best day

Zheng Luolai has arranged the house and love, so naturally it is impossible not to consider his work.

After all, he is still a very practical person, and he will not neglect the construction of a sense of security in life because of the comfort of his feelings.

When everyone was still immersed in the leisurely atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, Zheng Luolai began to busy with the legal documents of the new company at home.

Even though Dewey had no ambitions and was idle, he knew that he was working hard, and for the first time, he didn't clamor to play around.

At noon that day, the two of them got together to eat the unreliable meal they cooked together, Zheng Luolai got up and said, "I have something to go out for a while, you can wash the dishes, and I will pick you up to eat at night?"

While playing with his mobile phone, Dewey picked up a big apple and took a bite: "Well... no, I have to write a thesis. You bring me pizza back."

Zheng Luolai smiled, went into the dressing room and came out with the windbreaker, leaned over and gave Ermeng a farewell kiss.

The lips that should have been shallow touched, but the kiss got deeper and deeper.

It wasn't until Dewey was in a trance that Zheng Luolai straightened up suddenly, shook the half apple that he unknowingly took from his hand and said, "Goodbye."

Dewey stared dumbfounded at the rogue adult eating the apple he had bitten and leaving the house, and cursed in embarrassment: "Too much."

-

The thesis and bibliography passed by Fang Yu are still stored in the computer, and the revisions of the thesis are also extremely detailed, exactly the same as before the business trip.

It's a pity that he is no longer there.

Dewey wrote with sadness coming from it, and then lost his mind in front of the computer.

...Life is really too fragile, I really can't waste every minute of it.

While he was in a daze, the phone by the door rang.

Dewey quickly rubbed his red eyes and ran out of the study to pick it up: "Hello?"

"Is it Mr. Zheng? A lady named Zhang Yiren wants to visit you." The conscientious gatekeeper of the building asked.

The name obviously brought an ominous feeling to Dewey, but he was even more afraid that Zheng Luolai would face it alone if he avoided it, so he hesitated for a moment and said: "Yes, let her come up."

The living room clock was ticking.

Dewey stood nervously at the door, and opened the door suddenly when he heard the knock.

Zhang Yiren, who was only as short as his shoulders, was startled, his face became paler, and his thin body stretched tensely: "Hi, hello."

Dewey suppressed an ugly smile: "Zheng Luolai has gone out, you should come in and wait for him."

Zhang Yiren was carrying a plastic bag of fruit: "Here for you..."

"Aren't you going to poison me..." Dewey thought to himself, gave way to her, and pretended to be enthusiastic and said, "Don't take off your shoes! Come in, it's cold outside, right?"

The exquisite decoration and spacious space obviously made Zhang Yiren even more nervous. She put the fruit bag by the door, grabbed her big scarf and said, "It's okay."

Dewey brought her a drink, then sat on the sofa beside him and asked, "Are you still studying?"

Zhang Yiren nodded, was dazed for a moment, and deliberately raised the topic again: "I really appreciate Mr. Zheng's support for us before. If I didn't meet him when I bought breakfast two days ago, I don't know where he is."

To Zheng Luolai, the donated money was nothing more than a few luxuries, and it has been so long, why do you have to remember it so clearly?

Even though Dewey was beaten to death, he didn't believe that the girl came to thank her. He laughed twice: "It's nothing, what are you studying? Where do you go to school?"

Zhang Yiren said: "The Normal University...the ancient Chinese..."

Dewey answered nonchalantly: "You're really cultured."

Zhang Yiren was obviously a bit absent-minded about this, she looked around but didn't meet Dewey's eyes.

Dewey was in a hurry, so he simply asked: "Is there anything else you want to do here?"

Zhang Yiren quickly shook his head.

Dewey breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, if you need any help, come to us again, you're welcome."

Zhang Yiren said, "No need, I can support myself now."

Dewey could almost hear his own heartbeat: "Actually...do you know where Ou Jie is?"

Zhang Yiren suddenly looked at him, and some complicated feelings flashed in his black eyes.

After a moment of silence, she asked again: "Where is he... Do you know where he is?"

Dewey said embarrassingly: "I just asked you because I didn't know. Didn't you work in the orphanage with him before?"

Zhang Yiren shook his head: "I don't know, he left us suddenly and lost news."

The atmosphere in the living room became awkward again.

Dewey coughed uncomfortably: "Well, I have a cold, don't infect you, let's talk about it when I recover."

Zhang Yiren quickly stood up: "Okay, okay, then I'm leaving."

Dewey sent the girl away in a daze, unable to figure out what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd.

-

"It's late, come over for dinner."

In the evening, Zheng Luolai arrived home as promised, and knocked on the door of the study with a takeaway bag.

Dewey was staring at the screen and thinking hard, when he saw this, he got up and said, "I'm going to starve to death."

"Wash your hands." Zheng Luolai put the food on the coffee table, and asked while taking off his windbreaker: "By the way, who sent you the medicine? It's in the mailbox downstairs. Are you sick?"

Dewey was surprised: "Huh?"

Zheng Luolai took out a box of Gankang from Pizza Hut's bag, with the words "For Dewey" written on it.

Ermeng turned pale with fright: "Fuck, what is she doing?"

Then he calmed down a little, and quickly talked about the afternoon's affairs.

Zheng Luolai frowned: "Don't talk to her from now on, don't let her in."

Dewey asked: "Do you think she looks like Ou Jie? Something's wrong with her. I think she's weird."

Zheng Luolai touched his head: "So be careful."

"It's not something to be careful. We have to have a good talk with her. In the end, Oujie himself did something wrong, although you may have hurt him..." The more Dewey said, the more uncomfortable he felt: "She must be silent I hate you and wait for an opportunity to retaliate."

Their chance to be together was shattered under the pressure of their elders and Ou Jie's hatred.

It's not surprising that Dewey is so worried now.

But Zheng Luolai was very calm, took a sip from the paper coffee cup: "So what, she's just a little girl."

It's not that he wasn't wary, he also recruited people to investigate Zhang Yiren.

But she has a good life style, is usually introverted, studies diligently, works part-time and watches dramas in her spare time, without any complicated background.

Dewey said, "Why don't you worry about anything?"

Zheng Luolai thought for a while, then smiled: "I told myself before the operation, if I can live, there will be nothing terrible in this world."

Dewey whispered: "Don't keep mentioning this, please, I feel uncomfortable."

Zheng Luolai shook his head and bent his mouth: "I mean, maybe it was because I used to live too comfortably, which magnified my fear of difficulties between you and me. This is the only mistake I shouldn't make, so your father Whether it's my mother, my grandfather, or Zhang Yiren, it's not a big problem for me now, and there are solutions, I just hope you don't mess around and protect yourself, huh?"

Dewey's uneasy heart inexplicably settled down a lot, and he said "oh", then sat down and started to eat.

He suddenly began to understand that Zheng Luolai's current change was given to him by time and life and death, so this change is no longer erratic or unreliable.

On the contrary, this person is more down-to-earth and more reliable than before.

What a good thing this change is.