Mr nonsense

The soft morning light shines through the creamy yellow curtains, illuminating the mustard green walls.The person on the bed hugged the pillow, muttered for a long time, and blurted out a sentence: "Xiao Luo, good morning..."

Five minutes later, the alarm clock rang, and the cheerful sound made the person on the bed sit up unbearably.

He turned off the alarm clock, then patted the pillow with a dazed expression: "Xiao Luo, wake up."

After sitting for half a minute, he turned his head and glanced at the pillow again, frowned as if remembering something, and got up to wash up.

Mr. Fei looks gentle and handsome. Slightly squinting his eyes will give people a shrewd and capable impression. With a little modification, he is a gentle and talented young man.

But it's a pity that living in this world can't just look at the surface. Mr. Fei is actually a good-for-nothing nerd wearing an elite skin.

At this moment, Mr. Fei stood in front of the bathroom mirror in a daze for another half a minute, his eyes glazed over and his expression dull.Then he pinched his own face, and every time he saw this face, he felt a strange sense of disobedience, why couldn't he match up with the young and talented elite?

Mr. Fei tried his best to blink his eyes to wake himself up and forget about his strange troubles.

But it doesn't matter, with the refreshing peppermint toothpaste and washing his face with cold water, Mr. Fei finally woke up.

So, wearing flat glasses with thin frames, Mr. Fei showed his white teeth and smiled: "Yohoo, the transformation is complete~~"

It's a pity that there is no more sneer from that person behind him, and the sentence of laughing: "Idiot, is it fun to play role-playing every day?"

After Mr. Fei washed up, he hummed a song and went to prepare breakfast.Perfect medium-boiled poached eggs are Mr. Fei's specialty, but he has a habit of overcooking his toast.

Sitting at the dining table, Mr. Fei began to chatter while spreading ketchup on the toast.

"Xiao Luo, I was late for work again yesterday. Hey, I don't know if the director noticed it. The flower of Gaoling on the fourteenth floor seems to be in a bad mood recently. Miss Gossip and I guessed that she was broken in love, but I don't know. True or false. By the way, the lavender bought last week died again, why can’t I keep the lavender alive?”

As Mr. Fei said, he smirked to himself as before, and then secretly spread the excess ketchup on the opposite sandwich.

However, in the empty seat at the other end, no one would frown and call him a nonsense man.

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Fei is already a little used to it. After he finished his own breakfast, he often stared at another breakfast in a daze for a few minutes, sighing self-deprecatingly. How long can he pretend that the other person is still there every day?

These were probably the loneliest minutes of his day.

But a glass heart is a glass heart, and food should not be wasted.

In addition to a glassy heart, Mr. Fei also has "a soft heart". Don't doubt it, this is the evaluation given by Mr. Fei's juniors in college.Because Mr. Fei is very caring about small animals and plants.

He had a fat hamster that broke three spinning wheels, he had an aquarium fish that ate several others, and he had a turtle that seemed to sleep forever.

Therefore, before going to work in the morning, Mr. Fei has to prepare food for his hamsters, goldfish, and turtles, and then take care of the plants on the balcony.

Also, the lavender is always unable to keep alive.

When the mother-in-law's morning came to an end, the dull Mr. Fei realized that he was going to be late.At this moment, he was still wearing home clothes, standing under the clock with a watering can.These, he thought, were probably the most depressing minutes of his day.

When Mr. Fei walked into the elevator pretendingly while worrying about the taxi money, it was about 10 minutes before the end of the company's clock-in time. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put on a serious look.

However, in the eyes of other people in the elevator, the calm and composed appearance of this young talent is very attractive, and many people can't help but secretly guess which floor and which company he is an elite.Well, living in this world is really more than just looking at the surface.

At the same time, there is actually a really calm and steady young talented elite standing in the elevator.When Mr. Fei found him.There is a very bad feeling.

"Ah, good morning, Director Mo." Mr. Fei was still putting on a show on the surface, but he was deeply entangled in his heart.

Mr. Fei's immediate boss, Mr. Mo, still had that expressionless face, and turned his gaze to give Mr. Fei a slight nod.

So one of K company's curses really came true: no matter you are sloppy or talkative, as long as you strike up a conversation with Mr. Mo, the chief financial officer, you will definitely experience the deadly stiff atmosphere.

Mr. Fei was secretly annoyed about his bad luck when he went out today, but he still tried to turn the tide, and said without words: "Director Mo is punctual every day, do you drive by yourself?"

Still expressionless, Mr. Mo nodded to Mr. Fei.

Mr. Fei suffocated his chest tightness, and on the surface he continued to babble nonchalantly: "Small employees like me can only catch the bus to work, and XX Road is especially prone to traffic jams during rush hours, and I worry about being late every time I go out. .And sometimes the bus is late on rainy days, and it is very distressing.”

Now Mr. Mo finally opened his mouth: "This is not a reason for being late."

Mr. Fei silently turned his head aside, wailing inwardly: Why did the director find out so quickly that I was late yesterday?

Before Mr. Fei's pain was over, Mr. Mo said in a flat tone: "This is the third time this month."

Very good, after the flash kill, Mr. Fei didn't even have time to express the word "defeated".

In the end, Mr. Fei, who was broken and broken, wanted to show his concern to save face, so he said, "Director Mo is expensive to maintain a car, so be careful when driving, and wear a condom."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Mo's expression changed on the spot.Mr. Fei really wanted to bite off his own tongue, he knew he was done for, yet this slip of the tongue happened in front of this person on such an occasion!Condom condom condom condom condom ~ Mr. Fei's heart flashed echoes a hundred times a hundred times, and he could only silently tear up and be messed up in the wind.

The people around me all had strange expressions and blushed from laughter, and from time to time there were a few uncontrollable voices from the corner: "Pfft..."

Mr. Fei pretended to be nonchalant and turned his head away, casually tidied up his broken glass heart, tears of grief and indignation flashed in his eyes: People really can't compete with the sky, what is the joy of fighting against the sky, it's entertaining others ah!

Curse of Company K [-]: Don't try to chat with Mr. Mo, you will definitely not end well!

In such a happy environment, Mr. Mo, the expressionless noodle stall man, looked at Mr. Fei's blushing face bit by bit, and slightly pursed the corners of his lips.

So, Mr. Fei, you are not completely defeated.

Mr. Fei clocked in as if he was sleepwalking, and then sat down at his seat.

So the crowd was puzzled. On such an energetic morning, how could Mr. Fei, who has always been active, be so spiritless?

"Mr. Fei, what's the matter with you? Something happened to your Xiaocao?" asked the enthusiastic elder sister of Passerby A.

Well, Xiaocao is the third pot of lavender planted by Mr. Fei.The previous two nicknames were Xiaoxun and Xiaoyi, but they didn't survive.So Mr. Fei said that Xiaocao is considered a cheap name, and it should be able to grow alive, but it is a pity that it died young.

Mr. Fei was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head sleepwalking.

"Mr. Fei, our guess is correct. The flower of Gaoling on the [-]th floor has really lost her love. Hahahaha, I got the inside information before you. You want to treat me to dinner at noon." Passer-by B, Miss Gossip, smiled. road.

It's shameful, but I'm sorry everyone, Mr. Fei is indeed a loyal member of the gossip club.

Mr. Fei was taken aback for another moment, then shook his head sleepwalking.

"Mr. Fei, I would like to recommend a horror movie to you. Its main character has blue skin, oversized eyes and mouth, and no fingers on hands and feet! What's even scarier is that it often comes out of its body. Lots and lots of things!" Passerby B sneered at Mr. and said, "Do you want to know the title of the movie?"

Well, Mr. Fei is also a bad joke.

Mr. Fei was taken aback for another moment, then shook his head sleepwalking.

"Mr. Fei, there is something wrong with this report of yours. The figures after our calculations are incorrect. You can take it back and correct it."

Mr. Ding Yanyan, a passer-by, held Mr. Fei's report with a serious look.

Mr. Fei raised his head and finally showed his expression.He said with a mournful face, "Sure enough, I'm cursed!"

Well, the facts are as follows: Mr. Fei Xiaocao is indeed dead; Mr. Fei lost the game and had to treat the passer-by, Miss Gossip, to dinner; Mr. Fei suffered from insomnia yesterday because of watching a horror movie, and now he has a headache; This month's bonus will be deducted.

The third curse of Company K: It is very easy to have bad luck when in contact with Mr. Mo. Mr. Mo has a physique that summons bad luck!

Mr. Mo, male, age is unknown, hobbies are unknown, favorite food is unknown, the place he most wants to go is unknown, the most memorable life experience is unknown, his special skills are expressionless face and summoning bad luck.The big BOSS known as the wind and rain, the ultimate NPC of bloody storms.

To put it in a very vulgar way, it is indeed terrifying.In fact, Mr. Mo is not a monster, but he has become the horror No. 1 of K Company, a legendary walking doom spreading machine.After all, it is probably because Mr. Mo is always unsmiling, so it is easy to cause nervous panic, right?However, there are always a few demonized characters in every life circle, otherwise life would not be so much fun.

Well, Mr. Mo, who has been demonized at the moment, looks at the invitation card of the reception on the table, thinking about who should be brought to share the burden, and make it an artificial barrier against wine.After thinking about it, Mr. Mo thought of Mr. Fei who he met in the morning.

Mr. Fei has been in K company for three or four years. He graduated from university and worked as a small accountant in the finance department.Well, he looks deceptively elitist, and he's an interesting guy.Mr. Mo pursed the corner of his mouth, and used the extension to call his assistant, Mr. Strict.

As a result, when Mr. Fei was checking the report and was stupefied, while secretly planning the progress of the online game after returning home tonight, when he heard that he was going to accompany Mr. Mo to the reception, he once again hated Mr. Mo's physique of summoning bad luck. .It's all him, it's all his fault!

Based on the summary of this case, Mr. Mo has today's reputation, in fact, a large part of it is due to everyone's automatic brain supplementation!

The atmosphere in the car going to the venue was extremely tense, and Mr. Fei decided not to talk to Mr. Mo any more.

Of course, although Mr. Mo usually speaks little, he is still a normal person.At this moment, he also felt the unnatural atmosphere, so he said: "Why don't you talk, is it difficult to socialize with me today?"

Mr. Fei was so flattered that Director Mo actually took the initiative to talk to me!But Mr. Fei was secretly refreshed, and he remained calm on the surface. He replied in a strange way: "Director Mo is overthinking, and I am willing to do my best."

Mr. Mo choked for a moment, and glanced at Mr. Fei with some hesitation: What is this guy, why is he so weird?So Mr. Mo stopped talking and concentrated on driving.

Mr. Fei at the side snickered, and got caught.

In fact, there is nothing specific to do at the reception, it is nothing more than dealing with interpersonal relationships and entertainment.Although Mr. Fei is reluctant, he is not the protagonist, so he can enjoy himself.When Mr. Mo got away from the entertainment, he found that Mr. Fei had disappeared.Mr. Mo was going to go outside the venue to get some air alone, so he met Mr. Fei outside the venue who was also about to disappear intermittently.

"It's hard to deal with them, isn't it?" Mr. Fei said with deep sympathy, but he secretly smiled in his heart. Considering Mr. Mo's character, this kind of entertainment is really terrible.

"Fortunately," Mr. Mo said lightly, "you have to get used to it."

Mr. Fei thought of the theorem of doom, and a little annoyed, he took the initiative to talk to Mr. Mo again.

"Do you really dislike getting along with me?" Perhaps it was because of drinking, or because the atmosphere of the conversation just now was good, Mr. Mo took the initiative to speak.

Facing the question from his immediate boss, Mr. Fei still had to answer: "Of course not, you are my boss after all. I would be nervous." Well, he used an extremely weird particle at the end of the sentence.

Mr. Mo thought it was a little funny, but he still said seriously: "You don't seem to want to talk to me."

"Hey, is there?" Mr. Fei shifted his gaze a little guilty, wanting to find some topics anywhere to prove that he can still chat with his boss.

A small party was probably being held somewhere in the hotel. Mr. Fei happened to see a few foreign young people in avant-garde clothes passing by, so he said to Mr. Mo with a heart full of [-]: "You are my boss, I think Small talk is not good. For example, if I was here with a co-worker, I would probably say to him, look at that youngman's pants are falling off, and his underwear is rainbow colors. But, it's not good for you and me would say so."

Although Mr. Fei was very close to the young man, he didn't deliberately lower his volume, probably because he felt that the language barrier was safe.

But a miraculous scene happened, the young man's eyelids turned red quickly, he silently walked to the corner, and silently lifted the pants that were about to fall off.And the other youngman stood where he was, smiling frequently and turning his head to look at Mr. Fei.

Mr. Mo coughed, and said in an unnatural voice: "Uh, it seems that they can understand Chinese."

Mr. Fei nodded calmly, but inwardly he roared with tears.Why does the theorem of doom strike him every time today, but it is better to make a detour when we meet Mr. Mo tomorrow!

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you home? I didn't drink much tonight." Mr. Mo seemed to talk more than usual this evening, and Mr. Fei felt that this was not a good sign.

"Uh, I should be able to catch the last bus." Mr. Fei replied politely, angrily in his heart, of course you didn't drink, otherwise why would you bring me here.

Mr. Mo nodded and said nothing more.

Unfortunately, Mr. Fei made a wrong estimate and missed the last bus.Feeling his pockets, Mr. Fei reckoned with some annoyance that he didn't have enough money for a taxi.But he didn't want to pull himself off and go back to Mr. Mo.

I'm always thin-skinned.Mr. Fei scratched his head, feeling arrogant in his heart.

It was a bit chilly at night, Mr. Fei half leaned against the bus stop sign.This kind of idle night is not the first time, but this kind of waiting is so familiar.Suddenly, it seemed that he was back in college, waiting at the bus stop for Xiao Luo to come back from work.

Sometimes Xiao Luo came back by the last bus, and sometimes she pedaled her bicycle out of breath.When it was very cold at night, Xiao Luo would put the supper back in the pocket of his coat, and then take it out and let him put his hands in it to keep warm.

He fiddled with his mobile phone a little bored, bad, he seemed sleepy, but Mr. Fei suddenly didn't know who to call.If you let your friends know that you actually went to the reception, they will probably be surprised, right?

In fact, Mr. Fei really doesn't like public places. Too many people and too lively background make him feel uncomfortable.

If I had to name a reason, it would probably be because Mr. Fei's appearance was a bit eye-catching, right?Mr. Fei doesn't like others to pay attention to him for this reason. Of course, such an attitude sometimes makes people think he is hypocritical.

However, for a deeper reason, Mr. Fei really felt that his inner self did not conform to other people's fantasies about his appearance.

The coolness brought by the night wind made Mr. Fei shiver, and his hair was messed up.Mr. Fei straightened his hair against the window of a nearby car in the reflection of the street lamp.In the end, he pinched his cheeks habitually, making faces with the handsome face of an elite man.

Well, obviously he was careless, because within ten seconds, the car window came down, revealing Mr. Mo's distorted face.Mr. Fei was stunned.

"Hey, I think you didn't get the car." Mr. Mo said unnaturally, with a faint smile in his voice, "I was waiting for you to ask me for help. But, obviously, you don't seem to recognize my car. "

Mr. Fei turned his face away, and Mr. Mo saw that his ears were red.

"Well, that's fine," Mr. Fei stammered, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The atmosphere in the car was awkward again, Mr. Fei was reluctant to talk to Mr. Mo, and Mr. Mo didn't talk much in the first place.

When the car arrived downstairs at Mr. Fei's house, Mr. Fei said vaguely, "Tonight was really a pleasant night. Goodbye."

Mr. Mo felt helpless again, this man spoke in such a strange tone.But he still nodded expressionlessly: "Goodbye."

Mr. Fei seemed to be afraid that staying for another second would trigger bad luck, so he turned around quickly, and then tripped, but Mr. Fei stabilized himself in time, and turned his head to say to Mr. Mo, who had a subtle expression, "Goodbye."

Mr. Mo smiled slightly looking at the hurried figure, tonight is really a pleasant night.

"Xiao Luo, I'm back." Mr. Fei turned on the wall lamp at the entrance, illuminating the light yellow wall, giving him a warm feeling.But no one in the empty house answered him.Mr. Fei took off his shoes, walked into the living room, and lay down on the sofa.

No one in this room would ask him why he came back so late, or if he had a headache from drinking, or if he would help put the bath water out.In fact, even if that person is still there, he wouldn't do this, would he?

"Don't nag, it's annoying, you know that?"

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I'm really busy now. If you have excess energy, just dial a number and find someone to chat with."

"I have a social event today, and I will probably come back later in the evening. Okay, well, how can you call it a social event without drinking, I will see the situation."

In fact, even if that person is still there, he doesn't care if he returns late or has a headache.Because it's always that person who comes home late.

In the end, I will get tired of this place slowly, because there is only one nagging nonsense man here, he will only repeat meaningless topics to express his concern, he is afraid that if he does not talk in this limited time, it will eventually make them no longer know each other.However, in the end there was no way to recover.

Mr. Fei suddenly felt very tired, and this tiredness easily defeated the self-deception he had been doing all along.He was lying in the dim living room looking at the warm light in the entrance, he didn't know where he was, as if he lost his strength all of a sudden.

The feeling of dizziness is gradually getting stronger, this is Mr. Fei's secret, as long as he drinks too much, he will feel sleepy.Home at last, he thought, and sleep at last.

"Xiao Luo, good night," he said softly, "I'm sleepy and I can't move, can you help me back to bed..."

The hot and humid liquid slowly rolled down the corners of his eyes and into his hair. Mr. Fei felt that he had to fall asleep immediately because it was so uncomfortable.