Ye Luo Zhiqiu

"The love for you has always been quiet, in exchange for the occasional care"

On the bed, Yang Yong opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at the phone, found an unfamiliar number, and picked it up casually.

"Hey?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Yang Yong?" A crisp girl came from the other side of the phone.

"Yes, I'm Yang Yong!" Yang Yong was taken aback, and said so.

"I am the customer service of Wanxiang Company. We saw your application information on the Internet. Are you employed now?"

"Not yet!" Yang Yong immediately thought of the information he had registered online.

"So can you come to the company for an interview?"

"Okay, what time?"

"Is it okay at three o'clock this afternoon?"

Yang Yong was stunned, looked at the phone, and then replied in a daze: "Yes!"

"Well, come to the fifth floor of Liyuan Building in the afternoon and find Lin Yu, she will be responsible for your application!"

"okay, I get it!"

"Okay, bye!"

"Goodbye!" Yang Yong smiled and put down his phone.

Looking at the already bright sky, he grabbed his phone and checked the time. Yang Yong smiled. He had no sleep last night and went to bed very late, so that he was woken up by the phone after ten o'clock.

Yang Yong smiled, remembering that when he turned on his cell phone late last night, there was a text message from Ma Jun.

Ah Yong, I apologize to you, I won't do this again in the future!

Yesterday, Ma Jun sent a total of three text messages, and the last one came when Yang Yong turned on the phone at one o'clock in the evening.

Smiling, took a deep breath, and got up.

When I move my arm, it hurts a little except for exerting force, but everything else is fine.

Get off the ground and go to the bathroom to wash up.

Looking at the pajamas quietly placed on the washing machine, Yang Yong thought of Ma Jun's clothes again, smiled, put them down casually, and began to wash.

It was done in 10 minutes, sat on the sofa, and quietly lit a cigarette.

Thinking back to the past like a fleeting glance in my mind.

In the end, it was fixed on a majestic face.

He should be having a good time now, right?

Smiled, unknowingly, the smoke had burned out.

Relighting one, squinting.

Yang Yong remembered what Ma Jun did yesterday.

The generous hand brushed over his body, Yang Yong trembled, smiled, extinguished the cigarette, opened the window, and let the salty wind blow in.

Get up, go back to the bedroom, pick up the unfinished book, and read it quietly.

Time passed slowly between the books.

Ma Jun was sitting in the office, smoking a cigarette in annoyance. He thought of Yang Yong, that quiet and melancholy man.

"It's really similar!" murmured, he opened the drawer and took out a photo frame.

In the photo, a figure came into view, with a slight smile, and the breeze blew the figure's broken hair.

The figure looks good, but not as fat as Yang Yong.

hand, lightly put the photo on the Buddha.

"Lu Er, are you okay now?"

Smiling, I still can't let go of it now, it's been three years, and now, Lu Er is already thirty.

Silently put the photos in the drawer, take a deep breath, cheer up, pick up a file, and process the file quietly.

My stomach growled twice, I put down the book, and checked the time, it was past twelve o'clock.

Close the door and go downstairs.

Out of the community, came to a small restaurant.

In October, there is no such scorching sun, but at noon, there is still a hot breath.

A bottle of cold beer, dripping freely.

After dinner, I hurried upstairs.

"This weather!" Yang Yong complained and opened the door.

Organize your resume and use it in the afternoon.

Lying on the sofa, subconsciously, I thought of Ma Jun's face again, and couldn't get rid of it.

Turn on the phone and click on the photo album.

There are not many photos, only seven or eight. These records the memories of the past.

The first photo shows a bear sitting behind a desk in a suit with the neckline open, looking down at paperwork.

In the second photo, the bear raised his head, showing a majestic face, with a slightly softer Chinese character face, pursing his mouth, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking at the photographer with a radiant expression, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Seeing this photo, Yang Yong smiled silently.

In the third picture, this majestic bear has a faint smirk on the corner of his mouth, as if some plot has succeeded.

Yang Yong's eyes were blurred, this photo contains too much.

The fourth picture is in a room, the bear is wearing home clothes, the clothes are covered with cakes, and the cakes on the face have been erased, but at this time, the bear's eyes are burning, and the corners of the mouth are twitching unnaturally , and seemed a little helpless.

Yang Yong remembered that this was his birthday. Wang Jian spent his first birthday with him. There were only two of them. Wang Jian was covered with cakes by himself. He smiled silently and turned to the next one.

The fifth picture is a sleeping bear. In his sleep, Wang Jian's face is not so majestic, but soft, with sexy thin lips tightly closed, and a slight wrinkle between his brows, as if in his sleep, he encountered something strange. smile happily.

Yang Yong smiled wryly.

In the sixth picture, Wang Jian is sitting in the office, looking at a cigarette, with an uncertain expression on his face.As if making a decision.

Yang Yong felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet. This was the beginning of the separation, but unfortunately he was still kept in the dark.

Putting down his phone, Yang Yong found that he no longer had the courage to look at the last photo.

Close your eyes and let the tears fall silently, you are really cowardly.

With a wry smile, he wiped away his tears.

Every time, I can't help but look at these photos. Although I burst into tears every time I read them, I don't have the courage to delete them.

Smiled, put aside these, close your eyes, and prepare for the interview in the afternoon.

After eating two bites indiscriminately, I went back to the office, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and wanted to make a call, but finally put it down, feeling melancholy in my heart, laughed at myself, and lay down on the sofa.

I wonder if Ayong has eaten?Shall I call and ask?

Pick up the phone, slumped, put it down.