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Zheng Yuan completely resigned.

Facing Zheng Yuan's verbal resignation, Editor-in-Chief Wei did not try to dissuade him too much.He may also see that even if Zheng Yuan continues to work here, he is still an unfamiliar dog.It is better to release it late than to release it early.

After agreeing with Editor-in-Chief Wei to come to the newspaper to go through the resignation process next week, Zheng Yuan returned to his work station, packed dozens of newspapers that had been in the drawer for more than three years, put them in a white paper bag with the newspaper logo, and simply placed them on the desktop After picking up the sundries on the desk, he explained a few words to the editor on duty, and then left the newspaper building.

When he walked out of the newspaper office more than a month ago, he still had a trace of nostalgia in his heart.And now, he just feels relieved.

It seems that a long farce has finally come to an end.

Half of the emotion in my heart was placed on the emptiness, and the moment I rode away from the newspaper compound, I fell to the ground with a bang.

Good to resign.He recited it silently twice in his heart, realizing that after the naked resignation, he was lost, and for some reason, he felt more at ease.

After working in the news industry for more than three years, he is not afraid of not being able to find a job, he just needs to think clearly about the next step.

Halfway through the ride, he put one foot on the curb to call Lao Zheng and briefly reported his resignation.He felt sorry for failing to live up to Lao Zheng's painstaking efforts.

From Lao Zheng's side came inexplicable music similar to the accompaniment of a square dance.After a moment of silence, he said to Zheng Yuan, think it over, if you want to try new media, come to me.

Zheng Yuan thanked and hung up the phone.

The remaining half of my heart became sleepy with emotion, and I didn't have the mind to think about work.

The leaden sky was getting darker.The wind and rain are coming, pedestrians on the road quicken their pace, and roadside vendors are selling transparent folding umbrellas and leaky sandals and slippers.

Zheng Yuan stared at the colorful groceries on the street stall for a moment, then called the vendor and handed him two folding umbrellas, one transparent and one bright yellow. 15 yuan a piece.nice.Wash your eyes.brainwashing.

Stuffing the folding umbrella into a white paper bag, Zheng Yuan bit his lower lip anxiously, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, but no answer came after two calls.

He took the 20 yuan in change from the peddler and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, thanking him.Once again, he rode his bicycle and mingled with the middle school students returning home from school. The sky blue school uniform was very bright under the dark sky.For the first time, Zheng Yuan couldn't bear this group of hormone-filled creatures.He accelerated the pace of his feet, passed through the bicycle group, and rode all the way to Longtan Lake.

Before entering the door, he wondered if Ouyang would still be sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

After entering the door, he saw Ouyang sitting at the dining table, concentrating on carving something on the drawing board in front of him with a carving knife.I remember that Ouyang seemed to mention helping his classmates to make a set of printmaking-themed notebooks before.

When Ouyang found him back, he raised his head to say hello to him briefly, and then continued to be busy with the matter in hand.It wasn't until Zheng Yuan changed his clothes, washed his face, and slumped on the sofa behind him, that he seemed to have realized it, and turned around and said: "It's really early today."

Um.Zheng Yuan agreed, avoiding Ouyang's eyes.In the silence, he remembered that he should not be the one who felt guilty, so he turned his eyes to meet Ouyang Xunxun's gaze, and wanted to open his mouth to find something to say, but he got stuck again.

"Did the interview go well?" Seeing that Zheng Yuan didn't speak, Ouyang spoke first.Although he only uttered five simple words, his eyes kept moving on Zheng Yuan's face at the same time, trying to catch every trace of his emotion and change.But he also sensed the potential alertness and wavering in Zheng Yuan's seemingly ordinary eyes.

Being sized up like this made Zheng Yuan extremely uncomfortable.Now the relationship with Ouyang seems close but not close, seems far but not far.After wrestling with anxiety and fatigue, he shook his head, lowered his head, and said, "It's okay."

Ouyang nodded. The word "return" contains too many meanings.In the past, when Zheng Yuan was still running social news, every time he was asked about an interview task, he could always say a lot of words.And now this ambiguous attitude has become Zheng Yuan's way of dealing with him.

He continued to draw in his hand to keep thinking.He wanted to be stronger, to ask everything clearly.Before he could speak, the grey-brown gust of wind slapped the dilapidated side-glass windows in the living room before the rainstorm hit, making a loud noise, cutting off his unspoken words.

Zheng Yuan got up and closed the window, rubbing his sweaty hair.Under the no longer bright sky, he turned around and saw Ouyang's focused profile, which was familiar yet strange.Ouyang's slender fingers moved slowly on the off-white print paper.

Zheng Yuan once suspected that he was obsessed with the temperature of those hands, so that he still didn't want to let go.

On the way home, he didn't call Ouyang. He imagined how he would tell Ouyang of his resignation in person.Cheerful announcements or hateful complaints, or even a word.At this moment, he realized that his resignation in one go, the so-called restart from scratch, seemed to be angry in order to fight against Ouyang.Thinking about it this way, he didn't know how to explain it to Ouyang, and he resigned.

In the dim light, Zheng Yuan felt that his mind was seized by sleepiness.He shook his head again, walked to the door and turned on the overhead light in the living room, and blurted out: "Ouyang, please help me shave my head."

Ouyang thought he had heard wrong.He stopped the carving knife in his hand, raised his head and stared at Zheng Yuan's face.After confirming that Zheng Yuan was not joking, he asked, "Is it bald?"

"Ah."

"Are you going for an interview with a bald head?"

Zheng Yuan lowered his eyebrows and smiled, without looking into Ouyang's eyes, he said lightly: "It won't be needed in the future."

Ouyang put down the carving knife, twisted his hands together, and stared at Zheng Yuan with an incomprehensible expression.After a long while, like a highly nervous sniper leaving his mission, he sighed softly, picked up the debris on the table, and said, "Go and wet your hair with hot water first, I have to study it. "

Zheng Yuan stretched out his right hand to make an OK gesture, and went into the bathroom to wash his hair.

The head was connected to the top of the washbasin, and the warm water was flushed with the shower head, and the stiff hair roots were slowly docile on the scalp.When the gas water heater was ignited, the water was not too hot, and when the lukewarm water was poured on his head, Zheng Yuan seemed to wake up a little bit.

The sound of rushing water was ringing in his ears, Ouyang walked into the bathroom at some point, and stood aside silently.

Zheng Yuan was trembling when he was in a trance, and said, "You want to scare me to death. What are you looking for?"

Ouyang shook his head with his arms folded, and said, "It's nothing. Shave your hair with a razor, okay?"

"If you are skilled, there will be no problem." Zheng Yuan listened to these words and continued to lower his head to wash his hair.The water flowing from the shower head gradually became hot.

When Ouyang came over, Zheng Yuan thought he was looking for a razor on the shelf, but Ouyang took the shower head in his hand and helped him wash his hair.Starting from the back of the head, his fingers combed Zheng Yuan's wet hair again and again, like combing the hair of a small animal.

Zheng Yuan wanted to shake off his hand.This feeling of being treated tenderly bored him.Putting his hands on the edge of the washbasin, he shook his head and sighed, "Okay, it's almost done."

Ouyang stopped, pressed the shower switch, took the dry towel hanging on the shelf, and wanted to dry Zheng Yuan's hair, but Zheng Yuan pulled the towel.He said "I'll wait for you in the living room", then rubbed his hair and walked out.

Ouyang prepared a T-shaped razor, scissors, shaving cream and an old sports coat that he seldom wears.The slippery fabric of this garment prevents hair stubble from sticking to the body.

When he was ready, he came to the living room.I saw Zheng Yuan sitting next to the window, straddling the armchair in the living room, with his arms resting on the wooden crosspiece at the top of the back of the chair, hunched over and staring at the wall of the living room in a daze.When he found Ouyang, he cast his gaze, as if he was looking at a strange object.

Ouyang's heart sank little by little.He wanted to find something that could support him, and his consciousness frantically grabbed at the memory, but he couldn't stop the sinking speed of his mood.

"Put on this coat, so that your hair doesn't stick to your body." He handed over the coat, and Zheng Yuan put it on as he said.Sitting obediently in his seat, he didn't say a word.

Picking up the scissors, Ouyang paused.He hesitated slightly and asked Zheng Yuan: "I really want to shave off, or should I help you trim it?"

"No. Shaved to cool off." Zheng Yuan looked ahead and replied without hesitation.

Ouyang stopped talking.First use scissors to cut all the hair to half a centimeter long, then apply shaving cream, and then use a razor to shave off the hair inch by inch from the right side, revealing the blue scalp.

Zheng Yuan with a hippie smile and a strong face is scary, and Zheng Yuan who is taciturn and serious is even more scary.Ouyang carried out his task carefully.

In the silence, he suddenly said softly: "Helping someone shave their hair, this is... the first time in ten years."

The time Ouyang mentioned ten years ago was to help his younger brother shave his hair.That year, Ouyang Wenduan, who had just entered elementary school, stuck a large piece of bubble gum to his hair when he was fighting with his classmates, and it couldn't be washed off no matter how much he washed it.He originally had a cropped head, but Ouyang shaved his head a little bald, and wept bitterly.

Zheng Yuan didn't answer.He sat upright, looking straight ahead.

Ouyang put away his memories and continued to complete the task carefully until all his hair was shaved clean.

"Okay." He put down the razor, brushed the blue scalp with his fingers, and cleaned the remaining hair on his head.At this moment, his thoughts seemed to be in a knot, and he could only repeat the last step until his hands repeatedly and slowly stroked the top of Zheng Yuan's head.The skin that has just been shaved by the razor has a prickly feel.He stared at the top of Zheng Yuan's head, feeling extremely strange.The fingers of both hands went over the ears, covering his invisible eyes.

How he wished they could become blind and make everything else trivial.But is it really possible?

Zheng Yuan blinked unconsciously and closed his eyes.The eyelashes flickered across Ouyang's palm, and he seemed to see the broken palm print on Ouyang's right palm, poking straight into his heart.

It seems that everything is fate.If people want to find a little balance in the ups and downs, they must first let themselves and others do what they want.But there are always some obstacles that cannot be overcome.This obstacle may be an unstoppable reality, but more of a hurdle that I will never be able to cross in my heart.Such obstacles are piled higher and higher until one day life turns less and less.Even if we go all the way to the dark, we can't blame anyone.

Realizing this, Zheng Yuan was like a deflated balloon, and he said blandly, "I know."

Ouyang lowered his hands and didn't understand Zheng Yuan's meaning for a moment.Afterwards, he remembered what he said just now, and realized what Zheng Yuan was referring to.

If it wasn't for this time, it would be hard for Ouyang himself to think about helping his brother shave his hair, and he never told Zheng Yuan.Zheng Yuan's "I know" made him go into it without knowing it.

"You don't remember how I knew about this?" Zheng Yuan gave up his upright sitting posture, arched his back again, stretched out his hand to caress his bare bald head, and said, "May 5. Today's weather is unexpectedly hot ...You can never guess what I did the day before yesterday. I shaved Ouyang Wenduan's hair. Seeing the bald head in the mirror, I have never seen him cry so hard. Do you think I am sorry for him? But the chewing gum stuck to his hair, and there was no other way to cut it off. In the end, I had to buy a hat to comfort him. He hasn't said a word to me for two days..."

Ouyang was stunned.He wanted to confirm the true meaning of Zheng Yuan's words.Zheng Yuan didn't give him a chance.He shook his hands, took off his sportswear, stood up from the chair, hesitated for a moment, then brushed the remaining stubble on his neck, and walked back to his room.

After a while of jingling, Zheng Yuan returned to the living room from the room, and threw a stack of envelopes on the dining table.

"Return your letter to you." After saying this, he looked at Ouyang again, without giving himself any time to think, and said, "What do you want me to tell you? Say I like you? I like you, I I've only liked you in my life. I don't understand you, but I can't bear you. I feel like I've been putting together an endless map, and I'm fucking lost!"