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Because of loneliness, I just find someone casually.After the boss settled down, Zhao Yi became more and more lazy, especially in her private life, she completely gave up the idea of ​​finding another girlfriend.She always thought, why bother to look for it?Knowing that most of the sharks swimming around in the fish pond are uneasy and well-intentioned, she is not a shark, but a type of moray eel—although she looks vicious, waiting in the crevices of her rocks is also a strategy , not to mention that the stone crevice is really comfortable at the moment.

A limited number of friends once tried to introduce her to her, and she said it was not my cup of tea after only a few words. The friend asked what kind of tea do you like?The types of her previous relationships were too complicated for people to sum up by themselves.She thought for a while, and said, "Be quiet." The friend almost rolled her eyes angrily, "Be quiet, you are the most suitable for raising fish! Cats are even meowing!" Zhao Yi's headquarters is an idiot, but he is good at using The idiot-like appearance hides her sharpness, and she said: "Yes, it's okay to like cats." My friend really rolled her eyes: "Now everyone likes cats." "But," "But?" "But not everyone likes to be dazed."

At that time, Zhao Yi had just adopted a stray raccoon cat. The thin and shy little girl seemed a little silly, so she was named Daidai.Now, a year and a half later, Daidai has grown up and gained weight, and he is still the same Daidai.She showed Tang Wei the dumb photo, and Tang Wei said it was cute after seeing it. "Too fat." "Not fat, not fat, I've seen fatter ones." Tang Wei said, with a serious look, not at all polite. "Aren't cats active at night, don't you worry about leaving it at home?"

So she brought Daidai over tonight.Tang Wei was very happy to see Daidai, and hugged Daidai in his arms and stroked him. Daidai was gentle, and it was not the first time he came to the store. "It's so obedient. Hug it casually." Tang Wei said.Zhao Yi smiled and thought, the bartender guy doesn't like Dumb very much.

She knows that she has slightly higher standards for choosing a mate.Look better, be quieter, be smarter, have temperament, and have a bit of aesthetic taste. It is best for the two of you to be consistent. You like Dazhao, and you also like Dazhao.She knows that this standard seems to come from an inexperienced child, but she really doesn't want to get out of the singles. She enjoys being single very much. She just wants to be happy with the situation.

"Go and play, you don't like it when I hug you all the time." Tang Wei said to Daidai, and carefully put Daidai on the ground, the silly elder sister - Zhao Yi called Daidai in her heart - ran away in a hurry, I guess I went to eat. "Cats are such independent animals. It's a pleasure to get a little attention from them." Tang Wei said, and then ordered a cup of coffee to Zhao Yi.

Yes, she kind of likes Tang Wei's type.I can't say exactly where, but the aesthetics are similar. Yes, they have already talked about their favorite writers, painters, musicians, and even some designers they both know a little bit.Liking the same thing is one part of validation, hating the same thing is another.Together, they confirmed the annoying current things, such as hating "traffic" and "IP", and they all wanted to stay away as much as possible.Tang Wei talked about the thing that he didn't like that forced the author, and he spread his hands and said: "I don't think serious literature is necessary, and it is true that not everyone is like Dostoevsky or likes Dostoevsky. Toyevsky, but it can't be deviated to the point of being completely meaningless. Aren't hollow buns disgusting?"

Zhao Yi laughed out loud.

She likes Tang Wei's bookish manner.Since she fully understood that she has no yearning for prosperity. "Your place," Tang Wei said, taking the coffee she had arrived, "actually, it feels like a hermit in the city." "Huh? Why?" "Because of you. What kind of person opens what kind of shop , just like what kind of person writes any book. Even an arty person needs a little confidence and self-restraint, and he can’t pretend." Zhao Yi smiled, "Then I will accept your compliment." "Oh," Tang Wei looked at Glancing at Zhao Yi's cup, he judged by sight and smell that Zhao Yi was also drinking coffee. "Isn't it bad to keep pulling you up all night like this?"

By the way, Zhao Yi also likes her childish, innocent childishness that pops up occasionally.

"Don't be afraid, this is also my routine. Even if the store closes early, I will read a book for a while when I get home before going to bed."

That night, Zhao Yi was holding a copy of "Love in the Time of Cholera" and sat across from Tang Wei. She was reading while Tang Wei was working.Tang Wei always dealt with matters related to Zhang Zimo's photo collection first, and then proofread Wei Yang's manuscript.Wei Yang's new book made her very enlightened. She felt that she had a lot to say—but she could never express it in writing, for some reason.She wanted to find someone to talk to, but when she looked around, there was only Zhao Yi.

"Boss Zhao," Zhao Yi corrected her a few times, but Tang Wei still insisted on calling her that, and Zhao Yi tolerated her, not knowing that Tang Wei liked this kind of little tolerance, "Huh?" What?" Zhao Yi put down the book in her hand, as if she was happy to be interrupted while reading, "Are you asking three philosophical questions?" "No, I don't ask where I went, I just ask something like ' Who am I?" Questions like this. I know where I came from and where I'm going." "Where did I come from?" "Born and died." Zhao Yi laughed heartily when she heard this, and her hearty laughter echoed in the empty non-smoking area Resounding, Tang Wei didn't think it was funny at first, but she also laughed, and felt that what she said was a little shrewd, "What are you doing, um... There are quite a lot of answers, you can use the one you like, it's an easy answer Question." Zhao Yi closed the book, put it on the table and picked up her own coffee, "It's good to have no standard answer, but it's not good to have too many choices."

Now that no one is sending her emails, Tang Wei wants to have a good chat with Zhao Yi.

"Don't people say that choice phobia is all because of lack of money? I don't think so." Zhao Yi said, "Why?" , Finally, see if you like it or not, it’s over." "Then you want a lot of money?" "Zuckerberg that much?" "Yes, buy three or four houses around in one go to prevent peeping so much." "Then I I will still consider this issue. No one has an unlimited budget, and I still insist on pragmatism when buying things. If it were Zuckerberg, it would be no problem to buy an oil field with all his wealth, but why do you buy it?" "So you think , Is pragmatism the most important thing in life?" Tang Wei unknowingly raised her chin, put her elbows on her knees, bent her waist, and spoke and gestured like a reporter. I'm happy." After Zhao Yi finished speaking, she did not rush to explain, she took out her mobile phone to remotely control the stereo in the store to play Billie Holiday's song, "For example, I saw an electric kettle made in Italy two days ago. It is quite expensive, but of course it is very beautiful. Everything You can find anything related to coffee. I have to consider whether to buy it, after all, it is a practical thing. But I want to buy their Bolo rope, I don’t care, the most important thing is to look good. Not too much, I am happy!"

After listening to her, Tang Wei unconsciously looked at the one she was wearing now.However, Zhao Yi's neckline was low today, and she always felt that her eyes were indecent.

Zhao Yi didn't move, she felt a little happy in her heart.

"But having said that," Tang Wei is still rational, and of course more stubborn, "What if there is nothing I would like to choose, but only a bunch of practical considerations?" "For example?" Zhao Yixin said that you haven't reached that point yet, right? "Such as whether to buy a house, whether to strive to achieve some quantifiable success in career, etc." Zhao Yi rolled her eyes, "Is this a question related to your KPI?" Tang Wei shook his head, "Well, think about it, who counts your life as a KPI, if this measurement method can be applied to the level of life." Tang Wei was about to say, Zhao Yi immediately added, as if just to maintain the rhythm of the speech: " No one, except yourself. What age is this? Your job was found by yourself, without assignment, and no one has the right to restrict you from changing jobs or taking a gap year. Do you want to support the elderly?" Tang Wei shook his head, "More No small, why not rush to buy a house? What problems can real estate solve for you, except increasing debt? Not to mention whether it is a good loan. Aren’t other problems the same? Promotion and salary increase, earn more money, put more Investing a lot of money in other places, wandering in the fantasy created by different businesses, the mind still has nowhere to rest, so what if you buy a house and get promoted? Is your problem a house, a car or money? Your problem is you I don't know what kind of life you want."

Tang Wei remained silent, Zhao Yi looked at her eyes and couldn't tell whether she agreed or disagreed.After a long time, she tentatively said something sharp: "After reading so many books, I think you understand this truth," "But books come from the heart, and so do other things." Tang Wei didn't think about it. After saying this, it seemed a little relieved.

Zhao Yi was slightly surprised, stunned for a while, and said in a calm tone: "You, it's just clouds covering your eyes. You may need to stop and think about it." Tang Wei smiled wryly and sighed, "Why stop, look at me like this." "Take an annual leave Oh. You say that you are going to be exhausted after staying up all night, but I don’t believe it. A leader who can allow you to miss work will not allow you to take annual leave. Actually, it’s kind of funny when you think about it, don’t you think?” Tang Wei didn’t know So, asking what is ridiculous, Zhao Yi said: "People are yearning to jump out of the fence surrounded by the cruel reality, and you are not in it."