Are you in love, my white moonlight

"Well... I'll think about it." Yuan Deng finally said ambiguously.

To say it was to think about it, in fact, he was somewhat moved.On the car back to school, Yuan Deng leaned on the back of the chair, watching the rapidly receding scenery outside the window.Encountered a traffic light ahead, the speed of the car slowed down slowly, and it stopped at a bustling intersection. There were clouds of vendors along the road, and pedestrians walked in a hurry—it seemed that they all had things to do.

Unlike him, a time rich man with nothing to do.

Yuan Deng lowered his head and turned on his phone. He wanted to check the time, but accidentally opened the chat dialog with Yongjipu. He stared at the name on the top and rubbed his fingers unconsciously.

It's time to choose again.

He has mild choice difficulties. He encountered difficulties since he was a child and didn't know which option to choose. He hesitated which flavor to choose when buying snacks in front of the shelf. Today, he is wearing plaid or striped clothes.But at that time, there was always a cold voice guiding him.

"Choose C."

“Delicious BBQ flavor.”

"Stripes make you look thinner."

……

Only later, this voice disappeared from his life briefly for a few years, but now—Yuan Deng lowered his eyes, entered a line of words in the dialog box, and sent.

Yuan Deng: [Brother, my friend invited me to participate in the Los Angeles Business Competition, and I am still hesitating whether to join or not.Do you think I want to participate? ]

On the other side, in the high-rise of a skyscraper in the city center.The snow-white incandescent light illuminated the cold sweat on the foreheads of everyone in the conference room, and the hands of the person who was presenting the report next to the projection screen were sweating, and he stammered: "Next..."

Before the report was finished, it was interrupted by the man with his head bowed in the middle of the long table: "Stop."

He has his hair combed back, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his high bridge of nose, and a straight half-Windsor knot stuck on his neatly pressed neckline.

"Who made this report." He closed the report in front of him and asked the reporter with a calm tone.The reporter glanced at the man secretly, and the other's expression was indifferent, as if covered by an unpredictable mist.

"Yes……"

Before the words fell, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the silent conference room. It was the notification sound of the mobile phone, which made the participants shiver.Who comes to a meeting without turning off the mute? !

"Sorry." Yongjipu took the phone, and after seeing the content on the screen clearly, he pondered for a moment, tapped the screen twice quickly with his slender fingers, waved to the assistant at the side, and whispered a few words to him .

The assistant nodded and quietly exited the conference room.

After watching the assistant leave, Yongjipu turned his gaze back to the projection screen, "Continue."

At the same time, Yuan Deng saw the reply that popped up on his mobile phone, and gradually smiled on his face. He leaned on the back of the front seat and raised his voice to the driver: "Master, can you turn around first? I sent it to Yong's Building, and then sent my friend to Huada."

"Okay!" The master turned the steering wheel familiarly.

When Zhang Jitong heard about it, he looked at him in surprise: "Aren't you going back to school?"

Yuan Deng held his mobile phone, his smile was far more dazzling than March's spring: "I've changed my mind now."

Zhang Jitong: "...to see your boyfriend?"

Yuan Deng corrected him displeasedly: "I'm going to see my fiance."

really.

Zhang Jitong stared at the front in silence, wondering if the sun was too hot, there seemed to be dizzying spots of light in his vision, and his stomach was constricted.

The Yongshi Group is involved in many fields. It has strong financial resources and a large business. It proudly owns a building in the CBD center of this bustling city, and hangs the group's LOGO on the top of the building.

The taxi slowly stopped in front of the towering buildings.Yuan Deng jumped out of the car, waved goodbye to Zhang Jitong, and walked to Yong's Building with a backpack and a small bag.The automatic door opened to both sides, and Yuan Deng walked in while arranging his sleeves, not noticing someone approaching ahead.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yuan Deng?"

Yuan Deng looked up, and a man in an ironed suit stood in front of him with a professional smile on his face.

Yuan Deng: "I am."

The man introduced himself as Yongjipu's assistant, and the boss told him to come down and take Yuan Deng to sit in the office.

Yuan Deng: "Then what is my brother doing now?"

The assistant lowered his head: "The boss is still in a meeting."

This point is still working.Yuan Deng stopped talking and followed him into the elevator.The elevator numbers kept jumping up and up, stopping at the top floor, and the assistant eagerly led him to the office.

Assistant: "What would you like to drink? Is it an Americano?"

Yuan Deng shook his head and said, "I don't drink American style, please give me a glass of boiled water." After a while, the assistant brought him a glass of boiled water.

"Excuse me," Yuan Deng called to the assistant who was about to leave, "Excuse me, how long will the meeting last?"

Assistant: "I'm sorry sir, it may be a while. The boss said that you can sit freely in his office first, and he will come over after the meeting."

Yuan Deng nodded, and the office returned to silence.

He raised his head and looked at the office. The blinds were drawn, folders were neatly piled up in the bookcases, and there were no other items on the desk except for an imminent decoration and a pen holder—it was as simple and clean as his house tidy.

Yuan Deng could almost imagine Yongjipu sitting here reviewing the documents. When he was tired, he squeezed the Jingming acupoint, or looked outside to relax.Thinking of this, Yuan Deng put the bags and small bags on the sofa, strolled to the window, opened the blinds, and let the light from the window penetrate into the heart of this business empire through the gaps in the leaves.

Squint your eyes and look down at the city. Under the setting sun, this huge concrete forest seems to be painted with a layer of shining golden glaze, which makes you feel a heroic spirit of pointing out the mountains and rivers—is this what my brother sees every day? ?

Suddenly there was the sound of the door closing from behind, and a deep and pleasant voice, like knocking on gold and jade: "Little lamp, what are you doing?"

Yuan Deng turned his head and saw Yong Jipu walking towards him, raised his hand to loosen his tie.

He smiled and said, "I'm looking at the scenery you see every day."

Yongjipu quickly glanced downstairs and lowered the blinds: "I don't want to look."

Yuan Deng asked: "Why?"

Yongjipu cherishes words like gold: "Sun."

Right.

Yuan Deng glanced at his cold and pale complexion, secretly thinking that it would look better if he was fair.Watching Yongjipu open the work documents, Yuan Deng watched eagerly from the side, and said, "Brother, do you still have a lot of work?"

Yongjipu looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Deng raised a smiling face: "I want to wait for you to go home from get off work together."

get off work……

Yongjipu looked down at his watch. At 5:23, he would have to leave the company until after 9 pm on weekdays, which was too late for Yuan Deng.

"Why don't you first--" Yongjipu raised his head inadvertently as he said, seeing Yuandeng's wet eyes, like when he was leaning on the railing when he was a child waiting for him to leave school, he paused a little, and said, "Hurry up. "

"Okay!" Yuan Deng obediently moved aside, propping his chin to watch Yongjipu work.When Yongjipu was working, he was extremely focused. People in the office came and went, a document was handed in, and after it was processed quickly, another document was presented on the table.

The sky outside seemed to be getting dark, Yongjipu lowered his eyes to process the documents, half a lock of hair fell on the corner of his forehead, which happened to rest on the side of the red mole on his eyelid, creating a scene of abstinence and seduction for no reason that made people daydream The blank space turns into a seductive abyss.

So Yuan Deng couldn't help but lift up his phone and quietly freeze the moment.When he was admiring it secretly, he suddenly heard Yongjipu calling him.

"Small lights."

"what?"

Yongjipu looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "Why are you so happy?"

Yuan Deng turned off the screen guiltily: "No, I just saw something funny."

"Get ready, get ready to go home." Yongjipu got up, his eyes slid over the waist lamp, and stayed on the bag on the sofa for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "...does the ointment work?"

What, what?

Yuan Deng looked at the small bag beside him, then at Yongjipu, and pushed the small bag behind him with a smile.

Seeing his appearance, Yongjipu frowned: "It's still not working?"

Yuan Deng confessed honestly: "I didn't have time."

Uneasy guy.

Yongjipu immediately sat down on the sofa, patted the seat next to him, and said coldly, "Come here."

"Come here...why?"

"I'll put the ointment on you." Yongjipu pulled Yuan Deng over, "Get down on the ground and lift up your clothes."

"Where does it hurt the most?"

Yuan Deng was lying on the sofa, with his head buried in his arms like an ostrich. Hearing Yongjipu's question, he freed up a finger and pointed at the most painful place: "Here."

There is still residual heat in the summer evening, and the air-conditioning in the room is very strong.I didn't feel cold in my clothes, so I lifted the corner of my clothes, and was blown by the cold wind again, and my skin was immediately aroused with goose bumps.

Itchy.

Yongjipu looked at Yuan Deng lying in front of him, and tore off the package of the ointment, his voice seemed to be mixed with helplessness: "Why are you so big, do you still want me to apply the medicine?"

When I was a child, the yuan lantern was knocked or fell, and I always wiped my tears to find my brother. My face was wrinkled into bun folds, and my eyes were swollen like walnuts.Unexpectedly, after all these years, there is no sign of growing up, and he is still a sloppy ghost.

Yuan Deng muttered in a low voice: "You are responsible for this injury."

"..." Yongjipu stopped talking, and put the ointment on the wound properly.He rubbed his fingertips lightly over the thin flesh on his waist, it was itchy and hot, he scratched the most sensitive nerve, and the residual heat burned all the way to Yuan Deng's face.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, Yuan Deng secretly counted the minutes and seconds in his heart, and finally heard Yong Jipu say: "Okay, get up."

Yuan Deng pulled down the hem of his clothes with relief.After Yongjipu's gaze rested on his waist for a moment, he moved away lightly.

"It's time to go home."

Yuan Deng picked up his schoolbag and small bag: "Go back to West Linshui'an?" West Linshui'an is the Linhu villa area where the Yuan family and Yong's family lived, known for its high price and no market.

Yongjipu opened the car door for him: "Yes."

The night lights spread to the distance, blurring a hazy yellow in the field of vision, and the red tail lights of the car in front added a bit of throbbing to the night.Yuan Deng nestled in the passenger seat, and brought up the question he asked Yongjipu today.

Yongjipu was silent for a moment, and asked, "Why do you want to go?"

Yuan Deng turned his head to look at him, and the other party was concentrating on the road ahead, the scar on his neck became shallower, and his jaw line was clear and smooth—this man is a fighter of self-discipline and restraint, always moving forward, if he can't keep up with his pace, Probably can only be left behind watching his back.

"Because I want to learn something new." I want to become a better person, and I hope that one day I can be by his side like a kapok tree, share the cold wave and wind and thunder with him, and share Liulan and Hongni[1] .

"Then go." He finally turned his face to look at Yuan Deng, and the corners of his eyes seemed to bend, revealing a rare, shallow approval.

Yuan Deng stared at him blankly, and after a while, smiled.

That night, Yuan Deng received a reply from Zhang Jitong: [Okay, then I will pull you into the group.The topic of the audition will come out soon. ]

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[1] Adapted from "To the Oak Tree"

I must be a kapok near you,

Stand with you as the image of the tree.

……

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, thunderbolt;

We share the haze, the haze, and the rainbow.

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What kind of suffering is Carvin! ! !I cried so loudly! !