Xiao Heng seemed surprised that he would appear here at this moment.
Due to the need for a projection, the lights in the entire room were turned off. Lu Yan was far away, propped his head on one hand, and looked at him, but his eyes were bright.
Xiao Heng's tone softened, even with a smile that he didn't notice: "Why are you here?"
Lu Yan made a mouthful.
two words.
Miss you.
The colleague who was trained and even attacked for changing careers just now asked: "Boss, me, my code..." Since Zhai Zhuangzhi came several times, the title of boss has been circulated in the group.
When the daughter-in-law came, Xiao Heng's complexion changed faster than singing.
The colleague was ready to be ridiculed and humiliated, but Boss Xiao, who usually speaks extremely meanly, showed him a slightly kind look: "Actually, your code is not so badly written."
Xiao Heng: "It's just that there is still a lot of room for improvement. Keep working hard."
After the meeting ended, Xiao Heng hooked his fingers and called him over: "Your boyfriend will have to wait a while." After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he threw him a tablet and coaxed, "Hey, play for a while."
Lu Yan took it, sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, raised his legs: "Password?"
Xiao Heng: "Eight eight."
Lu Yan clicked his tongue: "...didn't you still talk about vulgarity before, and you still use vulgarity."
Xiao Heng not only has this password for the tablet, but also the password for the computer.
He didn't even know why he installed the computer, pressed the button to turn it on, the computer screen lit up, and when he set the password, the password of the owner of the old computer came to mind.
This string of passwords also opened the lock in his heart on the night when Lu Yan lent him the computer.
In addition to the sound of the keyboard, the rest of the studio is the sound of project communication and software testing among several colleagues.
Xiao Heng's project this time is an AI lawyer, completing related consulting work and legal popularization.
Someone in the studio yelled after a while: "My husband cheated, I want a divorce!"
A mechanical voice: "Hi, may I ask if you have any definite evidence of derailment?"
Tester: "I love him so much, I really didn't expect him to treat me like this, hey, blah, blah, blah!"
Everyone in Xiao Heng's group is a dramatist.
Even the crying is simulated, and the image of a woman who is ruthlessly abandoned by a scumbag is vividly portrayed.
Lu Yan lowered his head and took off a lozenge, but didn't speak again.
He searched for a long time, and found that Xiao Heng didn't have many games to play on this device.
In the end, he habitually clicked on GarageBand while biting his candy. Although this gadget has few functions and is not a professional composition software, it has all the basic functions. Lu Yan does not pick software, even if there is only one tone in it, he can sit there and play for a while. afternoon.
After participating in competitions and gaining popularity, although the price of commercial performances is high, such opportunities are still rare. Xu Ye and Da Pao usually have to go to class, and it is not suitable for running around in terms of time.
Recently, Lu Yan still makes some money by live broadcasting and writing songs for others.
By the time Lu Yan looked up from the electronic music software, two hours had passed, and only he and Xiao Heng were left in the studio.
In the middle, a thin man poured water for him.
The rest of the studio had only seen Lu Yan in the program and voting options before, with two votes per day, and if they forgot, they would receive a sharp look from their team leader.
After pouring the water, the man stopped for a moment and sighed: "Finally, I saw something alive."
Lu Yan: "Are you... my fan?"
The colleague said again: "Forget it, we vote for you every day under the coercion and lure of the boss."
"..."
After the people in the studio left, Lu extended his arms, put the tablet on the side, and tilted his head to look at Xiao Heng.
Xiao Heng took a moment to look at him, just in time to meet him: "Look what I am doing."
Lu Yan felt sleepy after staring at it for a long time, with one arm across the armrest of the sofa, and half of his face buried in it: "Just now your team members said that you asked them to vote."
Xiao Heng dragged the mouse and said "um": "Is there a problem?"
"No," Lu Yan said, "I feel that you are becoming more and more like a citizen of the Xiacheng District."
Xiao Heng: "What is the spiritual outlook of the residents in Xiacheng District?"
Lu Yan: "Strong, passionate, persistent, and simple folk."
Xiao Heng glanced at him: "Speak human."
Lu Yan changed his words: "Shameless."
"..." Xiao Heng chewed these three words in his mouth, and said to Lu Yan, "Come here."
Lu Yan stepped on the ground with one leg and walked over: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Heng: "Let me show you what it means to be shameless."
Lu Yan was not afraid of him at all, he was wearing a string of exaggerated bracelets today, when he leaned over Xiao Heng with his hands on the table, the chains jingled.
The stub of cigarette in Xiao Heng's hand had already burnt to the end.
He let go, and the cigarette fell into the ashtray.
Then he got up, lightly pinched Lu Yan's neck with his tobacco-smelling hand, leaned over the computer desk, and took a bite on the tip of Lu Yan's ear.
Then Xiao Heng's lips left for a moment, sticking to his face, down the bridge of the nose, and the moment he kissed him, the hand that was imprisoned on Lu Yan's neck was still not loosened.
The neon red night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected on the two of them.
Before Lu Yan lost his mind, he thought, if the vampire he imagined that night when he wrote Silver Bullet was the face of this person in front of him.
He probably couldn't even write the second half of the lyrics.
This kiss lasted for a long time. If the computer desk in the middle was not too obstructive, maybe they would go crazy and do something in this sacred studio.
When Xiao Heng stepped back, he whispered in his ear: "You have reacted."
Lu Yan let out a "fuck" and sat back on the sofa.
Before he sat back, he saw Xiao Heng's phone vibrated on the table for a while, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.
After Xiao Heng glanced at it, he rejected it.
Xiao Heng: "I have to go to the next city next week. There is an exchange meeting. I just received the invitation letter a few days ago."
Lu Yan could only temporarily suppress a certain reaction by chatting: "The kind of exchange meeting reported in the news, which looks awesome?"
Xiao Heng: "Almost."
Lu Yan's understanding of the technology industry exchange meeting comes from the broadcast on TV and various reports.
Especially after Xiao Heng resumed his computer career, he occasionally surfed the Internet to look up relevant information, and watched the name XH go from being unknown to being gradually mentioned by many people in the circle.
It was not easy for Xiao Heng to receive the invitation letter. If the V group wanted to rush to the ground, Xiao Heng seemed to be climbing the stairs, step by step, and finally stood where everyone could see.
Due to their work relationship, the two of them often report to each other on their schedules.
Lu Yan thought for a while, and found that the most compelling thing in his recent itinerary was an endorsement, so he told about the endorsement.
"The Trust-Mart supermarket near District Seven plans to find us as spokespersons."
This itinerary sounds high enough at first glance.
Xiao Heng squeezed the lighter and said, "International superstars even have endorsements."
But what Lu Yan said next completely broke the grade: "Give me a supermarket discount card, plus four barrels of oil."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Lu Yan felt that the endorsement fee was quite practical: "Is our family running out of gas?"
Xiao Heng: "Son, can you be more successful?"
Lu Yan smiled for a long time.
Lu Yan wanted to say a few jokes at first, but finally fell into a drowsy sleep.
In his dream, he dreamed that Heng Xiao was speaking at an exchange meeting.
The audience was full of reporters, the man was calm and casual, all the lights in the venue were focused on him, he said: "I am Xiao Heng."
Lu Yan thought that the reality was definitely more eye-catching than the scene in his dream.
Until the next morning, he habitually opened the window and saw a black Maybach at the gate of District Seven.
This scene is somewhat familiar, there has never been such a million-dollar luxury car in the Seventh District - Xiao Heng's modified car that accidentally broke into here a few months ago was the first case.
Xiao Heng went to the studio before dawn.
Lu Yan withdrew his gaze, bent over to wash his face, and when he straightened up again, he felt his right eyelid twitch uncontrollably.
In the car, the driver dared not speak.
Seeing that the man in the back seat of the car hadn't responded, and couldn't figure out what the boss was thinking, he hesitated and said, "Mr. Xiao, we're here."
Xiao Qishan was dressed in a suit, frowning as he looked at the messy ruins at the gate of District Seven.
Before coming here, he always knew that Xiao Heng lived in a community that was being demolished, but he never expected that it would be demolished like this. Looking around, there are not many complete plots in the entire community, and only half of the buildings are left.
Looking from a distance, there are two big red floral quilts drying on the clothes rail on the roof of the remaining building.
This place is beyond his cognition.
After sitting quietly for a long time, Xiao Qishan finally got out of the car.
Lu Yan was Xiao Qishan who ran into him downstairs.
In retrospect, this meeting was pretty bad. At that time, Lu Yan was carrying a bag of trash, and Xiao Qishan asked, "Are you Lu Yan?"
Lu Yan raised his eyes.
Xiao Qishan said again: "I am Xiao Heng's father, do you have time to talk?"
ten minutes later.
Lu Yan and Xiao Qishan sat face to face in a nearby coffee shop.
Xiao Qishan looked at him fixedly, and said the first sentence before entering the door: "I know you and my son... are together." He said these three words together very reluctantly.
After Xiao Heng left home, the relationship between the two was at a stalemate. Although Xiao Heng stopped answering his calls after dropping out of school, Xiao Qishan would not let him leave his sight. He hired people to watch his every move. Compared with the small companies that Xiao Heng messed around outside, what he couldn't accept the most were the few photos he took on the street.
Lu Yan never thought that such a wealthy family would find him, and even his speech was almost the same as in the movie.
Lu Yan looked at Xiao Qishan distractedly.
Xiao Qishan doesn't look like Xiao Heng.
They also appear in the seventh district with famous brands. Xiao Qishan is completely different from Xiao Heng. Although the two had a disagreement and had a fight the day they first met, Xiao Heng did not show any disdain for this place except for his bad temper. .
Xiao Qishan didn't like this place at all.
"Xiao Heng will go home sooner or later, he will have his own business and marry a good wife, instead of..." Xiao Qishan was ashamed to say this when he said this, "It's not playing this kind of housekeeping game here. You are still very young, and your mind is dazzled for a while, and you can't tell the difference."
Xiao Qishan said calmly, "I watched your show."
After intimidation, it's time to lure.
Lu Yan originally thought that Xiao Qishan could say something else, but he didn't expect the same few words back and forth.
Hearing it from Xiao Heng's ears was the same thing. Only when he actually saw this legendary "father" did he realize that there were such people in the world.
This kind of person is Xiao Heng's father.
While finding it ridiculous, it was more of an indescribable emotion. He had seen Xiao Heng get up from the mud a little bit by himself, and he had seen him say on the rooftop, "Just that code, I can write ten codes in one night." The appearance of "" is more like the appearance of him staying up all night smoking.
Lu Yan wanted to say, do you know what he did to get here.
…
Lu Yan was completely impatient to listen any longer.
Xiao Qishan was only halfway through speaking when he saw the young man with brow studs suddenly smiled. He reached into his trouser pocket for a long time, and finally took out a few banknotes.
Lu Yan threw all the money he could get out of his body in front of Xiao Qishan.
He stole Xiao Qishan's lines, and said in a single sentence as if 250 million, "Take these 250 and leave your son."
Xiao Qishan: "..."
"You're not right for him."
What should be said by Xiao Qishan in the wealthy routine was said by Lu Yan over and over again.
In the last sentence, Lu Yan met Xiao Qishan's eyes without hesitation.
"You don't deserve to be his father."