Times of Our Lives

Chapter 39

Qi Fei finally left the ranks of single dogs when he was about to graduate from his senior year. The most common thing he did every day was to brush pictures of his girlfriend in the WeChat group.

Gu Meiyan, Qi Fei's girlfriend, a freshman and a young beauty, in Zhuo Xiaoyuan's words, all the good cabbages have been swallowed by pigs.

"Brother, this is my personal charm." Qi Fei's De Sejin can feel across the phone screen: "You mortals do not understand."

Ji Qinyang teased him: "Don't you want to run for four years in love with this little beauty?"

Qi Fei: "Eight years of the Anti-Japanese War have come down. Four years is a fart!"

Zhang Lianban: "I and Rourou's seven years of itching have passed, you are such a fart!"

Qi Fei: "Then send photos, send photos, send photos, send photos!"

Professor Xie Menghe talked about the internship recommendation book. He did not plan to study in the graduate school any more.

"There was a place for you," the instructor regretted. "Really don't think about it?"

Xie Meng: "I think the school motto of the National People's Congress is more suitable for me than Baoyan."

The mentor froze, and then laughed: "Practical ... it's not bad." He patted Xie Meng on the shoulder: "Go ahead, young man."

Xie Meng Gang got a phone call from the office. The boy's voice was very low at the end of the phone: "I decided to like Qi mother ..."

Xie Meng took a moment to help but comfort him: "Qi Fei is of course happy to have a girlfriend, aren't you also tender?"

"Don't mention softness," Zhang Zhang said dumbly, "Rourou doesn't want to see me."

Xie Meng frowned: "What's wrong?"

After a while, Zhang Gang said, "I'll be off after work. Let's drink!"

Last month, he went to Xinhua News Agency for an internship. The specific Xie Meng did not ask. He was too busy at the bank himself. He had to start from the most basic counter. He would wait for a chartered car before 7 am Open the door.

Ji Qinyang's band is gradually on the right track. Every month there are large-scale concerts. Many entertainment companies want to sign them out, but Ji Qinyang has big ambitions and just wants to be a music studio.

"Yimi is really amazing." Zhang Lianban sighed.

He and Xie Mengyue were in a simple restaurant in Wudaokou. They asked for two bottles of beer, and there were many foreigners of different skin colors sitting around. Han Dong had teased: "Wudaokou is like the United Nations, the center of the world, Beijing is So amazing, it's as if you never belonged here and you always belonged here. "

Xie Meng took a sip of wine. The performance during the bank internship period was very important. He wanted to stay until he was normal. He was so busy that he didn't have time for Ji Qinyang.

Zhang Bar sighed again and muttered, "I didn't want to read before, but now I think it's better to read."

Xie Meng smiled: "What to say."

Zhang Langbang: "I want to go back to high school to do math problems."

The wine in Xie Meng's mouth almost spurted out.

"After working, I'm busy becoming a dog." Zhang Lianban said depressedly. "Rourou won't meet with me until she graduates. I don't know what she's thinking."

Xie Meng wiped her mouth: "How about Han Dong, have you asked him?"

Zhang Lianbang: "Isn't he also very busy ... into the move? Obviously, the young master can inherit the family business, but refuses to return to Suzhou. He is also a weirdo."

Xie Meng didn't know what to say, so he encouraged him to reach out and rub his shoulders.

"Stop saying me." Zhang Lianbo opened another bottle of wine: "How about you? How about a bank internship?"

Xie Meng: "I will take an internship next month to take charge of the loan."

Zhang Bar: "Oh, if only you could stay, but you should be fine."

Xie Meng shook his head: "Not necessarily, run the real estate, talk to the open, drink and entertain." He smiled: "It is also the rhythm of being a dog."

Zhang Langbang: "Still with Yimei live?"

"Yeah." Xie Mengjiacai's chopsticks stopped. He looked at Zhang Lian's face and said suddenly, "I've been with him very early."

"?" Zhang Lianban was inexplicable: "I know, didn't you move out and live together before your sophomore year? Say he earns more money, how do you calculate the rent?"

Xie Meng had a sense of powerlessness in asking Cang Tian, ​​and he didn't know how to say it, but could only explain again: "We meant that we were together very early, literally, and I am a pair."

"What ?!" It was close to the roadside, and it was the rush hour again. There were many cars outside and noisy. I didn't hear clearly and asked again: "What and what pair ?!"

Xie Meng took a deep breath, and he yelled in Zhang Lian's ear: "I and Ji Qinyang are a pair of lovers! We have been together for almost seven years!"

All foreigners around were quiet and looked at the two of them.

Xie Meng calmed himself after drinking, he shrugged: "They don't understand anyway ... do you understand?"

Zhang Lianban has been digesting the shocking question, "Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang are lovers," he asked a lot, and Xie Meng did not hide it.

"So Uncle Han knows this?" Zhang Lianban asked finally.

Xie Meng held the bottle and nodded while drinking.

"..." Zhang Gang grabbed his hair and muttered, "Why am I so stupid ..."

Xie Meng couldn't help laughing and crying: "Where's stupid, you're just a bit slow."

Zhang Lianban: "... who else knows?"

Xie Meng thought for a while: "I mentioned it to you, and he should know that baby bear director."

"Oh ..." Zhang Gangbo recalled: "Half a companion."

Xie Meng: "Which half-way colleague, is it better to interlace like a mountain?" He turned out the baby bear's Weibo and found that the other party has been intern in the crew these days. Recently, he took a selfie and dressed like a migrant worker. It's a ladder.

Zhang Gangbo sighed, "It's quite hard to be a director ...

"Nothing hard now." Xie Meng found Zhuo Xiaoyuan's WeChat photo albums, all of which were photos of poor mountain ditches. Zhuo Xiaoyuan rarely entered the country, and most of them were smiling faces.

Zhang Gang turned his head and looked at him for a while, both of them were a little silent.

"It feels like everyone is different." Zhang Lianban squinted. "How do you say that, time is a pig killer?"

Xie Meng chuckled: "It's always good to have changes. The future is moving. We are changing. Cherish that there is nothing wrong with the present."

Zhang Gang didn't speak, and he sighed for a while: "I applied for overseas stationing, and if I stay after the internship, I will probably go to the field as a reporter."

She Mengna's bottle was in the middle of her hands, and she was astonished with a stunned expression on her face: "What do you say you want to be?"

"A reporter in the battlefield," Zhang Lianban slowly said, "So if I don't see Rourou again, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it again."

Beijing in May is a good time to travel. You can watch the flowers and enjoy the wind. In the evening, there are more than double the number of people in the subway. Zhang Bar stands firmly against the carriage, and her face is printed in the window.

When the phone rang, Zhang Gang didn't respond for a long time, and he picked it up and found it was Han Donghan.

"I heard Xie Meng say that you are going to be a reporter in the battlefield?" Han Dong went straight to the subject and sneered: "Are you out of your mind?"

Zhang Gang stunned, he was uncomfortable because of the tenderness, coupled with drinking, his brain burned instantly: "Where do I want you to control? I have to agree to what I do. ? "

Han Dong seemed to be outside, too noisy, but his voice seemed to be very calm: "You just walk like this and go, it's still a dangerous place, and the mood of others doesn't matter? What is Rourou?"

When talking about Rou Rou, Zhang Lian quieted down. He looked at his expression reflected in the window of the car and said for a long time: "Han Dong, I ask you, what is the relationship between Rou Ro and you?"

Han Dong froze: "What's the relationship."

Zhang Langbang: "From high school to college, almost all my intersection with her passed you, what she did, what she thought, it was you who told me, why did you know, why didn't you let me see her?"

Han Dong: "..."

"Is she your girlfriend?" Zhang Lianbu's voice trembled. "Or do you like her ..."

"No!" Han Dong interrupted suddenly, he gasped, and repeated several times: "Not what you think."

"What's that ?!" Zhang Lenglou said loudly, but many people in the subway looked at him, but Zhang Lengfu couldn't control that much. His lungs were filled with hot oil and water. Tell me, what do you want? "

The name of the station was announced on the radio in the subway. Zhang Lianban slowly came out with the flow of people. The crowd around was busy. On the phone, Han Dong's voice seemed to come from a long distance.

Han Dong: "Nothing soft."

Zhang Lianban: "... What do you mean?"

"No tenderness," Han Dong whispered, "without this person, do you understand?"

Yang Yin ’s sight-singing ear training room was late, and there were still people. Ji Qinyang and Wen Tao discussed several rhythms of chorus. The mobile phone set aside vibrated. Qian Mo saw the caller ID “Xie Meng” two In a word, the screensaver is a photo of two teenagers in the snow.

Qi Fei took Gu Meiyan to stroll around the Xiangmen in Suzhou; Zhuo Xiaoyuan was sitting in a fenced yard with only mud and mud, and the house owner Grandma took out two nests and forced them into his hands.

Zhang Bangbang listened to Han Dong's voice in his ear.

"There is no such person in the world."

"..."

"No tenderness, only me."

"..."

"I'm soft."

Ji Qinyang discovered Xie Meng's call half an hour later. He called back and the other party answered it shortly after.

"I was busy just now," Ji Qinyang whispered, "You're home?"

Xie Meng: "I guessed you were busy, didn't go home and brought you supper."

"You wait." Ji Qinyang walked to the window and saw Xie Meng downstairs. The other person looked up and saw him lift the bag in his hand.

Wen Tao's group was just hungry. Xie Meng was warmly welcomed when he came up. Only Qian Mo was sitting next to him with a smile on his face.

"Mo Mo brother loves beauty." Biscuit cheerfully said: "Do not eat at night, lose weight."

Qian Mo glanced at him.

Ji Qinyang saw that everyone had eaten and did not plan to stay: "I'll go first."

Wen Tao nodded while eating, Qian Mo stopped him: "The chorus is done? Don't you listen to me sing?"

"No need." Ji Qinyang said indifferently: "Wen Tao listens to you singing the same."

Wen Tao quickly swallowed the contents of his mouth: "Leave it to me!"

Qian Mo: "..."

When walking to the school gate, Xie Meng's trousers were messed up. Ji Qinyang squatted down to arrange for him. Xie Meng looked down at him and asked suddenly, "What's going on with that money mo?"

Ji Qinyang turned his face and raised an eyebrow: "How long have you noticed?"

Xie Meng shook his feet: "You still blame me for being late?"

Ji Qinyang laughed. He was obviously in a good mood. He hummed and whispered Xie Meng: "It's rare to see you jealous. I'm very happy, but who is Qian Mo? I'm not familiar."

Xie Meng watched him silent, and suddenly raised his palm to slap to the other side. Ji Qinyang avoided the key and wanted to grab, but Xie Meng held his wrist around and was worthy of capture.

"There is a step backwards." Xie Meng touched Ji Qinyang's face: "Dare to derail, you will be abolished."

Ji Qinyang laughed so tightly that he couldn't close his lips and hugged Xie Mengmeng for a few kisses.

Han Dong completely lost the news after the phone call. The other party seemed to avoid him deliberately. The WeChat group also retired. The phones were all blacked out. The world evaporates completely. He went to the other party's place where he worked. The school was also blocked, and in the end all got nothing.

Xie Meng saw Han Dong looking at the door with a look of tiredness, but he couldn't bear it.

"Don't you check the mailbox?" Xie Meng opened his usual mailbox. Zhang Lianban sent an email to him a week ago. The content was only a few lines. It was to explain some things at home. At the end, he also attached a picture. A mosaic of internal assignments.

Han Dong looked several times, and his eyes turned red when he closed the face.

"I'll go back and see." He wiped his face and lowered his head, afraid to look at Xie Meng: "Thank you."

Xie Meng sighed: "Look at me."

Han Dong hesitated, but couldn't control his login to his mailbox. Sure enough, there was an unread e-mail. He took a deep breath and shook his hand and opened it.

At the top are all the photos taken by Zhang Bangbang. He took out all the parts of Han Dong's album about Han Dong. There were one or two hundred, and he didn't know how long it had been uploaded.

Zhang Liao left a line under these photos.

Affection is a tragedy that will surely be read.