embrace the memory of youth

When I returned to the rented house, I quickly washed myself down. I don’t have any professional formal attire, and most of them are casual, so it’s a bit difficult for me to dress up this time.

I don’t think it’s necessary to dress so formally. First, I’m not an escort, second, I’m not a protagonist, and third, the clothes don’t affect any related work scope. I found a million reasons in my heart not to care about what to wear.

I picked a white three-dimensional collar, and the trousers are mainly dark brown with a grid pattern interlaced with blue lines and gray lines.

I blow-dried my hair indiscriminately, and then looked in the mirror for a few minutes. I felt satisfied before I made a cheering gesture to myself before going out.

As soon as I got out of the house, I received a call from my boss saying that the customer and him were waiting for me. I hung up the phone and only cared about my unread message. At this time, I didn’t care about it. The mobile company often sent me spam .

On the contrary, I was a little scared. It can be said that I was worthless when I had dinner with the client, because it was the first time I experienced such a scene.

It's not very far from the hotel. I saw the boss at first sight. The boss is the first boss I've ever seen without a beer belly. He is very easy-going in conversation. It may be an ordinary employee who treats his subordinates with a little boss air.

I was looking at the person opposite the boss. Needless to say, it must be a customer. 70.00% of a person's appearance matches his personality, and there are also those with great contrast.

I was a little stunned, the familiar appearance seemed to appear in front of my eyes, short hair, round face, fat but not fat figure, just an extra pair of frameless glasses, of course I looked much older, but from my point of view It looked like I was alone, I seemed to be frozen, I rubbed my eyes vigorously, but I still looked the same.

While I was still in a daze, the boss called again to urge me to come over, but helplessly, even if he was Xiong Hua whom I met yesterday, I couldn't escape.

Following their direction, I came to their table with uneasy heart, greeted politely and sat down.

"This is Xiao Liu, young and promising, with great eloquence." These are the flattering words of the man with glasses, and this time I am sure that he is definitely not Xiong Hua.

"Yes, yes, our company belongs to the quarrel king of the first and the second." This is the boss's thick voice, and I feel like dying when I hear this. It turns out that in their eyes, I am like a shrew.

"Haha, the young man is not bad." He laughed loudly, harshly, even ugly.

"What's your name?" I laughed and turned into a smile. Compared with Xiong Hua, he is capable, slick, and steady, but Xiong Hua also has his own advantages, young, handsome, youthful... I think!

"Liu Yu"'s aura is obviously not as high as that of the phone call, which is a big loss to him.

"Nice to meet you." He reached out his gentlemanly hand, and made a gesture of waiting for a handshake to me.

"Me too" I responded with a half-smile, and I quickly withdrew my hand after shaking hands. By feeling, the way he looked at me made my heart fluctuate.

Afterwards, he also reported that his family name was Guo Xiong, and my jaw almost dropped when I heard it. I am sweating if I am fat or not, I can’t get along with the pinyin of (xiong)!

During the meeting, the boss has been talking with him about things that have nothing to do with work, either experience or development, and then national affairs, national military affairs, these are not in my ears at all, and my basic free time is to listen to Songs, and the extra time is to study clothing and the like.

I seemed to be an outsider during the whole dinner. In fact, I was an outsider at this dinner. If the customer hadn’t heard me being so arrogant on the phone, maybe I am still desperately returning my defective products in the workshop.

"Where is Xiao Liu from? There's something wrong with his looks." This was Guo Xiong's voice.

"Ah, oh! I'm from Hunan." The topic suddenly shifted to me. I was a little overwhelmed, but I quickly adjusted my emotions.

"Oh! Not bad, not bad" His voice was obviously a few degrees higher.

"Come to meet for the first time, let's have a drink." He handed the glass full of wine to me, waiting for my response.

To be honest, alcohol is my natural enemy, not to mention drinking a glass, just one sip is enough to make me feel uncomfortable.

I understand that this situation cannot be refused, and it is not easy to refuse. In terms of work, he is a customer, the customer is God, and God is the God of Wealth. It is not too much to say that he is old enough to be my uncle. I later found out that he is also the age of my brother.

I prayed that the boss who was sitting beside me could save me. He knew very well that I was a teetotaler. Every time I had a Spring Festival social gathering, I would hide in the darkest corner in order to avoid the embarrassing appearance after drinking.

"Xiao Liu doesn't want to give brother face, right? My hand hurts." He began to urge me, and he also used the psychology of winning sympathy to force me to submit.

Only then did I see his face clearly, perhaps stimulated by alcohol, his white and fat face was slightly red, and the eyes hidden behind the glasses made me read longing, even ambiguity.

"Little brother really doesn't drink alcohol. Since you say it's my brother, you should know how to cherish me as a younger brother. I don't think you want to see your brother suffer later! I will replace wine with tea. Cheers." I quickly took a clean cup, filled it with tea, touched his wine glass, and said with a smile

"Little brother, let's do it first" and wiped out the tea in the cup with a big gulp.

Obviously he was a little stunned by my actions just now, and even the boss beside him was also stunned.

"Haha, I've seen a lot of ghosts. It's the first time I've seen such a ghost. I'm so happy to have such a good brother." After finishing speaking, he drank it down.

Afterwards, the topic finally fell on this return. Guo Xiong said that he was very angry when he received the goods from our company at first. Violation of the customer's request is a serious contempt, so it is reasonable to return all the products this time.

If it weren't for my time gap, if it wasn't for my audacity to go crazy with the client, I don't think Guo Xiong would be interested in meeting me, and he wouldn't have enough time for us to rework.

The boss and Guo Xiong drank a lot during this meal, as if they had met each other late, and there were few glasses of wine when meeting a bosom friend. I have a small appetite, and most of the time I just listened to their conversations in a daze. At most, they shifted the topic to me. , I just said a few words.

I saw the other side of the boss who is usually taciturn. He speaks softly but with strength, and everything is to the point, but it is the center point. Of course, Guo Xiong is not bad, but the sense of vicissitudes of the calendar is missing.

Two hours later, this boring meal was finally over. The boss and I sent Guo Xiong into a taxi and we walked towards the company. Guo Xiong asked for my mobile phone number when he got into the car. to him.

Back at the workshop, everyone was busy. I was a little touched and a little sad. This is the fate. The most basic ordinary employees will always help the boss create wealth, but they only solve the problem of food and clothing.

I quickly put away my compassion, went to the finished product warehouse, and after counting the number of reworked good products, I was relieved.

It was only a day since I sat down that Xiong Hua had never contacted me, so I took out my phone and prayed in my heart, hoping to have his text message.

When I saw that there were ten unread text messages on my phone from him, that kind of joy, that kind of excitement, that kind of happiness came suddenly and in a timely manner, and all the unhappy emotions of today turned into nothingness.

Number one: 9 a.m.What are you doing, kid?Are you tired from work?

Number two: 11:[-] am.Why ignore me;

Rule Three: 1:15 p.m.Wake up expecting to hear from you, and hope after disappointment.

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Article 16: At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, doze off at work!

Article 19: At 3 o'clock in the evening, another [-] minutes have passed, I believe your non-reply is because you are too busy.

Article 20: 15:[-] in the evening.I really hate my cowardice, I don't have enough courage to call you, and I regret that I don't know where you live?Even if your sentence is inappropriate, I should give up!

After reading Article [-], I found that I had the urge to cry. It turned out that my infatuation was mutual. I quickly dialed his number, and with just a beep, he was connected immediately.

"Is that you, kid?" The strange yet familiar voice sounded nice.

"It's me, I'm really sorry today, I just saw your text message now"

"Oh, it's okay, you must be tired after a busy day, right? You have to take good care of yourself"

I can't stand others being nice to me, so I quickly hid in the toilet, and secretly wiped away the tears I just moved.

"What's wrong, don't talk again"

I heard his eagerness.