overdue lover

"Something happened to me, and I'm not in a good mood."

Ji Qinglin replied to Mr. Floys only a week later.

Gu Yinmo listened to Luo Huan's report absently, tapped his fingers on the table irregularly, and glanced at the WeChat messages before he sat up slightly.

"Come here first today," Gu Yinmo waved his hand, and then said to Luo Huan, "I have an appointment with Lawyer Shen tonight, and I just said... I have something to show him."

Luo Huan nodded, wrote down the itinerary and left the study.

Gu Yinmo leaned back in the boss chair, relaxed his body, and squinted at the dialog box in front of him.

Half an hour later, another message popped up.

"Sorry Mr. Floys, I was not able to reply to your message in time."

Negative emotions poured out from the screen, and the smile on Gu Yinmo's lips slowly faded away.

He was thinking about how to reply, so that he didn't appear to be excessive or overly deliberate, and he could draw the topic well without making Ji Qinglin feel abnormal.

After thinking for a moment, he typed a few words on the screen: There is no disappointment, life and death are normal.

After typing these words, Gu Yinmo felt a bit pretentious, so he pressed the backspace key a few times to delete them.

Ji Qinglin, who was hiding under the quilt, received a reply from Mr. Floys a few minutes later.

"What happened?"

Just one sentence made Ji Qinglin's eyes slowly turn red.

Watching the phone screen go dark, he sniffled, not knowing how to tell Mr. Floys about his dismissal.

Will he be ridiculed, will his professional ability be questioned, will Mr. Floys be disappointed in himself... All kinds of questions linger in his mind, making him breathless.

The screen came on again, and Mr. Floys asked again: Where are you?

He probably asked this question because he was worried about something happening to him. Ji Qinglin wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and replied: "I'm at home."

Fearing that Mr. Floys might not believe it, he said, "I'm fine."

After replying, Ji Qinglin lifted the quilt, lay on the bed with the word "big" on his back, looked at the ceiling and sighed deeply.

It wasn't until he heard Xin He talk about firing himself in front of everyone that Ji Qinglin realized that the alienation and strangeness that seemed to be there before was not his illusion.

Xin He said before that participating in the competition is just a test - to test whether he has the idea of ​​leaving the studio and whether he wants to continue working for the studio.

Thinking of this, Ji Qinglin tightly covered his heart with his hands.

There are thousands of endings of entrepreneurial failure in the world, but Ji Qinglin never imagined that he would be "swept out" by Xin He and end up in such an embarrassing end.

Am I really doing something wrong?

How can anyone accomplish nothing at this age?

Ji Qinglin's breathing became short of breath, he closed his eyes and frowned, the pain in his heart still hit him uncontrollably.

He felt that he was the only loser in the world. Fear and confusion about the future, doubt and pain about friendship, doubt and harshness about himself, all turned into sharp knives, piercing straight through his body and killing him. Nailed to the pillar of shame.

He even suspected that his existence was a mistake.

During the week of hiding at home, his mother's scolding continued to circulate in his mind. He only dared to hide under the quilt, no matter how stuffy it was, he didn't dare to come out.

The birds chirping and the wind outside the quilt, the rain and thunder made him tremble with fear.

Until he turned on his phone today and saw a message from Mr. Floys asking about his recent situation a week ago.

Out of respect, Ji Qinglin mustered up the courage to reply to the message.

He thought that after such a long time, the busy Mr. Floys would stop talking to him, but he was flattered to receive a reply to the inquiry.

It's like a person in the dark suddenly sees the light of the sky.

Pushing aside the snow covered in the cold winter, I was pleasantly surprised to find a rose hidden under a dead branch.

"Are you unemployed? Or are you experiencing financial difficulties? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Seeing these three sentences, the pain in Ji Qinglin's heart was temporarily relieved.

He is indeed unemployed, but he knows many people in the industry. It is not difficult to find another media company or studio. He has no financial difficulties. He has worked hard for so many years and has considerable savings. He has no needs Mr. Floys Where to help, he just...does not want to admit his failure, and needs someone to accompany him.

Mr. Floys's words made the dark side of his heart nowhere to hide.

Ji Qinglin held the phone and started crying like a child.

Feelings of unwillingness, loss, being deceived, and shame mixed in his heart, filled his chest, and finally turned into tears.

"Mr. Floys, a week ago, I was fired by the studio, and now I am unemployed. I am going to look for a job again after I am released."

Ji Qinglin purposely told his experience in a relaxed tone, a few words almost used up all his strength.

But this was not enough, Ji Qinglin said again: "Mr. Floys, can I ask you to meet?"

Tell this to Mr. Floys, and at the same time tell Ji Qinglin himself.

He needed a motivation to go out and face the strange world again, so he pinned his hopes on Mr. Floys, hoping that he could give him a hand.

In a way, he was trying to save himself.

He just didn't know whether Mr. Floys would give him, a stranger who met by chance, a chance to live.

Hastily making such a rude request, Ji Qinglin was prepared in his heart that Mr. Floys would not answer.

After laying down the phone for a while, he slowly stretched his hands towards his neck.

The moment his fingers clasped the skin of his neck, goosebumps arose on his back. Ji Qinglin never thought that his fingers would be so cold.

The fingers gradually tightened unconsciously. First, there was a feeling of squeezing the sides of the neck from the fingertips, and then the tiger's mouth began to exert force, paralleling the downward force of the contraction. The air in the throat was squeezed out, and Ji Qinglin closed his mouth tightly. His heart was beating wildly, and the room was so quiet that the only sound was his heartbeat.

The strength in his hands was suddenly relieved, fresh air gushed into his respiratory tract and throat, and Ji Qinglin coughed violently while laying on the bedside.

After coughing for a while, he looked at his fingers with a pale face.

For a moment, he really wanted to strangle this useless self to death.

He thought, it is obviously a flaw in his own personality, but throwing his problems and hopes to others is not a kind of moral kidnapping.

Even if Mr. Floys were willing to help himself, it would be unfair.

He needs to walk the next road by himself, and only he can bear the next suffering.

Thinking this way, Ji Qinglin picked up the phone, but at some point Mr. Floys gave him the answer he wanted most at first.

"Well, if seeing me makes you any happier, I'll do it."

"Thank you, Mr. Floys." While waiting, Ji Qinglin's mood improved a lot, and he wrote again, "But...the only one who can save me is myself."

Mr. Floys was not annoyed by Ji Qinglin's repentance. Instead, he smiled and said calmly, "Okay, I hope to meet you at the IPA awards ceremony."

Ji Qinglin tilted his head and looked at the phone, and smiled, feeling that Mr. Floys was thinking too much.

It is hard for him to go out and meet people in this state now, to attend the awards ceremony, standing in front of so many people, he can only run away.

Afterwards, Mr. Floys said: "Everyone is lonely, you have to get used to living without company."

This sentence makes sense, Ji Qinglin silently wrote it down, and conveniently organized it into the electronic account he made, ready to take it out and read it at any time.

After finishing his mood, he pulled on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up. His phone vibrated, and it was a bank transfer message.

It was the liquidated damages and salary given to him by the studio.

Ji Qinglin held the handle of the electric toothbrush and counted the zeros in the transfer information expressionlessly, and heaved a long sigh of relief after confirming that it was correct.

【Speak】

A certain sentence in this chapter is a foreshadowing hhh

Happy April! ! !I was too busy yesterday so I didn't update, and I will resume daily updates next time! ! !

Good night in advance! ! !