[Net Match] Little pink, please stop making trouble

The interview results of the radio station finally came out before school started.When the call to inform the report came in, Chu Yang was trying to rescue his feet from Xia Ke's hands.

After he hung up the phone, Xia Ke pulled his feet into his arms again.Chu Yang's feet were white and tender, and Xia Ke had a great time playing: "Passed?"

"Report on September 9th!" Chu Yang triumphantly made a victory gesture, "Am I very good?"

"Yes, it's great!" After Xia Ke finished speaking, he kissed the back of his foot.

Chu Yang quickly retracted his feet: "Why did you kiss me all of a sudden!"

Xia Ke squinted his eyes intoxicated: "It smells so good, I want to take a bite."

"Don't be a hooligan! Seriously, I want to call my family and tell them about it."

"Don't you dare?"

"kind of."

"Then I'll listen to your call." He stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, "Call Auntie's cell phone to find out what's going on. If Uncle isn't so angry, you can let him answer the phone again."

Chu Yang felt that it made sense, so he dialed his mother's number.

It has been more than ten days since I brought back chicken wings last time.Chu Yang called his mother three times, but his father hadn't heard his voice for a long time.

Waiting for the call to connect, the long beep over there made people a little anxious.

Fortunately, it was quickly picked up over there.She seemed to have seen the caller ID and avoided Dad Chu's answer.

"Hello, Xiaoyang?"

"Mom, I passed the interview at the radio station!"

"Yo, is that right? When do you start working?"

"Next Monday, after half a year of trial, the tripartite agreement can be signed."

"Good boy, that's great. Mom's so proud of you!"

"Well, thank you Mom! Mom... Dad, is he still angry?"

On the other end of the phone, Mother Chu clutched her phone and looked back.The child's father sat on the sofa blowing his beard and staring, probably knowing that it was his son's phone.

"Your father has that temper. Hey, whenever I mentioned you to him these two days, he would quarrel with me and wouldn't listen to anything."

Chu Yang clenched his fists, and immediately felt a big hand wrapped around him, and his heart felt much more at ease. "Mom, I'm sorry. Dad, is he still emotionally stable now? I want to talk to him."

"Hey... you can say it yourself."

Mother Chu returned to the sofa with her mobile phone: "His dad, answer the phone."

Father Chu snorted and turned his head to the other side awkwardly.

"I'm looking for you, answer the phone!"

"You think I don't know that it's that little bastard Xiaoyang calling? You two have been talking secretly behind my back for so long before you realize that you want me to answer it, but I won't answer it!" After finishing speaking, he snorted again and turned his head twist away.

"You are so old, why are you having a temper with your son?" Mother Chu couldn't stand it anymore, and put the microphone to her mouth again, "Your father is like an old child. Come back someday when you are free, and coax him." Coax him, ah."

"Who wants him to coax you! I'm not joking, if he still wants to be with that Xia Ke, don't come back! If you want me to promise this, there's no way!"

Mother Chu saw that her husband was angry again, fearing that Chu Yang would be sad again, so she hung up the phone quickly.

Listening to the busy tone from the mobile phone, Chu Yang sighed and leaned all his weight on the person behind him.

"Don't be sad, uncle is much better now than at the beginning, let's take it slowly."

He raised his neck and kissed Xia Ke on the chin: "Well, good."

***

The start of school every fall is like a new metabolism.The seniors of the previous class leave the school, and the freshmen of the new class are the fresh blood injected.

In the golden autumn of September, there are fresh expectations and restlessness in the campus; there is confusion of choice and nervousness of waiting.

The beginning of school every autumn is a turning point for the newly promoted senior students from the ivory tower to the society.

All the teaching courses have been completed in the junior year, and the tasks of the senior students are only the graduation thesis and finding a good job for themselves.

Few people can start to act in the last summer vacation, and wait until the school starts now to feel a little nervous about being left behind.Many of them don't even know what they want.

Chu Yang benefited from his early planning of his employment direction, so in the last summer vacation, he found this enviable trial opportunity for himself with a clear goal.

Instead of fishing for three days and posting on the Internet for two days as in the internship, he needs to appear in that small office every day from 9:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm—this music program is not broadcast in prime time.

Although the weight of the program is not very important, such an "assistant anchor" position is beyond the reach of many people.

Chu Yang cherishes this opportunity very much.When I first arrive at the office every day, I start listening to music and writing manuscripts.

Although his sense of music is not very good, thanks to his immersion in the online music industry for so long, he is very comfortable writing music reviews for Chinese-style tunes, and occasionally has some unique insights.Although he has not been able to directly take on the important task of being an anchor, many of the music reviews have been adopted and edited in the final host manuscript, which seems to have become a small feature of him.Chu Yang is also very satisfied with such a small achievement.

After working for a week, Chu Yang learned a lot, and got along very happily with several qualified teachers.While pouring tea in the tea room, he wondered if he wanted to buy some small cakes for everyone to share with his birthday in two days.

But I didn't expect to hear such a conversation in such a place.

"Tell me, what Chu Yang, I was such a good person at the beginning. When I was recruited, I was directly an assistant anchor. In the end, I still did some manuscript writing work like our anchor assistants."

"You don't know that, they came in through the back door!"

"Open the back door? This is really a big deal! I was scared to death!"

The two voices laughed together, and the first voice said, "Do you know who led the basket?"

"Is it the TV station, where the requirements are higher than ours? It seems that he came here because he couldn't survive there. I guess he won't be able to survive here for long."

"That's right, it's disgusting to see his silly smile."

The footsteps of the two people turned a corner and entered the bathroom.Chu Yang summoned up a lot of courage to come out of the tea room, and then quickly returned to his seat.

I felt like I was about to lose control of my expression, but I still clenched my left fist.The manuscript paper was scattered on the table, and what was displayed on the computer screen seemed to be out of focus.

He didn't know what to do with himself, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him all the time, and then he laughed in his heart as a person who walked through the back door.

After finally getting off work, he returned to Xia Ke's house.He didn't know what to do, and he didn't even think about having dinner. He just sat on the sofa, holding the cushion under him helplessly.

He maintained this posture until Xia Ke came back.

Xia Ke saw the darkness in the room, and turned on the light in the living room: "Why don't you turn on the light?" Turning his head, he saw Chu Yang who was like a sculpture.

Kicking off the shoes, before he had time to change into the slippers, he came over and sat beside him, asking softly, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yang closed and opened his eyes again: "Did you finally help me open the back door?"

"You know?" Xia Ke raised his hand, wanting to hug him, "You have to know that you are not the only one who walks through the back door. If you don't make connections, even if you are better, this position may not be given to you. "

"But originally this position is the assistant of the anchor?" Chu Yang patted his hand away, stood up and looked at Xia Ke.

"You have no experience, and you don't know how much impact the level of the start will have on the future..."

"I hate you!" Chu Yang cried out, stopping Xia Ke from continuing, "So I'm so useless in your eyes! I need you to protect me everywhere, and I can't do anything without you. Huh! You, Shake, will always be superior and I can only rely on your shadow!"

Xia Ke clamped his hand and fixed the man in his arms: "Okay, I get it, you don't like this. But this society is full of injustice, and it forces us to do this. I admit that it was me who hid it from you before. No, but I'm also doing it for your own good."

"What I hate the most is your saying that you are good for me! You are good for me, why don't you think about my feelings? I have told you so many times that I have to rely on my own efforts, but you just perfunctory me !Shake, I know how proud you are but I didn't know you would be so self-righteous!"

"Chu Yang," Xia Ke's voice cooled down, "If you are angry, be angry, but don't say something too much."

Imprisoned in Xia Ke's arms, Chu Yang couldn't use his fists and feet, but he also calmed down because of Xia Ke's words. "I will not continue to do this job."

"Don't get emotional, what else can you do if you don't do this?" Xia Ke's voice was soothing when he leaned closer to his ear, "It's good to let go of your anger, huh?"

"I want to leave."

"Ok?"

"I said... I want to leave." Chu Yang repeated this sentence calmly.

"Leave what?"

"Get out of here, your home... or... this city..."

Xia Ke suddenly moved the other person to face him: "Chu Yang, what do you mean!"

"Your Xia Ke's light is too dazzling. In this city, I, Chu Yang, will probably be in your light forever. I want to go to another city and break out by myself."

"This is the answer you gave me?" Xia Ke said with disbelief in his tone, "What about us? Are you planning a long-distance relationship?"

Chu Yang lowered his head, trying to see his toes clearly.But tears blurred his vision. "Let's... let it be."

"Chu Yang! Some things can't be said as a joke! Even if it's a quarrel, you can't speak out in anger! Did you hear that!"

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