easy love

The atmosphere in the office today is a little different from usual, and Rococo is interrupted from reading by the sound of knocking on the table from time to time.

Probably the other party said something that touched Zhuang Mu's bottom line. Zhuang Mu, who had been holding back his anger while holding the microphone, suddenly broke out and yelled at the phone, making Luo Keke, whose ears had been tense, unconsciously look back. to him.

At this moment, Zhuang Mu's furrowed brows and his constant gestures of raising his forehead clearly expressed his anger and anxiety. This is the Zhuang Mu that Luo Keke has never seen before. For him, this situation is considered out of control.

Zhuang Mu hung up the phone heavily, raised his head with cold eyes and met Rococo's sight.It was only then that Luo Keke realized that he had been staring at him for a long time without knowing it, and fled away in a panic, flipping through the file in his hand casually with his fingers.

"Huh." Zhuang Mu slumped down on the chair and rubbed the space between his brows, "It's really troublesome."

He took out the cigarettes from the drawer, and stood by the window with the ashtray in hand.A cigarette was finished in a short while, Zhuang Mu lit another one immediately, turned to meet Rococo's eyes again, Zhuang Mu smiled wryly.

Luo Keke wanted to look away, but he was afraid that it would be more embarrassing, so he simply looked at Zhuang Mu calmly.A gust of wind came in from the window, passing Rococo's nostrils with a faint smell of smoke and Zhuang Mu's usual perfume.

"Have you almost finished reading the case file?"

"Just flipped through it roughly."

"Do you know why I asked you to watch legal aid cases?" Zhuang Mu's voice sounded a little tired.

Luo Keke knew it in his heart, but he knew that Zhuang Mu's question didn't need his answer, and now Zhuang Mu just needed a listener.

"Vulnerable groups are the ones who most need the law to protect their rights. This is my original intention of studying law."

Such Zhuang Mu is noble, compared with himself.Law in Rococo is just a useful tool to make money and achieve happiness in the future, but Rococo does not feel shameless. If he has the same background as Zhuang Mu, he will definitely be as enthusiastic about public welfare as he is .Only those who are rich in material life and spiritual life can really help others.

"Is it because of your friend's phone call?" Luo Keke didn't even expect that for the first time, caring for others would be so natural.

The depression in Zhuang Mu's heart was swept away, a faint smile flashed across his face, and he asked, "If it were you, what would you do?"

"I don't have friends like friends." Rococo swallowed the original sentence bluntly.

Zhuang Mu laughed loudly, stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and suddenly became clear, "It's so good to be the one who gives! That's what it means for a gentleman not to have friends as good as himself!"

Zhuang Mu suddenly smiled like a ray of sunshine, domineeringly shot into Rococo's heart, the burning warmth made him feel dizzy, so dizzy that he didn't even have time to pay attention to the intimacy of "Xiao Ke" in the words title.

Zhuang Mu picked up the phone to call back, and said domineeringly, "If this happens again next time, your name will not be in my Zhuang Mu's friend list", then handsomely hung up the phone, and made a gesture at Rococo A triumphant smile, a bit childish.

"Ah! I'm in a good mood! It's lunch time. I'll take you to a restaurant. You will definitely like the food there. Thank you for your suggestion."

Rococo thought of his lunch box in the refrigerator, shook his head and refused.

"It's not good to eat frozen food all the time. Your body is the capital of a revolution. Let's go. You did me a great favor just now. Let me express my gratitude for whatever you say." After finishing speaking, Zhuang Mu picked up the table The mobile phone on the mobile phone walked out of the office first, and when passing by Rococo, she pouted to signal to keep up, leaving no room for rejection at all.

Zhuang Mu took Rococo on foot, and arrived at the entrance of a restaurant about 10 minutes later.

Zhuang Mu smiled and waved to the proprietress who was busy ahead.Luo Keke couldn't help looking around, the private restaurant was very warmly decorated, and the not-so-spacious restaurant was cleaned cleanly.On the wall are the family portraits of the proprietress's family, and there are many photos left by the guests when they dined here.

"This is the friend you mentioned?" The proprietress warmly greeted the two of them to sit down.

It turned out to have been arranged long ago!Luo Keke glanced at the other party clearly, Zhuang Mu smiled awkwardly.Changed the subject in a timely manner, "Mother Han, just do as I told you before, don't make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, you can't go wrong, I haven't seen you pay attention to these trivial things." After finishing speaking, the two who were in embarrassment at the same time left the small private room.

"Mother Han used to be a part-time worker in my family. The food she cooks is delicious. I kept suggesting that she open a restaurant, but she actually opened it. The business is pretty good." Zhuang Mu poured boiled water for Rococo, Self-care said.

Luo Keke stared at a photo on the wall with his head propped up. Zhuang Mu followed his gaze and said, "This is her husband, who died the year before last."

Although his tone was very calm, Zhuang Mu's eyes were obviously full of loneliness and unwillingness.Originally thought that Zhuang Mu would continue the conversation, but he remained silent.

"Why do you hate ginger and garlic so much?"

"Ah?" Luo Keke, who hadn't turned the corner for a while, was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Does this need a reason?"

"So you don't need a reason to hate me?" Zhuang Mu asked half-jokingly.

Luo Keke was silent, such a question was beyond his ability, he couldn't tell if he hated him, at least he didn't hate the person in front of him now.

When the proprietress came in with the delicious carrot rice, something subtly changed in the air.

"I asked Han Ma to make this specially. It's not on the restaurant menu." Zhuang Mu filled a bowl of carrot rice for Rococo, "Is there no reason to like carrots? Just like I like it very much... Appreciation You behave the same way."

When the sentence "Like" came out of Zhuang Mu's mouth, Luo Keke felt his heart stop beating for a second, and he had a feeling of wanting to escape. He felt as if he had jumped into a trap, a perfect hunting trap.So Zhuang Mu hastily changed the word after observing the trace of uneasiness flashing across Rococo's face.

Without waiting for Rococo to have a chance to react, Zhuang Mu quickly changed the subject: "I know you hate ginger and garlic, so I specifically explained to Han Mama. You can eat with confidence, I believe you will like Han Mama's craftsmanship."

Rococo picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the rice. The fluffy and carrot-flavored rice grains and carrot grains rolled into the mouth, and a burst of sweetness passed through the taste buds.

Zhuang Mu smiled and asked: "How is it?" The raised eyebrows seemed to say, 'I know you will like it. '

Rococo nodded and gave an affirmative answer, "It's delicious." Then he turned around and asked Mother Han, "How is this made?"

Zhuang Mu hurriedly pretended to be serious, and said, "This is his business secret, you can't steal it."

"First, I asked the proprietress directly, which is not considered stealing. Second, isn't this not on the menu? It shouldn't be considered a commercial secret, right?" Probably the satisfaction of taste made Rococo happy, and he didn't even realize it. He and Zhuang Mu bickered like a joke.

Han Ma looked at Zhuang Mu and said with a smile: "It's very simple, Zhuang Mu can do it, you can let him teach you, he can do it better than me!"

Luo Keke nodded in disappointment, savoring the carrot rice in the bowl with nostalgia, as if he was about to say goodbye to the carrot rice, Zhuang Mu couldn't laugh or cry.

"I'll teach you later when I have time. Mother Han is illiterate and can't speak clearly. She is afraid that she won't be able to teach you well."

After hearing this, Rococo felt better all of a sudden.

Zhuang Mu couldn't help but secretly looked at Rococo who was indulging in delicious food. He suddenly thought of a sentence "If you want to control a man's heart, you must first control his stomach." Gourmet way to grow carrots?Maybe that's a really good idea.

After finishing the meal, Rococo licked his lips with satisfaction, thankful that he agreed to Zhuang Mu's invitation today and was able to eat the carrot rice cooked by Han Ma.

"Why don't you always listen, how can I ask for your money!"

"Mother Han, how can you not charge money for opening a shop? If I eat here often, you won't lose money?"

"Nonsense! Even if you come every day, Mother Han will not lose money. How much can you eat? Can it eat more than ten pigs?"

Hearing Han Ma's words, Luo Keke couldn't help but put the image of a pig on the elegant Zhuang Mu in his mind, the picture was really funny.

Seeing the smile on Luo Keke's mouth, Zhuang Mu felt a sweetness in his heart, but he pretended to be angry and said to Han's mother, "How can you compare me to a pig!" In the mother's pocket.

Han's mother hurriedly refused: "You are a real kid. If it weren't for you, let alone this store, we would have no way to make a living..."

Zhuang Mu saw Han Ma mentioning the old story again, thinking that there was Rococo next to him, so he quickly stopped Han Ma's words, "Han Ma, one yard is one yard, that's what I should do, keep the money carefully, your daughter Don't you still have to go to college?"

Seeing Zhuang Mu's serious face, Mama Han had no choice but to accept the money, and stuffed the change into Zhuang Mu's hand: "Since you call me Mama Han, you have to accept the money. Mama Han can't make money from you, take it None of us will lose your cost, shall we?"

Zhuang Mu's face became softer, imitating Han Ma's accent and replied: "Success!"

On the way back, Luo Keke lowered his head and did not follow Zhuang Mu, but walked beside him. When he was approaching the office building, Luo Keke stopped, and Zhuang Mu looked back suspiciously.

"Is her husband a victim of the Hongji building tragedy?" Luo Keke suddenly remembered where the familiarity of the figure in the photo came from.He took that case file very seriously. It was a tragedy caused by a company's engineering safety. All the migrant workers died in that so-called "accident". Their humble lives became the payment for that tofu project. By.The company put all the responsibility on them, and used their engineering skills to cover up the fact that they cut corners.It was Zhuang Mu who sought justice for them, sent all the executives of that enterprise into an iron cage, and "recovered" the compensation they deserved for those family members who had lost their loved ones.

Zhuang Mu was silent for a moment, and then replied with some bitterness: "Sometimes people are very powerless when facing life, right?"

Luo Keke noticed Zhuang Mu's disappointment, and quickly comforted him: "You have done enough for them." The blurted words were the most direct reaction in his heart after seeing the loss, because, At that moment, my heart hurt a little.

"Nothing is more important than life." Zhuang Mu looked up at the sky, the corners of his eyes were a little sour, then he smiled and rubbed Rococo's hair, "Let's go, work."

Luo Keke looked at Zhuang Mu who was striding into the office vigorously, raised his head and looked at the blue sky, and found that the sun is really warm today.

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