Back in the factory dormitory, Zhao Wencheng was lying on his bed reading a magazine, as soon as he saw him, he stretched out his legs and stretched out his hands and said: "Our talent is back, give me a hug!" Please. ”

Zekuan said in disgust: "You don't sleep in your own bed, why do you run to my bed, I said it, don't mess with my books." ”

Zhao Wencheng said: "Brother Kuan, forgive me, I fell out of love today, I just had a big quarrel with my girlfriend at the skating rink and then broke up and came back. ”

Zekuan said: "Isn't this a good thing for you, you can change it to a new one." ”

Zhao Wencheng said: "Brother, what you said is too hurtful, can you say it again in two days, it's too early now, I'm also a human being, and it will hurt." Let's go to Wu Yi's K bar to sing and drink together. ”

Zekuan said: "I just came back from a day of going there, I'm a little tired, you can go by yourself!" ”

Zhao Wencheng said: "I'm embarrassed to go drinking and playing alone, so you should take pity on me and go with me." ”

"You'll be embarrassed too, hurry up." Zekuan dragged him out of bed.

Zhao Wencheng wailed: "Heavens! O earth! Why is everyone doing this to me? ”

Zekuan poured out a large carton of books and magazines on the bed, picked out the part-time job magazines, some were bought when the bookstore was new, and some were bought at the used book stalls.

He used to read this kind of part-time job magazine, and he generally didn't pay attention to the author, and rarely looked at a person's work systematically, knowing that Xinyun was written because of the sentimental and cruel writing of the novel she won the award with him, which was in stark contrast to his innocent and sweet work, but it just corresponded to his later mood.

Her works are mainly novels, and the characters are mostly migrant workers and students who travel between urban and rural areas, with loss, depravity and struggle as the main tone, gray and sentimental, but quite profound, Zekuan asked himself if he could write such a work now.

He has been watching it, and he likes her works more and more, and through her works, he seems to have a new understanding of her, but he seems to know her even less.

At the same time, he also felt like he was from two worlds, she was probably two or three years older than him, but she seemed to have experienced vicissitudes for a long time.

He was hesitant to actually call her.

It wasn't until a few days later, when the power suddenly went out at 9 p.m., that he was forced to leave the computer training class early, and decided to call her after passing by the IC card phone on the street.

But the phone kept eating until the busy tone was not answered.

He hung up the microphone in some frustration and shook his head self-deprecatingly, it seemed that people still didn't want to treat him as a friend of the country boy.

Just as he had turned to walk a few steps away, the phone rang.

He picked up the microphone, and Wu Xinyun's voice came: "Is it Zekuan?" "There was also a faint sound of loud vocal music.

Zekuan replied, "That's right, it's me." ”

Wu Xinyun said: "I'm sorry, it was too noisy inside just now, and I have to go out of the door to answer your call." ”

Zekuan said, "It's okay. ”

Wu Xinyun said a little unhappily: "Originally, I turned off my phone at night, but I kept on the phone in order to wait for you, but you are good and don't call me all the time." ”

Zekuan didn't know if what she said was true or not, so he simply jokingly said: "Because 、、、 I want to see if you really come to me." ”

Wu Xinyun said: "Okay, you name the address, and I'll go to you." ”

Zekuan told her the address.

"Okay, let's meet, bye-bye." Wu Xinyun hung up the phone after speaking.

Zekuan took this as a joke, but he had some expectations.

After getting off work the next evening, he didn't have to work overtime, he took the computer teaching materials and prepared to eat near the training class.

Since Zhao Wencheng reconciled with him, his attitude towards him has been much better than before, especially when he wants to borrow money.

"Brother Kuan, I know I bullied you when I was in school before, but I don't know each other if I don't fight, and if I fight, it's a life-and-death combat friendship! Can you just lend me another 50? Is it good? ”

Zekuan shook off his hand disgustingly, and said: "Don't pretend to be a woman in front of me anymore, I don't remember those old things, besides, it's Wu Yi who fights with you, you go and talk to him about fighting friendship and borrow from him." ”

Zhao Wencheng said with a dead face: "He said that he just opened now and asks for money turnover, and he asked me to borrow it from you, this is the two of us begging you, and you just received a 500 bonus from the magazine, but you can't die without help, I swear to the universe that I will pay back the salary immediately." ”

Zekuan said: "The more I lend you, the more you will spend." ”

Zhao Wencheng said: "I will save some flowers in the future, and I can not borrow 50 or 40." ”

Zekuan said, "I'll lend you another 30 yuan at most." ”

Zhao Wencheng happily spread his palms and said, "Deal." ”

Zekuan had no choice but to pay him for it.

Zhao Wencheng got the money satisfied, and suddenly said with a light in his eyes: "Wow! Is it that money dazzles me, is it my hallucination to see how cool the beautiful woman in front of me is? ”

Zekuan saw that Xinyun was standing on one foot and leaning against the gate of the industrial zone, his hair was permed in the style of last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, and his clothes seemed to be from last year. Chewing gum in his mouth, he was smiling at him.

Zhao Wencheng's eyes lit up and said, "Look, she is looking at me and laughing, is she seducing me?" Then he put on a posture that he thought he was fascinated by the world.

Xinyun trotted over, passed by him and walked in front of Zekuan, raised his face and asked, "How is it?" Are you upset to see me? ”

"Gao-Xing." Zekuan replied with a blushing face.

Xinyun asked again: "Is it easier for me to recognize this way?" ”

Zekuan nodded.

Xinyun said angrily: "It's just that the hair has changed, is the difference so big?" You can't think of it all day, heartless guy. ”

Zekuan didn't know how to explain to her for a while, and his face turned even redder and smirked.

Xinyun looked at him like this with interest, smiled, took his arm and said, "I said I would come to you, go, you have to invite me to dinner." ”

Zhao Wencheng watched them walk by in amazement.

Many people looked at them with strange eyes, and Sawakuan felt both proud and uncomfortable.

He said: "The food in the fast food restaurants here is not very good, so let's go out on the street and eat it!" ”

Xinyun said: "No need, I've eaten all the more unpalatable." Pull him into the fast-food restaurant.

Zekuan asked her, "What do you want to eat?" ”

Xinyun said: "I will eat whatever you order." ”

Zekuan ordered two servings of three meat and two vegetables, picked the ones he thought were delicious, and then asked for two soy milks.

He was still worried that she wouldn't be used to eating, but Xinyun ate very happily and ate his share of the dish.

Zhao Wencheng ate at another table, watching with disbelief all the time.

Although Xinyun ate quite Sven, he seemed to be quite hungry, and there was no food left, so he picked up Zekuan's computer textbook and flipped through it, and said, "While working and writing and studying, you are quite diligent, do you still have to go to class tonight?"

Zekuan said: "There is no overtime in the factory, there is no place to go, so I go to class." ”

Zhao Wencheng, who was on the side, rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Xinyun asked a little unhappily: "Can't you skip class to accompany me when I'm here?" ”

Zekuan hurriedly said: "Yes, it's okay if you don't go up." ”

Xinyun turned his anger into a smile and asked, "Then where do you want to take me?" ”