King of home technology

"idolae, happy birthday!"

... Although it is difficult to distinguish the handwriting in the beautiful cursive English, a few simple words and sentences are still clearly readable.

Especially the name written before was like a kind of specific magnet, which firmly attracted his gaze, making it difficult to move.

Slowly squatting down, he picked up the six cards scattered on the ground one by one.

Although the oldest one is already six years ago, it is flat and without creases, and the ink color is bright, obviously it has been carefully preserved.

Hold it in front of your eyes, a faintly sweet and greasy fragrance lingers in your nose, it should be the creamy fragrance of the birthday cake.

He leaned closer to the latest one and sniffed carefully, his dark pupils dilated slightly.

It is unmistakable that the scent of the cake on the courier's face that day - the faint sour taste in the quiet, should come from a famous raspberry jam.

In this way, it can be logically inferred that the object of the "six years" in the other party's mouth is the same person.

"what are you doing?"

Immersed in his own thoughts, he was suddenly taken aback by the cross-examination.Half of Chen Guang's face, as thin as a piece of white paper, was exposed at the door.

"Yes...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to peek..." He looked away in embarrassment.

Walking in with a tired body, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Peeping... What are you peeking at?"

"Chenguang...?" Facing the dimmed brilliance in the other party's eyes with a little surprise, his mind went blank for an instant.

In the silence of the room, the two of them exchanged unfocused glances with each other.

After hesitating for a while, Mo Guangxia finally recovered his voice, "I mean... I accidentally saw the essay you put in the drawer."

"Oh, that..." The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's just some random graffiti, you can see it when you see it, and it's nothing."

"Editor Mo, you go back first today. I'm a little tired and want to take a rest." Softly, almost begging him to leave, Chen Guang carefully moved to the bed, put his hands on the corner of the bedside table, "Please take the The medicine I found is placed here so that I can get it myself when I need it.”

"Okay." A certain person quickly agreed and put the medicine bottle in his hand carefully, reminding him, "I'll put it here for you... Also, there is water next to it."

"Well, thank you." Faintly agreed, Chen Guang glanced across his face as if confirming, then turned his back to him, "Please remember to turn off the light in the living room for me."

"Oh, I know. You get some rest."

When he walked to the door, he turned his head and looked at the back of the man standing against the light under the light of the bedroom.The angular shoulder line, although much thinner than when I first saw it, still looks straight and powerful.

Sighing silently in his heart, he gently closed the door and turned away without a sound.

In the empty room again, Chen Guang straightened his back and did not move for a long time.

After thinking about something alone for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and smiled to himself.

Reaching out to touch the phone beside the bed, it took a long time to dial a number, "Dr. Lin? It's me, Chen Guang. My eyesight...seems to have deteriorated again..."

He didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, he just listened quietly, occasionally nodded and said yes, finally thanked him, hung up, sat down slowly by the bed, and then slowly buried his face in the pillow.

Five minutes later, he lifted his red eyes and sat up, opened the drawer beside the bed, and took out the six birthday cards.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone again, and finally put it back after some hesitation.With slightly trembling hands, he stuffed a thin stack of cards that were almost crumpled under the pillow.Then he lay down again, looking at the white ceiling, a stream of light flashed down his clear eyes instantly.

Mo Guangxia came out of the elevator. He stood downstairs, looking back at the light in the Chenguang room on the 19th floor.

At night when the lights are on, almost every window in a high-end residential building projects bright lights.Only the room that he had just left was dimmed with dim light.

He frowned slightly, showing an expression of sadness that couldn't be concealed.

Chen Guang must know that he lied just now, but why didn't he expose him maliciously and embarrass him like before?

Although they have been together for a while, he doesn't know what the other party is thinking.

He stood there for a while before walking in the direction of his car in the parking lot.

It was bright daylight, and in the center of the Kingsize bed in the bedroom lay a drooling divine beast in a silky silk nightgown.

A certain person fell asleep directly because of the "chicken soup for the soul" posted on the Internet last night and Xiao Chengzhuo's excessive "manual labor" after he came back. Yes, and we prefer to turn the traces we left in other people's lives into scales, and record those numbers as proof of our existence... When Xiao Chengzhuo came back late at night, he sat at the desk in the study, facing MSN The flickering window on the top poured out its confusion about the premature death of life to the "idolae" at the other end.

Across the spider-like dense optical fibers connecting the cities, he didn't know where the other party was, but this unknown distance made him feel safe.

I don't know when he started, he has developed this habit, preferring to share his inner thoughts that are not enough or not humane to the person on the other end of the network.

"However, if you don't go to some things, how will you know its preciousness? ... One day, we will all face the end of our lives. I hope that at that moment, I won't feel that I have left anything important behind world……"

Suddenly, the background of the light blue window of MSN suddenly became transparent. Mo Guangxia squinted his eyes and saw the concentrated expression of the man on the other end of the network.

The corners of the tightly pursed lips seem to still retain the afterimage of the usual indifference and sternness, but those deep eyes have a kind of warm and dense emotion, and Qi Qi is overflowing in the bottom of the heart, and the water is flowing... almost every day I see it. The face that is so familiar that I can no longer be familiar with it - it belongs to Chenguang.

Jingling, jingle, jingle—the sudden sharp sound of the bell instantly penetrates the brain floating in the subconscious mind, disturbing one's lucid dream.

"Hate..." murmured, someone groped to find the culprit who made the noise and stuffed it under the pillow regardless.

But the person who called seemed to be persistent, causing the monotonous ringtone to last for a long time, and the person who turned over and wanted to fall asleep again finally opened his eyes impatiently.

With a large amount of light jumping into his eyes, the floating consciousness finally returned to sobriety.The resounding high-frequency dot-syllable bell under the pillow made Mo Guangxia startled, and quickly picked it up.

"What the hell, where did you die? You haven't answered the phone for so long?!" Chen Guang's voice in his ears was even worse than when he was forced to set his own ringtone so that he could be on call.

As if being dragged back to the cruel reality from the illusory realm in an instant, someone put his hand on his forehead in pain, "Great writer, what orders do you have?"

The man at the other end accepted his honorific title with peace of mind, and quickly reported an address, "Go to Mr. Harvey Nichols' studio and help me get the sponsored clothes, and they must be delivered to me before 12 o'clock.

I'm at the opening reception of the brand's first boutique tonight. "At the end, I didn't forget to add a very threatening warning, "If you dare to be one minute late, you will never get the manuscript of the next serial!" "

After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether he heard clearly or not, so he decisively cut off the call with a click.

This style of calling him back and forth really got worse, huh?Moreover, he always used the manuscript as a bargaining chip to threaten him, as if MD couldn't live without you.Doing this kind of trick over and over again, it really makes people feel more and more angry... What kind of brand opening reception do you still attend, and you really think you are a star in the entertainment industry (juan)?

So what if he looks like a dog?Young master Mo won't lose to him!

Forget it, let's just think that he is the most handsome among the men in code words. It's useless for RP to be so talented.

I also look for him to pick up a torn clothes, he is not their servant!

...Wait, he said he was going to pick up his clothes from somewhere...Harvey Nichols? !

Oh leak! ! !Sitting on the head of the bed and holding his forehead for the second time, someone's mood suddenly collapsed again because of that Italian designer who acted strangely and thought differently.

He looked up at the time... It was a quarter of an hour before eleven o'clock! ! !

He got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom to wash up, grabbed the car keys and rushed out the door.

Relying on the address given by Chenguang in his memory, he finally came to the downstairs of the workshop rented by Harvey Nichols in S City. It happened that the elevator broke down and needed to be repaired.

The recent bad luck is really one after another.Mo Guangxia was struggling to climb the stairs in the stairwell of the safe passage, while secretly lamenting in his heart that his fate was really the coffee table used to display exhibits in the kitchenware exhibition, as long as it was a cup, it could be placed up...Climbing through mountains and rivers After going up to the eleventh floor to get his clothes, his sweaty and flushed face was severely teased by Harvey Nichols, who was seated opposite him by Shi Shiran.

"Guangxia, did you just crawl out of bed after having a spring dream? Why is your face so red?"

Huh?Have it?

Unintentionally, someone who caught a glimpse of an abnormal blush on his face from the reflective glass next to him was very unconvinced, "Mao! I am obviously tired from climbing the stairs, okay, fuck you..."

Next, I wanted to refute "Get out of your erotic dream" confidently, but the words turned back before the most important two words came out, catching my tongue.

Although it was just a vague and general memory, in his dream in the morning, he did see a person... Uh... No, no... Those foreign devils have a higher chance of having the same name. The "idolae" whom he regards as a spiritual guide "There must be someone else.

But... He once looked at the itinerary used by Chen Guang, and that guy really went to Milan with him... What a crime... How could I drag the two of them together in my dream... …but then again, who dreams can be controlled?

How could Chen Guang and "idolae" get together in such a good way——someone was so entangled with the secrets he had inadvertently discovered, and couldn't get around without more clues.

He sat on the sofa, completely ignoring the surrounding environment, staring at the coffee in front of him resentfully, dizzy.

Harvey Nichols, who sat across from him, was thoroughly depressed.

For the first time in his life, a proud and narcissistic genius designer can actually wander into space when someone sits directly opposite him.

"Hey, hey, hey... what's the matter with you?" He got up and smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to hook the chin of the dazed man, "So you don't think about food? Could it be... Xiao Chengzhuo abused you?"

Successfully seeing the other party raised his eyes for a moment, then smiled brightly, "It's okay, even if you keep avoiding it, it's not kind, but no matter what, we are all on our own. If you have suffered any grievances, you are allowed to confide in brother. will help you decide."

"Harvey, there are three things I need to remind you - first, please put away your irresponsible imagination; second, please stay away from him; third, maybe it's more appropriate for you to call yourself 'sister'..."

The door of the reception room was pushed open, and Xiao Chengzhuo, dressed in neat clothes, appeared outside the door. His words were full of narrowness, but the eyes that fell on someone were like deep pools of water, quiet and peaceful.

"Xiao Chengzhuo?" Mo Guangxia leaned back in disbelief, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Pulling his hands out of his pockets, the man walked in leisurely, stretched out his hands and stroked his head slightly, "I will do my best for you. Someone has been yelling since the first day that he wants to go to Fayu." 'For dinner, I waited in line for half a month before finally getting a table for lunch."

"...Fayu? That creative restaurant of a famous French chef?" Someone was taken aback for a second, then the corner of his lips twitched and he looked at the opposite Italian man with a scheming smile on his face, "He is an Italian nobleman, no Traveled thousands of miles to China to eat French food? He has convulsions and you smoke with him? Or is there too much money and no place to spend it?"

"It's okay, don't worry about the money." Xiao Chengzhuo moved his hands away from his head and put them on his shoulders, with a deeper smile in his narrowed eyes, "It's not just the meal fee this time, in fact, he came to S I have set aside all the expenses required in the meantime from his design software fee."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" This time, Harvey Nichols on the opposite side finally lost his composure, and protested with his blue eyes widened, "Xiao Chengzhuo, do you want to be so ruthless? We are all businessmen, why are you in such a rush?" .”

"Eh? Finally admitted that you are a businessman? Haven't you always advertised yourself as an artist?" Xiao Chengzhuo raised his eyebrows jokingly, and looked at the other party calmly. The rule of law is to pursue the maximization of interests, and earning one more piece is one piece.”

"..."

Ohyeah! ! !

Witnessing with his own eyes that Xiao Chengzhuo defeated the opponent beautifully, Mo Guangxia cheered in his heart.

It turns out that Harvey Nichols, who is usually venomous, would sometimes be deflated. He has never been so deeply proud of Xiao Chengzhuo standing on his own front like this moment.

Smiling secretly, he stared at the changing expressions on the handsome Italian's face. He didn't worry about whether his behavior would leave the impression that "certain Chinese people are not very friendly" to the other party.

Check it out - it's black!Lost eyes!Take a deep breath!

Oh, nothing is impossible!

Xiao Chengzhuo, comeon! come on! Goahead!

But it is clear that Xiao Chengzhuo understands the truth of "the poor should not chase after" better than him.The man who had won a round just looked at his watch and cleverly changed the subject, "Ah, it's already 12:30, and my scheduled time is [-]:[-], if I don't go there, it will be too late."

Saying that, he turned his head and kissed someone on the nose of someone who looked up at him, "Guang Xia, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? It's a rare opportunity, why not come with us? Anyway, I'm alone in front of Harvey's picture." I can't even swallow my face..."

"Hey!" Harvey Nichols interjected angrily again when someone slandered his appearance, "Why can't you eat 'this face'?"

A new round of rhetoric seems to be about to start again, but someone is not as excited as before.

Two bold and bold words suddenly flashed in his mind - lunch.noon.meal.Lunch... Meal... Unbelievably grabbed Xiao Chengzhuo's wrist to confirm the time, and then exclaimed, "What a mess!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed the big paper bag with his clothes beside him, and rushed out the door like a whirlwind, "I'm sorry, I have something else to eat..."

"Hello? What's going on?" Harvey Nichols put his hand on Xiao Chengzhuo's shoulder as he watched Mo Guangxia fleeing away at the speed of light, "Look at this posture...is he a workaholic? Or is he having an affair?"

"..."

The man didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes playfully as he watched the end of the corridor where someone's figure disappeared.