I'm still doing fine

Chen Chen opened his eyes in a daze, and was instantly frightened by the bright sunlight leaking into his vision. He bounced off like an electric shock, grabbed his phone and rushed to the toilet.

Then dizzy, seeing the time on the lock screen.

Sunday, shit.

Chen Chen held on to the door frame, loosened his strength and sat down on the ground, his chest suddenly exploded with pain.

At the age of 28, it was the first time in his life that he got drunk without any worries. This behavior was dubbed by Si Jian, and he was 10 years late for the coming-of-age ceremony.

When talking about why he got drunk, Chen Chen glanced at the darkened computer screen, it was all because of the e-mail that he had left on a boring website five years ago and didn't receive until yesterday.

He had completely forgotten the person, he thought to himself, even though he has been single for so long, even though he still stubbornly refuses to participate in the so-called blind date where he met a friend, whether it is a man or a woman... But he had completely forgotten People, I recalled it last night.

That was no longer a good memory, for Chen Chen now, it was just pain for no reason.

Slowing down, he got up and walked into the bathroom. Although he didn't have to go to work in the morning, he still had to go to the company in the afternoon on the rest day. It was probably a tradition in the industry. Every now and then, he had to invite some famous people in various fields to give speeches. It's called "Holiday Salon".

Sometimes it is an architect, who talks about the design principles that have been heard badly in college professional courses; sometimes it is a planner, who interprets the latest design specification requirements; sometimes it is an industry consultant, who analyzes the A certain area that the company is taking over has an economic value of billions of dollars, in order to create a certain illusion for the painters that their work is extremely important...

It really doesn't have the leisure of a salon at all, Chen Chen gritted his toothbrush and thought angrily, if he doesn't want to deduct his salary, he must make up a long circle of friends to flatter him like crazy, claiming to be taught, but it's just working overtime in disguise.

Tucao returned to Tucao, sorted himself out of human form, took his bag and unplugged his charged mobile phone, he still hurriedly ran into the subway station, and rushed to the company building.

"Chen Chen," Lin Shuang at the front desk raised his eyes to the open elevator door, nodded with a smile, and his volume became lower and lower as he approached, "you must remember to bring your notebook to go in today. cursed out."

"Okay, I'll remember, this is for you." Chen Chen casually put a cup of milk tea without sugar on the counter, counting it as a reward for the guests she invited a few days ago, and raised the computer bag in his hand to signal, "You Look, if you do the math at home, you will know that there will be a catastrophe today, and Chen Banxian's skills have improved recently."

"Go ahead," Lin Shuang glanced at the milk tea and covered his mouth with a smile, "Don't rush to leave after the meeting. Xu Gong finally took a bet and said that he would invite us to dinner to celebrate."

"Definitely," Chen Chen yawned, moved his arms in half a circle, and walked towards the center of the salon, "Just remember to call me when the meeting is over, I didn't sleep well last night, I'll go in and catch up on sleep... "

"See you later!" Lin Shuang leaned out of the counter and waved to him.

"Be more reserved." The colleague beside her pulled at her skirt, "You can stick it in, who might not see it?"

"He didn't see it, at all." Lin Shuang shrank back, rubbing his face and smiling again, "But he gave me something, it's not a year, it's not a festival, and I'm not celebrating my birthday, so Is it a little improvement? Is he also interested in me?"

"Who knows?" The colleague was speechless and didn't point out. He just said, "There are thousands of people in the whole company, and he is a foreigner. He has no car or house, and his position is not high. What are you trying to do with him..."

"He doesn't have it, and I don't need it either." Lin Shuang was very serious, "You can't sell yourself for the house and car, right?"

She lowered her head, a little bit shy that she couldn't even put on blush, "I want him to be handsome, if he doesn't bother, that's enough."

"Don't bother?" The colleague raised his legs and moved, "Have you ever seen someone who is almost thirty and has never been on a blind date? Go back and ask your brother if he has seen it? The old man is not old, really."

As soon as the salon center enters the door, there is a continuous sunken staircase, which surrounds the podium in front of it in a circular shape, and there are many backrests at different heights.

The sofa on the ground, people who are familiar with each other in various departments have already circled the site in twos and threes.

Chen Chen looked around the audience with one hand on his hip, and finally found a vacant seat next to his close colleague in the corner of the highest row. He sat down and leaned against the wall. Looking around, he saw the shiny backs of many bald bosses.

Even if you look back, you will never look at the angle you came from, comfortable.

There was a lot of preparation ahead, Chen Chen took advantage of no one's attention, grabbed a lumbar pillow and put it against the wall, squinted his eyes and dozed off.

"Unfortunately, it rained today, but we children are still very enthusiastic."

"This spirit of hard work is very good, and we must continue to persevere in the future."

"Presumably everyone has seen nu's innovation in innovative architecture in the circle of friends recently, so today, we invited nu's R&D consultant, who graduated from Japan..."

I have to say that Chen Chen has a talent for sleeping in noisy environments. For example, when he was in school a long time ago, he fell asleep dignifiedly with his arms folded in class. Another example is when on a business trip, listening to the rock music exploding in the earphones on the EMU train, shaking and "fishing".

So it wasn't until he was disturbed by a sharp noise from a microphone failure that he sat up straight with a lumbar pillow on his lap, vaguely thinking that he was still dreaming.

"...So today I will not discuss things related to architectural modeling. I will only discuss with you from a technical point of view what must be considered to meet the application of intelligent buildings, the automation 5a system..."

Is the person speaking on the podium real or fake?He rubbed his eyes, thinking that if it was a dream, he might as well sleep a little longer, whether he was scolded or fined, he wanted to watch it for a while longer.

Because, he looks so much like Tang Xiaozheng, the one who is talking.

Beige-brown linen cropped straight-leg pants, a white T-shirt without a pattern, a little long, and half of the black hair that was pulled up, it must be Tang Xiaozheng.

Chen Chen's eyes gradually widened, and when he saw the completely unfamiliar attire, it seemed that he had never changed, a face that he had nightmares all night, suddenly grabbed the pillow and hugged him in front of him.

"Why," the colleague next to him paused the recording and glanced at him, "Is it cold to sleep? I can borrow your coat."

"No," Chen Chen smiled wryly, "I'm not that delicate... Hey, have you been listening? Who is that on the podium and what are they doing?"

"I really admire you, such a noisy place, and such a deep sleep." The colleague stretched his arms, "nu, just some kind of R&D consultant from a Japanese company engaged in intelligent engineering, it seems to be called..."

He flipped up the record file, "Well, it's called Tang Xiaozheng."

"Oh." Chen Chen concentrated on the computer and turned on the computer. It took a long time for him to say, "Where did it go, where do I start remembering?"

"Forget it, I'll send it to you later."

"Thank you." Chen Chen smiled and sighed slightly.

I seem to have found the answer. Regarding the question I left in that letter, why didn’t I go home, live a life with a car and a house, get enough food and a lot of spare wages, why squeezed in the busy Shuosang, knowing that The housing prices here are scary...

It seems that the days of struggling to squeeze the subway and want to cry without tears are just for the sake of reunion after a long absence.

His hair has grown a bit, and he knows how to tidy himself up better than before. His fluffy forehead covers his eyebrows and eyes, and he has a kind of lazy handsomeness. Chen Chen poked out a pair of eyes from the computer screen, looked at him like a thief, and won't grow taller again. Right, or the leg length of the trouser lining?

He stretched his legs and looked down at himself.

At that time, he was so chic, and he promised Tang Xiaozheng to forget about himself, but now Chen Chen is thinking about it, eager to get close.

I want to say hello, Chen Chen thought, how should I put it, um...you are abroad alone, how have you been all these years?

No, there are so many people, it's not easy to start such a long topic.

Or... haven't seen you in years,

Suddenly it becomes almost unrecognizable.

No, too superficial, frivolous!Chen Chen criticized himself and had to say something more kind.

For example... Zhang Jishu came back once a year ago and went to the account opening bank to do a personal credit investigation. She seemed to be doing something on her own. Did it go well?

What if, what if Tang Xiaozheng didn't know at all, wouldn't that be too sad?Have to ask something pleasant.

After staying for a long time, Chen Chen gave up on himself, why not ask, is your father dead?

Happy to everyone!

Perhaps it was because the bitterness and hatred on his face were too conspicuous, several colleagues casually glanced at them, sneered,

"Xiao Chen, what's the matter?"

"Don't pay attention to him, I'm stimulated, the same age, the same undergraduate school, everyone is the project leader, standing on the lecture, he is still a hard worker, the core tube is not good at drawing, self-reflection."

Chen Chen shifted his gaze, bared his teeth at them, and turned his head to look frustrated again.

He always felt that these lecturers were extremely long-winded, and his waist was sore and his legs ached when he could talk. He glanced at his watch and there was still nearly half of the time, but today it was completely changed. It's over.

Tang Xiaozheng bowed, carried the half-drinked mineral water, touched the headset and walked to the sidelines.

"Chen Chen, it's over." Lin Shuang finally waited until the end, stepped on a small height to follow, and positioned himself precisely, "Pick up your things quickly, it's not a single word, no need to save it, load it quickly."

Chen Chen smiled wryly, like a goose being chased by a dog, picked up the computer bag, and shook it towards the door step by step.

A little reconciled, he didn't say a word to Tang Xiaozheng, maybe Tang Xiaozheng didn't see him at all, and he had a hunch like a stomach stuck in his throat, he knew that if he missed this once, maybe in the future, he would There is no chance to see him in the big Shuosan city again.

From the corner of his eye, Chen Chen saw Tang Xiaozheng glanced at the screen of his phone, exhausted his courtesy, and walked towards the exit.Getting closer and closer to myself.

"Hey, ah, you're right," Chen Chen panicked with his heart beating, and turned his head to respond to Lin Shuang like a conditioned reflex, "Xugong should be in a hurry, let's go, it's rare for him to invite a guest."

He turned his head as if to avoid it, but he was standing sideways at the exit, without moving his footsteps, trying to hide, but he couldn't dodge completely.

"Excuse me," Tang Xiaozheng gently bumped into his shoulder, and bowed halfway, "Excuse me."

The two passed by.

Chen Chen was stunned, his heart that was beating violently just now became dead still, as if what came out of a slight touch was not a collision, but a blackness that was called regret, as heavy as a lead stone.

He just left without even noticing, without looking back, without looking...

On the opposite wall of the elevator, the rectangular light spot gradually narrowed, and finally disappeared in a thin line.

Chen Chen stopped suddenly, instead of going forward, he went against the flow of people and wanted to go back to the venue, "Lin Shuang, get off first, I left something on the seat, I will come right away."

He squeezed through layers of familiar or unfamiliar inquiries, walked, walked quickly, and ran, even if it was only a short distance.

He ran back to the venue, "Mr. Liu..."

"What's the matter?" Mr. Liu turned his head. He was always complained about on weekdays. His face looked like a bald head, but now it seemed to be glowing, "What are you running for?"

"Tang Xiaozheng who gave a speech just now, do you have his mobile phone or WeChat?" Chen Chen accidentally bit his tongue, "I, I want to borrow it."

"I can't give it to you without his own permission." Mr. Liu scratched his hair, "Look at the many architects who came here before, don't they, I will give it to anyone who wants it, and I will invite it next time Is it touching?"

"It's not the same," Chen Chen said anxiously, "Just once, Mr. Liu, please, I'll send him an application, and I can only join if he agrees. I won't bother him."

"It's the same," Mr. Liu patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly, "It's rare to see you so self-motivated, which can be maintained, but next time be more cautious, who do you want to communicate with,

Next time you ask in person, our salon lacks such young people who are thirsty for knowledge. "

"Others can't do it," Chen Chen said like a repeater, "I, I'm his fan, I want him alone, just once, please Mr. Liu."

"fan?"

Mr. Liu, who always likes to catch up with young people's trends, didn't realize what the words meant this time, but he didn't have time to ask. The words came from behind Chen Chen.

"Hello." Tang Xiaozheng touched Chen Chen's shoulder, turned him to himself, stretched out his hand, and said, "I'm Tang Xiaozheng."

"Oh, that's great," Mr. Liu laughed twice, and walked towards the door with his hands behind his back, very relieved, "You guys communicate, I'll go first."

The room was filled with silence, Tang Xiaozheng was standing in front of him, covered with the night sky of the city outside the window behind him.

"What are you going to say?" he asked, "This fan, who took care of himself sloppily, is he trying to say something to me?"

Chen Chen shrugged his shoulders, as if looking at a stranger, staring at those eyebrows and eyes. After a while, he wiped off his glasses and crashed into the warm embrace covered by the white T-shirt.

"I miss you so much."