Pudding and I came to Xiamen, it was close to noon at this time, the sun hung on the top of our heads like a huge monkey butt, yes, although this guy suddenly inserted a bar and disrupted all my plans today, but after all, he is also a friend who has worked together for many years, and he came all the way to my house to commit suicide, so he had to invite someone to dinner.

I took Pudding Mei to a restaurant and ordered the sand tea noodles she wanted to eat, fried oysters, jelly bamboo shoots, hand-beaten beef tendon balls, etc., this guy didn't treat himself as an outsider, didn't say a kind word, just gobbled it up.

This is the first time I've met Pudding Girl.

Her image is completely different from what I imagined.

In my imagination, she should be an old editor in her forties, wearing a pair of reading glasses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle, a standard Persian roll from the early 80s, and a phone ringing that I would have crashed to death if it weren't for "Over the Moon". I called her sister because I saw that the people under her QQ space called her that.,At first, I just thought that maybe the older the woman, the more she likes this title.,After all, it looks young.。

But the girl in front of me, at most twenty-six or seventeen years old, was wearing a floral dress, a pair of white canvas shoes, a bag on the back of her head, and a small cherry hairpin as a decoration. In fact, I have imagined countless images of pudding girls, but I didn't expect this guy to be a "monster" when I thought about it.

I couldn't laugh or cry.

Thinking that a man who is close to the "age of not being confused" has been called by this little girl for several years, when he trained me, it was like training her own turtle son, I couldn't help but give birth to an inexplicable evil fire in my heart, and I couldn't wait to pick the cherry on her head and throw it away.

My relationship with Pudding is a pure business, and it may not even be a friendship. Plus this guy is still a monster, so I'm even more lazy to deal with her. I've never been a fan of two types of girls, one is tough, and the other is weird. I've always taken a "can't mess with" tactic with these two girls, and who knew that her pudding turned out to be a strengthened version of these two two-in-one. So after eating I said I was leaving. But Pudding adopted a "kraft candy" tactic against me and stuck to me!

She didn't care what I said at all, she wanted me to accompany her shopping, I said I was really in trouble, she said that it was okay to go, give her the manuscript, and let me go after handing in the manuscript, otherwise she would go wherever I went. When I heard this, it was like eating two taels of, and I didn't know how to tell people when I was so aggrieved.

I said helplessly: "Even if you write, you have to give me some time, right?" ”

Pudding led me forward like a cow and smiled, "Then let's go shopping first"

I walked with him to Chinatown, looked at the clothes a few times, and finally she took a fancy to a white T-shirt, so I asked the boss how much it was, and the boss said in a half-Fujian, half-Urumqi accent: "Three hundred and sixty yuan." ”

Pudding said: "Three hundred lines, I don't have much money with me, just look at it casually, I will buy it if I can sell it, and forget it if I can't sell it." ”

The boss was just about to agree, but then I opened my wallet and took out sixty yuan and said, "I have this, I have this." ”

Pudding's face turned blue and purple with anger, and he said, "Lao Tzu won't buy it!" Then he shook his hand and left.

I was stunned and digging my nose solemnly, and the whole person was circled, where did I offend her? A smoke-emitting Yamaha motorcycle passed me, and the song "Don't Guess the Girl's Thoughts, Don't Guess" was playing in the stereo......

Pudding and I walked into a seaside café on Huandao Road, where she ordered a cup of Ethiopian monastery Yirgacheffe and I ordered a glass of soy milk from Xiamen, Fujian Province. The pudding gently shook the small iron spoon in the cup, lowered his head and did not speak, I was anxious like a cat's paw, thinking about what way to send this aunt back to Beijing.

At this time, Pudding slowly raised his head, looked at me and said, "You know that there are so many excellent writers under my hands, but after so many years, I have only handed over the most important manuscript to you to write, do you know why?" ”

I said: "First, I am one of the few remaining writers of the heavy school in China, and my works not only contain stories, but also a strong sense of social responsibility and national belonging. Second, except for the book "Shackles", which I wrote, all other books helped the company make money. ”

Pudding shook his head, "No. ”

I said, "Then why do you say that?" ”

Pudding said: "First, I admire your spirit of not blushing when you talk nonsense. The so-called skin is as thick as the city wall, bragging about Wang Lang, talking about people like you. It is rare for a person to be as thick as you are. Therefore, I will hand over all the drafts with a high degree of difficulty to you, because you dare to blow what others dare not blow, you can blow what others can't blow, and you want to blow what others don't want to blow. ”

I don't know where to put my old face as Pudding said, and if it weren't for the fact that the beach was so full of sand that I couldn't drill into, I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into. But after taking a sip of coffee, she continued: "I remember that time in 14 years, there was a crooked wind in the society for a while, and those who had two spare money in their hands liked to go to foreign countries to invest. But you lived up to expectations, took the job seriously, and cut in from the angle of "scrubbing the bath" with a tragic writing, and vigorously criticized the American people for not having a bathhouse, which immediately aroused the approval of the masses in the north, and even brought the brothers in the south to the indignation, vowing to defeat the oppression of the people by US imperialism, rescue thousands of compatriots in the world village from the dire situation, and establish a plan with a feasible framework so that the people of the world can take a bath. ”

I hurriedly stopped her: "Don't say it, don't say it, it's a big New Year." ”

Pudding said, "Of course, I don't trust you just because you can talk about it. ”

I said, "Then what else." ”

Pudding sighed and said, "There's a more important reason. She looked up at me and said, "Because you have done everything you promised me, and you have never broken your word to me." ”

I lit a cigarette and was silent.

Pudding said: "Do you remember, once you had a high fever of 40 degrees, and I told you to rest, but you didn't rest, insisting on finishing the manuscript within the time we agreed." Do you think I came to Xiamen overnight to urge you to ask for a manuscript? I'm worried about you, you didn't even let my pigeon have a high fever, but this time you ...... I've been Q you but you don't reply, call and turn off, I'm afraid something happened to you, so I rushed to Xiamen overnight and had to see you with my own eyes to feel at ease, I know you're heartless, but you never joke about writing, what made you give up writing? Tell me, what's going on? ”