love is perfect

In the evening, the school bus will take the teacher to the airport together, Yu Luo decides to go to Xu Wen's place first during the lunch break.

When stuck in traffic, he opened the Subway he bought and took a few bites of chicken teriyaki wraps.

Not very tasty, he opened a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.He opened the car window to change out the smell of fast food. He frowned and took another pack of cigarettes from the console.

Xu Wen is very satisfied with this consultation.

Yu Luo obviously relaxed a lot, even though it could be seen that he was very tired because of work.

"We can play, the weather over there is warmer earlier than here." Yu Luo stared at his fingers. "My liberal arts grades were not good, so he asked me to read more books."

"Who is he?"

"……Deskmate."

"Sometimes, a girl comes to give him chocolates, and we share them." He lowered his head and smiled. "However, my Chinese was not very good. Fortunately, I studied science later."

The strong sunlight deflected a little, the watch pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Luo stood up.

Xu Wen sent him out, nodding his head as farewell.

There was no traffic jam on the way back, so he bought a cup of coffee by the way.

While driving, he played a very light song.In the pleasant melody, last night's dream flashed inappropriately.

It's a dream, more like some broken memories.Unlike the youthful memories I told Xu Wen before, these stories are probably much bleaker when told.

Even its owner hasn't shaken off the dust on it for a long time.

A very hard slap should hurt.

Yu Luo couldn't be sure, after all, the slap didn't land on her own face.The reason for this feeling is probably that the memory will be lavished if it is left in the corner for too long, which makes people feel sad.Or it might just be because this slap was done by himself.

His fingers were on the steering wheel without any force, and his fingers were slightly curled up.

"I was founded on the ground by the mountain at valder. fields and was sal most dry..." The male voice was still very light, dancing in the car with the notes of the guitar.

Only people like Huo Yang would believe that other people have difficulties for no reason, and would wait for you to speak after many years without asking or telling.

His heart suddenly hurt.

"You're tired." After Qin Liang arrived, he took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator in the office, and took out another can and shook it at Huo Yang.

Huo Yang rubbed his stomach, which was not feeling well after eating the salad, and waved his hand at him, "It's okay, this job is too much work, you might as well ask me to oversee the work."

"You are the boss, not the contractor." Qin Liang put the can of Coke back into the refrigerator.

"To be honest, I'll be in charge when it's over. Chen Anlu has been back in the past few days. It's a headache for the two of you to think about the recruitment here." Huo Yang found a suitable posture and leaned on the sofa chair. .

"Okay, let's talk about it when the benefactor comes. Did you tell him about me? Did he forget me?" Qin Liang sat across from him, took a few mouthfuls of Coke, frowned and waited for the anger to come up. Spit it out slowly.

Huo Yang looked at him for a while, "Why don't you hiccup?"

"Would I, Young Master Qin, have that unseemly look? Always pay attention to your own beauty." Qin Liang twirled his orchid fingers.

After he finished winking, he saw the new young man standing at the door, staring blankly at his hand.

"Pfft..." Huo Yang stood up and waved at Liu Duan, "Don't pay attention to him, this man is not serious. He is Mr. Qin, as you have seen, he will be mainly responsible for your designs in the future."

"Okay, I'll hand in the materials for the report." It could be seen that Liu Duan was not nervous, he was very calm, and he said hello and left after handing in.

"Why didn't you tell me that I made a fool of myself in front of other children." Qin Liang waved his fist.

"Hehe." Huo Yang decided to ignore him.

There is a branch campus of W University in the city I came to this time. It is said that it is a business trip, but it is just a meeting in another place, but this meeting will last for two days.As soon as Yu Luo was over, he tried to go back to the hotel as early as possible, using his stomach trouble as an excuse.The director of their math group was fairly familiar with him, so he let him go back without saying anything.The rest of the young teachers are going to have dinner with the teachers in the headquarters at night.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, he lay on the bed and read professional books with Kindle. He felt a little headache, but he endured it, sat on the sofa, and looked through the meeting materials to be sorted out tomorrow.Yu Luo has developed a habit since she was a child. If she doesn't prepare in advance for the next day's work, she won't be able to sleep.

After tidying up, there were raindrops outside the window smashing on the glass in disorder, and the subtle sound of rain made people feel very comfortable.After finishing his writing, he took a book and sat on a chair by the window.

It is a very old collection of poems.

In my memory, every birthday, I would go back to the bookstore to pick out new books for Huo Yang as gifts.Sometimes it is a masterpiece, and sometimes it is some very famous poetry collections.

The driver at home also persuaded him that he could give his classmates more expensive gifts instead of books every time.

He shook his head, walked into the bookstore again in his dream, took out a book by Zhang Ailing, and watched the boss stamp the title page.

"The sound of the rain is murmuring, like sitting by the stream, and would rather it rains every day, thinking that it won't rain for you." It is written in the first paragraph of that book.

It was very painful, the fist landed on the back of the shoulder, suddenly it seemed that the man called father was standing in front of him, and he punched.

The boy in the dream also threw a punch.

The collection of poems was turned over many pages, and the memory stopped when I woke up from the dream.

Several red marks appeared on Huo Yang's face, he raised his eyes to look at himself in astonishment, took two steps back in disbelief, and didn't take back his outstretched fist.There seemed to be tears or sweat in his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly, his face was fading.

He retreated, turned around, ran away, turned into a shadow, and faded into the twilight haze deep in the dream.

Yu Luo closed the book and put it on the table.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, beating on the window, crackling, and covered with a layer of rain and fog.

He turned around to turn off the light, and the pages of the book on the table were turned forward a few pages, revealing a line of small characters, in block letters, with a bit of strength, not considered an entry-level juvenile font: "Gift to Yu Luo: You Huo Yang"

This was the only book that Huo Yang gave him in return, and it was also the last time.