Calculation rules for second-hand goods and second-hand forces

"The surname is Qi!" A menacing voice came in through the door of the department from afar.

Before Qi Han could respond, the door had already been kicked open with a bang.

The man stepped in with a grin, smiled and looked at Qi Han, who had half taken off his white coat, "It seems that I came in time."

Qi Han looked helpless, and turned the alarm clock on the table to him: "I'm sorry, I'm already off work, I want to see a doctor early tomorrow."

"Come on less." The man closed the door and sat directly on Qi Han's table. He bent down, pointed to Qi Han's forehead and said, "Take it easy, what you promised me, do you remember?"

"Remember, how dare I forget." Qi Han tore off the other white coat, stood up casually and cleaned up the pens on the table, "But I think you came at the wrong time."

The man snorted, "Did you say something to him again?"

"What can I say? Let me tell you. Come back tomorrow, good boy." Qi Han sighed.

"You make it clear to me today. Didn't you say it earlier? You can't disrupt my plan by going back on your word." The man refused to let go.

Qi Han looked at the ceiling, then at him, and smiled: "Zhao Zuo, if you don't have this attitude, you will definitely regret it."

"Hey," Zhao Zuo also smiled, "Then you hurry up and make me regret it."

Qi Han sat back, raised Erlang's legs, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "I didn't say anything, believe it or not."

"He finally stopped for more than a month. Why did he suddenly block the door of my company yesterday afternoon?"

"He misses you, I can still tie him up." Qi Han took a sip of water as if nothing had happened.

"..." Zhao Zuo's face turned green, and he said suspiciously, "Didn't you tell him something?"

"None of my business." Qi Han continued to be careless.

Zhao Zuo picked up one of his pens and played with it in his hand, "It's best."

"I said," Qi Han glanced at him, "can't you settle it in the normal way?"

Zhao Zuo despised him with dark eyes that don't understand the night during the day: "If I can buy a bottle of fruit oranges for one yuan, why should I spend four yuan? He only lives in his own world and cannot communicate at all. No, it's not like you don't know."

Qi Han clicked his tongue, "Recovering the memory and pretending to be a piece of amnesia, thank you for thinking it out. It was so simple, but you insisted on fixing this, so you had to take me with you. Now that you are tired, I will treat you as a sandwich biscuit." I’m about to collapse. Just compiling that JB medical record for you killed a few catties of my brain cells.”

"You deserve it." Zhao Zuo grinned, "God knows this matter. You know me. After a while, my world has nothing to do with him from now on."

"Your world?" Qi Han couldn't help laughing, "You think you are from another world. Besides, if you are so afraid of meeting him, why don't you go far away?"

"I like it here." Zhao Zuo said while turning his pen, "I can't hide forever."

"Well, I've done everything I can, what else do you need from me?"

Zhao Zuo stopped the movement of turning the pen, looked serious, and said seriously, "Continue. He will continue to be his President Yan, you will continue to be your Doctor Qi, and I will continue to be his high school classmate Zhao Zuo. Keep this relationship with him." This kind of alienated and bad relationship. Zhao Xiaofu and the like have never appeared in my world. Only when this track is not destroyed can our life continue beautifully, and you can face the sea and the spring blossoms."

Qi Han spread his hands and laughed, "Are you so jealous of him?"

"Instead of you," Zhao Zuo poked the pen back into the pen holder, "what do you think when you wake up with such a psycho next to you?"

Qi Han made a grimace, "Having a dog can also foster feelings."

"I am that dog." Zhao Zuo glanced at him and said coldly.

Qi Han laughed.

"I've known him for ten years, and there was nothing wrong with him before. Why did he suddenly get into a tantrum? There must be something wrong somewhere." Zhao Zuo sounded plausible, and suddenly paused, "By the way... why are you so weird today? weird?"

Qi Han shrugged, "My father and mother only met each other after knowing each other for 15 years."

"Don't mess with you, I will go back to work overtime later," Zhao Zuo looked at his watch, "You promise me."

Qi Han stretched out a palm and made an oath: "If I, Qi Han, take the initiative to tell him half a word, I will roll down the stairs, get knocked by a car, and lose love for 300 days."

Looking at the back of Zhao Zuo leaving satisfied, Qi Han breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a sip of water, patted the medical curtain behind him, and said with a smirk, "Just when you came to see me for dinner, the patient came to ask a doctor. I didn't take the initiative to tell you anything, right?"

A hand stretched out from inside and lifted the curtain, revealing the bed behind and a person half lying on the bed with a gloomy face.He seemed to be still chewing something, and he raised his head after a while, his eyes were burning, "You fucking knew it from the beginning?"

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"Honey, why don't you consider buying a car to go to work?"

The editor-in-chief looked at Zhao Zuo who stepped into the editorial department later, showing a rare woman's posture, and asked softly.

Zhao Zuo took out all the money in his pocket and showed it to her, two for one hundred yuan, two for ten yuan, and one for five yuan.

"My bank card is five times that of this." He said with a smile.

The editor-in-chief's beautiful eyes widened: "Where is your deposit?"

Zhao Zuo sat down in his seat, "Pay off the debt, see a doctor."

"Honey, are you sick?" the editor-in-chief exclaimed, attracting the attention of others.

Zhao Zuo hurriedly said: "The last time I had a bad cold, I spent hundreds of dollars in the hospital." He didn't intend to say that he was out of his mind.

The editor-in-chief stared at him with tears in his eyes: "Our magazine has just started, we work together to create a better future, and it will be better. A better tomorrow is waiting for us. This year our sales volume will be 50, and next year it will be 3! As long as you take care Work, I guarantee you can buy Giant in March, QQ in June, and Land Rover within this year..."

Zhao Zuo looked at her in disbelief, "Cousin, do we still do pyramid schemes as a side job?"

Weiss poked his forehead with a pen, "I just want to give you a little hope in life. Pay attention to what you say, dear, here, call me the editor-in-chief." Thinking of something, he took out a bag, "This is Wei Cheng going to Vietnam. The special product brought back, let me bring it to you."

Zhao Zuo grinned, "Thank you." He took it and called everyone to share it together.

After everyone dispersed, Wei Si called Zhao Zuo to his office, and as soon as the door closed, he immediately grabbed his collar and asked, "...I've been holding it in for a long time, and I can't bear it anymore. Did you die this year?" Where did it go?"

Zhao Zuo pulled her hand away and sighed, "Didn't you read my blog? I went to Lhasa, Qinghai, Turfan, Xi'an, Hokkaido, Rome, Kazakhstan and so on this year. I wrote articles about each place. "

Weiss crossed his arms and sneered, his eyes shone with shrewdness, "This way, you can fool your cousin, but it doesn't work for me." After speaking, he turned on his computer and opened a blog with a bright red The long fingernail poked on the LCD screen, "Look at what this is all about, it's not your style of writing at all."

Zhao Zuo leaned over and took a look, "When I was traveling, I was in a different mood, so of course what I wrote was also different. Hehe, look, my fans have increased a lot this year." It has increased by nearly ten times compared to a year ago. .

The comment boards are full of comments like 'good literary talent' and 'I envy the great god who can travel around the world'.

"Then tell me, what else is Turfan rich in besides grapes? And Kazakhstan?"

Zhao Zuo coughed, "I'm admiring the scenery and beauties, not doing folklore surveys."

"Look at me." Weiss motioned him to look at his neck.

Zhao Zuo squinted his eyes and made an appraisal: "Well, the wheat-colored skin has a touch of ivory white, and the light texture is full of stories of time. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this is a good neck."

"... Time?! Let's go. I just went on two business trips, and I wear an umbrella and apply sunscreen every day, but it's still dark like this, with a healthy glow. Look at you again," she said Zhao Zuo rolled up his sleeves, "The whole body is pale, with blue in the white, yellow in the blue... Is this what it looks like after traveling for many years?"

Zhao Zuo sighed again, "Who stipulates that you must bask in the sun when you travel? I can't stay indoors and have fun. Besides, I came back half a year ago. I'm staying at home for a while, so it's normal to come back for nothing."

"Then why did you lose contact that year? Your phone was shut down, your emails were not answered, and you even left a message on your blog. You would rather reply to those tourists than to us. When you played Evasion, did you consider your parents' spirits and our feelings? ?”

Zhao Zuo was silent for a while, "I said, I just want to be alone for a while. Besides, haven't I come back?"

"Give up the opportunity to stay in school to teach at your alma mater, and abandon your fiancée who has been in love for eight years, just to go to these ghost places, 'quiet'? Oh, what's wrong with your brain?" Wei Si raised his voice angrily.

"Then what can I do!" Zhao Zuo became inexplicably irritable and slammed down the table. Seeing Weiss' frightened expression, he realized his gaffe and said slowly, "It's all over, can you forget about it?" .”

"You have been like this since you were a child. You are used to being wild because your parents died early. You only care about your own ideas, keep everything in your heart, and don't let us say anything. When you were in high school, your mother said that you have a wild temper. , you ran away from home and lived in the cemetery for a month. We were so dazed looking for you, don’t you remember? Your mother passed away, and no one can control you. When you arrive at university, you have to ask for help every year. You evaporated once or twice, and when you came back, you acted as if nothing happened, and refused to say anything. We just spoiled you. But this time you really played big! You failed not only us, but also your beauty. You What do you think of her? You dare not tell her face to face when you break up? It’s a good thing she didn’t get married, or you’ll be dragged down by you for the rest of your life! We’re afraid that you’ll be unhappy, so we’ve put up with it all the time and pretended to believe what you said. But Look at what you have become? You are no longer a child. You should start a family and start a business and be responsible for yourself. But what about you? You think you are very happy in the world, don’t you? Last time you asked me to borrow [-] Spent it all? What's the next step, sleeping on the street?" Weiss scolded him aggressively, and there was no room for him to intervene.

Zhao Zuo started and didn't speak for a long time.

Thinking of something, Wei took out a newspaper from the drawer and threw it on his face, "Look, what the hell is this, don't you owe someone money?"

Zhao Zuo looked at the date. In the newspaper several months ago, the place that Wei Si painted red was a missing person notice, with his own photo on it.Look at the contact again, Mr. Yan?I couldn't help laughing out loud, muttering: What the hell.

"You can still laugh, do you know that we worry about you all day long?" Weiss raised his eyebrows, "Also, what about the money that uncle left you? Even if you swim the whole world, there is still some money left." Bar?"

Zhao Zuo hesitated for a while, "...I forgot where to put the passbook."

"Passbook number? Password?"

"forget."

"What?!" Weiss exclaimed, "Why don't you die?"

"I really want to die too." Zhao Zuo replied angrily.

Zhao Zuo, who was kicked out of the office by high heels, patted the footprints on his waist as if nothing had happened, and walked into the bathroom swaggeringly.

After closing the door and sitting on the toilet seat, Zhao Zuo looked at the door, lit a cigarette and started to daze.

Scenes of the past flashed through my mind.

High school, college, college graduation.

and show off.and friends.and... some people.

Happy, happy, angry, perverse, ridiculous.

But what rhythm is this now?

Reduced to reminiscing about the past on the toilet?

Fortunately, she didn't get married, otherwise she would be dragged down by you for the rest of her life!

Weiss' voice rang in his ears.

There was a stabbing pain in the chest.

Suddenly remembered that day, when he was sitting on the second floor of the coffee shop, Bo Lan watched Zhanyan and Song kissing me there calmly.

The surname Yan was talking about them nonchalantly in his ear, and he was still smiling silly.

Stupid... Really stupid.

Zhao Zuo covered his face, he just wanted to give himself a few blows this year.

Am I fucking cursed?