Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

As soon as Nan Yi dumped the blame, Chen Wenqin immediately became even busier. She was also assigned a personal secretary, so there were three of them. One was responsible for her life, and the two assisted her with her work. In addition to the existing assistant office, there were more than ten People circled around her.

Nan Yi himself has become more leisurely. He only likes watching football and basketball, and he doesn't want to join in the excitement of the Olympic Games. Instead, he feels that the city is noisy. These days, he doesn't like the streets very much, so he stays at home and studies the word wedge.

I have been thinking about it several times, but I still can’t muster up the energy to grit my teeth against American imperialism, and I can’t grasp the angle of entry. I can’t let go of the habit of looking at problems objectively in my mind. I can’t mobilize the subjective emotions of bad-mouthing. I want to write a masterpiece. I can't even begin to do it.

After torturing himself for several days, Nan Yi became determined and determined to find a gunman to polish the "emotional" part for him and delete the objective part.

I made up my mind and started writing immediately. I typed on the keyboard until it started to smoke. I wrote 1982 words in five days, including 174 punctuation marks. After some self-appreciation, I feel deeply that every word is exquisite, and the description is very penetrating. It is a bit humble to evaluate it with a magnificent masterpiece.

In the midst of self-indulgence, I pressed the backspace key and deleted 1982, leaving only the word wedge.

Well, for a few days, nothing was written.

The retreat had no effect at all, so Nanyi was too lazy to retreat. He went to "Ling" to sit in the evening and feel the quieter bar atmosphere.

Leng Yan is still single and still likes to hang out in bars after work.

Ling's customers are still mainly old customers. The trend-setters of the past have become the mainstay of society, and the young elite have become middle-aged elites.

This is the positioning of Ling, a bar where elites gather together.

Occasionally, someone discovers the magic here and comes to hang out, hoping to take the opportunity to join the circle. However, after staying for two or three days, he will find that Ling is not the place he should come. The wine is all good and expensive, and the shabby flowers are also nearby. The bottom line is thousands, not to mention that in order to blend in, one has to pretend to have the same consumption level.

The level of consumption is not a big problem. You can survive for a while no matter how hard you put it. The key is that it is very difficult to integrate. The pretended elite cannot escape from a false word. After a few words, the bottom is revealed.

In Ling, only the good-looking "she" had a successful integration case.

Ling, if it's more kitsch, it can also be called the Million Club. The people here are a group of people with an annual salary of over a million. They are usually a little more knowledgeable than the bosses with an annual income of over a million. After all, their income is determined by others. Yeah, if you don’t have any level, you can’t get it at all.

Entering Leng Yan's private room, Nan Yi said to her: "Is it still the same one?"

Leng Yan replied coldly: "Changed."

Nan Yi sat down next to Leng Yan and poured himself a glass of wine, "Is there more?"

"I'm disappointed. I just bought a big pack of sanitary napkins yesterday."

"Buy a foot pad to absorb the sweat from your feet?"

"The blood will be used to smear your face." Leng Yan said angrily.

Nan Yiba snarled, "You disappoint me so much. Why can't you live a more miserable life? I wanted you to be a negative example and give Hongdou an explanation."

"If you have nothing to talk about, just get out."

Leng Yan was on edge. If Nan Yi dared to speak rudely again, she would pounce on him.

Seeing this, Nan Yi looked ashamed and said in a sincere tone: "I'm sorry for you. Really, it's me who is so outstanding and so radiant. Staying by my side for several years has infinitely raised your standards for good men. I am primarily responsible for your corrupt love history."

Leng Yan glanced at Nan Yi and said sarcastically: "I won't eat from your Nan family now. If you continue to show such bad character, don't blame me for saying unpleasant things."

Nan Yi laughed and said, "Stop bragging. Who in Sijiu City doesn't know that there is Nan Wuye in Erhua? He is so talkative. Let alone you, adding three more will not work."

With another eye roll, Leng Yan ignored Nan Yi, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and pretended to watch TV series.

Nan Yi chuckled lightly and took out his mobile phone to watch "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf". He was about to become a grandfather again, and his parenting knowledge needed to be updated. Recently, he watched two or three episodes of cartoons every day.

The two of them just sat there, staring at their phone screens.

The atmosphere was cold, and it wasn't until Nan Yi finished watching three episodes of the cartoon that Leng Yan's mouth regained its ability to speak.

"I want children."

"If you want it, just give it to your man."

"The doctor said it's very risky for me to have a baby now and it's easy to lose the baby."

Nan Yi put down the phone, turned around and said, "Is it age or is it the uterus?"

"Both."

"What do you mean?" Nan Yi had a bad feeling in his heart.

Leng Yan said calmly: "I heard that Indian legislation allowed commercial surrogacy the year before last. I want to give it a try."

"You're so stylish."

Leng Yan ignored Nan Yi's teasing and asked, "Come with me."

Nan Yi shrank back and said in a trembling voice: "You, you don't want to take advantage of my seeds, do you?"

Leng Yan rolled her eyes, "You have a beautiful idea. I know you have a lot of energy in India. I want to find the best 'mother' for my baby."

Nan Yi was stunned, "This kind of thing can be regarded as a fight or a fight. I can help you, but you don't want me to accompany you there. I have heard some news about this industry. Mumbai is the first to do it. In a uterus factory, the first customer case was to transplant blastocysts into the mother’s uterus, and the grandson was born from the grandmother’s belly, which is against human ethics and is simply playing the piano.”

"You can't accept it?"

"Who has been influenced by Confucius and Mencius and can accept it?"

Leng Yan held Nan Yi's wrist and begged, "Please go with me, I can't find anyone more suitable than you."

"You don't want to go to the seed bank and don't need your man's seeds, do you?"

"yes!"

"Uh..." Nan Yi was stunned for a while and said, "You are nothing compared to me. You can clearly distinguish men according to their functions."

"Those who are close to ink are black."

"Don't be so stupid. I just have to go with you when I have time. Really, if you want to have a baby, why do you have to drag me with you? You have gone through many men over the years, but none of them have come to your heart. ?”

Leng Yan shook her wine glass and said softly: "Each of them can enter my heart, but they will leave quickly, and none of them can settle down."

Nan Yi slumped lazily on the back of the sofa and said in the same lazy tone: "You are too demanding and always want to find a perfect man. There is no perfect man in this world. You just make do with it. If divorce doesn’t have any negative impact and doesn’t have to bear any consequences, how many couples can stay together?”

"It's better to be alone than to be careless. There's nothing wrong with me being like this." Leng Yan raised her glass and touched Nan Yi's glass. "I've seen a lot of men in these years. In comparison, you, a bad guy, can actually be considered a good man."

"Do you need me to thank you for your appreciation?"