The world stops for 100 seconds

short story BL novel world stop for 100 seconds

Title Nine,

one,

After watching the concert, the two brothers and sisters set foot on the return journey.

The senior sent the two of them all the way to the station.On the way, he repeatedly warned Yang Ou not to work while sick.

Yang Ou smiled and agreed, "Okay senior, I'm debt-free now, and my job can support both of us. I won't take my body seriously, and I want to see my sister get married."

Yang Ying: "I said, can you stop worrying about me all day and night, your sister and I are only in the third year of high school, people are afraid of puppy love, you are an older brother, you always want to pour out my bowl of water as soon as possible, Is there anyone like you?"

Yang Ou patted her head, "Okay, be good, go back and study obediently. Brother will make a dowry for you."

"elder brother!"

"Haha..." The senior shook his head and laughed.

After returning home, after thinking about it, he called Yang Ou and told him to go back to work tomorrow.

Going to Xu Yan's concert seemed to be the right thing to do. Although it was sad, his depression seemed to disappear unconsciously.His mood is better than ever.

two,

"Excuse me, sir, who are you looking for?" Just after entering the company, the pretty female staff who greeted him in the past came up politely.

Yang Ou was stunned, "Well, Xiaowen, I'm coming to work."

The pretty female employee looked at him suspiciously, before hesitating for a while and calling out in disbelief: "Yang? Manager Yang?!"

Yang Ou smiled, "Yes. I'm going up."

The pretty female employee touched her heart, it turned out that Manager Yang is so handsome! !ah! !

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

"Boss Yang, I'm coming to work."

Yang Ou looked at the visitor in surprise, "You... have changed a lot."

Yang Ou smiled, "Really?"

Yang Ou looked at Yang Ou who suddenly looked like a different person, "Why don't you continue to be a log?"

A smile appeared in Yang Ou's eyes, "Be a human being, don't always be so boring."

"It seems that you are doing well."

"Yeah." Yang Ou still smiled as if nothing happened, "Then Mr. Yang, have I passed?"

"Yeah. Wait a minute." Yang Ou stopped the person who turned around, "The meeting will start soon, let's go together."

"Oh." Yang Ou didn't mean to object.

Yang Ou looked at him out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't the stereotype of the company, nor the rebelliousness when he first met in a gay bar, nor the maturity of Lan Yan when he was a luthier, nor the home when he was with him, but the real age upward appearance.

He took off his camouflage glasses, his hair was no longer deliberately combed so shiny and thick that it almost covered half of his face, and his clothes were no longer rigid suits like work clothes.

He casually wore a blue thin coat, his hair was cut, and he had a bright smile, but he had lost a lot of weight, but he was even more attractive.

three,

In a routine meeting, Yang Ou, who hadn't seen him for a long time, was greeted by his colleagues. The colleagues were all surprised by his good talk, and turned a blind eye to Yang Ou who was probing and vigilant.

Back to his place, all the subordinates welcomed him back happily.

Those who are close to him can't stop complaining about how bad the person who temporarily replaced him is.How much they missed Yang Ou's absence.

Yang Ou smiled and listened, and when it was almost done, let people work separately.

After a day at work, feel refreshed.

Yang Ou turned off the computer, and when he left the company, he found a car parked at the door.He recognized that it belonged to Yang Ou.

The car drove over slowly, Yang Ou rolled down the window, "Ayang, let's talk."

Yang Ou didn't get in the car, just said "Let's go." He walked forward slowly.

Yang Ou opened the car door, got out of the car, and said to his hard-working little assistant as the guest driver: "Go back."

The car drove away slowly, and Yang Ou caught up with the man.

The night is as cool as water, and the wind blowing in late autumn brings a chill.Yang Ou couldn't help shivering.

"Cold?"

"kind of."

Yang Ou looked at his hand protruding from his sleeve, but there was no reason to hold it again.

The two continued walking in silence.

"Mr. Ou, what's the matter with you? Tell me."

Yang Ou followed his footsteps in silence for a few seconds, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing." Yang Ou didn't mind. "You have nothing to do with him."

Yang Ou looked up at him, a little surprised.

"Then... why did we separate?"

"Do it!"

Yang Ou almost laughed out loud, the answer he gave Yang Ying is now returned to him.

"I did it, Ayang, I miss you."

four,

"Really?" Yang Ou chuckled lightly, with a slight smile in his eyes, not sure if it was real joy or fake worry.

"A Yang, you know, there are no long-term lovers in our circle."

"If you haven't encountered it, it doesn't mean you don't have it. In this world, there is nothing that you don't have. It's just that you don't know it."

"..."

"Mr. Ou, I have indeed seen too many on-again, off-again, and on-again, off-again, but I have also seen people who are deeply in love with each other. There have never been too many heterosexuals who only love one person in their lives, and most of their marriages are just casual. Things are born in a flash, and the feeling of incomprehensibility will always be diluted by time after possession. But after being together for a long time, another kind of bond has been formed. The world will not stop turning because of the passing of anyone , Even if it is Shakespeare, even if it is Nobel. A person will not be unable to live because of anyone's departure, even if it is a father, even a mother. Those who look for death and commit suicide for love. It is just that they have not experienced real suffering. If they came back from the brink of death, how could they really die."

"..." Yang Ou listened silently, he wanted to say something but he didn't say it.

"Yang Ou..." Yang Ou couldn't help laughing, as expected, you can't just call people with the same name, "Do you think you care about me too much, and you're afraid that you won't be able to let me go in the future, so you want to get out when you can?" ?”

Yang Ou did not deny it.

"If you think like this, you will naturally suffer from our relationship. So it's not a bad thing for us to separate."

"But separated, I still suffer from it."

Fives,

Yang Ou smiled, looking at the asphalt road under the street lights still blurred, "I used to play various roles just to cater to different people, get the money I needed, and also to prevent the world from knowing me. Recognize me in another world, they know me as mature or childish, honest or treacherous..." He turned to look at him. "What about you? What do you see me like?" But he didn't listen to his answer, but said to himself: "False? Unreal? So, you have seen too many fake faces of me , I have exposed too many disguises, even you yourself don't know what you like."

"..."

"Mr. Ou..." Sure enough, this title is still satisfactory, "Aren't you hypocritical?"

"I..." He thought of his lingering in the bar, his eccentricity in the company, and his calculations during cooperation...

"People are polyhedrons. How can you understand me through paper? Even if you know me in the past, how can you understand me today? People are changing every day. They call this growth. Then Good people also have evil in their hearts, and evil people also have kindness, but it’s just very small, but some people always give them some excuses they have to, and they call it, suffering.”

The two of them remained silent for the rest of the journey, until they reached the downstairs of Yang Ou's rented house.

"You still live here?"

"Well, I didn't retreat."

Yang Ou bowed his head in silence, "Did you know from the beginning that we would not last long?"

Yang Ou smiled, "Maybe."

"Since we held the idea that we would eventually separate from the beginning, we will definitely separate. A Yang, you never trusted me."

Yang Ou still smiled, "Maybe." He turned around, "My world never stops for anyone."

The door was closed gently, and his closing movement seemed to be very light all the time, for fear of disturbing someone's dream.

six,

Early in the morning, Yang Ou faced the defensive eyes of the early-rising landlord and the strange gazes of the people around him, and finally waited until Yang Ou went to work.

Yang Ou was a little surprised when he saw him, "You didn't leave last night?"

"Ah."

"Crazy?"

"Hey, I'm your boss."

"I haven't seen any boss who ran downstairs to squat overnight."

Yang Ou smiled and sighed, "You really have changed, you never talked to me like this before."

"..." Who's to say no, I used to complain in my heart when I was afraid of being found out, but now that I'm a bachelor, what's there to be afraid of?

"Ayang..."

"Ah."

"I still want to know about your past."

"Didn't you check everything?"

Yang Ou laughed at himself, "What can those pale words explain?"

"Before..." Yang Ou was silent for two seconds, but still said: "I am fine now."

Seven,

Since then, the two of them have not been together again, and they have no intention of being strangers. On the contrary, the two of them often go out to eat and take walks.

Even more pleasant than the time we were together.

One wants to go further and return to the beginning, and the other is as calm as water, and is at ease with the situation.They both knew what they were thinking, but they kept their mouths shut.

Yang Ou didn't look for another part-time job, and he worked as his manager with peace of mind.

His mentality changed, just like his sudden growth in that year, the reason is unclear, maybe he was tired of pretending for too long.

He didn't tell anyone that during this period of time, he often had hallucinations. When crossing the road, he could always see himself sitting on the curb.

That confused boy had been sitting there, sitting in his heart, still at a loss.

Eight,

His world does not stop for anyone, he sits in a daze year after year, thinking about the future day after day.

Meeting all kinds of people, doing things over and over again, he was lost for a while, but saw that boy again and again.

Just like when listening to Xu Yan's song, staring at the photos of my parents, sitting by the window, staring in a daze, and being silent.He repeated what happened that year, when he didn't even realize it.

Even he himself couldn't see himself clearly, but Yang Ou wanted to see him from the words compiled by others.

The interpretation of words has been everyone's self-righteousness since ancient times. With the same words, you see hope, and he realizes despair.You deciphered the answer, but he was at a loss.

For reading comprehension when reading, the question maker gave an answer and defined it as correct, so as to judge whether the students' answers were similar or not.It is ridiculous that the author's simple essays have been interpreted in various ways, but no one has discovered the profound foreshadowing of scholars.That's why novelists like to dress up some completely useless chicken soup with gorgeous words, pretending that they are very profound, and can tell a set of truths to influence the world.

Everything is just self-righteous.