The three of us went to a tea house, found a quiet private room, took off our coats and hung them next to us. The waiter served a pot of Mao Feng, watched her warm the cup, wake up the tea, brew and other processes skillfully completed all the processes and then retreated.

Wen Feng and Liu Mo began to chat with each other, sometimes talking about work, sometimes chatting about recent interesting news, and sometimes chatting about interesting things in the past......

I learned from their conversation that Liu Mo is a native of Shandong, born in 1979, one year older than Wen Feng, and came to the company a year earlier than him, the two have known each other for 14 years, and have been colleagues for 14 years, but I don't think they are as simple as a colleague relationship, more like the kind of brothers and comrades-in-arms who have nothing to say.

As time passed, slowly. I watched them chatting, I couldn't insert a word, I could only listen quietly, I started to doze off when I listened, just when I thought I would get nothing tonight, Liu Mo suddenly said, "Your "Sperm Theory" back then can be described as quite awesome!"

Wen Feng hurriedly interrupted Liu Mo and said, "Ink, don't talk nonsense, there is still a little girl here!"

"Today's children don't understand anything, don't they? Liu Mo said to me with a smile.

I thought I was hearing the "mirror theory", but it was only when I was confused about it that I realized from the second half of the sentence that this sperm was not the mirror. My face flushed and I didn't talk, but I still understood what "On Sperm" was talking about later in the story.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this, your old lady is not in a hurry about your affairs? It's not been a few years since she ran to four people, tell me, what requirements does she have for her future daughter-in-law?" Liu Mo teased.

"Request??hehe, no request. No, there is one, she only asks for a woman now!" Wen Feng said with a smile.

"Dizzy, is this not satisfied with the street, what kind of requirements are there?" Liu Mo said with a smile, "You have three sons out of five sons, and you are all two sons away." ”

"What are the five sons of life?" I asked curiously.

"The house, the car, the ticket, your master has it, and you just need a wife and children. Hey, you also think about the old man, you said that you are not too young, and your girlfriend has introduced you one after another, but none of them make you excited?" Liu Mo said worriedly.

"Ink, why are you nagging endlessly with my mother?" Wen Feng suddenly said with a calm face, "You did it on purpose today, right?"

"Isn't this just about caring about you?" Liu Mo deliberately didn't hear his words, stretched his waist and said.

"I mean the song!"

Liu Mo smiled and said, "Does that song still remind you of the past? You won't forget her, right?"

"Who?"

Liu Mo smiled and exclaimed, "Don't pretend to be confused with me, you know who I'm talking about! I've seen that woman once, and I don't even know what her name is?"

Wen Feng was silent for a long time.

I instantly came back to life with full blood, sleepy, and looked at Wen Feng with wide eyes.

Wen Feng glanced at me and said, "Your eyes are big enough, you don't need to open them hard." ”

Liu Mo took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two from the cigarette case, threw one to Wen Feng, lit one himself, and then said: "It's been more than ten years, I remember it...... It seems like 2003, right, the year of SARS! It's been so long, I think you should have forgotten it, but look at you today...... Alas, for the sake of her, how many little girls have you said you have harmed!"

"Fuck your uncle! you don't frame me!" Wen Feng scolded.

"I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. You don't have a sincere evil intention, but can you feel the pain of others??" Liu Mo suddenly glared at him and said hatefully, "What about Lin Yuhan?!What a good girl this girl is Yuhan, why did you ...... back then?"

"Alas!" Wen Feng let out a long sigh.

I had the courage to ask tentatively, "Master, do you have a story......?"

Wen Feng barely squeezed out a smile and said to me, "You post-90s generations actually love gossip so much?"

But I don't think he's smiling naturally.

"It's curiosity, not gossip!" I argued.

Wen Feng picked up the cigarette on the tea table, lit it and took a deep breath, his mouth formed an O-shape, and a smoke ring spit out......

The room fell silent again.

He watched the smoke rings he spit out, which gradually grew larger and finally slowly dissipated, and he seemed to be thoughtful, as if he had suddenly decided something.