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Struggling to survive a traffic flow that blared piccolos, a man and a woman got out of the gray-green taxi. Liucheng in the dusk was like a circuit board that had just finished running at high speed, still suffocating with the heat steaming from the ground .

The woman was still wearing the blue and black suit she hadn't changed at work. She affectionately held the man's arm, and quickly followed the man's pace. The work card hanging around her neck flickered.

The woman stepped forward and opened the glass door, and the two entered a restaurant near the river. Even though it was a weekday, this restaurant was still extremely popular, and the entire outer corridor was filled with people queuing at the door to get a number.

The man helped her open the seat, and she threw herself into the leather velvet seat, looked at the congested traffic on Binjiang Avenue, and let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the director didn't have any comments on the plan today. The action was quick, and the reservation made by this restaurant a month ago was not wasted."

"Hmm." The man on the opposite side thought he had been bored in the car for a long time, so he pulled his tie and looked sleepy.

"What do you want to eat?" The woman leaned forward to him.

"Uh, whatever."

"Okay," she opened the menu as she spoke, and said enthusiastically, "I want fruit salad, foie gras for the main course, and soup..."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter quickly finished recording on the tablet, then turned around and went to the next table to serve.

"Wait a minute, have a can of cold beer." The man suddenly half-raised his hand and said.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and the woman whispered: "Husband, drinking beer in this place doesn't seem very good, why don't you change it to something else."

"Really?" The man frowned, "Forget it, no more. You go."

First, there was a piercing sound of opening the bottle of champagne, and as soon as the frothed wine was served in the clean and clear cup, the rest of the dishes were rushed to take over one by one.The woman took a sip of the thick soup from the white porcelain flat-bottomed soup bowl, and then babbled about what she had seen and heard at work today, and said that the director who blamed her for everything had shown mercy today and had no objections.The man frowned slightly, gently placed the main kitchen knife on the empty plate at hand, glanced at the gradually gloomy vault, and listened to each other.

After an hour, the coffee was served. The man stirred the silver spoon, took a sip, and finally couldn't help it: "No matter what day you are, you don't need to waste money and time in such a restaurant."

"Huh? Is that right? Didn't you eat much? I think it's okay. Maybe the kitchen is too busy today and the heat is not well controlled." The woman looked up at the man slightly, trying to ease his dissatisfaction.

"It's not good, it's not good. It has nothing to do with whether the business is busy or not. Food without quality is not worth tasting by diners." The man threw away the napkin, leaned on the back of the chair with his chest folded, and his heart and stomach were overwhelmed by the tasteless things. Filled.

"We haven't finished eating some dishes, why don't we pack them up and I'll go back to work and make them for you?" He said, "The waiter—"

The petite waiter hurried over and asked, "Sir, do you need anything?"

The man glanced at her and said, "It's okay, please pay the bill."

The waiter ran to the front desk to pick up the order, but the woman couldn't stop her, with a disappointed face on her face: "Today is our 300-day anniversary, you just ate this, and your stomach was still empty, so you went back in traffic, isn't it good?" .”

"It's okay, I'll go back and eat whatever I want."

Walking through the dark corridor, turning on a small dim light in the entrance, the woman took off her coat and went to work in the kitchen, while the man slumped on the old sofa and lit a cigarette.

Not long after, the woman brought out two bowls of noodles, put them on the tea table, turned to turn on the TV, tuned to a popular soap opera, and then noticed the slight smell of alcohol from the people around her: "Are you going down to buy cold beer again? "

"Yeah." The man put the wine jar on the coffee table, and his eyes fell on the TV screen casually.

Seeing that he didn't pick up the bowl, the woman could only say, "Shu Li, let's have some noodles, drinking beer will hurt your stomach."

The man nodded, as if realizing something: "It's been another year, isn't it?" Seeing her aggrieved face again, he felt a little unbearable, stretched out his arms to embrace her, and said in a low voice: "Let's watch the show. "

When the TV series ended and the advertisement started, the man leaned back on the sofa, and his eyes became brighter.The woman was hugged all the time, and her heart jumped up. Thinking of the plot in the TV series, she said coquettishly: "Husband, tell me, have you done anything crazy for me?"

He smiled slightly: "I decided to marry you the first time I saw you, isn't it crazy enough?"

The woman nodded first, lay in his arms, and pouted again: "Then did you do anything crazy for your ex?"

The man touched her head: "I'm about to get married, what are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm just curious to know."

"Well, it's probably in the university. I sang a song all night downstairs in that female dormitory, and fired all the girls in the building so that they couldn't sleep."

"Is there any more?"

"Ugh, got drunk and climbed up the school's honor wall, wrote myself and another name on top, and ended up getting a major demerit."

"It's what boys do when they are boys." She frowned.

The man suddenly took a sip of his cigarette: "Does this count? For someone's birthday, I made noodles and bought a plane ticket and delivered it to him while it was still hot." The milky white smoke rose from his fingertips, covering his fall into memories Lost mind.

"Wow, husband, you can cook, I didn't know." The woman's tone became a little sour, and she shook his arm and said, "No, husband, I want you to come all the way down to me to eat. .”

The man seemed to be awakened, and the originally scattered and lingering threads suddenly tightened and locked his heart. He suddenly shouted angrily: "What are you? You deserve it?"

The voice echoed in the small room, the woman suddenly stiffened, stood up, staggered out of the living room, saw a door in front of her, immediately grabbed the handle and walked through it, she didn't realize it was her own house until she saw the mirror in front of her toilet.

The man stubbed out the cigarette butt on the mahogany coffee table with peeling paint. After a while, he saw her come out, leaned over and took away a cartoon blanket hanging from the armrest of the sofa, and a slightly bloated suitcase lay behind her.

The woman rolled up the blanket and stuffed it into the box. She knelt down and tried to zip it up, but she couldn't pull it because the box was too full.

He looked a little embarrassed, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to help hold down the trunk lid.

"Don't come here." She lowered her head and stopped, "Don't come here, unless you want to see me cry in front of you."

He felt a sharp sting, like a crack in a dike suddenly burst, and then a flood of emotions rushed over him.He stopped, lit another cigarette, watched her fail to pull the zipper to the end, and then erected the box, and finally couldn't be sure that the person had said something similar.

The other party finally raised his head and said: "The rent is due in one week, you have to remember to pay it yourself. The water, electricity and internet bills for half a month are included in the rent I paid at the beginning of the month. You don't need to worry about my parents. I will make it clear, and I will trouble you to explain it yourself."

She put on her coat, pulled the suitcase and walked to the door, as if there was one last obstacle blocking the way, she said: "Drink less cold beer and smoke less."

Zhong Shuli looked at the quietly closed door behind her, and finally he could not stand on the wall. He knew that some of her friends had gone on a trip, and she had nowhere to go. He also knew that she had no money at hand. Maybe he It's not like a friend to change your mouth immediately.But at the moment, he is really disturbed, looking at the "tuk-tuk" walking pointer on the wall, hanging down the hand holding the cigarette, feeling in a trance that his life is just like this cigarette, only long ashes are left and it is almost impossible to hold it. live at the end.

The woman walked to the road tens of meters from the unit building, and finally couldn't help crying. Her heart, which had been paralyzed for more than ten minutes, couldn't help shaking at this moment, as if she wanted to wring out all the water in her body.

There were many cars passing by the side of the road, and it was still late, no one would care about the crying of a stranger.A black car passed beside her, and after a while, the car backed up slowly.

She has been crying for more than half an hour, and finally she can distract herself to see the surrounding situation. The car is parked beside her, and the window is slowly lowered. She thinks that the owner of the car was frightened by herself. She cried intermittently: "Hold, I'm sorry, I'm fine, you go on."

"Liang Jing?" After the car window was rolled down, there was a fair face with slightly gathered brows between the gold-rimmed glasses.

"Boss, director, why are you here?" Liang Jing was too scared to cry.

The owner of the car took a look at her messy makeup and the luggage she was sitting on, and explained: "I just came back from a drive on Binjiang Avenue, and I happened to pass by here. Do you live near here?"

Liang Jing quickly wiped her tears and nodded, trying to persuade the director to leave.

"Get in the car."

"Ok?"

The other party sighed lightly: "After get off work, I have no problem with whatever you do. But you can't still wear the company's work card and sit on the road and cry."

Liang Jing touched it, only to find that the work permit was still hanging around her neck, but it had been soaked with tears.The director had already got out of the car and moved her luggage to the back seat.

There were leather seats in the car, so she didn't dare to act rashly, and the pain in her heart hadn't been washed away, so she had to hold back and blow her nose with a tissue.

After driving for 10 minutes, the man asked, "Where are you going?"

She froze for a moment, thought about her possible destination for a long time, shook her head, and said, "Director, Ma, please drive to the nearest hotel, me, I'll just come down."

"Is there enough money?"

She flipped through her deflated wallet, feeling even more frustrated. Just as she was about to try to borrow some money, the other party said: "I have to go to work tomorrow, and the project has only just started. Don't let anyone fall behind." Then she raised her hand and glanced at her watch: " 09:30, it’s still early, Xiao Zhang from the HR department should not be off work yet. If you don’t mind, the company’s staff dormitory should still have room. It's not a shame."

Liang Jing licked her lips. The director is notoriously impartial. He even dared to challenge the client, even the capitalists in the old society.She said: "Director, can you, can you deduct the dormitory fee from my salary next month, I, I still need money this month."

The man nodded: "The logistics department has its own regulations, you can coordinate with them when the time comes."

He parked the car next to a convenience store, got out of the car and came back with a bag of things, and threw a pack of ice packs and a moisturizer to her: "Before entering the company, take off your makeup and don't provoke gossip."

Liang Jing was a little grateful, took out the mirror and was taken aback by herself, and hurriedly wiped off her makeup.

Seeing that she had finished packing, the man turned the key and started the car. Liang Jing looked at his thin profile and said cautiously, "Director, can you tell me your Alipay or WeChat ID, please? That's for shopping. Money, I'll transfer it to you."

The man held the steering wheel, rubbed the dense particles on it, and said with a half-smile: "Could it be that in your eyes, I have sucked the marrow and knocked the bone to such an extent?"

When the car was only one stop away from the company, Liang Jing rushed to ask: "Mr. Lu, what do you need to do when you go back to the company?"

"fine."

"Then you pull over and let me get down. If someone sees you at the entrance of the company, the impact will not be good."

The man nodded slightly: "Then I'll call Xiao Zhang and ask her to arrange a place for you tonight."

Liang Jing got out of the car, took the luggage in his hand, bowed and said, "Thank you director tonight."

When he got into the car, seeing the other party still standing there watching him off, he said, "If you can't sleep at night, remember to add the customer positioning in the day plan."

Liang Jing: "..."

Lu Shijun drove back home, put a bag of cold beer in the convenience bag into the refrigerator one by one, kept one can, pulled off the pull tab, walked to the balcony and started drinking.

The phone vibrated, he unlocked it and turned it on. It was a birthday greeting email sent to him by his mailbox, he deleted it casually, opened the app again, and turned on all the lights and TVs.He threw the phone on the sofa, and the silver-gray fuselage sank into the soft blanket of the sofa without making a sound. The sound of people and music spread from the living room to the breezy balcony.

It's been a year, and it's May 5rd again. It's like standing on a beach with surging waves, the quicksand on the bottom of your feet hastily passed away, but you still stay at the original point.

The author has something to say:

It seems to be the opening chapter of an urban Mary Su, but it is not the case.