Chi Guang

Chapter 134

One month into school, Xu Chichuan finally met Lu Miaoyi, not because he didn't want to, but because he really didn't have time.

His mentor is the dean of the School of Economics and Law, surnamed Chen, a kind-hearted and strict old man with two Ph. Yiyi, with hearty eyes, speaks slowly but hits the nail on the head. Before school started, he sent a bunch of articles for him to read. During the two months he lived in the temple, every day he read the Heart Sutra and read literature. When I went to the office for the first time, I happened to meet him instructing a brother in Ph.D. [-] to revise a thesis. I wanted to quit, but Mr. Chen asked him to stay.

then……

He enjoyed a cross talk for free.

"When I recruited you, I didn't know that your Chinese level was at the kindergarten level."

"Really?" The brother looked surprised, "Last year you said that I was at the prenatal education level."

Xu Chichuan:?

"What kind of journal do you think you can submit to for an article of this level?"

His senior brother thought for a while: "Social headlines?"

Xu Chichuan:? ?

"You go back to the furnace and rebuild it. Let's let each other go. I want to live a few more years as a teacher."

The senior brother picked up the computer, his eyes full of sincerity: "Good teacher, I'm leaving now, I wish you good luck like the East Sea and a long life without boundaries."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the computer, bowed, and quickly disappeared into the office. Then his eyes shifted to him. The old man sipped his tea and looked at his new tender seedling with a smile: "Have you read all the articles?"

"finish watching."

"Is it hard?"

Xu Chichuan was very frank: "A little bit."

"It's okay." Mr. Chen blew a sip of tea, with a calm expression on his face, "I'll get used to it slowly, take the time to take the IELTS, it doesn't need to be too high, a score of seven is enough."

Xu Chichuan: ...

It was a very turbulent month, with endless professional courses, endless reading, endless literature, and endless books. I wish I could live in the library. Even my insomnia has improved a lot, and I can sleep until six o'clock in one night.

It's good to be busy, Xu Chichuan squeezed his sore shoulders, so that he won't think wildly when he is busy.

The two made an appointment at the newly opened hot pot restaurant outside the school. Lu Miao was a little dissatisfied as she put the meat in the pot with chopsticks: "Don't tell me when you come back."

"I didn't have time," the chili oil choked into my throat, and I couldn't stop coughing, "Have you found a job yet?"

"Stop it, don't mention it, it's annoying to hear the word looking for a job," Lu Miao rolled her eyes, "My dad wants me to go to his company for an internship."

"Don't want to go?"

"Of course I don't want to. What's so good about management? I'm not that material. I'm comfortable designing. Although my studio is not big, it's enough to support myself anyway. Let's talk about the rest later, right," he paused. Dun, "Sister Jing asked me to ask you, she is engaged to Lao Xie next month, and she will organize a class reunion by the way, will you...go?"

"Engaged?" Xu Chichuan was startled: "So soon?"

"Not so fast, it's been so long."

Yes, it will take ten years from the third year of junior high school to the first year of graduate school.

Xu Chichuan was a little hesitant. Except for Lu Miaoyi, none of his former classmates contacted him again after entering college, and he knew nothing about each other's current situation. Meeting them now should be more embarrassing than exciting.

"Don't worry," Lu Miao shook the beer, "Sister Jing said, only a few of us are invited, Liu Yiyu is the bridesmaid, Yang Yu is the best man, plus Lao Su and Brother Song, there are no outsiders."

"Huang Jing is helping the family now, Lao Xie is a track and field coach, Yiyu and Yang Yu are in a relationship, Lao Su, like you, has passed the postgraduate entrance examination, and seems to be a computer major. Oh, Brother Song has joined a professional team, and now he can It's time to play the game openly." Lu Miao was like a treasure, dispelling his worries inch by inch, "Sister Jing said, your red envelope will be counted as two, and it will be a gift for someone's family."

Xu Chichuan was silent for a moment: "She knows?"

"Nonsense," Lu Miaoyi glared at him angrily, "The whole world knows it!"

"Let me put it here." Mentioning Mu Shihai made him angry, "I'm going to beat him up when he comes back. Damn it, he's a bastard just like that dead autopsy."

"Who?"

"Ye Jing, my body smells like corpses every day, my house stinks."

Xu Chichuan felt that his brain was not enough: "...you live together?"

"Fart! Who lives with him," Brother Sanshui swears angrily, "That's because I pitied him for breaking up with his family and was kicked out, and gave him a room for charity!"

"Breaking up?" Xu Chichuan frowned, he hadn't contacted Ye Jing for a long time, "Why?"

Lu Miaoyi was hesitating and didn't know how to speak, Xu Chichuan blurted out, "Is it because of the recording?"

When will his son be so smart about that bastard: "Yes, according to him, it seems to have something to do with his father."

That's right, the hand holding the cup clenched tightly. He forgot that Ye Jing and Mu Shihai were young, and Father Ye and Mu Xingyong... also knew each other.

The hot pot was bubbling hot, but Xu Chichuan's face became paler and paler, and Lu Miaoyi also fell silent. He didn't know much about what happened back then, but after so many years, he understood it a little bit, not to mention depression and depression. The injury on his hand, just because he didn't go home for four years, is enough to explain a lot.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that if Mu Shihai doesn't come back for a day, Xu Chichuan won't be well for a day. Lu Miaoyi was a little annoyed, poked his chopsticks and turned around in the pot, messing up the soup and splashing it on the table. I understand Xu Chichuan's emotions and obsessions, but my heart always disapproves of this almost masochistic waiting.

Just like what he said to Xu Chichuan, I hope you have never loved and lived happily for the rest of your life. If possible, he even hoped that Xu Chichuan would give up and be a coward and start a new relationship.

On the day of the engagement banquet, Xu Chichuan went to the hotel early with a gift. After not seeing each other for a few years, Huang Jing transformed into a glamorous and mature elder sister, wearing big wavy curly hair and flames. Red lips, a proper Hong Kong-style beauty, her eyes turned red when she saw him: "Why have you lost so much weight!"

"Dog," Xie Zihuang punched him excitedly, "Where did he die!"

"Don't cry, sister Jing," Xu Chichuan smiled and hugged the two of them, "It will take a lot of makeup if you cry again."

"Damn! My old lady has been transformed for an hour!!"

"No flowers, no flowers," Xie Zihuang hurriedly handed over a piece of paper, "My wife is the most beautiful in the world!"

"Xu Chichuan!" Liu Yiyu was full of surprise, and rushed up to give him a hug, almost tripping, but Yang Yu quickly supported her, "Slow down, slow down, isn't someone here?"

Xu Chichuan was a little stunned, as if he had returned to the past for a moment, as if nothing happened in the past few years, all the joy, pain, and entanglement were just a dream he had.

At the end of the banquet, a few people moved to the KTV next door. After drinking for three rounds, the atmosphere reached a climax with the alcohol. Xie Zihuang's face was flushed, and his speech was full of alcohol. He raised his glass and clinked it lightly. Regret in the tone: "It would be great if Brother Mu was here."

As soon as the words were finished, the whole audience froze for a moment, Huang Jing kicked over, Xie Zihuang yelled out, everyone's eyes fell on Xu Chichuan, there was search and regret, but there was no pity or curiosity.

As soon as Lu Miao was about to stand up to make a rescue, she heard Xu Chichuan raise his glass and said lightly, "It's okay."

"He'll be back."

Probably busy time would pass quickly, and it was winter vacation in a blink of an eye. Shen Sijing called and asked him carefully when he would be home. Xu Chichuan turned his pen and paused for a while: "The tutor recommended a law firm for an internship."

"So," the woman's voice was a little disappointed: "Then..."

"I can only come back at thirty."

There were several intermittent gasps from the receiver, and Shen Sijing was so excited that she spoke incoherently: "Okay, then, that mother packs up, and I will pick you up then."

"No, I'll come back by myself."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Chichuan put down his pen and picked up the "Shawshank" that had been turned to the edge, and the handwriting on the title page was old and yellowed.

It's New Years again.