atypical romanticism

Every December 31st is a particularly interesting node.

It's not strictly a sign that the year is over in the traditional sense.

Traditionally, the Spring Festival is the day to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. The most intuitive manifestation of this is the length of the holiday. There is only one day for New Year’s Day, and six days for Spring Festival.

The holiday, which was originally only meant to be eaten by eating dumplings and glutinous rice balls, has become a sign of the end of the year at some point.All major TV stations are vying to hold a variety of New Year's Eve parties, and all kinds of apps have also followed suit, launching the so-called "annual report" to tell users-look, this person has been doing nothing for 365 days.

In this era of the Internet for all, the time for emotions to be transmitted to the outside world is greatly shortened, and the sadness of the year that has passed on the screen is exponentially transmitted to people outside the screen.

——For example, now, Zhou Yu has finished watching the Nth blogger’s year-end summary video with a blank face, and is reflecting on what he has done this year for the N+1st time.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that this thing is purely spreading anxiety.

In the past 365 days, nothing has been achieved. Is it because Liang Jingru gave her the courage to believe that she will live a life of regular work and rest, light diet and far away from the world in the next 365 days?

She sent this conclusion to Xiang Sheng. Unlike in the past, Xiang Sheng did not reply to the message in seconds this time, but it took nearly half an hour to reply: "Mr. Zhou, how can you call the past 365 days white?" Well, at least in the last 90 days or so, you have me."

Zhou Yu laughed lightly after listening to the voice, and replied, "Yes, thank you Teacher Xiang for saving my useless life."

"By the way, are you coming back today?"

Xiang Sheng flew back to the imperial capital three days ago and said that he had to deal with some matters.Although Zhou Yu was a bit reluctant, he didn't ask too much - we are all adults, and the world of adults is not so pure and easy, and many things are prior to love.

This time Xiang Sheng replied in seconds, but his tone was really unbearable: "Why, Miss Zhou misses me?"

After listening to this voice, Zhou Yu imagined that Xiang Sheng's tail was about to go up to the sky through the screen of the mobile phone, but she was right, she did miss her a little bit.

But only a little bit.Zhou Yu touched his feverish earlobe, and then, as if affirming himself, he typed the words "Love never returns" on the keyboard.When you click send, there will be a crisp "click" sound between the fingernail and the screen.

Xiang Sheng also replied with a string of texts: "If you don't want me, don't you just don't like me? If you don't like me, you just get annoyed when you look at me. New Year's Eve, I want you to be happy. If you really If you don’t want me, I’ll go home and watch my parents sprinkle dog food, can you bear it? Teacher Zhou~.”

Looking at the message she replied, Zhou Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "Teacher Xiang, you are really a logic genius."

Xiang Sheng said confidently: "Don't worry about it, just say whether you miss me."

Zhou Yu looked around, everyone was working diligently at their workstations, and she was the only one who was aboveboard and paid to fish. She decisively made a choice between sending a voice or text, and edited the text with her fingers on the screen. :

"I don't bother you."

"I like you."

"I miss you."

There was no reply from Xiang Sheng for a long time, Zhou Yu didn't pay much attention to it, the WeChat was switched to the corporate WeChat, and he resumed working status in a second.

Her mood was fairly stable during this time, because she lived with Xiang Sheng, she took medicine regularly and on time during this time.

Although Xiang Sheng's love was strong enough, she still didn't have the courage to tell her.But after all, paper can't contain the fire. Instead of waiting until the situation becomes unstoppable, it's better to speak out on your own initiative.

As for when to say it, Zhou Yu hasn't made up his mind yet.At least not this New Year's Eve - on this day, knowing that the lover you get along with every day is actually mentally ill, the mood is so wonderful.

"Zhou Yu," Xiao Xiao knocked on her desk, and said, "The Publicity Department wants us to confirm the release time of the first issue of the new year."

"Isn't it already set?" Zhou Yu said, "The sale will start at eight o'clock in the evening. Is there any problem?"

Xiao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, and said a little annoyed: "Just now a child from the Propaganda Department came over and said that their head thinks eight o'clock in the evening is worse than midnight, let's think about it."

"I'm busy counting down at midnight, who has time to grab magazines?" Xiao Xiao shook her head incomprehensibly.

Zhou Yu smiled and said comfortingly: "There is nothing to talk about about this matter, go according to the original plan, and change the release time at this juncture, it is either crazy or crazy."

Xiao Xiao was taken aback, while listening to the lively Emily explain: "Xiao Zhou just means that she is stupid."

"Oh, I thought I was too busy and had an auditory hallucination," Xiao Xiao sighed, "It's so annoying to talk to these romantics!"

"Come on~" Zhou Yu supported the mirror frame, and made a cheering gesture to Xiao Xiao's retreating back.

Xiao Xiao waved her hands helplessly, as if to say 'good luck'.

Emily moved closer to Zhou Yu's side, and said unexpectedly: "Xiao Zhou, we have been colleagues for three years, so you can still do this kind of action."

Zhou Yu didn't realize it: "Huh? Don't I often tell you guys to come on?"

"It's not the same," Emily said decisively, "When you told us to cheer up, it was like 'forced for prostitution', but the one just now was naturally unpretentious, like..."

"Like what?" Zhou Yu asked curiously.

Emily's heart beat, her feet chopped off, and she said, "Like the photographer who worked with us at that time, Xiao Xiang."

Zhou Yu was stunned, and subconsciously denied: "Where are you going, you are at work, you are not allowed to fish!"

She denied it, but uncontrollably set off a small cluster of fireworks in her heart.

In an instant, she felt as if she had returned to the age of fifteen or sixteen. At that time, if she liked someone, she would involuntarily imitate her small movements. When she was discovered, her mood was both flustered and mixed with unspeakable joy.

It seems that the distance between each other can rely on this little bit of similarity to keep shrinking and shrinking again.

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Zhou Yu was busy until six o'clock in the afternoon before he had time to switch his WeChat account back. The moment his account was successfully logged in, four or five WeChat messages popped up in the dialog box with Xiang Sheng.

The penultimate one was a photo of a flight ticket from Imperial Capital to Shanghua at 1 p.m.; the last one was also a photo, and Zhou Yu immediately recognized that it was their living room.

The beam of light shines obliquely in the living room, the cups on the coffee table are in pairs, and the blankets on the lazy sofa are for lovers.

Her heart softened, and she turned on the voice one by one to listen:

"I miss you too."

"The plane is scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon. Let's eat dumplings tonight! What stuffing do you want?"

"I'm home~"

After listening to the last voice, Zhou Yu's desire to go home reached its peak.In the past three years, she has chosen to stay in the company and watch the data, because the company is more humane than at home.

At least at midnight, you can eat delicious hot dumplings for takeaway, but at home, even thieves have to go out crying when they arrive.

If Xiang Sheng doesn't come back this year, she plans to stay in the company for the New Year's Eve.

But when Xiang Sheng came back, the empty house was full of fireworks.

Seeing Zhou Yu packing up his things and preparing to leave, Xiao Xiao asked in surprise, "Aren't you looking at the data anymore?"

"Well," Zhou Yu laughed a few times, and said with some guilt, "Isn't this something you can do with a computer, and it seems that you can go home."

"Oh," Xiao Xiao nodded, and said calmly, "There is someone waiting at home this year."

As soon as the words fell, the office where only the sound of typing on the keyboard was originally filled with ridicule.

Zhou Yu sped up the movements of his hands, with a smile in his eyes that he hadn't noticed, and warned: "Xiao Xiao!"

"Here," Xiao Xiao said unhurriedly, "Go down quickly, it's rare that you want to get off work on time, it should be picked up by your family, the weather forecast says it will snow today, what should you do if you catch a cold. "

Zhou Yu blushed and fled amidst the uproar, leaving Emily alone on the spot with a dazed face.

Xiao Xiao glanced at her and asked, "What's wrong? It's like losing your soul."

"Old Xiao," Emily said with a tragic face, "my CP may be be."

Before she could come out of her grief, Xiao Xiao said quietly, "No be."

"Ok?"

Xiao Xiao glanced at the lively crowd on one side, and after confirming that no one noticed them, she leaned into Emily's ear and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "I said, your Xiang Zhou really got along well for a hundred years, listen Is it clear, Ms. Rice Grain?"

Rice grain is Emily's real name, because she doesn't like this name very much, so she keeps her name well.

However, Xiao Xiao didn't know how she knew the name, she knew it when she knew it, how could a person owe her enough to let her know that she had already exploded?

Xiao Xiao, who owed her mouth, undoubtedly received a severe beating from Mi Li.

-

As soon as Zhou Yu walked out of the office building, he saw Xiang Sheng at a familiar place.

She was wearing a black woolen coat, and her satin-like long hair shone under the neon light. She didn't bring a camera this time, and stood in the crowd and waved to her: "Mr. Zhou, I'm here! Look! I!"

How could Zhou Yu not see her? She was the one who saw her first.

Xiang Sheng smiled brightly, trotting towards her through the lively crowd, every step was extremely firm.

It seemed that she came to this world just to love her.

-

When the two returned home, there were dumplings made by Xiang Sheng in the kitchen.Zhou Yu wanted to go to the kitchen to help her cook, but Xiang Sheng didn't give her a chance to get close to the kitchen at all: "Mr. Zhou, the kitchen is an important place, and those who don't know how to cook broccoli in cold water are not allowed to enter."

Zhou Yu didn't struggle, he just supported his head and admired Xiang Sheng's busy figure in the kitchen.

In fact, Xiang Sheng is not busy at all. Her cooking is the type that her mother likes when she sees it. She cleans up while cooking, and the kitchen is clean after the meal is done.

Zhou Yu moved her eyes, looked out the window, and suddenly realized that the snow that had heralded the day would come quietly. She happily said to Xiang Sheng, "Xiang Sheng, it's snowing, the last snow of this year."

"Well, this is also the first snow." Xiang Sheng took out the cooked dumplings, walked out of the kitchen, and asked softly, "Do you want to take a photo with this snow?"

Zhou Yu was visibly happy, but thinking that Xiang Sheng didn't bring a camera when he picked her up today, he asked, "Isn't it convenient for you to pick me up today without a camera?"

Xiang Sheng smiled slightly, raised his hand and lightly hooked the tip of her nose, and said with a serious expression: "Fang's inconvenient talk is to deal with unimportant people. For important people, there is never such a thing as Fang inconvenient." That said."

"I didn't bring the camera because I ran out of battery. It should be fully charged now," Xiang Sheng looked at her closely, as if he wanted to remember her face forever, and repeated, "Do you want to take a picture with this snow? Photo?"

Zhou Yu's eyes moved slightly, he put his arms around her, and said, "I want to take a picture with you and this snow, I don't know if Xiang Da photographer is willing."

Xiang Sheng smiled lightly, nodded and said, "It's a great honor."

When the two went downstairs, Xiang Sheng wanted to take two photos of Zhou Yu first, but the resulting photos were out of focus. Zhou Yu looked at Xiang Sheng who was stunned, and joked: "The photographer Xiang also has When the horse stumbles."

Xiang Sheng didn't reply, what Zhou Yu saw was defocused, but she didn't see anything.

At that moment, her world was pitch black. She blinked vigorously, and her vision gradually became clear.

Seeing that Xiang Sheng didn't speak, Zhou Yu thought that she had hurt her self-esteem, and just wanted to comfort her, but before she could speak, Xiang Sheng smiled again: "It's a good thing you saw it, otherwise my reputation in the industry will be ruined." It's over, can Teacher Zhou keep it a secret for me?"

Zhou Yu squinted at her, thought for a while, with a sweet smile on his face, and said, "Okay, but there are conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Skip the part of taking pictures of me, let's take a group photo," Zhou Yu handed her the camera and said, "I want to eat the dumplings you made earlier."

Xiang Sheng nodded, with sparkling eyes, "Okay."

She adjusted the camera, and the moment the flash was turned on, a cluster of fireworks bloomed in the night sky—snowflakes fell on their heads, and the fireworks witnessed the white heads.

Snowflakes fall on the ground without preference, everything is silent, and the bright windows are family reunion and fireworks in the world.

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