Time is "clicking" away, and Xinyi is refreshing the live flight for a while. At about half past ten in the evening, the software showed that the plane had landed safely.

Xinyi said to her phone: "Tonight is really good, rare punctuality, I used to have to be at least more than an hour late, I guess this time I was taking care of me, I was afraid of waiting in a hurry, so the flight was normal." ”

After Wenhao got off the plane, he sent a WeChat message to Xinyi. "The flight went well, and now I have gotten off the plane and am waiting for the bus to my hometown."

"Okay, stay safe, do I need to pick you up from the bus?" Xinyi asked again.

"No need, you come to pick it up, it's better to take a taxi faster, always go the wrong way, it's not safe in the middle of the night."

Indeed, Xinyi is a road idiot, often takes the wrong road, and it is ridiculously wrong, it is okay during the day, driving according to the navigation, you can see the surrounding road conditions, it is the middle of the night, the writer is really not at ease, let Xinyi pick it up, the car may not be driven anywhere, and it will add more trouble.

Originally, Xinyi also said it casually, but she was also scared at such a late hour. "It's just to be polite to you, it's really a pot that can't be opened, and it always says that people's shortcomings, so hurry up! The meals were cold. ”

Wenhao looked at the WeChat sent by Xinyi and smiled unnaturally.

In a blink of an eye, the bus arrived at the station, and there were a lot of taxis waiting there, so Wenhao found one casually, and it took half an hour to get home.

Xinyi turned on the lights at home, she especially didn't like it when it was dark, she felt comfortable when she looked at the bright lights, and the writer always criticized her, always wasting electricity by turning on the lights like this, and turning on the lights in which house she was in.

But Xinyi always doesn't have a long memory, no matter how much she supervises this matter, she has been taught repeatedly.

As soon as Wenhao arrived downstairs, he saw that the upstairs was brightly lit, and Xinyi was still giving him a hot meal in the kitchen, and suddenly a warm current came to his heart.

Xinyi was heating a meal while looking downstairs, and she saw a green taxi slowly driving towards the community.

Xin Yile looked up and knew that Wenhao was back, she immediately opened the door, then set the meal, and waited for Wenhao to enter the house.

"Wife, I'm so hungry! Thank you for waiting for me so late" Before the person arrived at home, he heard the voice of the writer.

Xinyi immediately took Wenhao's suitcase and said with a smile: "Husband, hurry up and wash your hands and eat!" Look, it's already two o'clock in the middle of the night, you're really right, pinch some back. ”

The writer is trained by frequent business trips, as long as the plane is not delayed, the time is basically the same.

Xinyi waited for so long, and her hunger had long passed, so she watched Wenhao busy.

"Wife, you can eat too, don't just look at me!"

Xinyi was very relieved to see Wenhao eating and gobbling up, she made several dishes, and was wiped out by Wenhao in a blink of an eye.

The writer wiped his mouth and jokingly said, "Are you carrying me behind your back and stealing a big meal?" ”

"How can there be! Don't spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Xinyi felt wronged.

"Then why don't you eat it!"

"My appetite is already poor, how can you eat so deliciously, maybe I'm too hungry, besides, when you come back, my stomach will be full." Xinyi looked at Wenhao and said with a smile.

"Cut...... People say that it is beautiful and delicious, and I have poured your appetite when I come back. The writer said in passing.

"Go, there's so much to eat."

After a full meal, Wenhao said solemnly to Xinyi: "I am going to fly to the south tomorrow morning, and the ticket has been booked." ”

Xinyi was stunned for a moment, and then asked Wenhao very puzzled. "Didn't you just come back, why do you want to go to the south again, what the hell is going on!"

"Zheng Tong, you know!"

Speaking of Zheng Tong, Xinyi immediately said with a spring breeze on her face: "The richest man among your college classmates, my ears are all cocooned, is it that the financial chain is going to be broken again, and the rescuers are gone!" I wanted to go with you to meet him. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you still have to go to see him, where are you going?" The writer didn't want to hear Xinyi say any more.

"Of course I went to the south with you, that big meal, that villa, and he is still a handsome guy with a good demeanor, anyway, it makes people look up to the mountains, there is a feeling of pity, I really envy his wife, I can marry such a boutique man, both rich and talented."

Xinyi's face was full of passion and began to gush.

"Alright! Don't dream of your Spring and Autumn Festival, in front of your husband, how can I feel embarrassed! ”

Then Wenhao calmed down a little and said slowly: "Zheng Tong passed away, and the reason why I rushed back in a hurry this time was to attend his funeral." ”

"Ahh What, it won't. I have the impression that you are a good classmate, why did you still pass away, he is not as old as you. When Xinyi heard the news, her face immediately turned gloomy, and she felt too surprised.

"Hey! It's really impermanence, people in this life, today is fine, maybe you won't see tomorrow's sun in a blink of an eye, life in the world, no one can predict which will come first, luck or disaster. Ordinary people like us live quite healthy lives, but a capable person like Zheng Tong died early, God is really unfair. ”

After Xinyi heard the news, her mood was also extremely low.

"Yes, I heard that he was not in good health, he worked late every day, and he ate and slept irregularly, and now he finally got tired and lay down." The writer was also unwilling to accept this fact.

"With so much money, poor health can be treated, it's a pity to die, I can only say that good people don't live long! Look at the wicked people around you, which one is not alive?" Xinyi couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a pity that he has money but can't buy his life, I heard that his assets have reached hundreds of millions, and a generation of business stars has fallen like this."

"What kind of disease does he have! I've never heard you mention it. Xinyi still feels doubly sorry.

"I heard what kind of cancer it is, the last time Zheng Tong came to play with us, I knew that he was in sub-health, but no one paid attention to it, thinking that it would be over if it was quite strong."

Once Zheng Tong came to play, Wenhao deliberately let him live in the idle house at home, and accompanied him for a few days, that time, Wenhao spent tens of thousands of yuan, everyone sometimes talked about it, and they all said that Wenhao was an interesting big brother.

Another time, the writer was not present at that time, but Xinyi accompanied Zheng Tong's wife to go shopping, Xinyi seemed very stingy, and basically Zheng Tong's wife paid.

After the writer knew, he also said bitterly that Xinyi was a meal, and it was not easy for people to come to the Northeast for a trip, even if the economy was poor, they had to do their best to be a landlord.

In order to save a few hundred yuan, but let the family pay, the writer also asked Xinyi to reflect on how people entertained her when she went to the south, and she had to have a conscience.

If it weren't for Zheng Tong and his wife's sincerity, Xinyi would not have been so impressed by him.

Originally, Xinyi felt a little embarrassed afterwards, but Wenhao reminded him that his level of work was really not good, and people might come like this once in their lives, which was really a failure in life.

This incident will always be fresh in Xinyi's mind, and it does lose face as a writer.

Some of the past events are also vivid in front of Xinyi's eyes, not to mention the writer!

The writer and Zheng Tong have been classmates for so many years, if it weren't for Zheng Tong's original help, maybe there would be no writer today.

"Do you need me to send you tomorrow?"

Xinyi just wants to take the opportunity to stay with the writer more, sometimes, she especially misses the writer, but out of a woman's self-esteem, she is embarrassed to say some things, and the writer spends every day busy, and most of the time he can't see him.

The writer was stupid, he didn't see it at all, when Xinyi didn't say much, he thought that Xinyi was annoying to him and didn't care about him.

Don't look at the writer as if nothing happened on the surface, due to the limitations of the conditions and circumstances when he first met Xinyi, he occasionally had a small inferiority complex in his heart.

In fact, Xinyi has always admired Wenhao, but she didn't show it, she just occasionally played a little petty, she also hoped that Wenhao could take the initiative, even when she was angry, it was a situation that could be resolved in a few words.

But Wenhao is Mu Ne, emotionally, it seems that he doesn't understand many things, so he misses the opportunity for the two to put their hearts in their hearts and have intimate contact, so if they have something to say, they must confide in each other to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"No need! Don't bother you, tomorrow morning, I'll take a taxi to the bus station, and then go directly to the airport, which saves you more time than delivery. ”

"Alright then!"

Xinyi roughly calculated the time in her heart, if she drove Wenhao to the airport, she would have to get up early in the morning, and the fuel money for the round-trip car and the toll would cost hundreds of yuan, so it would be as convenient as taking a bus.

At this time, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night, Wenhao dragged his whole body tired, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye, Xinyi's table was not cleaned up, and Wenhao's arm also fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the writer got up early.

Wenhao cleaned up the table, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and then went to the kitchen to cook, and then ate quietly.

Before leaving, Wenhao went to the room, glanced at Xinyi who was sleeping, kissed her gently, and then quietly closed the door and left a small note on the table.

"Wife, I'm in a hurry, so I can't bear to wake you up, the rice is in the pot, remember to eat it."

When Wenhao was at home, many times when he came back from the third watch in the middle of the night, he was afraid of waking Xinyi, so he didn't turn on the lights, just like a ghost, sometimes went to sleep in another room, sometimes quietly next to Xinyi, and then fell asleep with his arms around Xinyi's neck.

Wenhao especially likes to get up early, out of habit, Xinyi can't eat breakfast many times, and sometimes Wenhao is very angry.

Wenhao got up so early to make breakfast, but no one went to enjoy it, it was really disrespectful to the fruits of his labor, Xinyi either didn't like to eat, or she didn't have an appetite for breakfast.

Wenhao also likes to clean up the bathroom, and he will take care of the sanitation of all the dead corners of the house, the reason is very simple, it is because Xinyi is lazy, so in order to spoil Xinyi, as long as he has time, he will definitely clean up spotlessly.

After Xinyi got up, she found that Wenhao had already set off. "Hey! Hurried back, hurried away, and left me alone. ”