what's your attitude

Pei Rong wasn't angry at all, with Wang Hanqing's flattering appearance, his boredom was swept away, thinking that Wang Hanqing was working overtime, so don't make others worry about it.

He sent a message back to Wang Hanqing, "Work hard."

By the way, it also attached Zheng Wanyan's favorite emoticon package recently, a moving picture of a pink Disney doll pointing at the camera.

When Wang Hanqing received the news, he was stunned. He was chatting with Pei Rong, and neither of them had the habit of posting emoticons. He stared at the screen for a long time. Maybe it was because Pei Rong was not angry anymore?

The nature of the work in the workshop is mechanical and boring, and there is nothing special. Pei Rong stayed in the office alone, watched the video for a while, and soon became sleepy. He was too lazy to run to the staff dormitory. The small quilt, dozed off in a daze.

The lights in the office are not turned on, only the computer in front of me is still on, the computer's voice is not turned on very loudly, and the video is babbling, and I can't really hear what is said, but it has the effect of helping sleep.

Wang Hanqing said wait, he acquiesced to his request, and didn't even tell him the time limit, whether he just waited until the end of Christmas, or kept waiting, probably because he was afraid that Wang Hanqing would not be able to arrive before the end of Christmas, so he asked If you help him cheat, can he still fail?

At eleven o'clock in the evening, in the entire office building, only Wang Hanqing's company was still on, and in the entire company, only Wang Hanqing's team was still working overtime.

Just now, they compressed and packaged the revised project and sent it to them. After waiting for a while, Wang Han said in a low voice, "It's ok", and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, they packed their things in a tacit understanding and left the company as quickly as possible, fearing that something would happen again, the last colleague greeted Wang Han lightly before leaving, "Let's go, Team Leader Wang. "

Wang Han nodded lightly. He glanced at the time. It was still too late to find Pei Rong. He took out the wrapped harmonica from the drawer, closed the computer and locked the door. When taking the elevator, the floors changed slowly, which made him Gradually a little anxious.

There are more people than cars on the streets on Christmas Day, there is no traffic jam, and it is still unimpeded, especially in the suburbs, where there are almost no vehicles, only occasionally passing by a large truck.

When I arrived at the pharmaceutical factory, the big iron gate was closed tightly, and the small door next to it was also closed. The curtains in the guard room were drawn, and the lights were not turned on. It looked like the uncle had fallen asleep.

When Wang Hanqing was hesitating whether to wake up the uncle or call Pei Rong, a black figure came out from behind the guard room.

Before Wang Han could see clearly, he heard it "meow", it was the little wild cat.

The big iron gate couldn't shut the little wild cat, it was full of flesh, but it managed to get out from the middle of the iron railing with ease, and screamed around Wang Hanqing, as if questioning Wang Hanqing, why didn't he come here recently.

Wang Han touched it lightly, "I don't have time to play with you."

His tone of voice when talking to cats is the same as when talking to people, ruthless and straightforward. Fortunately, Little Wild Cat doesn't care about him, and can even guess what he wants to do.

The little wild cat ran forward for a while, looked back at Wang Hanqing and continued to bark, as if asking Wang Hanqing to follow.

Wang Hanqing was skeptical, looking at the quiet guard room, he chose to go to the doctor in a hurry, and followed behind the little wild cat.

The wall of the pharmaceutical factory has not been repaired yet, and half of it fell down to the position of the chest. When Wang Hanqing passed by here, he had the slightest urge to climb over the wall, but his reason calmed him down. Obviously, maybe it will embarrass Pei Rong.

When we got to a place where there were no street lights, we finally saw the back door of the pharmaceutical factory. The small iron door of the back door was not locked, and it was reserved for the convenience of workers in and out.

The little wild cat didn't take the usual way, even if the door was open, it was still willing to sneak through the cracks in the railing. It stood in the door and motioned for Wang Hanqing to come in.

Wang Han gently pushed open the iron door, and there was a "squeak" sound from the iron door. He stepped inside, feeling a little more relaxed. He glanced at the little wild cat waiting to play with him enthusiastically, and squatted down again, " Not now, thanks."

It was a thief's decision to leave, which made Little Wild Cat miss him even more.

The pharmaceutical factory looked dilapidated, but the offices on each floor were clearly marked. Wang Han followed the signs and found the door of Pei Rong's office.

Before knocking on the door, he took out his mobile phone. It was past twelve o'clock, and he was still late.

The corridor was very quiet. Wang Han took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, touched the piano case in his pocket, adjusted his breathing repeatedly, and finally knocked on the door lightly.

The chair is okay for sleeping in the morning, but sleeping at night is a bit embarrassing. Pei Rong sleeps very unsteadily, and can hear the sound of the video all the time.

The knock on the door was also intermittent, and it was difficult for Pei Rong in his sleep to distinguish whether it was the voice in the video or someone was really knocking on the door.

It wasn't until the knock on the door became clearer that he slowly opened his eyes. His mind was in chaos. He stared at the direction of the door for a long time and realized that someone was really knocking on the door.

"Wait a moment." Pei Rong didn't open his voice when he spoke, and he sounded a little hoarse. He put the small quilt on the chair and hurried up to open the door.

He thought there was something wrong with the workers in the workshop. When the door opened, he froze for a second, and there was Wang Hanqing standing outside the door.

"Why are you here?" Pei Rong's memory was still at the stage when Wang Hanqing had to work overtime, and he didn't know how long he had slept, and his eyes were a little confused.

At this time, Pei Rong was wearing a coat, with an innocent face, looking very defenseless, Wang Hanqing, who had organized his speech, forgot what he should say for a moment.

"I..." He wanted to reach out to touch Pei Rong's head, but he was afraid that Pei Rong would be angry, so he moved his wrist, with an indescribable joy that only he knew.

Pei Rong was really waiting for him.

Pei Rong gave Wang Hanqing a way to let people enter the office first. After closing the door, he thought about turning on the light. He just stretched out his hand, but before he touched the switch, he was pulled back by a huge force. The coat had also slipped a bit from the shoulders.

Fortunately, Wang Han was quick to help Pei Rong tidy up his clothes, his hands still resting on Pei Rong's collar and he refused to let go.

The two were so close that Pei Rong woke up most of the time after dozing off. He glanced at the curtains out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't see any light coming in. It was still night, but he didn't know how late it was.

"Is it past twelve?" he asked.

Wang Han frowned lightly, "It's over."

"Xiao Wang, you are late. I only promised to meet you at Christmas." Pei Rong didn't have time to wear glasses, and would subconsciously squint his eyes when looking at people.

Wang Hanqing also knew that it was his own problem, no wonder Pei Rong, but...he still had a chance, and was still reluctant to let Pei Rong go.

"I told you to wait for me."

Not giving Wang Hanqing a set time, one is to give Wang Hanqing a chance, and the other is to give himself a way out.

Pei Rong said unhurriedly: "I didn't promise you."

"You didn't refuse either." Wang Hanqing retorted quickly.

"You forgot what I said, adults are not positive..."

Before Pei Rong finished speaking, Wang Han interrupted softly, "Remember, I remember everything you said."

The two of them talked fast, but there was no tension at all, and there was still a little bit of interest in it.

Pei Rong tilted his head, as if he was asking Wang Hanqing back, but he still pretended not to understand.

Wang Han swallowed his saliva lightly, "If you reject me, I will still like you, still want to contact you, still want to meet you, and next time, next time."

He took out the piano case from his pocket, and he didn't have to give Pei Rong a gift on a holiday, "It's not Christmas, but I can give you a gift."

What he didn't care about was Christmas, but that he could have an excuse to meet Pei Rong in the name of Christmas. For him, it was Christmas that was honored by Pei Rong.

Pei Rong took the piano box and opened it, surprised to see a silver-white harmonica lying in the box.

"How do you know I can play the harmonica?" Pei Rong hasn't played a harmonica for many years.

It's not that Wang Hanqing doesn't know Pei Rong at all. There are some distant secrets that even Pei Rong himself has forgotten, but Wang Hanqing still keeps them in his heart.

"I've seen you play once." Wang Han paused lightly, showing hesitation, as if he didn't want to mention it, "School celebration, you accompany your ex-boyfriend to practice the piano, I thought you would have an ensemble performance, during the official performance , you just recite."

Wang Hanqing wasn't jealous, he knew his position, he couldn't love him, it was jealousy.

Pei Rong's past, to Wang Hanqing, he seemed to be a participant, but to Pei Rong, he was just a bystander.

What he participated in was only his own secret love. This cruel secret love has nothing to do with Pei Rong. What has to do with Pei Rong is the previous harmonica and Pei Rong's ex-boyfriend.

It's so sour, it seems that someone's vinegar jar has been knocked over.

Pei Rong lowered his eyes and played with the harmonica in his hand. The texture of the harmonica was cold, and it was hard to put it down. "I haven't played it for a long time."

"Then do you still like it?"

Pei Rong raised his eyelids and looked at Wang Hanqing. What was Wang Hanqing asking?Harmonica?Or ex-boyfriend? "I used to like it."

"Why before?"

Pei Rong sighed. Naturally, the ex-boyfriend parted ways because of their studies, and only had the harmonica. "When I was young, I liked it as a hobby. After school, my dad felt that it was a delay in studying and not doing his job properly. Later, he gradually stopped touching it."

Now that he has the opportunity, and his parents won't object to Pei Rong's hobbies, will he still like them?

Wang Han asked lightly, "Then do you like the new one I gave you?"

Pei Rong couldn't help but let out a "hmm", not in the tone of answering Wang Han's light question, "Try it, how will you know if you don't try?"

Wang Hanqing should hold Pei Rong's wrist, push him against the door, and stare straight at Pei Rong's face, "You want to try?"

The force on the wrist was so strong that Pei Rong felt pain when he pinched it. He asked Wang Hanqing, "Why did you come here tonight? Just to give a gift? Just to see me? The gift was delivered, and we met in person. , I have done everything I promised you."

"No." Too many wishes come true at once, too unrealistic, Wang Han whispered incoherently, "I originally planned to have dinner with you, that restaurant... and the fireworks show... and a walk by the river... and..."

As Pei Rong listened, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up. Wang Hanqing's wish was small and innocent.