Good Night, Liang Xiao

Ye Ji'an, 34 years old at the time, was a conscientious and well-paid office worker. He was used to getting up before dawn every day, taking the first subway from his residence in the satellite city to the company's gym in the CBD and jogging for half an hour.

The reason why he came so early was that jogging requires short sleeves. He didn't want any colleagues to see his tattoos on his arms, shoulders, and back.

The tattoo is because two years ago I felt that life was boring, and I suddenly wanted to seek excitement. I marked the whole text of the underground rock band I liked in college, as well as rose skulls and so on.Of course, he failed to find excitement, he just felt ugly and painful.

After exercising, he would take a shower, put on eau de toilette, and make himself look like a dog, covering his tattoos with thick shirts, even in summer.Of course, running is not out of interest, but it can prevent the accumulation of fat and help him maintain his energy throughout the morning. As a result, he still has to drink coffee from the afternoon to fill up the piles of work.

Indeed, as a brick-and-mortar dog in the financial industry, the Shanghai Stock Exchange, Shenzhen Stock Exchange and the US stock market have to be watched. He is not on time when he is busy. Even if he leaves work on time, he wears earphones and squeezes on the evening rush hour subway, smelling the smell of sweat. Death, of course, is just a thought.

The new game I’m interested in hasn’t been released yet, and the PS4 I bought last year is almost brand new.

I asked for a good vacation to watch the live, but the date didn't arrive.

The mortgage isn't paid yet.

Why do I still want to die.

After getting off the subway, I have to queue up to buy roasted sweet potatoes in a humble way. I don’t eat my favorite cheap fried skewers because I’m afraid of gaining weight. It’s too disasterous to wear a shirt with a small belly.Ye Ji'an regretted it a little. The Japanese food he ate two streets away with the company's juniors at noon was really expensive, even AA would hurt him. If he didn't save some money this month, the mortgage would be even more difficult to pay.

He has to do the cleaning himself when he gets home, and the price of hourly workers has risen sharply recently. He thinks it's better to exercise without DDL on hand.

As for the young man who ate Japanese food together, Ye Ji'an ran around the house pushing a mop, thinking about it, a little worried and apprehensive.

He was worried because he had a lower position and less salary than him within two years after he graduated from graduate school. However, he spends a lot of money all day long, especially likes to wear luxury brands and photography. He can't figure out how this person will buy a house and marry a wife in the future.

The fear is because the young man knows that he is full of tattoos, and the young man is the only one in the company. In the past, even for the physical examination, he would make excuses to go to the hospital he is familiar with.It was a very unfortunate early morning, that is, two or three months ago in the early autumn, and he unfortunately had a stomachache in the shower, so he entered the locker room a few minutes late, just in time to come in to change clothes and work out young people.

At that time, the child's expression was stunned.

Ye Ji'an was also very embarrassed, he turned around and hid his back, "Xiao Liang came so early." He tried his best to be humble and polite.

"Senior is early," the young man squinted a lazy smile, still not shy away from it, his eyes were shining, "You are really cool!"

It was the first time someone said it was cool.is it cool?This tattoo is not only talked about by parents, but even the girlfriend who was talking about marriage back then chattered and sneered about it.

"Thank you." Ye Ji'an was still polite, and when he went to the convenience store to buy breakfast, he thoughtfully brought a bottle of juice and a sandwich with the most meat. Before anyone came to work, he found a young man's desk and put it on the table. In that patch of sunlight.

Nobody knew he was running away when he buttoned up and fled the locker room.Later, in his transparent office, he saw the young man smilingly picking up juice and opening a sandwich, and smilingly chatting with the female colleague next door, and he was in the same state of mind.

Will you guess it's me?

Do you think I'm flattering him? "Bribe" him?Get closer?I'm the boss!

Does that tell the story of the tattoo?

Ye Ji'an also took advantage of his lunch break to carefully check the company's regulations. There was no ban on tattoos, but he always felt that it would be bad if the news spread.

I want to die more.

Who knows, within two days, he was smoking silently in the small clean corner behind the bookcase in the smoking room where he always stayed, and while he was thinking about dying, he was sifting through the contents of the afternoon report to the boss in his head, when he suddenly heard With the sound of footsteps, the young man still swaggered and stood beside him in that relaxed and vigorous manner.

Then he also lit a cigarette.

"Good morning."

"Morning." Ye Ji'an's nervousness was as if he had met his boss in advance.

The young man smiled, "Senior, do you like hiding in such a place alone?"

Sure enough, something happened.Ye Ji'an smiled kindly, "Fortunately, there are too few smokers in our department, and there are too many girls. I don't want to disturb others."

"Haha, me too." The young man said, but his appearance of smoking was not proficient, and he was suspected of pretending to be an old smoker.

"I didn't know Xiaoliang smoked before."

"Just call me Liang Xiao," the young man pointed to the badge hanging on his chest, "Senior is not a few years older than me."

"Haha, that's fine." Ye Ji'an looked at him and agreed, thinking that he would go back later and find out when this person was born.

"Hmm." Liang Xiao also looked back, wondering what he was thinking.He seemed to be enjoying himself in this weird atmosphere.

"Okay, don't touch the fish," Ye Ji'an finally finished smoking this one with a calm look, crushed the cigarette end, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go back first."

"By the way, senior," Liang Xiao called him suddenly, "I think I should remind you of something."

"Tell me." Ye Ji'an felt that he wanted to turn into a rabbit and jump away.

"Your tattoo, in fact, can be vaguely seen in a light-colored shirt," said softly, Liang Xiao lowered his eyes, looking straight at the arm that he had draped over his shoulder and forgot to let go, "At least I can."