best day

No one can deny that Zheng Luolai is a smart person.

Although his face is full of indifference, he can succeed in his studies and career seemingly easily.

Although he can't be said to be as ardent as a long-sleeved dancer on weekdays, no matter whether he is good or bad to others, he can never hurt himself.

Zheng Luolai likes this kind of cleverness, and simply hates stupid mistakes the most.

So this time, impulsively returning to China because he cared seemed silly enough to him, and he really didn't want to show this kind of care that shouldn't belong to him anymore.

I found a housekeeper to clean the apartment, went to the mall to change a few electrical appliances, visited my grandfather with supplements, and got together with a few good friends.

After idling around for five or six days, he appeared at the gate of Communication University with a strange state of mind and a calm expression.

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Should I make a phone call to get Dewey out, or hang around his department and pretend to meet him by chance?

Zheng Luolai was a little undecided for a moment.

It is undeniable that I and Ermeng really have some fate.

Just as he was about to take out a cigarette and plan to light it, Zheng Luolai raised his head mysteriously.

He actually saw Dewey just like that.

When this dude was growing up, he seemed to be a little taller and more mature than before, but when he was talking, he was still dancing happily.

Zheng Luolai smiled lightly and called out his name.

Dewey stopped when he heard the sound, and saw the hooligan within a few seconds.

Zheng Luolai originally believed that even if this guy rushed over excitedly, at least he could show a smiling face.

Unexpectedly, Dewey seemed to have seen a ghost, and his expression suddenly froze.

Zheng Luolai frowned: "Why, are you still angry?"

"Who, who is angry, why am I angry with you." Dewey's reaction was very flustered, and he grabbed the short-haired beauty who was walking with him and said, "Her name is Zhao Ziwei, and she is my girlfriend."

This girl seemed to be Dewey and Chen Lu's high school classmate, Zheng Luolai had met him several times before, and was about to ridicule his lies, but Zhao Ziwei was the first to squint and sneer: "Get out, who knows who you are! "

After talking, I have to pack my bag and leave.

Dewey held on to her as if holding on to a life-saving straw: "At least in the past, you still wanted to go shopping with me just now, why don't you know me now, damn it!"

"Du, Wei!" Zhao Ziwei looked at her suspender skirt that was pulled down from her shoulders, and looked at him with a dark expression.

Ermeng let go of her hand in fright.

Zhao Ziwei snorted and tidied up her clothes, then said as a matter of course: "Isn't this your gay friend showing up? I don't want to delay your reunion, goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she put on her sunglasses leisurely, stretched out her hand to hail a taxi, and walked away.

Zheng Luolai sweated a little in his heart, and then smiled: "I'm back, are you happy?"

Dewey's expression remained stiff: "Not happy."

Zheng Luolai's eyes crooked: "Don't lose your temper."

"Who am I relying on to make a fuss?" Dewey turned around to leave very depressed, and after walking two steps, he couldn't hold back his resentment and said loudly: "Why do I feel that I am such a dispensable person to you? If you are happy, find Looking for me, if you are unhappy, you will disappear quickly, do you know what a friend is?!"

"Do you care so much about every friend's whereabouts?" Zheng Luolai asked suddenly: "For Chen Lu? For that girl just now?"

Dewey couldn't tell why.

Zheng Luolai sighed on purpose: "Actually, I don't want to go to the United States. My grandfather forced me to go. This year I also desperately wanted to go back to China. Now that I am back, I thought you would be happy for me. Who knows Meeting is just a scolding..."

Dewey easily believed it: "Really, then why didn't you say it earlier?"

Zheng Luolai continued to act: "It's not that you haven't met my grandfather. Who can change what he decides? I'm so busy that I wish I could spend 48 hours a day working hard to stabilize the company over there. That's why I went back to Beijing."

I left because of helplessness.I don't contact you because I'm busy.I'm not saying that I don't want my buddies to share their worries.

Dewey is the only one who can be fooled by such nonsense.

Sure enough, the kid patted his head and didn't get angry anymore.

Zheng Luolai struck while the iron was hot: "It's almost noon, are you hungry? Treat you to a big meal."

After speaking, he grabbed Dewey's arm and walked towards his car with a smile on his face.

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"Brother, did you know that Zheng Luolai is back."

As soon as he rushed into the house at night, Dewey reported the news excitedly.

Du Yi was reading the news with his notebook and waiting for him to eat. Hearing this, he said indifferently: "A few days ago, you said you had nothing to do with him. Why are you laughing now?"

Dewey picked up a peach from the coffee table carelessly, and said vaguely while eating, "I'm not the kind of person with a small stomach, and any conflicts are just a matter of a glass of wine."

"What?! Are you drinking again?" Bai Xia suddenly appeared angrily at the door of the restaurant.

Dewey quickly denied: "I'm just making a metaphor!"

Bai Xia glared at him: "Eat after washing your hands, hurry up and eat!"

"Oh." Dewey nodded, and waited for his mother to leave before sitting next to his brother with a playful smile and bumping his shoulder: "I heard that you finally agreed to go out with Jiang Yushang today? Why did you come back so early?"

Du Yi had long been annoyed by the forced marriages at home and abroad, and his expression was not very good: "I'm back because I'm bored."

Because my brother was promoted in the work unit two days ago, Dewey joked happily: "Hey, my temper is good."

Recently, these dudes have been very depressed, but today they are so happy, thinking about it with their toes, they know why.

Du Yi pinched his face helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense and eat."

Dewey was already hungry, so he immediately went to wash his hands and get his chopsticks.

It's just that my brother is still sitting on the sofa, with a tangled expression on his face, as if it is raining continuously.

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It's easy to lie to others, but it's so hard to lie to yourself.

At night, Zheng Luolai sat quietly at home without even turning on the lights, hiding in the dark and couldn't help asking herself again and again.

What are you doing back here?What's the point of coming back and laughing and laughing to see each other, and what can be changed?

He and Chen Lu are two types of people. If you want to rank the importance of everything in your life, then feelings will definitely be ranked last.

For Zheng Luolai, it is too easy to have a crush on someone and get bored with him.

Therefore, the ambiguous Dewey is at best an unreliable one among all ambiguous objects.

That's what it should be, isn't it?

As he was wandering, the mobile phone on the table suddenly turned on.

No one but Dewey would harass him with such things: "My mother's braised fish stew is delicious—u—~"

Looking at all the mobile phone text messages of the gangster, almost the content is "Are you free, come over tonight" or "Manager Zheng, you have XXX arrangements tomorrow."

Only Dewey can talk nonsense like eating too much, not hot bath water, breaking his arm, walking and losing his iPod.

But Zheng Luolai would reply as if he saw a ghost: "I'll kill you..."

Dewey posted again: "Don't be so jealous of me, do you have a holiday for May Day, do you want to travel?"

Zheng Luolai asked: "Aren't you going out to play with your classmates?"

Dewey said confidently: "I'm afraid you'll be lonely QAQ!!!"

Zheng Luolai smiled, got up and turned on the light, turned on some convenience food, heated it in the microwave, and received several messages when he came back.

"Are you going or not (—.—|||)"

"...you don't want to go to work, do you?"

"Speak, speak!"

"I've bought all the train tickets, bastard QAQ!!!!!!!!!!"

Zheng Luolai was sweating when he saw the last line, and asked, "Train?"

There are not many things he hasn't done in the past twenty years, and taking a train is one of them.

Dewey's text message came again: "Yes, I went to line up for half a day in the afternoon."

Zheng Luolai finally agreed to him: "Okay, where are we going?"

Dewey said: "Hangzhou—3—"

Zheng Luolai teased him by biting the small fork given by the convenience food: "This expression...does it mean to kiss me?"

This time Dewey's speed of texting was blocked: "--No, just press it casually."

Zheng Luolai rolled his eyes and replied: "—3—"

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The Beijing Railway Station before May [-]st is definitely more and more overcrowded.

Except for occasionally picking up customers at the pick-up platform, Zheng Luolai has never really gone deep into this mixed place.

He completely followed Dewey around, and finally couldn't help showing a fearful attitude towards all kinds of complicated smells: "Can you die if you book a plane ticket?"

Dewey just bought half a watermelon from the fruit stand, and said with a smile, "It's so much fun to take the train, and you can see a lot of scenery along the way!"

Zheng Luolai supported his RIMOWA suitcase and asked suspiciously: "What hotel did you book?"

Dewey said, "It's like home."

Zheng Luolai immediately took the phone and turned around.

Dewey quickly stopped him: "You can't be so hypocritical, my dad said, you have to be low-key and frugal, only the rich second generation who have no brains like to show off their wealth!"

"How about I am the second generation rich?" Zheng Luolai persistently dialed the assistant's number.

Dewey was at a loss, and snorted, "I want to invite you to play with the money I earned so hard. Pick and choose, I'm in trouble!"

Hearing that Zheng Luolai put down his hands again, he said helplessly, "Okay, okay, you arrange it."

He didn't understand what he was doing again. If he was talking about Hangzhou, he really visited Hangzhou no less than twenty times.

Du Ermeng, who was taught by her parents to be very easy-going, was very happy, and went to other places to buy magazines in a blink of an eye.

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Zheng Luolai's mood finally improved when the high-speed train started, and he watched the scenery passing by outside the window with a little interest.

But after looking at it, I finally got tired of watching it, and turned around to Dewey who was flipping through magazines beside me: "What's so interesting about this, it will take a long time, okay?"

Dewey raised his head and said, "You can play game consoles, surf the Internet, eat, read books, there are so many things you can do."

Zheng Luolai asked: "Is it interesting?"

Dewey nodded: "Interesting!"

The interesting guy quickly touched all the things he brought, and he was full after eating, and gradually he was holding his fingers in a daze in boredom.

On the contrary, Zheng Luolai, who was quietly reading the novel, didn't respond, until he suddenly felt his shoulders sink slightly, and then he raised his head suddenly.

Dewey was so interested that he fell asleep.

This idiot, bastard, stupid pig.

Zheng Luolai couldn't help but recited these words silently, looking at his peaceful sleeping face, the troubles that had been troubling in his heart gradually faded from the dark color.

In fact, it is very good.It would be better if time could stop.