Life is bloody eight o'clock

It was before dawn when Xiaoxiao received the call, that is, four o'clock in the morning when physiologically it is most likely to die suddenly.

He took out the flashing and vibrating mobile phone from under the pillow, thinking that if the bastard on the call couldn't explain why, she would let him die suddenly!But unexpectedly saw Fa Xiao's name.Calling at a time like this...

"Hey, what's the matter? The disturbing dream in the middle of the night." She didn't even bother to open her eyes, and the receiver was silent for a long time, so long that she thought that the other party was playing with her, and she was almost about to curse.

"Xiaoxiao, we broke up."

"Break up?" Xiaoxiao snorted to express her disdain. Will they break up?

She didn't want to run to comfort him like a fool like last time and then be visually shocked. "Are you drunk again? I don't want to see your live version of tenderness."

"I'm very sober, Xiaoxiao, we really broke up." Yuan Ben's voice was low and hoarse with indescribable exhaustion, "Can you... can you come over?"

She knew he was serious, and she knew almost everything about him after more than [-] years of dating, and she could let him let go of his hidden machismo and show weakness to her. It seemed that the problem was serious.

"Okay, I'll come right away, don't wait anywhere for me!"

Lifting the quilt, turning over, getting off the floor, and getting dressed almost in one go, there was dissatisfaction on the other side of the double bed.

"What happened to you when you were young?"

"Don't worry about it!" Xiaoxiao neatly wrapped herself in a windbreaker, "Tomorrow, no, you'll get up early to cook for the child and send him to school. I'll be leaving first."

When she rushed to the train station, she happened to catch the first train. Thanks to the convenient and developed modern transportation, she was standing at Yuan Ben's door knocking on the door at seven o'clock in the morning with her breakfast in hand.

"It's so fast." The man who opened the door smiled, making her heart ache.Without saying a word, Xiaoxiao bypassed him and went into the room and sat on the sofa.

"Tell me. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, we broke up." Yuan Ben sat cross-legged on the floor opposite her, opened the porridge she brought, and smiled nonchalantly, "I want you to help me tidy up the house."

"When?" Xiaoxiao felt that the smile on his face was so awkward, against his bearded chin, bloodshot eyes, and messy hair, she wanted to hold him in her arms and snore. , cry cry.

But she knew that he wouldn't cry, at least not in front of her. Looking at his current appearance, he had probably calmed down and was embarrassed by the phone call she made yesterday.

"The night before yesterday." Yuan Ben touched his nose, his right hand was wrapped in gauze.

Xiaoxiao's eyebrows frowned immediately. She only found out when Yang's mother was seriously ill that her childhood sweetheart would self-mutilate when she was in an extremely bad mood. Christians won't be hurting themselves anymore.Hey, Xu Douxiao, I have to admire you.

Don't take the initiative to ask, just accompany.This is their way of getting along for more than [-] years. They are both stubborn people. There is no need for the other party to cry or comfort them. What they need is a companion when they are depressed.

Even if Xiaoxiao has thousands of words in his heart, it is impossible to say one more word. If he wants to say it, he will naturally say it.

"Forget it." She leaned on the sofa as if giving up something.Hold the forehead with your hand. "What to pack, tell me."

Yuan Ben pulled clean white porridge and smiled, quiet, relieved, and full of trust.

This man can always touch the softness deep in the heart so easily.

Sit on the floor like him, and help him pack things into boxes. She knows some of the things that are still in the boxes, and can guess who owns most of the things she doesn't know.

Xu Douxiao's, Xu Douxiao's clothes, Xu Douxiao's magazines, Xu Douxiao's cigarettes, Xu Douxiao's...

After packing everything up, they went to have lunch. Yuan Ben bought a phone card at the newsstand. Watching him disassemble the phone and change the card, Xiaoxiao finally couldn't hold back and broke their usual rules of getting along.

Until now, she didn't believe that these two people would be separated. They made her, a person who didn't believe in eternity, think that some people should be together forever.

"Is there really no chance of recovery?"

Yuan Ben threw the replaced phone card into the trash can and asked, "I, Yuan Ben, said we should break up. Is there still a chance?" Looking back at her, her eyes were sharp and determined.It's just that he himself doesn't know who he is talking about.

In this hot summer city, Yuan Ben's mobile phone screen flashes as it turns on. It turned out to be Xu Douxiao's beloved car, but now it's just an ordinary landscape photo.

The next day, Yuan Ben submitted an application to the organization for further study.

In the summer of this year, they broke up.

Yuan Ben, who had always been decisive, did not look back.

In many cases, the so-called determination is often vulnerable to the crush of fate.

For example, Yuan Ben, no matter how determined he was to stay away from Xu Douxiao back then, in the end he succumbed to the iron fist of poverty, lived on the streets or stayed in the empty house of his predecessor, he should choose the latter.

The judges said, ask the family for some money to make the transition.

Don't underestimate the self-esteem of a 30-year-old man. They can humble themselves outside and ask for perfection, but it is difficult to ask their parents for money when they go home, especially when they cannot face their father's disapproving eyes and mother's distressed inquiries.

Still, it was too weird.Yuan Ben said to himself against the bathroom wall, why did I agree?let's go.

At this moment, Yuan Ben's cell phone rang, reminding him to accept a new message - the website's submission response.

Did not pass.

Yuan Ben sent another one without giving up.

Tu Yuan: "I still like this story very much. I want to finish writing it. How can I modify it?"

Edit: "I don't quite remember which one was the audit news confirmed last week. Please send the story to my email again."

Yuan Ben actively operated, anxiously waiting for a response.

Edit: "That's it. The story looks tired, and the plot is not particularly brilliant."

Tu Yuan: "Is it a problem with the way of writing? Would it be better if I changed the way of writing?"

Edit: "What network do you usually watch?"

network?Yuan Ben basically didn’t read the Internet after working. The closest reading system in his reading system is "Eastern Jin Family Politics" and "The Death of the Wang Family". I chose honesty.

Tu Yuan: "I usually watch detectives a lot."

Tuyuan: "It's still the old-fashioned kind..."

Such as Agatha Christie and Conan Doyle, Yuan Ben added silently in his heart.

Edit: "We are in the network business, and your subject matter is not very suitable."

Tu Yuan: "Is there any room for modification?"

Edit: "It is not recommended to modify it, you can read more about this topic on the Internet."

Yuan Ben originally wanted to ask if it was possible to rewrite "The King and the Horse Shared the World", but later felt that he was humiliating himself, so he gave up.

Tu Yuan: "Thank you, I will look into it more."

He simply sat on the floor of the living room and used his mobile phone to look at the hit lists of the same subject on the Internet. He clicked on them one by one, read the introduction, the table of contents, and the beginning, and then obediently quit, admitting that he is an expert in the field of Internet literature. Useless.

He usually listens to his Chinese-born colleagues commenting on online literature. After hearing some vocabulary, such as "Golden Finger", "Mary Su", etc., he thinks he has mastered some laws of literary creation, but the reality gave him another note. Straight fist, he couldn't even look at it, how could he write it.

Although he also makes a living from his pen in his work unit, he mostly writes academic papers, planning schemes and project reports. He uses professional vocabulary and a lot of ways that seem to be practical and exaggerated all the year round to exaggerate things as big as sesame seeds into watermelons. He is a good hand in terms of spirit and catering to policies, but it is more difficult to get him to write "emotions".

The limitations of his writing are widely circulated, and there is even a saying that "let Yuan Ben write prose, and he will finally get an issue of the People's Daily".

He himself is not convinced by this statement, after all, he was also a creative person when he was a student (he selectively ignored the terrible click-through rate).

When the economic crisis came, he naturally thought of making a living by selling letters.

As a result, he found that his writing of knowledge popularization was not popular enough, his writing of history lacked imagination, his writing of popular comments was too mediocre, and his writing of online literature was incomprehensible. It can be said that he failed in an all-round way.

One of Yuan Ben's spiritual mentors in his youth was Shu Guozhi. He especially liked his lazy attitude towards life, and felt that the ideal life should be "to live in a house with tile roofs and mud walls, with no space on the first floor or second floor." Obstacles. Don't take the elevator, don't seek to climb high at home to look at the scenery, look around.

Must live in a place with four seasons.In winter, I shrank and leaned on the fire to spend long nights; in summer, I sweated and fell asleep in the scorching afternoon. "

This made him not have too much ambition for fame and fortune. He relied on his family when he was a student, and spent a long time after graduation with Xu Douxiao, who loves to make money. He basically didn't feel any suffering in the world, even after breaking up. For two years, due to his low material desires, he did not realize the importance of saving money. It was not until today that life caught him by surprise that he understood why Shu Guozhi could not work, sleep late, wander the streets and alleys, and spend ideal afternoons. Not because of a good mentality but because of talent.

Sensitivity to words and emotions is exactly what Yuan Ben, a project report expert, lacks the most.

Yuan Ben was bruised all over his body by this combination of fate. He just wanted to pass out and sleep for a long time.

He leaned on the sofa blankly, from dawn to dusk, and finally stood up resignedly to pack a small carry-on suitcase he brought, and hung his few clothes in the closet.

He cleaned it briefly, and there was only a thin layer of floating soil in the house. It could be seen that Xu Douxiao cleaned it regularly.

Have it cleaned regularly.Thinking of Xu Douxiao's habit of spending money without doing anything, Yuan Ben corrected himself.

He opened the refrigerator and found that there were several bottles of beer in the freezer, which were the brands he often drank.

Yuan Ben's heart was moved, and he took it out to check carefully. The production date three years ago showed that he just forgot to clean it out.

It's hard for Yuan Ben to say whether his own things are all intact or he really changes the beer he often drinks regularly, which is more sad.

At this time, Xu Douxiao's WeChat message came over. In order for the landlord to contact the tenant, they exchanged contact information.

Xu Douxiao: "How is it? Is everything packed?"

Yuan Ben: "It's almost done. Thank Ning Jun for me, and agree to lend me a house."

After coming here for a while, Xu Douxiao's message came.

Xu Douxiao: "She doesn't know."

Yuan Ben: "She doesn't know that I live here?"

Xu Douxiao: "She doesn't know about this house?"

Yuan Ben: "What are you doing?"

Ning Jun also wanted to know what he was doing?