Good day and beautiful scenery

Alan knocked on the door not long after I entered. I just changed my clothes when I heard the doorbell and came out wrapped in a thick down jacket. I asked him what tricks he was playing through the security door.

"I know you're angry, but can we stop being so stingy?" Allen frowned exaggeratedly, "I'm already unlucky enough, grandma, anyway, I'm still so old, and I've been raped by a little girl with a big ass." Play around and around, damn it!"

I opened the door and asked him what little girl he was. He stepped into the door first, with half of his body blocking the door to prevent me from changing my mind. He threw a large handful of roses into my arms as if disgusted, and then put them in angrily. Go, complain as you go.

"It's just the one downstairs, the one with two braids. I think she looks pretty smart, and she has a sweet mouth. When she pulls me, she calls me brother and brother... Oh no, Zhou Jingchen, why are you so flowery? Recruited?"

When Alan asked me this question, I couldn't laugh or cry. I was obviously softened by the little guy's soft "brother", but in the end it turned out that it was all designed, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But when I put the flowers in my hand on the coffee table, after comparing them, I found that what Alan said was wrong. The ones I bought were almost half-dried, but his bouquet was still delicate and beautiful, no matter how you looked at it, it was not right. It looks like someone is carrying a basket and selling it along the street.

"You're going to die if you don't fucking act?" I was angry and funny.

Allen sat on the sofa with a big face, and smiled cheekily: "Don't let you expose it so quickly. But that little girl has such a sweet mouth, I can't help but not buy it."

"Have you been following me?"

"It's so ugly, why am I talking to you, I just happened to bump into each other. But Zhou Jingchen, are you stupid? You still give a few hundred dollars to you just for these broken flowers, so you don't have to worry about her being so young. It’s broken, I know my sweet talk is in charge, so I will post it to everyone I see in the future.”

I was so angry that I picked up his bunch of flowers and threw them on him: "I just like dried flowers, can't I? Also, please don't use your dirty ideas to judge others."

The guy even poked his nose up and said, "You obviously don't have the attitude of begging me."

"What are you doing here?"

"Why not, you are lonely by yourself, and I happen to be too. The two of us just get together and barely survive the night."

I frowned and asked, "Who is lonely?"

Allen became addicted to acting: "Me! I'm lonely, can you take me in for one night?"

"Chen Lin."

"Suddenly so serious, what's wrong?"

"Let's try." I said.

Allen looked struck by lightning: "Zhou Jingchen, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I said let's try." I walked over, bent over to him, looked into his eyes, and said, "Isn't that all you can think about, let's try."

"You'll regret it for weeks..."

Impatiently waiting for him to finish speaking, I leaned over to kiss his mouth.

In fact, I know no, I have no feelings for him.I guess Allen knew it himself, that's why I touched him, and he reached out and hooked me, and took me to the sofa to sit down without kissing me.

"You're treating me like a beast, Zhou Jingchen." Allen smiled a little ugly, "I really like you, and I even thought about using violence against you in those years, but luckily I didn't do that, otherwise I wouldn't know you How would you hate me. Of course, I am not a saint now, but I want to treat you seriously, and I also take my feelings seriously."

"Still acting?" I raised my hand to wipe my mouth and laughed again, "Don't take it too seriously, it's easy to get out of it if you act too much."

Alan ordered takeaway, I was too tired to eat, so I drank some soup, he sat cross-legged on the ground opposite the coffee table, looked at me as if he was curious, and suddenly said: "Zhou Jingchen, why don't you go abroad with me? "

I looked at him from the mouth of the bowl: "Going crazy again?"

"I'm serious. You and I go abroad for medical treatment. I have stayed in Switzerland and the United States. I know some people and I can always find the right treatment."

"Can I not talk about this today?" I put down the spoon, not angry after all.

"It should be said today. Valentine's Day, don't you want to have a few more? Or are you so angry with that kid that you don't even plan to take your own life?"

"It's not as bad as you said, and it's not that serious." After a pause, I asked him, "Did you cause Shen Yan's injuries?"

Ai Lun looked innocent, and then jumped up again: "Fuck, Zhou Jingchen, without you being so wronged, what should I do with him? If you want to do it with me ten years ago, wait until now!"

"It's not you?"

Allen was so angry that he punched a few times with his right hand in the palm of his left hand: "Of course not! You can't trust me, do you want to pull him over and confront the three of you?"

"Sick." I said.

"Don't you believe it?"

"It's not that you haven't done it before, you really think I don't know."

Allen rolled his eyes angrily: "That's enough Zhou Jingchen, your heart grows under your arms, right? Why do you only turn towards him?"

After nine o'clock, I was nestled on the sofa and listening to TV. Allen came out of the kitchen cutting a plate of fruit and asked me if I wanted to eat some.I sat up, forked an apple and was about to eat it, when I heard another rumble upstairs, like arguing and throwing things.

"Did you hear that?" I asked Alan.

He crossed his legs and watched TV without turning his head: "What are you listening to?"

"upstairs."

"Never mind him. You don't know him."

I said, "Is it a fight? It's been a long time, do you want to call the police?"

Allen turned to look at me and smiled teasingly: "You can really worry about it. All right, I'll go up and take a look. If the girl looks good, I'll bring it down for you."

"If I remember correctly, the combined age of the couple is ten years old."

Allen went upstairs and came down after a while. He kicked off his shoes and walked in barefoot. He shook his head as he walked, "You're no good. Couples quarrel at the bedside and at the end of the bed. It's fun to break as many things as you want. Just save your energy."

A few days later, on the afternoon of NO.20, the boss had nothing to do, and called a bunch of people to the meeting room for a meeting. awake.

The number belonged to Uncle Li, and the content was obviously a group post, saying "Su Yun has left at [-]:[-] pm today, An Xiang is at peace, thank you for your long-term concern and care, Li Yaohui".

It's 10:[-], and it's [-]:[-] now, that is, [-] minutes ago, I was listening to some men discussing what shoes are the sexiest for women, but Uncle Yun left at that time.The miracle really didn't happen, no matter how reluctant he was, he still left after all.

I gripped the phone tightly and stared at the screen, as if I could see something different from it.However, what is seen in the eyes cannot pass through the brain at all, because there is nothing there, but on the contrary, the heart seems to be stuffed tightly by something, and no air can get in.

It seems that I heard someone calling my name. I tried very hard to listen clearly, but no matter how hard I tried, the result was still frustrating. Dead silence.

When I came back to consciousness, I was already lying on the sofa in my office, wearing Allen's coat, and he was sitting on the chair in front of the sofa, holding my hand.

I tried to pull my hand back, but before I even moved, he noticed it, but he held it tighter, and said with an ugly face, "You fainted in the conference room."

"them……"

"I said you had hypoglycemia. Anyway, you are so skinny, they all believe me when I say so." Alan sent my hand back, and pulled the clothes that served as a quilt again, "I saw it when you passed out. The phone is still on."

I buried my face in my clothes, wanting to cry, but my tears seemed to dry up, not even half a drop of water could flow out, and my throat was blocked so painfully: "I knew there would be such a day... that day when he left, I went to see him off, and we returned Farewell, but I...I still feel very sad..."

Allen leaned over, reached out and hugged me: "I know."

"You don't understand." I shook my head.

How could he understand!He would never know that no matter how much he pretended not to care about a dying person, he would really face the fear of death.I am afraid of many things, afraid of being alone, afraid that it will be too late to say goodbye to people, and afraid that I will drift into an unknown space.

"I understand, I understand. You probably don't know. I believe in fate. Between people, when fate comes, it gathers and when it goes away, it disperses. It's just like the laws of nature when spring comes, flowers bloom and autumn leaves fall. This Su I have met Mr. once or twice, he is a transparent and gentle person, and I guess that's all he thinks."

He fell asleep again, and when he woke up, he was in the hospital.Allen didn't mind tossing, but I was really tired and panicked.He helped me go through the hospitalization procedures and stubbornly guarded me for a few days.

I didn't want to talk, and when I was awake, I just looked out the window in a daze.The weather in February is cold and cold, and the leaves that have survived the whole winter are finally showing signs of fatigue, with their heads drooping and swaying with the wind, just dying.

None of the inspections to be done was missed. Even the report was seen by Allen first, and then passed to me after filtering.I didn't even want to look at it, and listened to him dumbly about how stable and optimistic the situation was.

There are endless drips every day. Sometimes I fall asleep without thinking about anything, and sometimes the pain is so painful that I can’t sleep all night.When I woke up one day, a red spot appeared on my eyeball, and it looked like a fly was in front of my eyes.

Allen brought up the matter of the country again, and I was irritated when I heard it. After pulling out the nasal oxygen tube and dripping, I wanted to get out of bed. After trying it once or twice, he finally didn't dare to mention it again.

The day the fever finally went away, I had a tantrum with Ellen.I said I wanted to go home, but he refused, so I didn't even eat.At first he was unmoved, saying that I couldn't eat anyway, and that nutrition injections might help.In the evening, I refused to get the needle. He had no choice but to coax me to hang up the last bottle of intravenous drip, and finally sent me home.

I handed my resignation letter to Lao Liu, sent emails with my mobile phone, and later made up text messages, but I never received his reply.Although I was also surprised, I just didn't have the energy to care if he really didn't receive it.