"I keep asking myself over and over again if it's my self-righteousness."
Early the next morning, Cheng Yan returned to his mother's house in Chengbei District.
When Mother Cheng saw that her son had also cut his hair and took off his glasses, she immediately felt that she was definitely in love, and she felt beaming.
When going downstairs to buy food, the common food stall owner saw Cheng's mother's face with a happy face, and they casually asked if there was something good, but Cheng's mother just covered her mouth and smiled and didn't answer.
She cooked a table of dishes, and when she got to the dinner table, she asked Cheng Yan if there was any good news.
Cheng Yan bit his chopsticks for a while, then thought for a moment and said, "No, what good news can there be?"
"Then," Mother Cheng continued to ask, "what about the girl your aunt introduced you last time? How is it? Are you getting along well?"
"I..." Cheng Yan hesitated, but still said, "I made it clear to others."
"Is it clear? What do you mean?" Mother Cheng's face suddenly became serious.
"I just refused." Cheng Yan was eating without looking up.
"Rejected?" Mother Cheng blinked and couldn't believe it, "Why? I heard from your aunt that the girl has a good personality and looks good."
Cheng Yan was a little impatient, but remembering that the other party also cared about him, he still replied: "I'm not worthy of others, so I won't delay."
"Why is this unworthy, what's wrong with you?" Mother Cheng couldn't understand.
"No." Cheng Yan sighed softly, and denied in a low voice, hoping that the topic would be stopped.
But she didn't want Mother Cheng to suddenly change her attitude and approached after hearing it, "Xiaoyan, tell me the truth, do you have someone you like?"
"Also... No." There was a slight pause between the three words for two seconds, and these two seconds were captured by Cheng Mu sensitively.
She went on to say: "If anyone likes it, say it. It's not a big deal. Your school is good, and you don't look bad. I'm afraid that other girls won't like you."
"Mom," Cheng Yan said with a hint of helplessness, "there is someone I like, but if there is no hope, it is impossible."
"Don't ask." He heard what Cheng's mother wanted to say, and hurriedly answered.
After that, Mother Cheng saw that his expression also sank, but she opened her mouth and finally didn't say a word.
After dinner, Mother Cheng said she had an appointment with other aunts and went out, leaving Cheng Yan at home alone, lying on the bed looking at the ceiling of her room.
I don't know if it was because of the discussion at the dinner table, or because he had an idea vaguely long ago. When the surroundings were so quiet, Cheng Yan felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Thinking about it too, these days, I've probably lost my head, but it's just a day of playing together, I feel like I can be considered a friend, and I don't think about anything. And what the other party thinks of himself is not clear at all, is it really good to just define himself casually
Besides, the one who promised Huo Xiaoman was himself. Maybe Huo Sheng was only playing the role of a good father, so he was with them? Then he was happy about something for no reason, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it seemed that he had come up with it by himself from beginning to end.
only-
Thinking of this, Cheng Yan was somewhat hesitant. While doing the worst denial, he couldn't suppress the hope born in his heart.
What if the other party really regarded him as a friend as he thought? It seems... not entirely impossible, is it
Cheng Yan glanced at the corner of his mouth, picked up his mobile phone, searched WeChat with the person's mobile phone number, stared at the avatar in the small box for a moment, and finally put it down. That stayed on the phone's screen, waiting for the lock screen to erase it.
on Monday.
Miao Yu looked miserable in the morning, lying on the desk, tilted her head and said to him: "Cheng Yan, what should I do? I always feel that what I am doing now may be a little off, in case it goes wrong. , this interim report has been completely rejected, will I not have to go home for the next month?"
Cheng Yan was typing on the computer, and after listening to her words, he took time to turn his head to look at her, "Probably not."
"Really? My heart is dead." Miao Yu sat up a little after listening.
"Hey, it's okay." Fatty Wang's eyes were still fixed on his screen, but he suddenly interjected from the opposite side, "I've watched the part you did, and I can still worry about what's wrong?"
"It's not that big mistakes can't be made," Miao Yu couldn't help herself. "In the last case, Lao Zhang explained almost every point on my side. To be honest, I'm afraid that I will leak it. If something goes wrong, it won't delay everyone's progress."
"Don't worry, it's useless to worry!" Fatty kept tapping the keyboard with his hands, and just prevaricates it.
Miao Yu glanced at her mouth, glanced at Cheng Yan and didn't dare to speak again.
But after waiting for a while, Fatty Wang suddenly said to himself, "Don't say you are afraid of doing something wrong, I can't finish it here now, there are too many things, and there is not enough time. what?"
Hearing this, several people around didn't make a sound, and roughly guessed that Fatty was complaining about the previous content that was corrected by Huo Sheng during the meeting last week.
Fatty is such a person. The previous content is actually the content handed over by other people in the group. It is not his fault if he is wrong, but he just wants to complain so that others can listen.
It's just that even if he knew it was someone else's problem, the fat man would at most complain and he would definitely not command them, but he didn't care about Cheng Yan at all.
"Cheng Yan," Fatty asked, "please help."
Without waiting for Cheng Yan to answer, Fatty handed over the information directly. He didn't even look at each other, just stretched out his hand and raised it in mid-air, neither falling nor retracting it.
He said, "Just sort these things out. It's all in one group, so please help to share. After doing this, everyone should finish it early, so you don't have to stay up all night to rush to work, right?"
This attracted the rest of the group to look over.
Cheng Yan reluctantly took the stack of documents in his hand and put them aside.
Then I waited until I got off work in the afternoon and my content was over, and when I finally had time to open the information, I realized that these things to do were not enough to finish with two overtime shifts.
Looking at these documents that still smelled of fresh ink, he sighed deeply, blinked his drooping eyelashes, and finally opened the cover and started working silently.