Life must be full of joy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, and the ecstasy of dreams come true mixed with remorse Zhao Le is drunk.

After joining the GCA Research Institute (North America) for five years, he only had superiors and subordinates in the world, but he had no friends, and even the alumni of the academy respected him. With an IQ of 120, he also knows that he is just the little fish that was hit by the fire at the city gate, because a friend's celebrity girlfriend needs hype, and he is just a victim of that round of hype.

He hated, hated to go back to China and stab the friend who made him infamous, but as that friend became more and more dazzling, he couldn't hate it anymore. Because the gap between them is like a world of difference, that kind of natural talent is not something he can hate at all, and even at the critical moment, he still runs for help with a cheeky face.

Life is like a gamble, and he won the bet. With his outstanding talent, he not only joined a friend's company, but also quickly set up his own scientific research team, and five years later received tens of millions of dollars worth of futures stocks, and became the deputy chief engineer of the research institute.

Success, the American dream is real, in this land of freedom, as long as you rely on your own efforts, anyone can really achieve success. But why is it that after success, there is still unspeakable regret in my heart, and I will be sad at the slightest touch.

The grand party was dispersed, and the happy colleagues left one after another, and Zhao Le, who was already drunk, was still humming there with a wine bottle, humming a song he learned from TV in his home country.

That laughter reminds me of my flowers, blooming quietly for me in every corner of my life. I thought I would always be by her side, but today we are gone. They're all old, where are they? ……’

This is an internal party, and the people who come to the party are the master's right-hand men, and the maid who began to tidy up does not disturb him, and he sits alone on the open-air balcony on the second floor and hums, until he begins to cry, and then runs to report to Li Jiaming.

Unlike Jiang Yu, who despised Zhao Le, Li Jiaming did not feel that his character was inferior, at most he was a little cowardly emotionally, and he didn't dare to face his lover with guilt. What happened back then was purely an emotional entanglement between two adults, but this guy didn't let Ruan Zhi take the debt for him, which was still much better than those scumbags.

Hearing the maid's report, Li Jiaming, who went to see what was going on, walked behind Zhao Le and couldn't help but be stupid when he listened to the song humming by the tearful man. He hadn't heard the song, and it was supposed to be a niche song, but the man's tears and lyrics reminded him of his past.

Winter in California rarely snows, but today it snowed, and the snowflakes flying under the lights reminded him of walking home. How many years have it been, and why does it still seem like yesterday?

Alas, the man is not afraid of tears, but it is not time to be sad. With a secret sigh, Li Jiaming, who was also sad, turned around and left. When he arrived at his study on the third floor, the lonely Li Jiaming opened the old desk that he had moved from his hometown, and an old camera and an old harmonica were lying quietly in the drawer.

The camera was an old-fashioned Haiou 125, which was supposed to sell for 160 back then, and the girl had been doing housework for two years to save money to buy it; The harmonica was dropped when she was playing with herself, and then she listened to herself 'pondering' all night, and she actually played better than she learned for half a month, so she gave it to herself.

Back then, she said, 'What else can't you do?' ’

What did you say at the time?

didn't say anything, because Zeng Chun and they had made the fungus sticks, and they had to hurry to work, so they took her to the company by bicycle.

The past is going on, and the gloomy Li Jiaming picked up the old Guoguang harmonica and played the melody he heard downstairs just now, and the inexplicable sadness permeated the study room according to his childhood.

Some things, some people, are missed, and they can never be returned.

Over and over again, Li Jiaming, who was immersed in the past, picked up the phone on the desk by surprise, dialed the phone number engraved in his mind, and hung up in a hurry until a tired voice sounded over there.

Liu Shasha, who was still making a model late at night, received a phone call, and was quickly hung up by the other party, thinking that someone had made a mistake, so she threw away her old mobile phone and continued to work as a ****.

This is a good job, and I can earn 500 US dollars, which is enough for my return ticket. The money of the American people is too easy to make, and the American boss is too black, if he has a design studio, he can earn at least 2,500 US dollars for this job.

Yang Fenhua, who had just finished washing, came out of the bathroom and heard a call from her best friend, thinking that it was the opposite sex she had cared about for a long time, so she quickly pricked up her ears, but she never thought that it was a mistake.

"How much longer?"

"Soon, you're done with the glue!"

Yang Fenhua, who was wearing his best friend's pajamas and his best friend's cotton slippers, glanced at the soon-to-be-completed and exquisite architectural model on the table, picked up the mobile phone thrown on the table, and wanted to harass Lao Guo, who must not have slept yet. Using Liu Shasha's mobile phone to harass her husband, who must still be in the lab, is one of her bad tastes, and she will do it whenever she comes to Boston.

But when he picked up the old mobile phone to dial, Yang Fenhua pressed the wrong button, and when he saw the phone number he had just called, his drowsiness was immediately dispelled.

Isn't this the phone in Li Jiaming's study? Yes, that's right, that bastard is drunk, and occasionally uses that phone call to harass himself and Lao Guo in the middle of the night, the male is 'I am kind, I am afraid that you wet the bed, so I specially asked you to get up to pee', and the female is 'I am checking the post for your husband'. Anyway, he wanted to sleep, and his mobile phone was turned off, and everyone could only harass his servant.

"Sasha, did that person speak?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Liu Shasha, who was dipping in glue, didn't reply to her head, and quipped: "Don't probe, do you think I'm the same as you?" I'm just a stupid person, I don't have your ability, and my academic love is correct. ”

That bastard wasn't drunk, was he? When Yang Fenhua pulled it back curiously, it was a long time before the Mexican accent of English came.

Hey, that's weird!

Yang Fenhua, who has a very high IQ and a very low EQ, hurriedly called her husband, and Lao Guo, who was still in the laboratory, was stunned and hurriedly walked out of the laboratory to the corridor. Lao Guo is almost forty years old, what hasn't he experienced? hurriedly whispered: "Xiaohua, stop playing, Jiaming will turn against you." ”

"What's wrong? I didn't mess with him, why did you turn against me? I'm still afraid of him? ”

"You, this is his sad thing, it must have been a phone call made under the touch of emotion."

Now it's Yang Fenhua's turn to be stunned, how many years have it been, and Li Jiaming's kid still can't forget it?

Lao Guo on the other side of the phone smiled bitterly, many things and many people will never forget in their lifetime. It seems to be put down, but in fact, it is just placed in a corner, and it will be remembered in the dead of night. Ten years later, don't you still dream of returning to Tsinghua by chance, dreaming of the shadow in the classroom, library, playground, and sunset?

But these words can only be put in his heart, and he can't say them to his wife, Lao Guo had no choice but to sigh and say: "Xiaohua, Jiaming is different from us, there are some people and some things he can't let go." Have you seen him find a girlfriend over the years? Even a girl as good as Hu Xuan has been chasing him for a few years? ”

Yes, Yang Fenhua, who was hiding in the bedroom on the phone, opened the door carefully, glanced at Liu Shasha, who was still working, and closed the door again. She remembered that in the first half of the year, Hu Xuan, who broke up with Li Jiaming, cried like a tearful person, and asked her what it was, but she didn't say the reason for her death.

Alas, the person who can hurt someone is always the one he or she loves.