The Female Lead Has Disconnected for Eight Years

Eating and chatting, as Yu Zihuan's smile increased, Yu Zhile gradually recovered the feeling of getting along with him in the past, although he still felt that there was something she could not understand in his eyes, and it seemed that he was not very willing to detail Tell her what has changed in the past eight years. However, Yu Zhile blamed it on the child's growing up, and there were always some secrets that he did not want to share. She also had to leave him some private space.

It was more than 9:30 when packing up the chopsticks. Yu Zhile offered to take the task of washing the dishes, but Yu Zi grabbed her clothes and tie out of the kitchen. She grabbed and robbed her, but had to mourn when he was doing the dishes. Leaning on the kitchen door and looking at him, "You will spoil me like this. What if I don't want to do anything in the future?"

"Then don't do it." Yu Zihuan kept moving his hands and returned seriously.

"How does this work? You refuse to take my rent. How can I be so kind in your house."

Yu Zi paused for a moment, looked back at Yu Zhile, and quickly changed the tone of the joke, "Today, you have this kind of treatment because you just came back. Besides, I don’t charge money for rent, I don’t say I don’t collect it in other forms. ."

"Do not charge money, what do you charge?" Yu Zhile looked confused.

Yu Zihuan put the last bowl on the rack to control the water, and wiped his hand with the towel on the hook beside the pool, turned around and walked toward Yu Zhile step by step, his face seemed to be a smile, and the tone was difficult to distinguish between true and false. /Pay."

Yu Zhile was panicked by him, subconsciously backed away, and stopped when she hit the table. She recovered her mind and smiled calmly: "Do housework, do housework, say meat/compensation, this kind of joke can not be Chaotically."

Yu Zihuan looked at her without saying anything, and Yu Zhile continued to say, "This is good, people who don't cook in the future will do the dishes, washing clothes and mopping the floor. How about taking turns?"

Yu Zihuan looked helpless in her eyes, but nodded happily.

Compared with Yu Zihuan's cohabitation life, he changed from a student to a boss, and Yu Zhile changed from a diligent small supermarket temporary worker to a mixed job waiter, and because of the change in the age of the two. There are still many differences in the details of life.

For example, Yu Zhile, who has no pressure, can't get up in the morning. Yu Zihuan usually cooks breakfast, and Yu Zihuan gets into the room to wake up. For example, Yu Zhile usually cannot grab Yu Zihuan when doing housework, almost He was raised as a rice worm that could not eat alone; for example, Yu Zihuan often shook his upper body while washing in the morning and taking a shower at night, and he still preferred to shower in the bathroom outside, often letting Yu Zhile who accidentally hit him. A big red face.

She wanted to talk to Yu Zihuan about the difference between men and women. After all, he was no longer a child, but she didn’t want to tell him too bluntly, so he didn’t have to go up and down in the house naked, because this The house is Yu Zihuan, and she seems to have interfered even with his freedom.

So she gently mentioned to Yu Zihuan, showing strangeness that he had cultivated the habit of not wearing clothes over the years, but Yu Zihuan's eyebrows drooped slightly, showing a little grievous water eyes. Yu Zhile immediately destroyed the city, haha ​​smiled round the field, "I heard that when you are fine, let the body not be constrained by clothing, blowing natural wind will help your health, your new habit is very good, very good." No She said she regretted it afterwards. This is simply talking nonsense with her eyes open.

Forget it, since Yu Zihuan didn't care about being seen by her, what was she embarrassed about? White and tender, thin but not woody, smooth and powerful muscle lines, looking at the tender and juicy meat/body, not looking white or not. Yu Zhile had broken the jar and fell, but sincerely started.

Yu Zhile’s job search has also been ongoing. Yu Zihuan suggested that she can continue to write novels and told her that her editor had expressed many times over the years that she hoped to receive her new manuscript, but Yu Zhile was not very confident. At that time, it took the lead. After so many years, the reader's taste has been cultivated for a long time. I am afraid that my set is not popular now. But how do you know my editor's idea? She has come to the door?"

Yu Zihuan frowned, then said quietly, "Don't you leave the contact information with the editor for me? I logged in to your account and I saw the message left by the editor."

Yu Zhile was very surprised and said without thinking: "When did I leave this kind of thing for you?"

Yu Zihuan couldn't help but also saw surprise and doubt. He took Yu Zhile to the study, opened the locked drawer on the desk, and took out a well-preserved but yellowed paper from it. In addition to the list of how to use the deposit The items and numbers, and the account password that Yu Zihuan said.

Yu Zhile just reacted. Wasn't this the unexpected memo she was writing before 2015?

"This is not for you."

Yu Zihuan blinked a few times quickly, but it was still difficult to suppress the joy on his face. His eyes seemed to be ignited in an instant, as bright as a star, "You mean, this paper was not specially left to me?"

Yu Zhile took the paper and looked at it, and confirmed again, "Yeah, this is the memo written to myself, but I will come back without finishing."

Yu Zihuan lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed at himself, and Yu Zhile glanced at him strangely, "Are you taking the wrong medicine?"

Yu Zihuan smiled enough, raised his head and stared at her, "Yes, I took the wrong medicine, and it was wrong for many years."

Yu Zhile didn't understand what he wanted to express, his neck receded, glanced at him with a squint, raised the paper in his hand and asked, "Is this even more?"

"Yes." Yu Zihuan took the paper and carefully put it back in the drawer. Yu Zhile saw his cherished look. He extended his neck and looked around. He wanted to see what was in the drawer, and found a lot of draft paper. The writing is familiar, and the content is familiar, it is the manuscript of the novel she wrote before.

"It's all waste paper, why do you keep it?"

Yu Zihuan quickly locked the drawer, blocking Yu Zhile's continued prying eyes and jokingly said: "If you become a literary master in the future, these papers are not waste paper."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha." Yu Zhile smiled back to the sky, patting Yu Zihuan's shoulder after smiling, "You think too much."

"Did you not read the comments on the Internet? Many readers have hoped you to continue writing over the years. Don't be so confident."

"Really?" Yu Zhile was very suspicious. Before Yu Zihuan answered, he waved and said, "I won't write it even if it's true. At that time, I just wanted to find something to do, and getting the manuscript fee was a surprise."

And the biggest gain is that Yu Zihuan has left a sum of money so that he will not cut off the source of life too soon after her disappearance. As for now, Yu Zhile has no intention to make a network after another. The buzz of the novel.

Yu Zhile's resume submitted by him also received some interview notices, but it was either a less reliable leather bag company, or he was brushed down after the initial test and retested. On that day, she went to another foreign trade company for an interview. As a result, she saw a familiar face among the three interviewers.

She quickly glanced at Yan Yuanqing, who looked a lot more mature than the last time she saw him. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. He was no longer studentish, and was a little more elegant, sitting at the leftmost position, It seemed a little absent-minded to look at the movement and turn the pen in his hand.

However, Yu Zhile certainly did not dare to show his acquaintance.

For those who had seen her eight years ago, she should be about thirty years old now, rather than a fresh graduate, if you recognize Yan Yuanqing and get in trouble.

"Ms. Yu Zhile, please tell me why you applied for this position. What are your strengths?"

When Yan Yuanqing heard the name of the colleague in the middle shouting his name, he fell asleep to Yu Zhile on the opposite side, but his focus was not her answer. He frowned at Yu Zhile for a long time, then looked down Studying the resume in front of me reveals a puzzled and interesting expression at the end.

Yu Zhile did not squint, only to meet with him, and to concentrate on answering the questions of the other two interviewers. In the recent series of interviews, she has had sufficient experience and preparation for various routine questions. After she answered, the two interviewers exchanged their eyes, nodded, and then consulted Yan Yuanqing with her eyes. Of course, Yan Yuanqing did not. The objection was expressed, so Yu Zhile received the notice of the second round of interview a few days later.

The night before going to the re-examination, Yu Zhile was a little anxious. She circled around in the living room. Yu Zihuan sat on the sofa to deal with official duties. She didn’t think she was dizzy.

"You said that I wouldn't be defeated again?" Yu Zhile was so dizzy that she tilted on the sofa and lay beside Yu Zihuan's legs.

If there was no previous experience of being eliminated, Yu Zhile might not have been so nervous, but she always played abnormally in the retest, making her a little nervous.

Yu Zihuan stopped the job at hand and bowed his head to comfort: "Don't be so nervous, you must be fine to play normally."

Yu Zhile's eyes rolled up, and some were not embarrassed to say: "Actually, I may be able to walk through the back door this time, but it may be a little troublesome, and it is always invincible."

Yu Zihuan was unclear, so she looked at her with puzzled eyes.

Yu Zhile sat back and said mysteriously, "Guess who is among the people interviewing me this time?"

She has always loved to play guessing games, and Yu Zihuan couldn't help but bend her eyebrows and asked, "Who is there?"

"Yan Yuanqing. What happened?"

Yu Zihuan's smile did not change, and his eyes narrowed even more, concealing his slightly deep expression, "That's a coincidence."

He was also considering opening the back door, but he opened the door to wipe out Yu Zhile, and then arranged to work in another company.