After lunch, Lu Cheng said he wanted to drop me off. I saw it was getting late, so I told him to go back first.
Lu Cheng did not insist.
He's a relatively... gentleman - well, I can't really say, because the gentleman is somewhat deliberate in my opinion, and it seems more appropriate to describe it as comfortable, because of his sense of proportion and boundary.
Back at the company, I went to the bar to pour a glass of water, and when I came back to the seat, someone just stood there. It was the copywriter of our group.
As soon as she saw me, her eyes were sharp: "Qi Miao! Tell me honestly! Why didn't you eat with us at noon?"
Another AE echoed: "That's it!"
I put down the cup and said the answer they most wanted to hear: "I hang out with a wild man."
"Depend on-"
After chatting and talking about the details on the opening poster, my seat was finally vacated.
I pulled up my chair and sat back, opened WeChat, and saw the message Lu Chengze sent me five minutes ago.
Lu: Have you arrived at the company
I said: here, how about you.
He gave me a random panorama of the workstation. His desktop is professional and neat, with two monitors, a notebook on the far left, two keyboards, one black and one white, cable boards, books, mineral water, and two devices that I don't know about.
There are no green plants and ornaments.
The only color jump I noticed was a familiar pink book.
I circled it to reply to him: Do you read this book too
Lu Cheng then said: Look again.
I zoomed in and found that the plastic seal on the outside has not been opened: did you just buy it
He replied: Well, it was posted in your circle of friends, and I passed Sisyphus on the way back, so I went in and bought a copy, thinking that it might come in handy someday.
My facial muscles voluntarily want to expand on both sides again, and since yesterday, this reaction has become a habit and a mantra.
The book is called "Marcovaldo". Last year's runner-up in the Douban Foreign Literature Annual Book List. The first place is heavy, and the third place is broken. This is the book. The cover is bright and interesting, so I bought it and read it a while ago.
I joke: it seems to have come in handy now.
Lu Cheng did not deny it: Well, it was a windfall.
Will I believe it
I reminded: it is best not to blindly follow my circle of friends, most of them are just presentations, the deck on the iceberg.
Lu Chengze said: What do you mean
I'll be honest: just pretend. You know, gloss and style are sometimes professional in the eyes of clients, and you have to look physically and mentally healthy and aesthetically pleasing for them to work with you. After work, I actually rarely read books. When I get home at night, I just want to lie down and switch back and forth between Taobao, Douban, and Weibo, until I have a job cue or I am sleepy...
I was stunned, and suddenly realized that I was having too much trouble in front of a handsome guy who was a stranger before yesterday and had a high likability.
I stopped in time: of course, I would come back to life the next day.
Lu Cheng repeats my daily pastimes: Taobao, Weibo, Douban.
I frowned: is there a problem
He said: There is one.
me: you said.
His tone is sincere: Are you considering adding a WeChat
I hummed inwardly, and then typed: I was on WeChat from morning to night.
And add a description: Enterprise Edition.
Lu Cheng said, "Ah" after hesitation: I didn't think about it carefully, I didn't expect this. Our company uses DingTalk.
I don't know if it is because of his vivid image and unforgettable memory. After noon, the words sent by Lu Chengze will automatically stand up in my mind, transforming into his own appearance and demeanor, from constructing imagination to instant screening.
For example, in this sentence, I seem to be able to see him straightening his lips, pretending to be serious and pretentious, but his eyes are still curved and smiling.
After being absent for a few seconds, he took a screenshot of his NetEase cloud interface, and said: If you exclude WeChat, you can chat here.
I smiled recklessly at the monitor, and typed on the keyboard with both hands: let's still WeChat.
Him: Hmm.
I continue to input: WeChat, Taobao, Weibo, Douban, is this arrangement ok
The response he gave was super-like that of the schoolboy who was humble on the surface and sullen in his heart: when he asked, he didn't expect to take the first place.
I said: Is it conditional, exchange for equal value.
He responded with a "good" word in seconds, from speed to tone, obedient and indulgent.
I'm curious about his spare time: what do you usually do after get off work or on vacation
He said: Swimming, baking, biking, basketball.
I:? ?
Sure enough he was teasing me: fake. play games.
Me: Scared me, I was almost rolled into a twist.
I asked: Is it a mobile game
After all, it is not the king or the chicken now.
He replied: I have fun, but there are more side games.
I reply with limited cognition: steam.
He: Well, yes, I was playing a steam game recently.
I asked: what is it called
Him: Grounded.
Me: is it fun
He didn't answer, just asked: Do you want to play
I'll be honest: I don't really want to, and I don't have much time.
He smiled back, and seemed to understand: Then ask.
I replied without hesitation: because this is my "Marco Valdo".
I guess he must have laughed. He said: Don't think too much. Just chat.
I agree: Well, there are so many songs to talk about after all.
He replied: Well, we can chat over coffee tomorrow.
Me: Well, after drinking coffee, we can talk about the taste of coffee.
He: Well, if this one is good, I will continue it the day after tomorrow. If this one is not good, I can change it the day after tomorrow.
The two of us bounced and communicated childishly like elementary school chickens.
If it weren't for the makeup, I really wanted to rub my face to wake up, because in this dreamlike lightness, I was dizzy for a whole afternoon.
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On this day, apart from washing up, I spent almost the whole night chatting with Lu Chengze.
We communicated with each other on NetEase Cloud, and the topic basically revolved around music.
The types and styles we like are also relatively broad. Country, rock, jazz, all; POP, R&B, blues, all.
At the end of the chat, Lu Cheng asked me: What time do you usually take the bus
I replied in a confused pleasure and distress: If there is nothing to do in the morning, I usually leave at ten o'clock.
He said: Good.
I said: why, are you going to hit me
He replied: I want to try it.
Before getting on the bus the next day, I put on my earphones in advance, turned off the Bluetooth of my mobile phone, and looked forward to successfully connecting with him.
I waited at a fixed position on the platform. The first second I got on the station, my earphones beeped for an automatic connection. I turned around and looked for it at random, and I saw Lu Chengze.
The big boy stood there conspicuously, his white sweater as bright as yesterday.
At that moment, my eyes must have widened because his smile widened because of my reaction.
There were three people between us.
How could I have not noticed him twice before, the mystery of mankind.
In the moment of soothing surprise, Lu Cheng raised his phone and started tapping on the screen, his lips slightly hooked.
I clicked on WeChat and there was no text message.
Suddenly, a voice like a clear stream poured into his skull:
"Good morning, Sugar."
"Do you listen to music?"
I can't help showing my face.
He's a hell of a "want to try", he's "come prepared" with a station set up just for me.
I looked sideways again, and he just happened to be looking over, because of his superior height, he could easily stand in the crowd.
I went to WeChat and replied: OK.
He narrowed his eyes again, and his bangs drooped down obediently, covering his brows. After a while, music rang in my ears, starting with a chorus of very attractive men and women.
It's actually a love song.
At the same time, Lu Cheng approached me with a smile, shining brightly. Especially if you know that this dawn-like smile belongs to you, that kind of vanity, cosiness, enough to swell you into a balloon of hydrogen.
Lu Cheng stood beside me, in a back position, if I wanted to face him, I had to turn my head. In an instant, my heart was beating so fast, it was like I was dancing blindly to the sound of my earphones, and I was in disarray.
It's not that we haven't been this close, but... Yesterday was face-to-face, today I can't see him, and the sense of control is greatly reduced. But I knew that he was most likely looking at me, or looking at me from time to time, drooping his thin eyelids and beautiful eyelashes.
Such as mang in the back.
I let go of the ring a little coyly, and Lu Cheng, who was behind him, raised his arm, and instead, he easily grasped the same ring.
It is also this movement and posture that half of my territory was surrounded and suppressed by him. His arms were hanging by the side of my face, ambiguous and repressive.
The male and female voices in the earphones are intertwined:
"My mind doesn't want you to guess
An uneasy expectation is brewing in the air
we are all waiting
What are your plans
My hand is free for you
when can i get you
A big platform full of love
We are not only digital digital
Drop your phone and make some magic
don't think too much
When I meet you, when I close my eyes, it's a good dream
Dare to come with me..."
I breathe lightly and long.
The song finally ended, the ears were quiet, but the rain was pouring in the chest.
I raised my right hand and curled my fingers, signaling that I had something to say.
He leaned his head close, like a tall and tame white horse, letting me lead.
Feeling my throat tighten and dry, I whispered, "What's this song called."
His whisper-like low tone fell behind my ear, enough to make my heart tremble: ""You are coming in my direction."