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In the old one-story house, whenever it rains, there will be a fresh, earthy smell mixed with rainwater, and a sweet smell of watermelon that comes from nowhere.

Zheng Yuan rolled a few times on the slightly damp bedding and got up.

He touched the phone from the bedside, pressed the navigation key, and several WeChat messages were displayed on the screen.After browsing one by one, except for the editor reminding him to submit the manuscript as soon as possible, the last one was sent by Ouyang at 9:[-] in the morning.

"have you woken up?"

With four words plus a punctuation mark, his emotions cannot be seen.

Zheng Yuan put down his mobile phone and went to the kitchen to wash his face and brush his teeth, took two bites of fried egg pancakes in the main room, and crawled back to the side room to write.

He never replied to Ouyang's WeChat.

When it was time to have dinner with his mother, Ouyang sent another WeChat message.

"Are you coming back for dinner?"

Zheng Yuan buried his head in eating the braised noodles, but still didn't reply.

After half an hour, Ouyang sent another message "Remember to eat well", and the text was gone.

The old lady of the Zheng family saw Zheng Yuan eating and playing with her mobile phone non-stop, so she wanted to talk to him.

"I heard that Wensi and Xiaofan are having a fight?"

Zheng Yuan just slurped the noodles until his stomach was temporarily full, then he turned around and said, "It's not because of any awkwardness, we broke up."

Although the old lady of the Zheng family had guessed the answer a long time ago, she still couldn't help but look worried, and asked cautiously for fear of being disliked by young people: "Why is this? Didn't everyone plan to buy a wedding house before?"

Zheng Yuan didn't know how to answer.He didn't want to mention the problems between Ouyang and Jiang Xiaofan, let alone tell his mother.He got up and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of boiling water, and brought it back to the main room to make two cups of barley tea for his mother and himself.

Holding the teacup and whistling as if fearing it would be hot, he explained to his mother without looking up: "Jiang Xiaofan said, Ouyang doesn't want a child, she can't accept it."

After hearing this, the old lady of the Zheng family fluttered her eyelashes a few times, lowered her head to take a sip of tea, and then raised her head and sighed: "Wensi is a poor child. I lost my mother when I was young... I think I was afraid of the things at home. Right? However, if you meet someone who really loves him, two people plus a child are better than one person. You should also persuade him. "

"What should I advise him? He is so grown up that he can listen to me?"

"You forgot that he listened to you the most when you were a child. You said he would not go west when you said he would go east."

Zheng Yuan was speechless, suspecting that his mother's memory had gone wrong.He looked carefully at his mother's face, and found that the wrinkles on her face were getting more and more inadvertently.It is said that a son follows his mother. In the past, relatives always said that Zheng Yuan and his mother looked alike, especially those slender upper and lower eye lines, black and white eyes.Now seeing the wrinkles on the corners of his mother's eyes, he guessed that he would be like this when he was old.

Seeing the constant pity in his mother's eyes, he knew that she had no intention of blaming Ouyang's family.Ouyang's stepmother was also kind to him. If he wanted to learn painting, he would learn painting, and if he wanted to go to college in Yancheng, which was expensive, he didn't say no.But behind this, there is always a sense of laissez-faire.This point, I am afraid that the mother is also aware of it, so she always cherishes Ouyang so much.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so don't worry too much." Seeing the worried expression on his mother's face, Zheng Yuan persuaded him.

The mother squeezed out a smile, glanced at him, and replied: "I can't wait to enjoy your blessing. You, if you are really blessed, don't forget Ouyang."

Zheng Yuan laughed dryly, stared at the dim courtyard and continued to drink tea, took two sips, and suddenly asked his mother: "Mom, you are too biased. What do I owe Ouyang?"

The old lady of the Zheng family didn't look at him any more, and muttered, "I'm going to eat people when I talk", then got up and went back to the back room.

In Yancheng, every Chinese New Year, every household will paste the word "Fu" on the door upside down, in order to hope that good luck will come as soon as possible.The word "Fu" pasted on the main door of Zheng Yuan's house was still there, and he stared blankly at the faded red piece of paper by himself, feeling that his "Fu" might not be able to come.

In the blink of an eye, on Friday, Zheng Yuan habitually went to the newspaper office for a short stay.Editor-in-chief Wei passed by his desk when he was going to hold a middle-level leadership meeting, and told him on the way: Zeng Xianqi's interview has to be postponed, and Zheng Yuan can follow up the market news first.

Zheng Yuan agreed, thinking about the reason for the delay of the interview under gossip, Editor-in-Chief Wei has already hurried away.

He chatted with the editor of the weekly magazine on the newspaper's communication software, and only then did he know that the city has been very strict recently. Zeng Xianqi got too close to Guangyang District before, and in the end he "involved" his own brother.Recently, he is dealing with his younger brother's affairs, and he is not in the mood to discuss cooperation with the newspaper.

"You have to be careful when interviewing such local snakes." The editor of the weekly magazine reminded her in the dialog box, and Zheng Yuan returned her tongue-out expression.

Putting aside this kind of soft-text interview with characters, Zheng Yuan was happy and relaxed.Ouyang still sent him WeChat every morning and evening, but he pretended not to see it.On Saturdays and Sundays, thinking that Ouyang might come to his mother's house, Zheng Yuan used running as an excuse early in the morning to wander outside until midnight before returning home.

Entering the main room, his mother was sitting on the sofa watching a TV series. He sat down on the rattan chair beside him, but his eyes were attracted by a half-meter-high cardboard box on the coffee table.

The old lady of the Zheng family looked back at him, fanned her fan leisurely and said, "Ouyang brought it here for you today. I thought that if you don't come back, I'll send it to Tuantuan to play with."

Zheng Yuan knew that it was the first machine he wanted especially before, and Ouyang probably bought it from some exhibition, and the annual packaging was expensive.He pretended to be smirking and watched TV with his mother for a while, said "go to bed", and then went back to the side room.

"You don't want the stuff?" The mother watched TV and reminded him.

"Let's put it here first." He said casually and was about to leave, but his mother stopped him and said, "Wen Si still asks me about you."

"Asked me what?"

"Ask if you're busy recently, and say that I have something to tell you, but I can't contact you."

Zheng Yuan laughed dryly.I don't know what Ouyang wants to say now.He didn't want to think about it, so he wandered back to the side room and went to sleep.

The time Lai spends at his mother's house is accumulating day by day, and the information of Ouyang in Zheng Yuan's mobile phone is also accumulating.Without opening the WeChat dialog box, Zheng Yuan also knows what Ouyang said in a message sent by Ouyang sooner or later.

Although he "took someone else's shorthand", he didn't dare to reply to any message from Ouyang.It's just right for them that they don't interfere with each other.

Lao Bian held a wedding banquet this Saturday, and invited Zheng Yuan, Gu Jun and a group of college classmates.In addition to the share money, Zheng Yuan and Gu Jun discussed choosing a wedding gift for Lao Bian. They wandered around several shopping malls in Xidan all night on Friday, and finally settled on a pair of crystal pendants.

After buying the presents, the two of them wandered to a nearby bar to pad their bellies.Gu Jun began to talk about the strange people and things he met during the interview, while Zheng Yuan listened absent-mindedly.

"Old Zheng asked me how are you doing?" Gu Jun was chewing potato chips, interrupting Zheng Yuan's absent-mindedness.

"It's okay." Zheng Yuan flicked the cigarette in his hand, and answered in a somewhat dull manner.He couldn't say anything about his new job.The real estate market fluctuates, those who can afford it will always be able to afford it, and those who cannot afford it will always be unable to afford it.Except for those in the industry, the report written by Zheng Yuan seems to have nothing to do with anyone's concerns.

Gu Jun gnawed on a bunch of chicken wings again, looked carefully at Zheng Yuan's expression, and said, "Old Zheng said, if you have made up your mind, made up your mind, and still want to do social investigation news, you can go to him."

Old Zheng had already said this sentence when Zheng Yuan left the Social News Department.At that time, he thought it was a polite remark, but now that it came out of Gu Jun's mouth, it lacked some politeness.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Zheng Yuan is tired of tossing and tossing, just want to find a space to catch his breath.

"Where's Ouyang? Is the child useful?" Gu Jun couldn't stop talking once he opened his mouth, and changed the subject of gossip again.

Zheng Yuan thought of this incident and said, "Thanks to you, Ouyang beat someone up."

Gu Jun stared wide-eyed, expressing his disbelief that Ouyang would hit someone, and continued to eat grilled chicken wings.

Zheng Yuan told him the whole story.Gu Jun rolled his eyes, and whispered: "I'm gossiping, why does Ouyang miss his ex-girlfriend so much?"

"Yes. How about it?"

Gu Jun said: "You should also ask clearly. If someone is trying to defend you, you have not wronged him."

Zheng Yuan concentrated on licking the skewers, pretending not to hear.

Gu Jun went on to say: "Is Ouyang too burdened by being an idol, thinking too much. There is no perfect plan in the world. You just wait for him to turn around and explain to you what can happen? Lost meat?"

Seeing that Zheng Yuan ignored him, he added: "You've been fooled by your petty emotions."

Zheng Yuan stuffed a chicken wing into Gu Jun's mouth, and said, "I'm an idiot, don't try to persuade me."

Gu Jun took the chicken wings and stopped nagging.Put a whole chicken wing into your mouth, and when you spit it out, it becomes two clean bones.Zheng Yuan was amused by the sight, and the two of them drank two more glasses before he knew it, and he spent the night at the nearby Gu Jun's house.

Zheng Yuan slept extremely restlessly that night.Gu Jun occupied two-thirds of the bed by himself, and Zheng Yuan could only sleep on the side of the bed in a daze.Just after dawn on Saturday morning, I heard Gu Jun's parents arguing in the living room about whether the mop should be placed on the balcony or in the bathroom.

Zheng Yuan listened on the bed for a while, until the two of them got tired and quieted down, then he walked into the living room with his slippers on.

Gu Jun's mother is preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and his father is reading the newspaper word by word in the living room.Zheng Yuan greeted them, then flashed into the bathroom.

Avoiding others, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There were already more than a dozen WeChat messages sent by Ouyang.He clicked on the dialog box, and the two WeChat messages, one long and one short, circulated repeatedly. White chat bubbles lined up from the top of the screen to the bottom of the screen, and there was no response.

Zheng Yuan suddenly felt empty in his heart.Thinking of Ouyang's feeling of not receiving a response after sending a message, his heart became confused again.

He typed the words "Are you up yet" in the input box, deleted them, and typed "I'm fine, don't worry".

send.

After sending it with horror, it was too late to regret it.Because within ten seconds, Ouyang called.

Zheng Yuan held a vibrating cell phone in his hand, and it didn't matter whether he answered it or not.

Gritting his teeth, he still pressed the answer button.

"I woke up very early today." The phone was pressed to the ear, and Ouyang's familiar voice came over, tightly strangling Zheng Yuan's heart.

"Well... oh, I'm getting married today, and I'll help pick up the bride in the morning."

"Well, congratulate him for me."

"it is good."

It seems that what should be said has been said, Ouyang was silent on the phone for a while, and asked: "Are you still angry about what happened that day?"

Hearing this, Zheng Yuan lowered his voice and said, "Am I angry? I wonder when did your temper grow so big?"

Ouyang was silent for a while, and said: "I said, I just don't want others to misunderstand your kindness, do you believe it?"

Hearing the last sentence and remembering the recent message from Ouyang, Zheng Yuan felt very irritable, took a deep breath, paused, and finally whispered: "Xinxinxin! It's really annoying."

"Huh? I didn't hear clearly?" The signal in his ear weakened, and he asked doubtfully whether Ouyang really didn't hear clearly or pretended not to hear clearly.

Zheng Yuan sighed, raised his voice and said: "I said...ah, forget it! You have to speak directly, and if you have nothing to do, don't keep harassing me."

Ouyang didn't respond on the phone.Zheng Yuan's ears were extremely quiet, as if Ouyang was floating in the vacuum of space, to an unseen distance.He held his breath and held down his heartbeat, trying to tell if Ouyang was still there.

After an unknown amount of time, Ouyang sighed weakly from the other end of the phone, and then he said, "Then I'll wait for you to come back and come back, okay?"