixed with bright tones of beige and gold, with a touch of business casual.The rug is a collage of dark browns and beige that runs from the edge of the entryway to the French windows.On the huge double bed, the center of the white quilt is covered with dark brown brocade, and at the end of the bed are four brocade pillows of the same color.Between the bed and the floor-to-ceiling windows, chocolate-colored writing desks and single sofas are lined up.

Zheng Yuan threw the satchel containing the mobile phone, business card holder and small notepad on the huge bed, turned around and sat on the single sofa between the bed and the floor-to-ceiling windows.He pointed his chin in the direction of the head of the bed, signaling Song Tianhao to make a call.

However, Song Tianhao didn't mean to be drunk.He walked under the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked out, and tapped on the glass with his fingers.

"Mr. Song, do you need me to call for you?" Zheng Yuan said lazily from the side.To be honest, when he was working outside recently, he always felt that he was supported by a breath of air. Now that he could finally take a rest by himself, Song Tianhao refused to leave.

"No hurry, let's chat for a while."

Zheng Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Tomorrow morning we have to return early, Mr. Song should rest early today."

Song Tianhao raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said, "It's still early."

"Hurry up sooner rather than later." Zheng Yuan leaned on the single sofa sleepily.

Song Tianhao turned his head and looked at Zheng Yuan, the corners of his eyes were slightly drooping, and there was a light that Zheng Yuan could not read.

"Do you regret it?" After a while, Song Tianhao asked without beginning or end.

Zheng Yuan knew what he was referring to, pondered for a moment, and said, "Thanks to your hard work that night, we are now clean."

Song Tianhao lowered his eyebrows and said with a polite smile on his face, "Sorry, that wasn't my original intention."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and asked Zheng Yuan: "Do you know how I met Ouyang?"

After hearing this sentence, Zheng Yuan wondered, didn't Song Tianhao explain before that he and Ouyang are brothers in the same academy?

Seeing Zheng Yuan's confused face, Song Tianhao continued, "Ouyang must have never told you. I chased him before but was rejected. If it wasn't for Qiao Yu, I would never have known Ouyang. I remember when you dropped out of school, Ouyang's The state is very bad. At that time, I thought that Ouyang liked you. If you are gone, he might consider other boys. Unexpectedly, Ouyang said that he is not interested in men. He is willing because it is you. "

Zheng Yuan remembered that night five years ago, Ouyang took the initiative to call, in fact, he said to Zheng Yuan, "I like you, even if you are drunk and don't take it seriously, I am serious", but in the end he failed Ouyang.Thinking of this, Zheng Yuan felt indescribably sad.

"I still heard what Qiao Yu said about you and Ouyang. You don't remember, he and Ouyang were classmates?" Song Tianhao walked back to the desk, leaned his back against the edge of the desk, stretched out his foot and kicked Zheng Yuan's toes.

Zheng Yuan only had a vague impression of Qiao Yu.After returning to school after taking a year off from school, although he was still a senior year, he spent half of his time in the hospital, a quarter of his time looking for a job, and some of his time disappeared for no reason.The gap between him and Ouyang is too big, unimaginable and scary.He shook his head, retracting his straight legs.

"I heard that Ouyang is going to inspect the real estate I introduced earlier this weekend. Are you going to let nature take its course?" Song Tianhao rubbed the corners of his eyes and asked.

"Don't tell me you know everything." After hearing this, Zheng Yuan began to feel depressed and annoyed, and reached for the phone on the bedside table, "Mr. Song, I'll call the service desk for you."

Song Tianhao leaned over and pressed Zheng Yuan's hand.Vaguely, Zheng Yuan smelled a trace of alcohol.I don't know when Song Tianhao drank again.

"Ouyang said that he had given up his mind long ago, and he didn't want you to misunderstand."

Zheng Yuan was noncommittal.Since last Friday, he has repeatedly told himself to relax and not to disturb Ouyang's life impulsively.But hearing Song Tianhao's words, he still couldn't help but feel helpless.

Song Tianhao saw that Zheng Yuan didn't respond, but there was a trace of confusion and boredom in his half-drunk eyes, and asked bluntly: "Ouyang is married, what are you going to do?"

"Boss Song, do you have a lot of work to do?" Zheng Yuan withdrew his hand, looked up at Song Tianhao's face diagonally above.If it had been a few years earlier, Zheng Yuan might have punched him earlier.But now, Zheng Yuan feels trapped by something unknown and unable to break free.This unknown thing is called work, salary, responsibility, or life.

In this life, Ouyang Wensi is like a tea and a meal to him, which cannot be separated, but it is so common that he forgets to cherish it.At that time, he reacted, but he had already fallen into the arms of others.

And there was a fire hidden in his heart, no matter how close he was to the water, he could not quench his long-distance thirst.

Song Tianhao stared at Zheng Yuan's thoughtful face, stood up with a click of his tongue, and suddenly confessed: "Of course I can't control it, I can't even handle things on my own bed."

Zheng Yuan heard that he spoke yellow accents for no reason, he didn't know where the strength came from, and laughed out loud.Although he is slow to perceive his own feelings, he is not a fool to let others take advantage of him.

"Qiao Yu has a boyfriend." How many years ago, Ouyang casually mentioned the matter of friends to Zheng Yuan.Zheng Yuan also casually interrupted with a smile.Now that Zheng Yuan remembered, Qiao Yu's boyfriend was a senior surnamed Song, who liked to play vicious pranks.

Zheng Yuan picked up the satchel from the bed, and reached for the business card holder: "Mr. Song, stop pretending to be pitiful here. I don't think you want to call the service desk, right? May I find Mr. Qiao's phone number for you?"

Song Tianhao's face was mixed with shock and loss, he shook his head and sat back on the sofa.

Although Zheng Yuan said that, he would not really call Qiao Yu.Seeing Song Tianhao's loneliness, he softened his heart and said, "You also understand that if you are rejected, no matter how hard you try, it may be useless."

Song Tianhao let out a sneer deep in his throat, with a self-mockery on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, it is futile to make the other party jealous or sad."

After saying this, he nodded in front of his line of sight, stood up and said goodbye in relief.

"It's so late to disturb."

Zheng Yuan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Stop calling?"

Song Tianhao rubbed his eyebrows, and confessed in a low voice: "The project party didn't invite me. How can I get a room when it's full on weekends? I'll drive back later."

Zheng Yuan wanted to be polite, but seeing Song Tianhao's expression, he just said, "Aren't you afraid of being arrested for drunk driving?"

Song Tianhao laughed when he heard this, his disapproving smile contained a hint of self-destruction.

"I shouldn't say much about you and Ouyang. But it's best not to give up easily, or you may regret it a hundred times more than you do now." Before walking out of the door, he turned his head and said as if suddenly remembered.

Zheng Yuan patted him on the shoulder, knowing that he was awake enough to go back to the city alone, and pushed him out.

After closing the door, Zheng Yuan can finally be alone.

He thought of what Song Tianhao said about Ouyang just now, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.He didn't dare to ask too much for Ouyang.As long as we can smoke quietly and be in a daze together like before.This is enough.

But now, when even these have been lost, Zheng Yuan suddenly wants more.

But when he thought about what Ouyang had said to him not long ago, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

Zheng Yuan felt that he was just begging along the street.

The author has something to say: The update is a little late today, sorry~