Good day and beautiful scenery

I found some antipyretics for myself and took them. I fell asleep several times in a daze, and had several dreams on and off. Finally, I was so hungry that I couldn’t hold on any longer.

There is nothing to eat at home.I live alone, and I basically don’t cook except on weekends. There is only beer in the refrigerator, and there are no ingredients that can be eaten.Now that I am hungry, I can only get up and go downstairs to look for food with a high fever.

When locking the door, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a cake box placed against the wall at the door.When I came back last night, I was so dazed that I couldn't see the way clearly. I didn't notice this. Now I see that the packaging is quite beautiful, and the brand is familiar to me.I used to live with Shen Yan, and I bought all the cakes and breads at home from this store.

That bastard still remembers my birthday.

But remember what can explain?I have been with him since I was 22, and in the following years, I have spent every birthday with him.But yesterday, so many people helped me celebrate, even drunkards and doctors participated, but it had nothing to do with him.

After standing against the door for a while, I was too lazy to think about what he meant by sending this cake.Lock the door and go downstairs, and find a small shop nearby that specializes in porridge for dinner.But when I was hungry, I didn't have any appetite when the food was delivered, and I felt that everything I ate was bland, so I managed to stuff half a bowl of porridge.

The fever subsided in the evening, but the bad luck seemed to be reluctant to leave me. The high fever turned into a low-grade fever, which lasted until I was about to finish my seven-day vacation and returned to the hospital for a follow-up visit to the wound.

The doctor’s reaction was more surprising than mine. He held my arm and studied for a long time. In order to make me feel at ease, he finally had to compare the physique of ordinary people with me. He said that there are not all people who recover slower than me. Take the medicine and it will get better slowly.

My hands are still not sharp, and it is inconvenient to go to work, so I have to go back to the company and ask for a vacation.The boss didn't say anything in front of me, but just sat behind the desk, frowning in embarrassment and thinking.

I know what's bothering him.I still have a few ongoing projects, one of which is particularly important, and it just happened to be in the final stage. If the case cannot be handed in by the due date, the responsibility is not my responsibility alone.

I understand that the boss is naturally not confused, so after thinking about it for a while, he simply put it on the table and said it.He suggested that I hand over the urgent work so that I would not feel uneasy at home resting.

Every word the boss said is emotional and reasonable, and I have no reason to refute.

Coming out of the boss's office, I bumped into my successor head-on. He should have known the result long ago, but he pretended not to know anything, and greeted me with coffee as if he was the same.

I have never been on the same page with this person, and I am not in the mood to talk to him at this time, so I turned my head and went back to my office to get things.He was still motivated, and followed me all the way. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I blocked the door and asked him what he meant.

"You man." His expression was slightly startled, and he shook his head helplessly, "Everything is fine, it's just this temper. It would be better if I could change it."

"Alan, what the hell are you trying to say?" I glared at him impatiently.

He looked at my injured arm, and said in a strange way: "I heard it was scratched by someone? It was deep? You said that you have nothing to do with people. It's about this time for your project..."

If he didn't say anything and just took advantage of it in silence, I'd fucking admit it.But this person is not, and he still pretends to be a life mentor, and his complacent face almost makes me sick of everything I ate a few days ago.

"Pick up the bones and get out!"

I didn't look good, and slammed the office door in front of him.

Fuck grace!

Who in this company doesn't know how much energy I have put into this project, not to mention working overtime, and staying up all night is only a matter of time and time, who knows that I hit the goalpost with my last kick.

Speaking of the culprit who caused me to be injured and unable to go to work, I went to the police station during the days off.They informed me that they had found the murderer and asked me to identify him, and kindly reminded me that I could sue him for malicious injury.

I was surrounded by several people in front of the surveillance screen. It is said that the screen was the dead fat man who scratched me that day and then fell asleep at the scene of the crime.In fact, I only remembered that the man was fat, but I had no impression of what his face looked like.

I stared at the screen for a long time. It was impossible not to get angry. I wished I could put my feet on his fleshy body, but when I saw his huge body shrank like a little ghost. In the corner, I looked around blankly, and I was still muttering something, but I couldn't get down.

They said he had mental problems, no one was in charge of his family, and no one came to see him when something happened.What else can I say, as long as I was bitten by a dog when I went out, I hate it in my heart, and I can't bite it back like a mad dog.

I didn't ask them what they would do with him in the end, whether to let him out and continue biting, or to keep him here and at least be supervised, anyway, they always know better than me.

One of the older ones sent me out, patted my shoulder all the way, and said nothing, I understand what that means.I am generous, I have been injured these years but haven't blackmailed hundreds of thousands of people, shouldn't it be commendable.

But I'm really not that easy to measure, otherwise I wouldn't be dragging Shen Yan's matter to this point.Now that I think about it, if I had pretended not to see it, silently deleted the text message, and made out with each other, maybe there would not have been many things like this.

So after all, rather than saying that the fat man scratched me and ruined my hard work, Shen Yan is the real culprit.

That's right it's him.

The more I think about it, the more I am stimulated, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that he is heinous. I will never talk to him again in this life, and I will never communicate with him until death.

I thought about it here, my heart felt warm and cold, and I was laughing that I had already reached this point, but fortunately I couldn't stop thinking about that bastard.In the end, I was so unlucky that even places like the police station had to run into evil, and within a few steps I saw Shen Yan get out of the car.

Compared with my embarrassment, this bastard still looks like a dog. He is wearing a dark suit, his hair is combed meticulously, he is carrying a briefcase in his hand, and he is accompanied by two clerks. He looks more airy and airy.

Shen Yan is a gold medal lawyer. How much I loved his upright attire before, but now I feel disgusted when I look at it again.

It was too late to avoid the problem.Shen Yan also saw me, she put her feet back and watched from a distance, the astonishment on her face was too late to hide, it didn't look fake.

Looking at each other for a while, he turned his head and said a few words to the two people behind him, probably to let them go in first. As expected, the two came straight over and nodded at me as they passed by me.

I stood numbly, knowing very well that there was nothing to say between us, and I wanted to walk out without looking away, but my feet seemed to have taken root, or they were filled with lead, and I couldn't move half a step.

Feeling more and more sad.

Shen Yan finally walked towards me, stood in front of me unhurriedly, looked at me solemnly, and called out: "Xiaojing."

I just pretended not to hear.

He frowned, looked me up and down, and asked me hypocritically: "Why are you here? What happened?"

I couldn't see the expression on his face, as if he was worried about me.In fact, he was worried about me. We broke up. No matter what I do, I will never turn around and rely on him to be responsible for me.

"What does Lawyer Shen want to happen to me?"

"Xiaojing..."

Having been in the same bed for so many years, I didn't know that Shen Yan could act so well in this kind of aggrieved and helpless drama. If this was in the entertainment industry, I'm afraid it would have been at the level of an actor.

But since he wants to act, and he is so penetrating, I am happy to watch it when I have nothing to do.

"Happy birthday Xiaojing, although it's a bit late."

hapiness?Why not happy!I met his gaze with a sneer and said "thank you".

"The day you..."

"I had a great time that day, with a group of friends." It happened hundreds of years ago, what's the point of chewing it out again, I subconsciously touched the wound on my arm and smiled at him, " Lawyer Shen, you can probably see that, in fact, it is right for us not to be together, and everyone should be happier."

Shen Yan's expression suddenly became ugly, as if the mask that covered his face just now was just a glamorous mask, and now it was torn off to reveal the true face underneath.

I rarely see him with this expression, angry, depressed, painful but with nowhere to vent.I used to see it occasionally and only when he answered his brother's phone.At that time, I would still comfort him with heartache.

It's not enough to say how happy it is.I'm not the Holy Mother, so there's no reason for me to bear so much by myself. Seeing him show a little bit of grievance, I should pounce on him and coax him.Instead, he had to be grateful that I didn't go to the point of hysteria.

"If Lawyer Shen has nothing to do, I'll leave first." I said, without even saying goodbye.

Shen Yan suddenly let out a heavy breath and said, "Wait, Xiaojing, I have something to say."

He is tall and big, although I am not short, but because of my weak feet, he stepped over in two steps and grabbed my hand from behind.

I almost suspected that he did it on purpose. He had actually seen the mechanism on my arm long ago, so he got stuck on the wound without any mistakes. The pain made my eyes black and I was sweating coldly.

Damn it, I take care of it like a treasure, even after taking a bath, if he grabs it and twists it affectionately, half my life will be ruined in his hands.

I could only bear it, and didn't struggle at all.I can't, it's still me that hurts when I move.If there is even a little bit of pain exposed, Shen Yan will not let go even if he doesn't say it hypocritically.

"Lawyer Shen, this is the police station, it doesn't look good if you gossip like this."

Shen Yan's eyes were red, her lips trembled slightly, and she seemed to be in more pain than me: "Xiaojing..."

I interrupted him in a cold voice: "It's better to call me by my name, it's not appropriate to call me Xiaojing again."

Shen Yan's eyes deepened, her face was so heavy that it was about to overflow with water, but her mouth still refused to give in: "Xiao Jing, do we really want to do this, you know I love you, I have always loved you, you know... ..."

"I know." Of course I know, otherwise my years would be nothing, but, after all, there are still things.I looked at him blankly, "You love me, but you can also hug someone else to bed."

"I do not have!"