Eight

As soon as Gu Ziyan entered the door of Tang Wei's office, he threw the bag in his hand to her, and at the same time sat on her desk with an underwhelming expression, and cleared his throat towards Tang Wei, who was bowing her head to sort out the text.

"Cough~ Xiaoweizi is not quick to thank you, don't call me if you don't have any taxi money in the future, go out without a bag, I can't afford to lose that person with you!"

Tang Wei picked up the bag on the table, and looked at Gu Ziyan's buttocks half-sitting at the table.

“moveyourass！” (Get your ass out of the way!) ）

Gu Ziyan was in pain, jumped off the table in a row, rubbing his ass with bared teeth, and did not forget to count Tang Wei,

"What are you doing, why is this the little girl's family so heavy, do you know how expensive his buttocks are as a gay, can you afford to break it?!"

The corners of Tang Wei's mouth twitched a little, thinking to herself that you are a talented person, you have not heard of anyone attacking such a precious part of yourself......

"If there's something to say, it's okay to get out."

Tang Wei gave him a blank look, he didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, there was a bunch of materials waiting to be processed at the moment, and there was an expatriate list today.

"By the way, what time does the expatriate leave, I almost forgot about it."

Gu Ziyan pouted reluctantly, twisted his waist and walked to Tang Wei's table again,

"I'm here to tell you about this, half an hour later, Xiaomei's manuscript is finished, and you can start work when you get there, if you're ready, you can leave early."

"Oh, I know, you go out first, I'll go straight to you after I'm done."

Tang Wei didn't raise her head, and flipped through stacks of printed information lists back and forth on her left and right hands, the expatriate list they said was a large playground newly opened in the suburbs, and it was said before that Tang Wei's studio was more miscellaneous, and what kind of miscellaneous was it, that is, now the scene props of a haunted house are painted, and they can also take it.

This list has been received for almost two months, and it should have started half a month ago, but many people were sent to other work projects by Lu Yan at that time, and no one has ever painted the manuscript, this is not long ago Tang Wei grabbed Sun Meixin, who had just been idle, so that he could explain the task of the manuscript, otherwise if it drags on, the playground will have to refund the deposit, and this time Sun Meixin not only has to take over the manuscript, but also goes out to draw the whole process, in fact, the original division of labor of everyone in the studio is relatively clear, and the manuscript is specially painted by the manuscript, The special drawing is made, the one who receives the order only takes the order, and the expatriate one just runs out, like this, arranging people to work indiscriminately, or only recently started, there is only one reason, the studio is developing, there are too many businesses, there are not enough employees, everyone has a pile of work, it is really inseparable, of course, Tang Wei promised her two more points of this month's salary commission, for the sake of money, otherwise who loves to take this job.

Because it is a large playground built with a lot of silver, so although a haunted house that usually looks like a small fight is placed here and the scale has become considerable, in addition to Tang Wei Gu Ziyan and Lu Yan Sun Meixin, there are only two other men and one woman, according to the meaning of the playground, and give more than a week of time, otherwise the money will be refunded, the time is so tight, you can imagine how much work they will do every day, So when Tang Wei saw a row of unfamiliar numbers on her mobile phone and picked it up at night, she heard Qiao Mosheng's voice coming from inside, the brush she was holding slipped and the green-faced fangs under her hand were broken......

"Hey, I'm Qiao Mosheng."

The sound that was still in my ears yesterday came out of the earpiece of my mobile phone with a hint of electric current.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Tang Wei tilted her head and held the phone in her hand, while re-repairing the green grimace in her hand, she asked, but what she was thinking about was the digits on her bank account,

"Well, I want you to do me a favor."

I don't know if it's because of the bad signal, Qiao Mosheng's voice sounded a little choppy,

"What's the busy?"

Tang Wei stopped what she was doing and put her phone on her ear.

"Let's meet, where are you, I'll look for you."

"Ahh I'm in the suburbs, I'm still working, it may be late, are you in a hurry, or I'll look for you another day? ”

Tang Wei looked around and there were still large blank scenes that were not painted, and asked a little apologetically,

"It's okay, I can wait for you if it's convenient for you."

Qiao Mosheng's insistence made Tang Wei unable to refuse,

"Okay," Tang Wei took the phone away a little and looked at the time, it was less than nine o'clock now, according to the current work progress, to say the least, I would have to wait another two hours to leave,

"I'm not sure when I'll be able to leave here, so I'll call you when I'm done with work, here's your number, right?"

"Yes, then I'll wait for your call."

On the phone, Qiao Mosheng spoke as usual, without a superfluous sentence dragging mud and water,

I didn't feel anything when I called, but after hanging up the phone, Tang Wei began to mumble in her heart, how could Qiao Mosheng, who had known Qiao Mosheng for less than a day, ask for help from herself......

What could make Qiao Mosheng close the store early in a hurry, and hurriedly go home to look through the note that he had left in the morning.

Qiao Mosheng answered a phone call in the store during the day, and when she saw the string of numbers that she once remembered was displayed on the mobile phone screen, Qiao Mosheng suddenly had a feeling of being suffocated, just when the other party thought that no one answered and was about to hang up, Qiao Mosheng clicked the answer button,

“……”

After the phone was answered, Qiao Mosheng did not speak first,

"Hey, Mo Sheng?"

Seeing that no one was talking, the other party tentatively called her name,

The woman's voice on the phone is still the same as before, gentle, quiet, just listening to it can make people feel at ease, once, this voice was close to her ear, speaking warm sweet words, soothing her lonely heart, countless nights, this voice appeared in her dreams, not far or near, as usual, softly calling her name, but whenever Qiao Mosheng opened his mouth to respond, the voice could no longer be found, how many mornings, Qiao Mosheng opened his eyes that had just woken up from sleep, Looking at the white ceiling that was a little dazzling by the sunlight outside the window, looking forward to hearing the voice of the woman in her dream again, but when the other party's voice came from the other end of the phone, she suddenly realized that this peace of mind no longer belonged to her, and she enjoyed different treatment in different relationships, and now she no longer has the right to enjoy this gentle peace.

“…… Yes, it's me. ”

Qiao Mosheng's hand holding the phone trembled a little, she changed the phone to the other hand, and replied in a low voice,

The other party seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing her answer,

"Mo Sheng, you... How are you doing? ”

The cliché words are because he can't escape the cliché plot, Qiao Mosheng pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly,

"I'm fine."

In three concise words, she summed up her two years of life, sluggish, depressed, crazy, presumptuous, and bland......

When two people who talk about death all day long and don't get along with each other meet on the street for three days and make a fuss, you will say, ah, this world is really small.

But when you rub shoulders with another person, walk all the streets you have walked, go to all the small shops you have ever visited, sit in the same theater, the same theater, the same theater, the same row of seats and the same seat you used to have, you know that she is in a certain corner of the city, you hold all the hope pressed in your heart and follow the footprints of your past, over and over again, day after day, every time you go to these places, your heart is like being torn alive, and every time you leave you, what a heavy step you drag, But even so, you still insist, but even if you insist, you still can't see the person you want to see, the streets you once walked are greeted by unfamiliar faces, the small shops you once went to have already changed owners, the people who used to sit next to you in the theater and would hold your hand, now there is only an empty red seat left, whenever this time, you will say, well, this city is really big.

The two people who were silent on the phone, no one seemed to want to break this moment of silence,

Qiao Mosheng wanted to hang up the phone a little, but when the phone was taken down, and when her thumb was about to touch the red button, the psychology of the troublesome forced her to put the earpiece to her ear again.

After repeating this twice, the other party finally opened his mouth first,

"Mo Sheng, I'm getting married......