Of the six books that Xu Chuanchuan sent, five were locked in the drawer by Murong Shi, and one was pressed under the pillow as a reading for insomnia. She only flipped through it occasionally on a whim, and didn't hide it very deliberately, because she knew that Aunt Lian would not touch her things casually. I was negligent for a while, but I didn't expect to be discovered by Fang Qin today.
Fang Qin stared at the illustration on the title page without blinking, with undisguised loneliness and pain on his face.
Seeing this scene, Murong Shi really couldn't bear to snatch the book back.
Until Fang Qin's eyes were numb, she closed the book, sighed, and took the initiative to explain: "She is a dreamer, she likes to draw, and she likes to read novels. She particularly likes the author's novels, saying that she writes stories. It's very sweet. She used to follow this author's articles every day. Later, when she heard that the author was going to publish a physical book, she took the initiative to help draw a lot of pictures. Every time she painted, she would ask me for my opinion. I thought she painted the daily life of our lives."
Probably not out of the shadow of lovelorn, Fang Qin didn't even want to mention the other party's name.
Murong Shi stared at her face: "You better stop laughing, it's ugly."
Fang Qin raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, the dead duck said hard: "Don't worry, I'm not sad at all, it's not worth it."
"Just if you know. Hey, don't break my book."
Fang Qin avoided her hand, smoothed the accidentally crumpled pages, and said to himself: "At that time, the author sent her six books from China to thank her. After breaking up with me, she took them away. She took all her things, and left nothing for me. Such a weak person can be so heartless. "
Murong Shi frowned, "Don't think about unhappy things."
"I don't want to." Fang Qin sighed and returned the book to her.
Murong Shi gave her the charger.
When she got the things, Fang Qin didn't leave immediately. She tapped her finger on her back and asked in a low voice, "Do your parents know about you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"You don't like men."
"Now they don't have to know."
"why?"
Murong Shimo.
"Understood, you 26-year-old single dog."
Murong Shi was neither angry nor annoyed, her tone was flat: "They only know that I am with Jiang Shaohua now."
Fang Qin threw the charger in boredom and suddenly widened his eyes: "Jiang Shaohua? What do you mean?"
"literal meaning."
Fang Qin's hands stopped, looking at Murong Shi's serious face, she thought for a while and said, "It's absolutely impossible for you to be with him. So, you use him as a shield?"
"You could also say we're taking advantage of each other."
Fang Qin was surprised, his eyes looked at her recklessly, and he reached out and poked her chest.
Murong Shi was expressionless.
Fang Qin poked her waist again.
Murong Shi was still expressionless: "Are you all right?"
Fang Qin covered his face and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You haven't responded for a long time, you really are cold!"
Murong Shi's face sank, and he squeezed out five words from his teeth: "You can get out."
Fang Qin got out.
After rolling for less than a minute, she ran back, pushed the door directly, and asked, "By the way, I remember she told me that this author doesn't sell books, how did you get it?"
Murong Shi didn't expect that this was what she asked, so she was stunned, and then returned to her indifference: "We won the lottery on Weibo."
Fang Qin looked at her suspiciously: "Are you also a big fan of this author?"
Murong Shi was silent.
Fang Qin took her by default and said, "Even people like you read online novels, so the author really writes so well?"
Murong's poems are concise and concise: "It's okay, I can watch it. Why do you ask so many questions, do you want to watch it too?"
Fang Qin sneered: "What sweet love stories are all lies, I don't believe them."
This time she really left.
Murong Shi went to take a bath, and it took half an hour to take a shower. When she came out, she saw the indicator light of her mobile phone flashing.
There was new news on QQ, she clicked it and found that it was sent by someone in the next room.
Fang Qin: "What address do you usually fill in when you buy things on Taobao?"
Murong Shi: "I have never bought anything from Taobao."
Fang Qin: "Then give me the exact address of your home and your mobile phone number."
Murong Shi: "Do you want to shop online?"
Fang Qin: "No, someone wants to send me something, first borrow your home address for use."
Murong Shi didn't think too much, and typed out the address and mobile number and sent it to her.
Fang Qin has just returned to China, her work has not yet settled, and she does not dare to go home for the time being. She still has many things that are not ready. The next day, Murong Shi drove her out for a spin, and the first thing she did was go to the mobile business hall to apply for a card.
During the waiting period, Murong Shi's private number rang, and the caller ID was an unfamiliar number in the city, which was marked as "express" by netizens. She pressed the answer and heard the person on the other end say, "Hello, XX Express, is this Shuixin?"
In less than half a minute of the call, Murong Shi put away the phone and said to Fang Qin beside him, "Your courier has arrived."
Fang Qin was surprised: "So fast?"
"Should be shipped from the same city, what?"
Fang Qin's eyes flashed, and he said vaguely, "It's just a few books."
"Book?"
After returning, Murong Shi's expression changed suddenly when he saw Fang Qin unpacking the express package with his bare hands and took out the six familiar physical books.
She threw Fang Qin aside and picked it up from the torn packing box, found the courier slip, and when she saw the words "Xu XX" written in the sender's column, her face turned from blue to white.
This time the express order is a sticky note, it should be an order placed online. Murong Shi glanced at the sender's address bar, and his mind went blank.
The address was so familiar that she had only received the same six books from this address not long ago. There is no doubt that these books were sent from Xu Chuanchuan.
Fang Qin didn't notice her strangeness, and was looking down at the illustrations on the title page.
Murong Shi grabbed her wrist: "These books... how did you get them?"
A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Fang Qin's face, but she still didn't notice Murong Shi's expression at the moment, and said in a muffled voice, "I sent a private message to the author on Weibo, chatted with her a few words, and then she said to give me the book. "
"What did you talk to her about?"
Fang Qin lowered his eyes: "It's nothing, just told her the story of me and that person, she might think I'm pitiful."
When Fang Qin saw the book and the paintings last night, his heart was touched. She was not as light as she seemed on the surface, and when she thought that those paintings were painted by that person, she couldn't control herself. But she didn't want to show weakness in front of Murong Shi, so after returning to the room, she secretly followed the author on Weibo, and happened to see the author's Weibo lottery giving away physical books. She didn't get it, so she had to chat with the author privately and asked if she could pay for it.
As for the story with that person, she did not deliberately exaggerate, but only mentioned that the person who painted was her ex-girlfriend. The author was generous, and he said that he would give her away for free without asking any more questions.
Just want to keep a little memory of each other, if she confesses everything, Murong Shi will definitely laugh at her.
But Murong Shi is not stupid, she must have guessed it.
Fang Qin waited for a long time, without waiting to laugh, she raised her head suddenly, only to find that Murong Shi had been staring at the express delivery list, looking very strange.
"Look at what?"
Although the recipient's name given by Fang Qin is a net name, that number is a real flaw. If Xu Chuanchuan finds out...
Murong Shi glared at her: "You hurt me badly."
"what?"
…
Xu Chuanchuan spent the morning packing and express delivery, and finally sent out all the remaining physical books. She was so exhausted that she found that her hands were shaking when she took the phone.
Last night, she turned on the computer, opened private messages one by one, compared the unfamiliar addresses and mobile phone numbers, and placed an order with her mobile phone. It was already midnight after all the losses.
Except for one special circumstance, everyone else got the chance to donate books through lottery. She paid attention when entering that person's contact information, but didn't take it to heart.
She decided to move to the company dormitory and had to get rid of all those bulky books. So, last week, she posted a Weibo to collect the lottery list and plan to send it all at once.
An Ji asked her to code, and she typed feebly: "Have a day off, I won't code today."
Ansai entered the "Little Black Room" alone.
Two hours later, An Ji had finished coding 6,000 words, and came out to chat with her: "Have the books all been delivered?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "Well."
An Ji: "You move fast."
Xu Chuanchuan: "I can't do it quickly. For personal safety, it's better to move early. I have to pack my luggage later, and I feel tired just thinking about it."
Anji: "Let your sister help you."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Forget it, I get angry when I see her."
An Ji: "Is she still live streaming now?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "Under my coercion and lure, it stopped broadcasting."
The coercion was to bring out the "parents" as a threat, and the inducement was that Xu Chuanchuan wanted to give her an extra 300 yuan in pocket money every month.
Anji: "Xiangcheng seems to have stopped broadcasting recently, and the text has not been updated. It seems to have suddenly disappeared."
Xu Chuanchuan: "How do you know? Could it be that you also watch her live broadcast?"
Ansai: "She dances very loudly."
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
Anji: "It makes me want to spit blood."
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
Anji: "Women, when they reach a certain age, there will always be physical needs, so I will look at them occasionally."
Xu Chuanchuan: "... Dare to ask your honor this year?"
Anji: "We are the same age."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Oh. Then why don't I need that?"
Anji: "It means that you are not fully developed yet."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Fuck you." He started talking nonsense again.
I was sweating a bit just now, and it was uncomfortable to lie down. Xu Chuanchuan got up and started packing.
She doesn't have much luggage, and the trouble is a Taipower computer. Fortunately, she lives on the first floor, so it is easy to move.
The next day she moved all the large and small bags to the company.
Linda wasn't there. She listened to songs on her mobile phone, and cleaned up while listening to the songs. After a long time of work, she finally cleaned up the room.
She took a photo and sent it to Anji.
Anji: "The room is not small, the bed is big enough, and your company's employee benefits are also very good."
Xu Chuanchuan: "That's because this room was originally prepared for our boss' daughter."
Anji: "No, you live with her???"
Xu Chuanchuan: "Where do you want to go!!! I live alone!!! [Blood][Blood][Blood]"
An Ji: "Scare me, I thought you would fall so soon."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Your brain is too big!"
An Ji: "Is the brain hole of writing novels not good enough?"
Xu Chuanchuan was speechless.
She swiped her finger to block and saw a red number on the Weibo icon. She clicked it and found two private messages.
Both are thanks to her, saying that the courier has been received.
These two people, one in the next city and the other in the same city as her. Because of the content of that person's private message, Xu Chuanchuan was very impressed with this same city.
Shui Xin: "Dear author, hello, do you still remember Ling Yue? She is my ex-girlfriend. I know she has painted a lot of pictures for you. Can I buy those six books from you? I want to collect them. The things she painted, because there are so many good memories of me and her."
This Lingyue is an old fan of Xu Chuanchuan. She used to comment on every chapter of the article. She also drew a lot of cute and sweet paintings for the heroine of each book.
Xu Chuanchuan liked Ling Yue's style of painting very much. When she was making a physical book, she asked the other party's opinion and used those paintings as illustrations. The other party refused to accept her money, so Xu Chuanchuan gave her six books. Later, for some unknown reason, this Lingyue never appeared in her text again.
After such a long time, Ling Yue's ex-girlfriend actually took the initiative to come to the door, Xu Chuanchuan was not shocked. It happened that she was "clearing the warehouse", so she happily agreed to give the book to this netizen named Shuixin.
Looking at the address in the same city sent by the other party, Xu Chuanchuan thought of a passerby poem for no reason.
If she has the ability to remember it, she will find that the number filled in by the other party is exactly the same as the one given to her by the passerby poem.
…
Meeting Murong Shi, who was about to go to a regular meeting, in the corridor, Xu Chuanchuan smiled and said, "Miss Murong, good morning."
"Morning." When he was about to pass by, Murong Shi stopped and said to Linda behind him, "You go first."
"Okay." Linda left.
As soon as she stopped, Xu Chuanchuan also stopped, and their eyes met again.
Murong Shi seems to love stiletto high heels, and they are the kind that are high in Ghent. Every time he stood with her, Xu Chuanchuan felt like a dwarf. She needed to raise her head slightly to see Murong Shi's face, which just happened to ease her stiff neck.
Slowly, she found that Murong Shi's eyes were a little subtle, and she was staring at her so intently that she had no emotion.
Xu Chuanchuan's heart trembled, she swallowed: "Is there something dirty on my face?"
In just a second, Murong Shi's eyes regained calm, and without answering, he asked, "Are you still used to living in the dormitory?"
Xu Chuanchuan nodded hurriedly, and said almost complimentably, "It's so comfortable, the bed is soft, and the air conditioner is still silent."
Murong Shi narrowed her eyes, still staring at her face: "Do you...do you want to ask me anything?"
Xu Chuanchuan was inexplicably asked, blinked and said, "Oh, yes. Do you really need to use that room?"
"unnecessary."
Xu Chuanchuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Apart from this, are there any other questions?"
Is Murong Shi caring about her? No, Xu Chuanchuan is very self-aware.
She was stunned, unable to understand what happened to Murong Shi today, and shook her head blankly: "No more for now."
Murong Shi stared at her face quietly for a long time, and finally left without saying anything.
Xu Chuanchuan rushed into the bathroom quickly, and leaned in front of the mirror to carefully examine her face. Except for the faint dark circles under her eyes, she didn't notice anything unusual on her face.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Murong Shi acted strangely just now.
Xu Chuanchuan is a person who writes about autism. She was worried at first about how to get along with her new roommate Linda, but later found that this worry was completely unnecessary.
Linda lives with her boyfriend outside, and she only goes back to the dormitory to lie down for a while during her lunch break on weekdays. After closing the door, neither of the two could see the other, and there was almost no communication.
Sometimes because she is too busy, Linda doesn't even come back for her lunch break. Xu Chuanchuan occupied the spacious two-bedroom by himself, and always felt that he was not so at ease.
It's been almost a week since she moved in, and she didn't say more than ten sentences to Linda, and she found that Linda was a little cold to her, and she was embarrassed to put her hot face on others' cold ass.
After all, Linda was Murong Shi's assistant. In order to avoid suspicion, Xu Chuanchuan had to keep a distance from Linda.
This lukewarm relationship lasted for a while, until that day, as soon as she returned to the dormitory, Linda came in behind her.
She greeted Linda, Linda ignored her.
Xu Chuanchuan was embarrassed, and was about to enter the room to rest. Out of the corner of his eye, Linda's eyes and nose were red, and she was startled: "Why are you crying?"
Linda avoided her gaze, bypassing her and entering the public restroom without saying a word.
The suppressed crying came out through the door panel, Xu Chuanchuan was a little worried about the situation inside, but he didn't dare to come forward to disturb.
Linda looked like she was being bullied but didn't dare to say it, Xu Chuanchuan thought of Murong Shi unexpectedly.
Is it because Murong Shi was too fierce and made Linda cry
After waking up, Xu Chuanchuan did not see Linda.
As soon as she entered the office, their boss came over and said to her, "Xiao Xu, Linda is on leave. During her absence, you will temporarily replace her work. You can do whatever Miss Murong asks you to do."
a bolt from the blue!
Xu Chuanchuan doubted that he hadn't woken up: "Why me?"
The boss rolled his eyes at her: "In our company, you and the front desk Xu Xiaomei work the most leisurely. Who do you want if you don't?"
Why don't you say that my salary and her salary are also the lowest
Xu Chuanchuan didn't dare to say these words, she cried and said, "What about the work of our department?"
"If you can't finish get off work and get off work, it's not that you don't have money for overtime. Besides, you're staying in the dormitory now, so you'll be fine if you're late. Go, Miss Murong will call you."
Xu Chuanchuan didn't care about overtime pay at all, she was just a little worried about whether she would have the time and energy to code words at night in the next few days.
Her poor archives.
The boss waved her away with a big hand, and Xu Chuanchuan wanted to cry even more.
On the way to Murong Shi's office, her footsteps were extremely heavy, and when she thought of Linda's red eyes from crying, her bad guesses popped into her mind again.
The positive and optimistic Linda couldn't bear the oppression of the witch tyrant, so she ran away crying.
Xu Chuanchuan knocked on the door of Murong Shi's office in a complicated mood, but he didn't expect a guest.
Murong Shi pointed to the guest on the sofa and said straight to her: "You help her make a cup of coffee, this person has a lot of problems, give her more milk."
Xu Chuanchuan looked at the person on the sofa and found that she was a beautiful woman with outstanding temperament. So young and beautiful, dressed so casually, she doesn't look like a client, but like a friend of Murong Shi.
Xu Chuanchuan smiled at her.
"Hello, my name is Fang Qin." Fang Qin stood up and shook hands with her.
Xu Chuanchuan smiled and said, "My name is Xu Chuanchuan."
"Wow, what a lovely girl, your surname is Xu too."
Murong Shi coughed and said solemnly, "Gossip is forbidden during working hours."
Xu Chuanchuan's face stiffened, and he retracted his hand. Facing Murong Shi, he respectfully said, "Would you like to make a cup for you too?"
"I don't have to."
Xu Chuanchuan went out.
She came in with a cup of hot coffee, Fang Qin stood up to pick it up: "Thank you, thank you."
Xu Chuanchuan reminded her that it was hot.
Linda didn't talk to her before she left, Xu Chuanchuan didn't know what to do for a while, she walked to the desk and asked Murong Shi.
Murong Shi pointed to a few documents on the table and said, "It's signed, you can send it to various departments."
"Then... after that?"
Murong Shi glanced at the person on the sofa and said, "I'll call you again if I have something to do."
"Oh." Xu Chuanchuan picked up the document and left.
When she closed the door, she vaguely heard what the beautiful woman inside said about "books" and "gifts". Of course she didn't stay.
The complete content of what Fang Qin said was: "People gave me six books so generously, I always feel uncomfortable with the things given for free. Do you want me to buy some gifts for her?"
Murong Shi pursed her lips tightly and looked at the closed wooden door.
Affected by her, Fang Qin also looked back and found nothing unusual.
When she turned her head, she found that Murong Shi was still looking at the door. She waved her hand in front of her and stared at those slender dark eyes: "Do you like her?"
Murong Shi retracted his mind and frowned, "What nonsense."
"I don't like what you're staring at that door. They've been gone for a long time."
The author has something to say: God, what do you think, how could it be an offering, no one condition is right.