In the blink of an eye, the weather is getting warmer, and the annual defense is approaching. I am busy guiding the students' graduation thesis, while Shang Muxiao started a week-long closed training because he needed to get in touch with the team as soon as possible.
It is clear that both of them are in Qingwan, but they can only contact each other by phone every day.
I'm fine, but Shang Muxiao doesn't seem to be used to it and keeps urging me to see him. Complained that without me, I couldn't eat well and live well, and everyone lost weight.
I knew he was training, but I didn't know he thought he was in jail.
In the end I promised to see him on Sunday and take him home by the way.
He counted with his fingers, and it would take three days to count, and then he started to make trouble again. I had no choice but to coax him like a child, picking out what he loved and saying, "I like you the most", "I miss you too", "I can't sleep without you"... I said this for about ten minutes , he was happy, I was going to be numb to death by myself.
Of course he wasn't really complaining. In the future, he will go to competitions all over the country and even all over the world. This kind of separation is inevitable. Even if he is only in his early twenties, he will not feel that adult love should stick together all the time. He just likes to hear me say this. .
When I got out of the elevator, I stopped in surprise, facing the direction of the office.
I thought that after reuniting with Shang Muxiao, maybe Shang Lu would come to me, and Shang Yunrou would come to me, but I never thought that Fang Qinian would come.
He leaned leisurely against the office door, staring down at the toes of his shoes, hitting a beat only he knew on the ground.
As soon as I got closer, he stopped and looked up.
"You're finally back." He smiled and greeted me like an old friend.
I stepped forward to open the office door and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I'll come if I want to." He said vaguely, going around in circles, not telling the truth.
After that, he seemed to take root on my sofa, sitting there for an afternoon. He didn't say what he wanted, didn't say when to leave, and even learned to make tea by himself.
I sent a message with Shang Muxiao to explain the situation, but he might be training, his phone was not around, and he didn't get back to me for a long time.
When it was time for me to get off work, Fang Qinian glanced at the time, got up and said that it was getting late and we could go to dinner.
I don't know how he could say this so naturally.
"What?" Fang Qinian was completely unaware, "Aren't you hungry? Let's go, let's go eat something delicious, I invite you."
I was noncommittal about his invitation and asked, "What the hell are you doing here with me?"
He hooked my shoulders and walked out: "Oh, talk while eating."
There is a street behind the school that is full of restaurants. I randomly chose a stir-fry restaurant where my family didn't seem to have many, and took Fang Qinian to sit by the window.
"I said I had a guest, why did you choose here?" It could be seen that he was holding back his disgust, and he kept wiping the table in front of him with a tissue, and wiping his tableware and chopsticks again and again.
"This store tastes good, too." I opened my eyes and said nonsense. In fact, let alone this store, I don't come to this street very often.
I brought him here, but because it is close, I want to make a quick decision and get into the theme as soon as possible.
After ordering, the food was served quickly because there were not many people.
Fang Qinian and I moved chopsticks at the same time, took a bite, and put them down at the same time.
There is a reason for the lack of guests, and it is too bad.
"Yes, it tastes good, it feels like home." Fang Qinian commented.
I smiled, raised my teacup and took a sip of water to dilute the saltiness in my mouth.
"Can you say why you came to me now?" I asked, putting down my glass.
He nodded, his face still smiling, but he didn't give people much "happy" impression, as if he just mechanically moved the corners of his lips.
"I quarreled with Mr. Shang. Can I come and stay with you for two days?"
When I heard this, I was a little embarrassed.
I do have some friendship with him, but these friendships together are only enough for us to sit here and eat a delicious meal that is obviously unpalatable but has to be praised against our hearts. .
Besides, his status in the business is delicate, and I always have to consider Shang Muxiao's mood.
"I can lend you some money first and let you stay in a hotel." I said.
"I'm not short of money, I just don't want him to find me." Fang Qinian pouted.
I was a little surprised: "Are you leaving?"
I danced with Shang Yunrou at his wedding before, and he advised me not to come back after leaving, and said that no one would want to snatch the things that he caught. The words are still in my ears, I thought he would not want to leave Shanglu in a short time, but after only two months of work, he came to me to borrow.
"It doesn't count. But I really... don't want to be a stand-in forever." Rubbing the mouth of the cup with his fingertips, he lowered his eyes and said, "I'm already thirty this year, how long can I be a woman? How many thoughts can I kick away? The person who wants to replace me? After all, the Israeli waiter can't last long, and the most reliable one is here..." He put his five fingers on his heart, raised his eyes to look at it, and said with a slight smile, "This is a dangerous move, but I think , it's worth a try."
I have always had a deep conversation with him. I know his life experience, his relationship with Shang Lu, and even his life plans, but I really don't know how to evaluate it.
Everyone can only point fingers at their own life, and can't overrun other people's lives.
Just then, my phone rang. Picking it up, it was Shang Muxiao calling. He estimated that he would finish training at this point and saw my message.
"What is he looking for you for?" He asked anxiously as soon as he picked it up.
I glanced at Fang Qinian across from me and said, "He quarreled with your father and wants to stay with me for two days..."
Before I could say that I didn't agree, Shang Muxiao just frowned, and interrupted me with a loud voice: "No! You are not allowed to let him in, this family has him but not me!"
Fang Qinian must have heard the movement on my mobile phone, propped his chin up, with an expression of watching a good show, with the words "you are still back" brightly on his face.
I turned sideways, avoided Fang Qinian and said, "I didn't let him in, I haven't agreed."
"Still?" he asked, grasping the point, "are you still with him now?"
"..." I lost my voice in a guilty conscience.
"North mustard!"
He called me by name and surname, with a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone.
I sighed secretly, knowing that I couldn't escape.
"I'm having dinner with him."
The gasping sound on the phone suddenly became heavy, and Shang Muxiao stopped talking, as if he was holding back his anger.
I was ready to be hung up by him, but he spoke again after a few seconds.
"Give him the phone." He was calm and calm, "I'll talk to him."
I hesitated for a moment and said, "Then don't quarrel with others." After that, I handed the phone to Fang Qinian.
"Me?" Fang Qinian pointed at himself in astonishment. After I nodded to confirm, he took the phone from me.
I looked at Fang Qinian's expression rather apprehensively, for fear that the two would quarrel on the phone.
"It's just for dinner, do you want to be so stingy?" Fortunately, Fang Qinian's voice was gentle and his expression was the same as when he was facing me, "What? Just you can run away from home? Um... um... I see... OK."
The two talked on the phone for about a minute, after which Fang Qinian handed the phone back to me.
"I told him to let him live with me." Shang Muxiao said, "Just give him the key later."
Before he closed the training, he entrusted the yolk and the key to me, which is convenient now.
"it is good."
He repeatedly instructed Fang Qinian to never let Fang Qinian enter my house, and also told me to go home after dinner as soon as possible, and to check the post in half an hour.
I agreed again and again, hung up the phone, looked at the plate of stir-fried vegetables on the table with only two chopsticks moving, and suggested, "You've been outside for a day today, so you're probably tired, otherwise... I'll take you back to rest first?"
This is simply an option that does not need to be considered. Fang Qinian immediately called the waiter to pay the bill and got up and left with me.
Fang Qinian lived in 1102 like this.
When Shang Muxiao kept the egg yolk at home, the puppy and Fang Qinian established a deep relationship. Fang Qinian liked it very much, so he wanted to ask me to borrow it to raise it.
I have to work every day, and I don’t have time to play with the puppy. Fang Qinian is bored at home alone, so he agreed.
On Sunday, Shang Muxiao was about to come back, but Fang Qinian still lived and didn't leave. I thought that Shang Muxiao should live with me when he came back, so I went to his room to get some clothes in advance.
Fang Qinian was bored in the house for several days, with only the dog to accompany him. Knowing that I was going to pick up Shang Muxiao, he jumped up excitedly and said he wanted to go together.
Seeing that he was full of expectations, I was too embarrassed to refuse, so I went with him.
The team of Shang Muxiao and his team has only been established for five years and is called "Chiya". The sponsor behind it is the Chiya Group, which has risen rapidly in the Internet industry and is very rich.
Since the base is in Qingwan, daily training is also carried out at Qingwan International Circuit.
When I was on the road, I felt that the sky was a little gloomy. When I got out of the car at the racetrack, the sky began to drizzle.
"It's raining." Fang Qinian looked up.
I took out my umbrella from the car and walked with him to the racetrack.
Although the weather was bad, there were still many people in red uniforms sitting in the audience, all of whom seemed to be die-hard fans of the team.
"May I ask who you are?" A staff member asked.
I explained to him the purpose of his visit, and when he heard Shang Muxiao's name, he immediately laughed: "Oh, he has been there to say hello to us. Just wait in the stands, he still has the last few laps." He pointed out on the blue seat lane closest to the track.
I thanked him and sat down with Fang Qinian.
"Can you recognize which one is him? These are really covered up." Fang Qinian said with an umbrella.
I waited for a while, until a red motorcycle with the car number "28" passed in front of me, pointed at the rider's back, and said, "That."
Fang Qinian instantly cast an admiring look: "You are too powerful."
Shang Muxiao's car was like red lightning, leaving only a distinct trace on the retina, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he was still as thin as a cow's hair, and now he could feel the weight on his skin.
For some reason, my right eye jumped violently, and my chest felt like something was pressing, which made me uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Fang Qinian asked with concern when he saw my expression was different.
"He doesn't like rain." I stared at the track where I could see the rider first.
Fang Qinian knew: "I heard that Mrs. Shang died in the rain. Shang Muxiao stood in the rain for two hours before waiting for Shang Yunrou to come back."
I couldn't help looking at him.
He raised his eyebrows: "What? Didn't he tell you?"
"said."
It's just that every time I listen to it, I still feel sad for the ordeal he endured as a child.
Fang Qinian shifted his attention to the track: "Although I often dress up as a woman, I am not a woman, so I can't have children, and I can't understand the pain of women. You said that what caused Mrs. Shang to despair in the end was the birth of children. Or depression? How can a mother hate her child so much?"
Just like some people will get tumors and some people will live a hundred years, Mei Zixun's pain comes from the fact that she unfortunately got a serious disease, and there is no inevitability with Shang Muxiao.
Shang Muxiao has the right not to forgive her, because no one can persuade him to reconcile with his past pain. In front of him, I would never persuade him to be generous, but when talking with Fang Qinian now, I must say something objectively and rationally for Mei Zixun.
"She's sick. Sometimes love and hate are not what you want, and you can erase them. They are out of your control."
Mei Zixun is just a poor person plagued by illness. Just like ordinary people can't understand my feelings as a disabled person, we can't understand her despair.
Just as he was talking, suddenly the stands became noisy, and everyone stood up one after another and looked in one direction.
I was feeling strange when Fang Qinian's expression changed: "You just said, what number is Shang Muxiao?"
I froze for a moment and hurriedly looked towards the track.
A motorcycle with a "28" on the front of it somehow fell onto the track, and the rider rolled to the side, motionless.