Eat, eat and chat, as Yu Zihuan's smile increased, Yu Zhile gradually regained the feeling of getting along with him in the past, although he always felt that there was something she couldn't understand in his eyes, and he didn't seem to be very willing to go into detail. Inform her about the changes that have taken place in these eight years. However, Yu Zhile blamed it on the child growing up, there would always be some little secrets that she didn't want to share, and she also wanted to leave him some private space.
It was past 9:30 when he was cleaning the dishes. Yu Zhile took the initiative to ask Ying to take over the task of washing the dishes, but Yu Zihuan took him out of the kitchen by his collar. Leaning against the kitchen door and looking at him, "You will spoil me like this. What if I don't want to do anything in the future?"
"Then don't do it." Yu Zihuan's hands kept moving, and he replied seriously.
"How can this work? You refuse to charge my rent. How can I be embarrassed to eat and drink at your house for free."
Yu Zihuan paused, looked back at Yu Zhile, and quickly put on a joking tone, "Because you just came back today, you only get this kind of treatment. Besides, I don't charge money for rent, and I didn't say that I won't charge it in other ways. ."
"If you don't accept money, what do you accept?" Yu Zhile looked confused.
Yu Zihuan put the last bowl on the bowl rack to control the water, wiped his hands with the towel on the hook beside the sink, turned around and walked towards Yu Zhile step by step, with a smile on his face but not a smile, and his tone was difficult to distinguish between true and false. /Repay."
Yu Zhile panicked when he saw him, she stepped back subconsciously, and stopped when she bumped into the dining table, she recovered, and pretended to smile calmly: "Do housework, just do housework, talk about meat/payment, this kind of joke can't be mess up."
Yu Zihuan looked at her and didn't speak, Yu Zhile kept talking, "That's good, people who don't cook in the future will wash dishes, laundry and mopping the floor as well. How about taking turns?"
Yu Zihuan looked at her with a helpless look, but still nodded happily.
Compared with the previous cohabitation life with Yu Zihuan, because he changed from a student to a boss, while Yu Zhile changed from a diligent temporary worker in a small supermarket to an unemployed person waiting to die, and because of the changes in their ages, in many There are still many differences in the details of life.
For example, Yu Zhile, who has no pressure, is more and more unable to get up in the morning. It is usually Yu Zihuan who cooks breakfast, and Yu Zihuan is also the one who wakes up in the room. He was raised to be a rice bug that eats nothing but does not cook; another example is Yu Zihuan who often walks around naked when he washes in the morning and after taking a shower at night, and he prefers to shower in the bathroom outside, which often makes Yu Zhile, who accidentally bumps into him, troubled A big red face.
She wanted to have a good talk with Yu Zihuan about the difference between men and women. After all, he is no longer a child, but she didn't want to tell him too frankly, so that he would not be dangling around the room naked, because this The house belonged to Yu Zihuan, it seemed a bit too much for her to interfere with his freedom.
So she mentioned it to Yu Zihuan tactfully, showing her strangeness that he had developed a habit of not wearing clothes over the years. Yu Zhile immediately self-destructed the city, laughing and rounding up the field, "I heard that when you have nothing to do, let your body not be bound by clothes, and blowing the natural wind will help your health. Your new habit is very good, very good." No. After she finished speaking, she regretted it. It was just talking nonsense with her eyes open.
Forget it, since Yu Zihuan doesn't care about being seen by her, why is she embarrassed? White and tender, thin but not woody, with smooth and powerful muscle lines, tender and juicy meat/body just looking at it. Yu Zhile had already broken the jar, but since then he has become magnanimous.
Yu Zhile's job search is still in progress. Yu Zihuan suggested that she can continue to write novels, and told her that her editor had expressed his desire to accept her new manuscripts many times over the years, but Yu Zhile was not very confident, "I Back then, I had a head start. After so many years, readers’ tastes have long been cultivated. I’m afraid my set is not popular now. But how do you know what my editor thinks? She came to the door?”
Yu Zihuan frowned, and then said calmly, "Didn't you leave me your contact information with the editor? I later logged into your account and saw the editor's message."
Yu Zhile was very surprised and said without thinking, "When did I leave you this kind of thing?"
Surprise and doubts flashed in Yu Zihuan's eyes. He took Yu Zhile to the study, opened the locked drawer of the desk, and took out a well-preserved but slightly yellowed piece of paper. Items and numbers, as well as the account password that Yu Zihuan said.
Yu Zhile just realized, isn't this the memo she was writing before unexpectedly returning to 2015
"This is not for you."
Yu Zihuan blinked a few times quickly, but it was still difficult to suppress the joy on his face. His eyes seemed to be ignited in an instant, shining like stars, "You mean, you didn't leave this paper for me on purpose?"
Yu Zhile took the piece of paper and looked at it, and confirmed again, "Yes, this is a memo for myself, but I came back before I finished it."
Yu Zihuan lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed to himself, Yu Zhile glanced at him strangely, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Yu Zihuan laughed enough, raised his head and looked straight at her, "Yes, I took the wrong medicine, and I have been wrong for many years."
Yu Zhile didn't understand what he was trying to express. He shrank his neck back, glanced at him sideways, raised the paper in his hand and asked, "Do you still want this?"
"Yes." Yu Zihuan took the paper and carefully put it back in the drawer. Seeing how cherished he was, Yu Zhile craned his neck and looked around, trying to see what else was in the drawer, but he found a lot of scratch paper. The handwriting is very familiar, and the content is even more familiar, it is the manuscript of the novel she wrote before.
"It's all waste paper, why do you keep it?"
Yu Zihuan quickly locked the drawer, blocking Yu Zhile's continued prying eyes, and said jokingly, "If you become a literary master in the future, these papers will not be waste paper."
"Hahahahaha." Yu Zhile looked up and patted Yu Zihuan's shoulder, "You think too much."
"Have you not read the comments on the Internet? Many readers have hoped that you will continue to write over the years. Don't be so unconfident."
"Really?" Yu Zhile was very skeptical. Before Yu Zihuan could answer, he waved his hand and said, "Even if it's true, I won't write it anymore. At that time, I just wanted to find something to do, and getting the manuscript fee was a windfall."
The biggest gain is that he left a sum of money for Yu Zihuan, so that he would not cut off his source of life too early after she disappeared. As for now, Yu Zhile has no intention to join another network after another. The excitement of the novel.
Yu Zhile's resume has also received some interview notices, but it is either an unreliable leather bag company, or he has passed the initial test and was brushed down in the second test. That day, she went to a foreign trade company for an interview, and saw a familiar face among the three interviewers.
She quickly glanced at Yan Yuanqing, who seemed to be much more mature than the last time she saw him. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. Looking at the demeanor and the movement of turning the pen in his hand seems to be a little absent-minded.
But of course Yu Zhile did not dare to show acquaintance with him.
For those who had seen her eight years ago, she should be around thirty now, not a college student who just graduated. If she met Yan Yuanqing, she would be in big trouble.
"Miss Yu Zhile, please tell me why you are applying for this position and what are your advantages?"
Yan Yuanqing heard the name of the colleague in the middle calling out the name, so he turned his eyes to Yu Zhile opposite Yu Zhile, but his focus was not her answer. He frowned and stared at Yu Zhile for a long time, then lowered his head again. Studying the resume in front of him, he finally showed a puzzled and interesting look.
Yu Zhile didn't look sideways, just pretended he had never met him before, and concentrated on answering the other two interviewers' questions. In the recent series of interviews, she has sufficient experience and preparation for various routine questions. After she answered, the two interviewers exchanged glances with each other, nodded, and then asked Yan Yuanqing with their eyes. Of course, Yan Yuanqing did not. Expressing objections, Yu Zhile successfully received the notice of the second round of interviews a few days later.
The night before she went to take the re-examination, Yu Zhile was a little anxious, circling around in the living room, Yu Zihuan was sitting on the sofa handling official business, and she didn't think her back and forth made her dizzy.
"You said I wouldn't fall short again, right?" Yu Zhile made himself dizzy, leaned on the sofa, and said beside Yu Zihuan's legs.
If she hadn't been eliminated a few times in the past, Yu Zhile might not have been so nervous yet, but she always performed abnormally in the reexamination, which made her a little nervous.
Yu Zihuan stopped the work at hand, lowered his head and comforted: "Don't be so nervous, you will definitely be fine with your normal performance."
Yu Zhile rolled his eyes and said a little embarrassedly, "Actually, I might be able to go through the back door this time, but it may be a little troublesome, and it is always impossible to win."
Yu Zihuan didn't know why, and looked at her suspiciously.
Yu Zhile sat upright and said mysteriously, "Guess who is among the people who interviewed me this time?"
She has always liked to play guessing games. Yu Zihuan couldn't help but frown and asked as before, "Who is there?"
"There is Yan Yuanqing. Are you saying it's a coincidence?"
Yu Zihuan's smile didn't change, his eyes narrowed even more, hiding his slightly dark expression, "That's quite a coincidence."
He was also considering opening the back door, but he opened the back door to brush Yu Zhile off, and then arranged to work in another company.