Because he was kicked out of the house in the middle of the night wearing only his pajamas, Xu Ran burned for three days when he returned to his residence, and when he woke up on the fourth day, he received a call from the director, telling him to go to work immediately.
After arriving at the unit, Xu Ran first went to the leader's office on the top floor. In the small room at the end, the fat middle-aged director put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at him with an uncharacteristic smile.
Xu Ran was a little confused. When he asked for leave before, the director was expressionless and even disgusted. Why did he seem to be a different person this time
"Xiao Xu, tell me the truth, is your job okay now? Are you busy?"
Xu Ran was stunned for a moment, "Okay? The previous project..."
He spoke halfway, but when he saw that the director was not interested, he shut up knowingly.
The director adjusted his expression, continued to smile and said, "Recently, our unit is going to prepare a review, and there are a lot of materials that need to be sorted out. Would you like to help me? There are not many things, and we can finish it by working overtime on weekends." .”
Xu Ran opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after seeing the director's expression, he could only nod stiffly, "Okay."
"Okay, I'll ask them to send you the information later."
The director waved his hand in satisfaction, indicating that he could go. Xu then took two steps back, and looked back when he went out, and found that the director turned his gaze back to the newspaper, and didn't even look at him anymore.
The corridor outside the leader's office was empty, and there was an echo when walking. Xu Ran walked back slowly. Occasionally, the doors of a few offices were open, and there was no one inside, as quiet as if no one existed.
When he came to the stairway, he stopped for a while, bent down, supported his right knee with his left hand, and grabbed the handrail of the stairs with his right hand, and walked down step by step.
Although the fever has subsided, but the body has not fully recovered. I was sick in bed for three whole days, and I could only order takeaway for meals, porridge and side dishes, and I could barely eat half of it by resisting the urge to vomit. Now he was so weak that it took all his strength to keep from falling down the stairs.
Fortunately, no one else was around, and he didn't need to explain why he was like this to others. It's good that only you know about the tragic things. If you are sympathized with, it will only make the already painful memories worse.
For three days, He Cheng didn't call or send him a single message.
This is actually not uncommon, it's just that people who are sick are very fragile, Xu Ran feels heartbroken when he thinks about what happened on the wedding day. He couldn't help clutching his chest, but his right leg couldn't hold up and almost fell.
He hugged the stairs tightly, hunched over and gasping for breath.
Things shouldn't have been like that, he shouldn't have been there, seeing He Cheng's attitude towards Qiao An and himself changed, seeing He Cheng standing so far away from him, and hearing others laughing at him .
For so many years, Xu Ran has always avoided appearing on the occasions that He Cheng is used to, because he is afraid of causing trouble for him, afraid of losing face for He Cheng, and afraid that He Cheng will dump himself in a fit of anger. He tried his best to be a qualified shadow so that others would not realize his existence. Even He Cheng himself would often forget that there was such a person by his side. This is enough, at least he can still grab He Cheng's hand, and he can follow closely behind He Cheng.
Now, everything has changed.
Maybe it was He Cheng's decision to go to the wedding together without even thinking about it, but now he must be very regretful about his mistake at that time. It will probably never be like this again in the future, Xu Ran only asks him to let him stay in his original position, and it is fine not to drive him away.
He Cheng's heart is like a house, Xu Ran only occupies a small, dark corner, one step outside is the sunlight that will burn him. He would obediently sit in a corner, draw a circle around himself, and never go out again.
Curled up and stunned, as long as He Cheng still has him in his heart, even if it's only a little bit, everything else doesn't matter.
Xu Ran slowly straightened up and adjusted his disordered breathing. He knew that his life was like a joke, if he couldn't laugh, it would be good if He Cheng could.
The virus accumulated in his body was still eating away at his nerves dutifully, and the series of pains caused by getting up early tortured him non-stop. Xu Ran endured the pain in his joints and returned to his office. The desk was already full of materials that needed to be sorted out. The elder sister who was in charge of making the materials said to him apologetically, "I will trouble you during this time."
Xu Ran smiled at her. He knew that the director had long been dissatisfied with him, a person with limited mobility, who has been staying in the office to do design. When the mud comes out like this, perhaps hitting the ground wrongly will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
He is so tired, I don't know why he is so tired. Maybe it's because it's almost summer, and the whole person becomes impetuous. Sitting at the desk, I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand to turn on the computer. Looking at the long paragraphs of words on the materials, my mind went blank.
It's been three days since he disappeared, so He Cheng should have calmed down, right
He Cheng's temper has never been very good, perhaps because of the strict requirements from his childhood, he is used to venting his anger where outsiders can't see it. Because of this, he always gives people a feeling of calmness and prestige. At the age of eighteen, he was already an object that ordinary children should keep at a respectful distance from. After so many years, the elders of the He family have long been unable to control him, but his short-tempered habit has not been cured.
Xu Ran tried his best not to think about why He Cheng was angry that night. There was a strong smell of alcohol on him, and that pungent smell still lingered in Xu Ran's nasal cavity. After the wedding, where did their friends go to play
There is only one person who can make He Cheng look like that.
Only when you put people on the top of your heart will you get angry for him. In high school, Xu Ran didn't know how many times he watched He Cheng fight boys from other classes for Qiao An. The unreasonable passion and arrogance of the young man made Xu Ran, who was still a nerd back then, very moved.
In the very beginning, everything about He Cheng was his yearning, and the direction his eyes were chasing must have that tall, straight and unrestrained figure. Perhaps it was because the feelings at that time were deeply buried in the bone marrow, but now Xu Ran doesn't mind that He Cheng regards him as a target to vent.
In fact, to put it bluntly, he has been Joan's substitute for the past ten years. He Cheng didn't want to admit this because he didn't want others to know that he had been abandoned, but every night when the bodies were intertwined, the unnatural declaration, including the occasional not-so-gentle hand on the top of the head, was always there. Telling who was supposed to be lying on this bed.
Getting angry means he cares. Xu Ran wanted to know what happened, it was related to his future with He Cheng.
It might be ridiculous to say it, but to this day, he can no longer imagine his life without He Cheng. The word "He Cheng" has already been engraved on his future, stroke by stroke, it is a bloody incision left by a knife on his heart.
Xu Ran touched his left chest. Under the thin shirt was a thin and hot chest. He couldn't feel his own heartbeat, he was stunned, and looked down at the information on the table.
Time to work. Don't think about it, he said to himself.
He Cheng didn't break up for a day, and they were still lovers. As long as He Cheng said a word, he could go home.
Famous and rewarded, this is his last hole card.
In the office on the eighth floor of the group, the assistant handed He Cheng the minutes of this morning's meeting, and said in a low voice, "The chairman asked you to go see him today."
He Cheng frowned tightly, endured it, did not embarrass his assistant, waved his hand and said, "Let's talk."
The assistant was a little hesitant, but knowing his temper well, he could only sigh secretly and back out.
The translucent glass door was closed, He Cheng threw the meeting minutes aside, took a deep breath, and rubbed the space between his brows.
Anxiety, an indescribable anxiety rising from the depths of his heart, looking at all kinds of documents and office supplies neatly placed on the table, He Cheng had the urge to sweep them all to the ground. But he didn't do that after all, he just stretched out his hand and took the metal plate with his name printed on it at the front of the table.
Turn on the computer, enter the login password, and the screen saver of the interface shows three little border collies, fluffy and huddled in front of the camera, sticking out their tongues. This is what he just put on two months ago, replacing the previous Sunrise that had been used for many years.
He Cheng doesn't like cute things very much, but this screen saver is an exception. When he saw this picture for the first time, he had a feeling of being cute, and when he came back to his senses, he had already downloaded the picture into the computer.
Where did he see this picture
Oh yes, Xu Ran. It seems to be a puppy raised by one of Xu Ran's colleagues. He took an artistic photo and sent it to Moments, and Xu Ran saved it. One night when he had nothing to do, he checked Xu Ran's cell phone and sent the picture to himself.
This is a rare thing related to Xu Ran around him, and it is even difficult for him to recall the details of this episode. The photos are pretty good, and He Cheng likes them, so he doesn't care about where he saw them from.
Thinking back when the two were just "together", how he viewed and disliked Xu Ran, he didn't want his friends to know that he was with such a person. Now it's clear, maybe it's the effect of time, after so many years, he finally won't hold his breath when he thinks of Xu Ran.
If the assistant hadn't said those words just now, maybe He Cheng would be in a better mood now, but now he just feels inexplicably irritable. He watched the screen saver for a while, and then turned off the screen again.
Xu Ran, Joan.
The existence of the former reminds him of the past of the latter all the time, those pasts that He Cheng wants to forget but can't forget, young and frivolous, daring to love and hate, every time he thinks of He Cheng in high school, he wants to slap himself severely.
At that time, he was so arrogant and lawless, and had an enviable net worth, thinking that it was the capital that could last forever with Qiao An. That's why when Qiao An decided to go abroad, his world almost collapsed, and he was so sad.
Joan is a beautiful smart guy, he knows what he wants and how to do it. His choices back then also taught He Cheng a solid lesson, letting He Cheng know what he should do if he wants to cherish someone.
ten years. He Cheng looked at the spacious office and thought that he should already have the best conditions that his peers could not have. If everything from that year is put into the present, he has enough capital to keep Qiao An from leaving.
He has thought about this question countless times. If it was now, what would Joan choose, what would he choose. The choices of two people are connected into a line, outlining countless beautiful and warm pictures.
He believes that he can keep people, and he has had many beautiful dreams. But the reality is not always satisfactory, thinking of what Qiao An said that night, He Cheng couldn't help but feel angry.
What does it mean that returning to the country is not for him? After so many years, that person has no nostalgia in his heart
Or, in his opinion, the child-like love in high school was just a trivial matter, and he didn't take it to heart at all!
He Cheng didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Qiao An would be so ruthless.
After tidying up the scattered papers on the table, He Cheng got up and walked upstairs to the chairman's office.
After ten years of separation, meeting the old lover again may feel somewhat shy, but He Cheng will not blame him. If Joan needs time, he can wait.
But before that, he seemed to have forgotten something.
The knuckles of his index finger knocked on the door with a muffled sound. He Cheng who got the response pressed the handle and pushed the door open. Seeing his father's serious face not far away, he suddenly remembered that he is not single now.
This has to be done first.