Ruan Yu was speechless for a moment.
Sure enough, it is easier to have an accident face to face.
She quickly picked up: "I know! There is a report about you on the Internet."
This lie is well rounded, but the problem is that she has pushed herself into another pit.
Xu Huaisong asked with a half-smile, "You know what I do?"
The plate of lard rice cake in Ruan Yu's palm suddenly became hot.
She blinked twice dryly: "It's just... the basic understanding of the client, and I also know that Lawyer Liu is a native of Hangzhou." After speaking, she handed over the white plate and a pair of silver chopsticks, "Eat it while it's hot. ?”
This topic turned really bluntly. Xu Huaisong took it with downcast eyes, and returned to the sofa.
Ruan Yu touched his nose guiltily and sat down opposite him.
He ate like a gentleman, picked up a piece of rice cake and chewed it carefully, his expression remained unchanged, making it difficult for people to judge whether the food was delicious or not.
Ruan Yu thought about it secretly, but the next moment he saw him swallow the rice cake, raised his head and asked, "Do you want to eat?"
Is it because her eyes are too eager, too hard? She quickly waved her hand, retracted her eyes, and then watched a dozen pieces of rice cakes being eaten up.
Although the food looks gentle, but the appetite does not seem to be gentle.
Ruan Yu swallowed, took the empty plate back to the kitchen, and saw him flip through the documents when he came back.
Seeing her coming, he raised his head and said, "I haven't seen it yet."
"You..." She paused, "Are you busy these days?"
"Well, I didn't open WeChat."
It turned out that it was not intentional not to reply to the message. She just thought, Xu Huaisong couldn't be so small-minded.
Ruan Yu relaxed a little now: "Actually, the case is not urgent. After all, the public opinion has almost subsided, and the trial is still early. It is useless to finish the anti-color palette now. You can go back and rest first."
Xu Huaisong didn't speak, but continued to read the document with his head down.
After being polite, she didn't say any more, but after half an hour, she saw him close the file.
Xu Huaisong really couldn't hold his eyelids anymore.
He still understands the principles of sustainable development. The future is long, and we can't exhaust the water and fish.
He closed his eyes: "You help me contact Liu Mao to pick me up, I want to sleep for a while."
Ruan Yu said "OK", sent Liu Mao a message, and was about to ask him if he wanted to lie down on the couch next to him, but when he looked up, he saw that he had fallen asleep again.
She walked up to him and knelt down, calling him in a low voice: "Lawyer Xu?"
no response.
Being a lawyer is an energy-intensive profession.
Forget it, tell him to sleep on his side. She went to the bedroom and took a freshly washed thin blanket to cover him up, sat back on the sofa opposite and closed her eyes to rest, then opened her eyes, only to find that Xu Huaisong was gone.
Too bad she fell asleep too.
The author is indeed a high-energy-consuming profession.
She was about to pick up her phone to see if Xu Huaisong had sent a message, but when she raised her eyes, she saw a note on the coffee table.
The two words flamboyant and phoenix dancing—gone.
Ruan Yu lowered his head, glanced at the thin blanket on his body, and was slightly dazed.
Xu Huaisong slept in the hotel until eleven o'clock in the evening, and habitually opened Ruan Yu's Weibo.
Her Weibo resumed the comment and private message functions two days ago, but there has been no update. Now unexpectedly, he saw a new piece of content from an hour ago.
Wen Xiang: "Come up and say sorry, "I really want to bite my ear with you" will probably not be updated again, and the Jinjiang currency will be refunded when it expires. This decision has nothing to do with the previous cyber violence, good night everyone. [Moon]"
Xu Huaisong blinked lightly, and scrolled down to the comments below.
There are exclamation marks densely, crying and shouting every sentence, "No, big brother", and some people ask "why".
Ruan Yu didn't answer anyone, but the top comment showed "liked by a blogger", which seemed to be her approval.
Xu Huaisong read the comment once, put down his phone, opened the window to let the wind blow for a while, and finally made a call: "Come out for a drink?"
At one o'clock in the morning, when the tables were cleared in the suburbs, Liu Mao stretched his eyelids, looked at the empty surroundings, and snatched the wine glass from Xu Huaisong's hand: "I said you don't come out to drink without chatting? Are you so dull? Drink, have you considered that I, who is not jet-lagged, might be sleepy?"
If you run out of cups in your hand, get another one. Xu Huaisong's eyes were already a little drunk, but he was barely conscious.
He swirled the wine, glanced at him, and said, "What are you talking about? About your blind date?"
In exchange for Liu Mao to block.
When Xu Huaisong came to Hangzhou last time, Liu Mao explained the origin of his acquaintance with Ruan Yu. As a result, he was trampled all the way.
But he didn't mention his relationship with Ruan Yu in a single word.
Liu Mao sighed: "Don't talk about it."
"If I say so, don't knock your chin."
He scoffed: "What kind of earth-shattering story can make me, who is almost thirty years old, knock my chin?"
Three minutes later, there was a "bang" sound from the silent platform.
Liu Mao rubbed his chin and said, "The performance of "Deep Love and Rain" is not as good as yours."
Xu Huaisong turned his head and smiled, but didn't speak.
Liu Mao was dumbfounded for a long time, and asked: "Even if you didn't know her intentions at that time, what's the matter with trying to confess, why didn't you say it? Do you really want to be a good student?"
Xu Huaisong was silent, and smiled again: "You don't know the situation in my house at that time?"
Liu Mao couldn't answer for a while, and asked after a while: "Then what are you thinking now?"
"have no idea."
What Xu Huaisong said was the truth.
Too many years have passed. The reality is not a TV series, and a line of "eight years later" in black and white can be taken lightly.
In fact, from the moment he first learned the truth until now, he hasn't really figured it out.
Whether it's going back to China or playing tricks, every time it seems to be pushed by some force.
And he just gave up resistance obediently.
After a long time, he downed a glass of vodka and said something he would never say when he was sober: "Liu Mao, this feeling is too uncomfortable."
He was not afraid that she hadn't been moved, but he was afraid that she had been.
What is there to be afraid of unrequited love? I thought about it so many years ago. The scary thing is looking back years later and someone telling you - you could have been together.
But now, she has named the male protagonist of the novel "He Shiqian", to celebrate the passing of time, she has been able to write these things indifferently.
Liu Mao thought for a while and asked, "Do you know 'fake sex'?"
Xu Huaisong glanced at him.
"I have a friend who saw each other rightly with a girl shortly after the start of college, but no one said anything about it. He didn't know until he was about to graduate and listened to others that the girl liked him before. The situation is similar to yours. Like. But guess what happened?"
He didn't get a response, so he continued on his own: "Afterwards, he chased after him fiercely, and he finally fell in love with that girl. It's just that," he gestured his fingers, "they broke up in two months. Because in fact, the two of them saw each other When they met each other, they didn't know each other at all, and it was only when they met that they realized that it wasn't the case, and I dared to live in my own imagination at the beginning."
Xu Huaisong lowered his eyes and drank even harder.
"Afterwards, that friend told me that when she was chasing that girl, she was completely dominated by her obsession. She just thought it would be a pity to miss it. It was only after we broke up that I realized that it was just under the cover of 'regret'." Fake liking'. But it was too late, a secret love that was worth remembering at first, and we also kept the best impression of each other, just like this... "
"What do you mean?" Xu Huaisong put down his wine glass with a "snap", "Persuade me, so you can sneak in?"
Liu Mao choked: "The conscience of heaven and earth, I..."
Before he finished explaining, Xu Huaisong picked up his suit jacket and strode out.
After he paid the bill and chased him out, there was no one outside.
Xu Huaisong didn't have a domestic number yet, so he could only dial his WeChat voice, and it took a long time before he was connected.
He asked, "Where are you?"
"In the taxi..."
"Back to the hotel?"
Xu Huaisong's voice sounded a bit chaotic, and after a long silence, he said, "Her family."
At two o'clock in the morning, Ruan Yu woke up all night, probably because he slept during the day, and suddenly became very awake after returning to bed.
Unable to fall asleep, she simply swiped away her phone and scrolled through Moments.
Originally, I didn't expect anything new at this point, but when I refreshed, I saw a circle of friends that was updated not long ago.
Zhikun Liumao: "I accompany people to get drunk in the middle of the night, I don't have any special feelings, just one word: vertical, vertical, vertical, horizontal, horizontal."
The accompanying picture is a photo. On the picture, there is a row of vodka, revealing a corner of the dim yellow scattered table.
Nothing else.
Ruan Yu drew these strokes on the bed sheet, and came up with the word "sleepy", thinking that Liu Mao was more interesting than when he first met him.
She quickly crossed this circle of friends, and found that there was nothing to see, so she turned to Weibo again.
After a few days of hesitation, she made a decision a few hours ago not to serialize "I Want to Whisper My Ear with You". After all, when she wrote the chapter on Chunmeng, she had already accumulated a pile of black history, and she couldn't accumulate more and more.
So she sent an apology.
Ruan Yu clicked on that Weibo, just as he was about to check what the readers had said, pick a few to reply, and suddenly saw the top comment.
It seems to be the random entry of bloggers who spread their nets everywhere in order to attract fans. This person whose ID is "Good Words and Sentences in Love" said: "People always have to look forward, there is nothing difficult to get through, Just never going back."
Damn it, if it's so sour, how could she give it a thumbs up? When did you lose your hand
She trembled all over, got goosebumps on her arms, and quickly clicked cancel.