Dumb painter giants grudge

Wen Rang stared at the photo for a long time, then quietly exited.

He thought about it, and asked.

He Shishen was outside the bathroom of the meeting hall, when he saw the message from Wen Rang, he didn't quite understand what it meant.

Wen: What is your relationship with Jiang Lele?

He: Just ordinary employees, what's the matter? [Shows teeth]

Wen: Really.

He: Last time I told him to fire him, but if you still refused, then I will fire him tomorrow.

Wen: Do you want to open it?

He: It's fine if you don't get angry.

Wen: Do you know what makes me angry?

He: Do you think I got too close to him?

Wen: Yes.

He: Then I know, I will change it.

He: I will go back soon.

Wen: Up to you.

It could be seen that he was indeed very angry, and He Shishen had no interest in staying any longer.

"Mr. He! Where are you going?" Jiang Lele grabbed He Shishen's arm at the entrance of the hall.

He Shishen would shake off the opponent's hand in disgust: "Stay away from me."

"Mr. He, what do you mean by that?" Jiang Lele's eyes were about to water.

"I said, stay away from me." He Shishen said seriously, "It's good for me and Han Shuo."

Jiang Lele seemed to have heard something, "Guan Hanshuo... what's the matter with Hanbu?"

"You know it yourself." He Shishen left quickly without looking at the other party.

Another misfortune, He Shishen ran into Song Li in the parking lot.

"Where is Mr. He going in such a hurry." Song Li was smoking again.

He Shishen stopped and said coldly, "Mr. Song, we meet again, but let's talk next time."

"Are you in a hurry to go home?" Song Li blocked the way, "It's still early, why don't you have another drink?"

"I don't think it's necessary." He Shishen stood up straight.

The two are like two pine trees, standing facing each other, and no one can dislike the other.

"Our company is very grateful to Mr. He for coming today. It's a great honor." Song Li smoked more than half of his fingers.

Speaking of this, He Shishen grinned: "Then I really want to congratulate your company, the potential is not small."

"Mr. He has won the award. The Song family is still far behind He Zong, but Mr. He said so, we will definitely work harder. Mr. He doesn't mind if we score five or five with you?" Song Li also smiled quite For presumptuousness.

He Shishen snorted inwardly, "The market belongs to everyone, how can there be a saying that you don't mind, but I didn't expect the relationship between Mr. Song and Mr. Song."

"It turns out that Mr. He doesn't know. Song Rong is my elder brother, but he just returned to China this year to join the company. It's right that Mr. He doesn't know. Please bear with us, Mr. He." Song Li took a puff of smoke.

Something floated in He Shishen's mind, "Then let's do this for today, and I will go back beforehand."

"Hey, don't worry, Mr. He doesn't want to talk to me?"

"What can we talk about between Mr. Song and I?"

"Wen Rang."

When Song Li said Wen Rang's name, his eyes were filled with incomprehensible pride, which made He Shishen feel very angry.

"There should be no need for Mr. Song to say anything more between Wen Rang and me." He Shishen also straightened his attitude.

"Oh? Mr. He doesn't seem to want to know about Wen Rang's past." Song Li exhaled the last circle of smoke, "Unfortunately, I still want to talk to Mr. He about Wen Rang's high school days."

As expected, He Shishen was caught. Song Li poured He Shishen half a glass of wine, and the two sat facing each other outside the balcony on the second floor of the meeting hall.

"He Shishen must also know that Wen Rang won't bring up the past easily." Song Li also poured himself half a glass of wine.

Downstairs there was the sound of toasting, as well as the chatter and laughter of the crowd.

"He is all ears."

Song Li handed him a cigarette, but He Shishen refused, "Mr. He doesn't smoke, but Wen Rang really doesn't like smokers."

He Shishen really doesn't smoke, but he doesn't know whether Wen Rangxi likes it or not, but when the words come out of Song Li's mouth, it's...

"I've also talked about it before. Wen Rang and I are classmates in high school, that is, classmates for three years. During those three years, we were always together, including commuting to and from school, eating and playing ball, drinking and singing." Song Li Ruohua He carefully looked at He Shishen's face.

He Shishen gritted his teeth secretly, "I see."

"However, Wen Rang's temper was not as bad as it is now. We often went to play together after school, and sometimes we didn't go back until it was dark. At that time, he liked to laugh."

In fact, Song Li did not say the latter sentence purely to stimulate the other party, but from his heart.

"He likes to laugh..." He Shishen murmured in his heart, and couldn't help but feel disappointed. Now Wen Rang hardly likes to laugh.

"There were so many people who liked him in the past. In the first semester, two girls in the class handed him love letters, but he didn't read them. I showed them to help him refuse."

He Shishen thinks about it too, he is likable when he hears it and looks at it.

"However, there are inevitably boys who like him." Song Li shook his wine glass.

"Really." He Shishen pretended to be calm.

Song Li clinked glasses with He Shishen on his own, "Yeah, after all, Wen Rang Xuefu is pretty and has such good grades, so it's not surprising that he attracts the same sex, but unfortunately, he didn't agree to any of them."

Speaking of this, He Shishen felt relieved.

"After all, Wen Rang was with me all day long, and he didn't think about falling in love, he just talked about it in the future." Song Li took a sip, "However, if I say this, Mr. He is somewhat unhappy."

Of course He Shishen is not happy, but since it is the past, so what can he do, "Mr. Song just say it."

"Of course, we're not just two people all the time. We'll have two friends later on. The four of us will travel together until we graduate from high school. We'll be almost like brothers." Song Li said, feeling nostalgic in his heart.

"Yes, what about the other two."

Song Li seemed to be sighing, "Wen Rang hasn't appeared in these years, so the four of us have never seen each other, but a few days ago, one of my friends other than Wen Rang and I came back, and the three of us got together .”

———————Gathering together?

--------when?

———————Wen Rang didn't seem to mention it.

"Then there's another one." He Shishen didn't dare to express the question in his heart.

"That one is busy, and I don't think we'll be able to see him for a while. If he comes back, the four of us will probably have a get together. If Mr. He doesn't mind, why don't you come with Wen Rang next time?" Song Li said He lit a cigarette.

He Shishen felt as if he was being ridiculed, "However, no matter how I look at it, Wen Rang doesn't seem to like Mr. Song very much."

Song Li couldn't help clenching his cigarette butt, "Mr. He was joking. After all, we haven't seen each other for many years, and Wen Rang is a slow-moving person. It's not surprising."

"……right."

Song Li put the lighter aside, "No matter how much you don't want to see each other, he and I have been friends for at least eight years, don't you think so?"

☆、Christmas Special Virtual Edition

Time: On Christmas Eve.

"Hey, I'm serious, come here and make a wish, Santa Claus will definitely make it for you." He Shishen was hanging stars on the Christmas tree.

Wen Rang pretended not to hear, and sat on the sofa watching TV.

"Don't believe me, this is country M after all, and it's managed by Santa Claus. Maybe your wish will come true." He Shishen clapped his hands after hanging the last bell on the tree.

What is Jiangzhi's speech, Wen Rang pressed the remote control boredly.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and he didn't know if he would be able to return to China in a few days, so Wen Rang wrapped himself tightly in the blanket.

"Stop watching, it's time to go to bed." He Shishen grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV, "Go upstairs and make a wish with Santa Claus."

Wen Rang struggled a bit, and He Shishen simply carried the blanket upstairs together.

After closing the window, the sound of snow falling outside became quieter.

He Shishen hung the two red socks on the head of the bed, Wen Rang shook his head, not wanting to participate in it.

"Make a wish." He Shishen pulled Wen Rang up from the bed, and the two stood in front of the window, looking at the snowy sky outside the window.

"You have to put your hands together."

Wen Rang didn't know what was going on with this man, but he was forced by the other party's expectations, so he could only pretend to be devout and put his hands together.

"Don't peek at me now, you have to face the window and close your eyes to make a wish. Come on, it will come true with two people." After He Shishen finished speaking, he closed his eyes and made a wish earnestly.

Forget it, Wen Rang also closed his eyes and began to make a wish.

However, he suddenly didn't know what to do, so after thinking about it, he made a wish that he thought was more reliable.

Wen Rang opened his eyes, and the people around him had already made a wish and were staring at him.

"What did you promise?" He Shishen put one hand on the other's shoulder and said while looking at the white patches outside the window.

Wen Rang shook his head, he would not admit such a stupid thing.

"You didn't promise to have a baby, did you?" He Shishen pinched Wen Rang's waist, and Wen Rang countered with a punch that landed on the opponent's back.

He Shishen bowed and carried the other party up and walked to the bed, "If you want to give birth, you can give birth. It's not like we don't have that condition."

…………

After being exhausted, Wen Rang saw that the curtains on the window hadn't been drawn yet, and something shiny slipped past outside the window, like a shooting star.

But he just felt that he should be sleepy and dazzled, so he simply fell asleep with the people around him.

Wen Rang seemed to have had a dream. He dreamed that God told him what time of day he would be given.

The next day, Christmas, was early.

Wen Rang opened his eyes, the curtains were still open, the snow had stopped, and some faint sunlight came in.

He moved his body. Fortunately, the problem was not serious. He Shishen had already woken up and was probably preparing breakfast.

Wen Rang yawned, but felt that something was weird.

But he didn't think too much, and went downstairs after washing up.

"Wake up." He Shishen was setting the plates, "Have you seen the presents in the socks?"

Wen Rang shook his head, how could he remember such a silly thing?

"I knew you didn't watch it. You can watch it later. Let's have breakfast first." He Shishen rolled his sleeves, and there were two naked dark red scratches on his forearm.

Wen Rang looked down at his fingernails, they were indeed a bit long.

"We'll go back in a few days, so we won't have to eat these things every day." He Shishen said while biting a piece of toast.

In fact, this trip to country M was because He Shishen found a medical institution, saying that it might be possible to cure Wen Rang's vocal cords, but after the two arrived, they did miscellaneous examinations, but ended in disappointment.

He Shishen didn't dare to mention it, neither did Wen Rang.

In the end, it became a vacation, and by the way, feel the festival style of a foreign country.

"Why don't you just talk about this certificate abroad." He Shishen said holding up a knife and fork.

Wen Rang has heard this sentence countless times this month, and he has answered many times: whatever.

"Hey, do you want me to be envious of others... Hey." He Shishen put down the tableware, "Don't talk about certificates, you can let me hold a wedding."

Wen Rang thought about it, and it was nothing. In fact, he didn't say that he couldn't get a certificate, but He Shishen was always nagging, and he was so noisy.

"Yeah." Wen let the throat speak.

"Huh?" He Shishen became interested, "Are you agreeing to me? Are you still panting?"

Wen Rang was about to become speechless early in the morning, and said silently: "Asshole."

What was that sound just now?

"What did you say? Say it again?" He Shishen suddenly became nervous, "Say it again."

Wen Rang's throat suddenly got stuck, his face changed drastically, and his lips parted slightly, "Bastard?"

"Did you talk?!" He Shishen grabbed the other's wrists and squatted beside Wen Rang, his expression tense and full of disbelief, "Did you talk, ah? Wen Rang, did I hear you wrong? Say it again!"

Wen Rang's heart beat extremely fast, he heard it, it was his voice!I don't know what's going on in the throat, it seems to be ventilated all of a sudden.

"I..." Wen Rang looked at the person below him, his voice trembling, "I said you bastard."

Muscle memory and cognitive awareness suddenly awakened, and Wen Rang made the three chambers work again after a long absence.

Are you dreaming?After these words, both of them froze for a few seconds.

"Again, say it again." He Shishen's voice trembled even more, even shaking Wen Rang's hand with both hands, "Say it again, okay?"

Wen Rang swallowed his saliva, then exhaled again, relying on the potential functions of the human body for more than ten years, opened his lips again, looked into He Shishen's eyes and said, "Shishen."

Tears welled up in He Shishen's eyes instantly, his chest seemed to be flooded with water, and his whole body seemed like a water-filled balloon about to explode, "Are you calling me?"

"Hmm." Wen Rang's heart seemed to be surging, and he tried his best to pretend to be calm, and said again: "I'm calling you, Shi Shen."

Pat, He Shishen's tear ran across his cheek and hit his knee, his eyes were red, "Can you scream again?"

Wen Rang got down from the chair, hugged He Shishen, patted him on the back, and said clearly, "He Shishen, did you hear that?"

"I heard it, I heard it, I heard your voice." He Shishen buried his head on the opponent's shoulder, with well-developed tear glands gushing out water.

Wen Rang pulled the other party up, He Shishen's cheeks were covered with tears, "Is it a dream?"

"No." Wen Rang wiped away the other party's tears with his sleeve, "You, cry, what?"

"Because I heard your voice."

………………

Wen Rang's voice at this time was so unfamiliar to him, he lost his voice when he was a teenager, so naturally his voice now is not the same as before, it is more or less mature.

"Okay, can you call me again?" He Shishen hugged Wen Rang on the sofa this morning, not allowing him to go anywhere, just letting the other party talk to him.

"I've already called, you've been up all morning." Wen Rang was still a little unaccustomed to being able to speak, and felt a little struggling.

He Shishen kissed him again, "Not enough, I can't hear enough."

"Then why do you want to listen?" Wen Rang's voice was actually a little soft, far from the sense of alienation in Wen Rang's memory.

"Anything is fine, just talk. I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's a dream, I'm afraid you won't be able to say anything after a while, I want to listen to one more sentence." He Shishen was extremely worried.

After all, I couldn't believe such a sudden thing.

Wen Rang pondered for a while, "I don't know why, maybe, today, or maybe tomorrow, I will go back to dumb again, you will, you will be unhappy."

"No, I can accept anything. It's just me. I'm so happy now. Even if you can't speak for a second, as long as you are by my side, I'm happy. Do you understand?" He Shishen said solemnly said.

Wen Rang nodded habitually, "I know, I understand."

"Do you know what I wished last night?" He Shishen's nose touched the other's nose.

Wen Rang's eyelashes moved, "What is it?"

"I want to hear your voice, I want to hear your words, just a word." He Shishen said in a slow voice, "What about you, what wish did you make?"

Wen Rang looked at the other person's pupils and said, "I hope all your wishes come true."

"Wen Rang." He Shishen seemed to see something in his heart.

Wen Rang smiled, "I'm afraid you won't hear it tomorrow, I have something to tell you."

"What?"

Wen Rang kissed He Shishen lightly on the lips, and then said to him seriously: "Shishen, I love you."

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