The world stops for 100 seconds

short story BL novel world stop for 100 seconds

Part Four,

one,

The text continues from last time.

Yang Ou suddenly yelled: "Ah! I know!!"

Yang Ou's hand trembled, and he almost pressed several wrong keys, so he couldn't be found out, right? !

Yang Ou leaned forward and smiled: "You are very similar to a boy I met at the bar last time."

Yang Ou breathed a sigh of relief secretly, let go of the heart he was holding, and said with a slight smile, "Really?"

"Well, you look alike."

"Maybe... what you saw was my brother."

"You have a younger brother?"

"Yes, he's in college."

Yang Ou suddenly realized, "No wonder, I just said that when I saw you, I always felt like I had seen you somewhere."

Yang Ou laughed dryly to himself, it was a false alarm.

Different from yesterday, this "Mr. Yang" seems to be particularly interested in talking with him today. The so-called atmosphere is rare, don't miss it. Yang Ou started to talk, "How old is your brother?"

"Ten...Nine."

Yang Ou changed the subject, "What about you?"

Yang Ou said smoothly: "29..."

Yang Ou looked at him a few times, then shook his head, "It doesn't look like it."

Yang Ou didn't refute, just smiled, "Mr. Ou, have you finished asking? Please don't disturb my work, the boss will deduct money if he sees it."

Yang Ou also laughed, "Haha, I haven't finished asking, why don't I treat you to dinner after you get off work."

"..." Come again?

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Don't refuse, I really want to make friends with you."

"..." I really don't want to make friends with you!

"That's a pity. I don't like making friends. Mr. Ou, I believe that with your conditions, many people will be willing to be friends with you."

Hearing what he said, Yang Ou was not angry, but looked at him deeply with squinted eyes and a smile, "But I only like you."

two,

Yang Ou's unchanging face finally turned red because of this half-joking and half-joking remark.

His cheeks were slightly hot, even though he could play any role well, but after his boss said such a sentence, his heart would inevitably jump a few times.

Seeing that he was a little shy, Yang Ou laughed casually, and suddenly found that this person was indeed in line with his own wishes.

"Okay, I don't mind talking to you, let's go to work." He stood up, and took his leave before Yang Ou could react from his trance and stare at him.

After returning home from "Lanyan", Yang Ou poured a cup of boiling water from the kettle.

Then he sat on the bed and browsed Weibo, and found that Xu Yan had released a new song. The title of the new song was very strange. Marked X, changed to "tool".

He swiped his fingers twice, but the official explanation hasn't come out yet, so he simply didn't pursue it. He plugged in the earphones and held the water glass with both hands to listen.

His originally clattering heart slowly returned to calm as the music flowed.There was a slight pain in the heart, but the corners of the mouth rose after the last music sounded.

Yes, his songs are always like this, there is warmth in sadness.

His voice is always like this, like the gurgling water, gently passing through people's hearts.His people are always like this, with a gentle smile, accidentally hitting his heart.

He doesn't sing about dreams, his music is dreams.He doesn't sing about love, because his song is love.

After listening to the new song, I cut the part I like into a ringtone, and changed the incoming call from his piano music to this new song.

three,

Preoccupied, he remembered the situation when he confessed to Fang Yu that year, and also remembered Yang Ou's previous jokes.His thoughts turned slightly, he didn't want to think about these issues, he chose to change at random, after all the accounts were cleared, and he had to plan for the future, so he didn't have time to think about these.

Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow.

He turned off the light and closed his eyes.

It has been more than a week since Yang Ou was stalked by his boss in "Lanyan" twice, but Yang Ou has not met the boss anywhere except the company.

This may be a good sign. My boss has passed his freshness, so I don't have to worry about getting out of the way.

Yang Ou secretly rejoiced in his heart, he can finally get rid of him! !

However, at the end of another day's work, on his way home from "Lanyan", he once again verified the idea that Yang Ou's ghost is still lingering in Bar Street.

At that time, my boss was drunk and wobbled when he walked.Then he wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but the man with a drunken smile on his face staggered over and threw himself on him, and said with a grin: "Hee hee! Darling, let Grandpa kiss you!"

"..." Yang Ou tried his best to pull him away, but the more he pulled, the more messy his clothes became, and the more he pulled, the tighter he stuck. "Let go!"

Yang Ou acted like a child, "Don't let me go!"

Although Yang Ou was drunk, he was surprisingly strong. After struggling for a few minutes, Yang Ou still couldn't get rid of the entanglement.Looking at the ambiguous eyes of passers-by when passing by, he stopped struggling and took a few breaths, Yang Ou took advantage of the situation to hold on tighter.

"What the hell do you want?"

Yang Ou had a bright smile on his face, "Honey, let's go open a room!"

"..." Open your sister's room! "Who are you calling dear?!" Yang Ou asked sternly.

Yang Ou was stunned, and stared at him blankly for a second, just when Yang Ou thought he was frightening him, he hung on him again, leaned closer and said: "So you don't like this name, then I'll call you baby."

After speaking, he smiled and called "Baby" several times, which made Yang Ou feel angry, and couldn't struggle to restrain him, so he let him hang on his body with a sullen face and violently, dragging him forward.

"Where is your home?" He decided to find a car to take him back.

Yang Ou's whole body was almost on Yang Ou's body, he closed his eyes and said, "Honey, let's go to the room."

"Hey, tell me where your home is? I can take you home."

"No, let's go to the room!"

Next, no matter how good or bad Yang Ou said, Yang Ou's central idea was just two words: open a house.

Yang Ou was helpless, so he had no choice but to take him home, because he didn't have the money to let him stay in a hotel.

four,

Although Yang Ou stinks of alcohol, it is not pungent, unlike the guests he met before, the strong smell of alcohol made people frown and want to vomit after drinking.

On the contrary, he smelled very good. I don't know if it's because the alcohol smell on his body went straight to Yang Ou's nose, and his breath was full of Yang Ou's breath. Smell, Yang Ou's cerebral cortex became hot, and his whole body People are a little dizzy, he is thinking, is he drunk too?

In the first half of the journey, Yang Ou was still clamoring and drinking mad, but in the second half of the journey, he didn't know whether he was tired from the noise, or he closed his eyes quietly when he got drunk, and let Yang Ou carry him back home.

"Really, I'm not afraid that I'll sell you out!"

Yang Ou murmured and threw him on his own bed, poured a glass of water and drank it comfortably.I cursed in my heart: This person looks very thin, why is it so heavy, I was not so tired when I was carrying reinforced concrete, could it be that I haven't carried it for a long time, and my hands are raw? ?

After serving the boss to wash his face and feet, he took off his outer clothes and wrapped him tightly with a quilt. For details, please refer to the ancient concubine's bedtime attire.

He took a pillow from the closet, put it on the inside of the bed, moved the boss in, and then looked at the small half of the empty bed that could barely accommodate him, and secretly inhaled.

It was almost early morning at this time, Yang Ou had worked all day and carried his boss all the way, he was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

Hearing the breathing of the people around him slow down and become even, Yang Ou, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes. Those eyes, which were still drunk and hazy before, were now shining in the dark night. He looked at the roof, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously A smile appeared.

Then he looked sideways at the figure with his back facing him, and then... he scolded Yang Ou in his heart...

Fuck, are you going to make yourself a mummy?Wrapped in this style, you can't do bad things at all!

Fives,

In the middle of the night, Yang Ou was finally woken up by the movement around him. He opened his eyes, his head aching so badly, he turned on the light, and found a cocoon-shaped thing next to him writhing non-stop and making anxious noises.

"Ah, let me go, it's so hot!..."

"..." Yang Ou stared blankly for a minute before realizing that this was entirely his own masterpiece.

He hurriedly got the wailing man out, seeing his tossing blushing and sweating, he couldn't help wiping away his cold sweat.Shouldn't it be revenge?

"water…"

Fortunately, people only want to ask for water, and have not reacted to settle accounts with themselves.

Yang Ou got up to pour water, only to find that the kettle was empty, and it would have to wait for it to cool down again. He turned his head and carefully looked at the blushing and panting person lying on the bed, and silently handed over the half glass of water he drank a few hours ago. past.

He coughed unnaturally, lifted Yang Ou and handed the water glass to his lips, "Ahem, here comes the water, here comes the water."

Yang Ou kept sneaking a look at the situation, watching him drink the leftover water for a few hours, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he almost went berserk!

Silently swallowing the cool water, he lay back down, his heart running wildly through thousands of grass and mud horses.

Yang Ou didn't pay attention either, he only said that the problem was solved, turned on the bed and continued to sleep, and he didn't wrap up his boss anymore, what if he woke up tomorrow and saw that he looked like a rice dumpling, what would he say?

In a daze, the last thought in his mind was, how to go to work tomorrow?

six,

Seeing that someone fell asleep again, Yang Ou opened his eyes again, propped his body above Yang Ou to look at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then kissed someone, and fell asleep with him in his arms.

So when Yang Ou woke up the next day, he found that his boss was lying on top of him. He pushed him away, and when he stood up, half of his arms were numb, and his waist was also aching. He actually fell asleep in this position. overnight?Oh My God!

Being thrown by him like this, Yang Ou opened his eyes sleepily to look at him, then glanced around, and turned his gaze to him again, "Why am I here?"

Yang Ou looked unhappy, "I'm ashamed to say, I was so drunk in the middle of the night, so I had no choice but to bring you back." Nima, if you ask the first sentence: Who are you?who I am?If so, I will definitely give you two strokes to wake you up.Yang Ou secretly felt sorry for not being able to beat his boss.

Only then did Yang Ou pretend to be enlightened, "Oh, thank you, Ayang."

"Ah? Yang?"

Yang Ou had an innocent face, "Yeah, it looks like we're close."

"..." Your sister, who wants to get close to you?

Yang Ou stared at him with a cold face, "Get up and leave."

Is this too cherishing words like gold?Yang Ou opened his eyes to look at him, but... I like it hehe. (I always feel that the human setting is a bit broken.)

"A Yang, let me treat you to dinner."

Yang Ou brushed his teeth expressionlessly, "No."

"Just thank you for taking me in last night and not letting me sleep on the street, so you can come."

Yang Ou glanced around the room, paused for a moment on the gray and white photo on the table, and then looked around again.

Seven,

After an accident at home, Yang Ou sold his parents' house to make a living. At first, they rented a larger main house to take care of his younger sister who was in elementary school. Just in various places of work or school dormitories or hospitals.After working in Lian's branch company "Tianchen" became his main business, since the rent subsidy was more cost-effective than living in a dormitory, he looked for a house to live in.

At the beginning, I fell in love with the room on the fourth floor because it was a little bigger than the first floor, but the rent was almost [-] less per month, and the landlord was also nice. Although it was inconvenient to climb the stairs, he was the only one. There is nothing for people to live in.

"Hey, let's eat."

Yang Ou watched helplessly as Yang Ou poured boiling water into the instant noodles, then took a bucket for himself, and couldn't help asking: "This is... breakfast?"

Yang Ou had already slipped on it, and gave a vague "hmm".

"This is what you eat for breakfast?!" Yang Ou still couldn't believe it, and there was some inexplicable anger in his heart, so the volume became louder.

Yang Ou turned his head and looked at him strangely, seeing that he didn't eat, he thought to himself: Rich people don't eat instant noodles?What a waste of my meal!

"You don't eat?"

Yang Ou didn't care about Yang Ou's slowly livid face at all, seeing that he was silent after asking, he took his bucket and ate it too.

Yang Ou was angry at that time, he slapped the table, and Yang Ou trembled in fright, he looked at him for no reason, why did he go crazy?

Yang Ou glared at the ignorant person on the opposite side who looked at him, his expression seemed to say that he was making trouble for no reason, he suppressed the fire, then got up and opened the door without saying anything.

Yang Ou: "...he won't be drunk and still awake?"

Then I continued to bury my head in eating noodles, and I was lucky to leave, otherwise I would have to come back later.

Eight,

Yang Ou went out angrily, and pressed a call to his assistant: "Book me the most expensive, delicious and nutritious restaurant in Hangzhou tonight!"

Then he hung up the phone regardless of the little assistant who was trembling on the other side and wanted to ask for clarification.

He was going to pretend to be drunk to get close to that person, and everything went smoothly, but he was spoiled by a bucket of instant noodles in the morning.

Yang Ou is romantic by nature and rarely falls in love with others, but that luthier is different. He always plays the piano in a gentle and elegant manner, with a smile on his lips but looks at him coldly, with a superior attitude, as if he is just an ignorant and playful person. child.

He, Yang Ou, is the general manager of "Tianchen". He has met too many people of all kinds, and has suffered a lot no matter the obvious or hidden losses. Why did he fall into his hands?If that person doesn't take care of his body, what does it matter to him?

Besides, I still don't know how old he is, who is in the family, and what does he do?Why live in such a small house?I don't even know if his perfunctory name is his real name.

Yang Ou sighed and lay down in the chair.

I don't know if it was affected by Yang Ou's mood, the sky in Hangzhou was overcast all day long, but it started to rain slowly when night fell.

After they got off work, Yang Ou realized that the first autumn rain of this year was actually so heavy.

Crackling and hitting the ground, water soon accumulated.

Seeing the heavy rain, Yang Ou decided to make do with it in the office tonight.

He took out his mobile phone and called the boss of "Lan Yan", saying that it was raining too much and he couldn't go tonight.Fortunately, when we talked about it at the beginning, we were talking about the daily end, and it doesn't mean that we have to go every day.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Ou thought about it, called his sister again, asked about the situation, and hung up after giving some instructions.

He sat down at the table and decided to work for another hour.