Xie Yan stared out the window.

High upstairs, there is nothing outside the window, only lonely patches of roofs and the same steel and concrete.

This city is so cold, yet so changing with each passing day.

Just like the problems he was obsessed with overcoming every day, the charm of code and architecture, and his fantasies about the future... He had never felt so deeply when he was studying in school.

He sighed sadly and said to Ding Wei on the other end of the phone:

"I miss you too."

"But Weiwei, the feeling of fighting is really wonderful...so, I have to make you a lonely girlfriend for the time being."

Ding Wei also laughed.

"I know, I'm working hard too. So, you have to be a lonely boyfriend for the time being."

The two of them talked over the phone and talked a lot, but in the end they all turned into hearty laughter.

…

Xie Yan hung up the phone and was about to turn out of the corridor when he saw Zheng Gong staring at him with complicated eyes.

He was startled.

"Gong Zheng."

Zheng Gong looked at him deeply, then slowly walked towards the office with his hands behind his back:

"Young man, when you're in love, you're in full swing... Who wasn't when they were young?"

If you were an ordinary company employee, you would probably have to guess whether the big boss is dissatisfied with him making personal phone calls at work.

But everyone knew about Gong Zheng’s temperament. Xie Yan returned to his work station and asked Senior Brother Zhou:

"What's wrong with Mr. Zheng? He seems to be in a bad mood..."

"Oh it's all right."

Senior Brother Zhou, whose mood had completely calmed down, did not even raise his head:

"His wife called him just now and scolded him, saying that he might as well marry a computer and not even remember his wife's birthday."

Xie Yan:……

Suddenly I had a bad feeling.

He quickly took out his calendar and checked it, and then he remembered that he had already spent the first half of the year with Weiwei.

Although it was just a simple four-inch cake, the two of them only had time to have one meal...

But that too has passed.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

…

Seeing this, Senior Brother Zhou kept moving his hands and asked:

"What did you give your girlfriend for her birthday?"

Xie Yan:……

He was a little confused:

"My salary card has been given away a long time ago. I don't have the money to give it to me on my birthday."

The little bit of bonus was invested in the stock market.

Senior Brother Zhou:......

He looked at Xie Yan with a resentful expression:

"On Xiaoya's birthday, I gave her a Hermès bag, costing 21,000 yuan."

The bonus I had saved for half a year was completely wiped out.

Huh!

Xie Yan was also shocked.

"Did you braid the gold thread?"

Senior Brother Zhou did not answer his words, but shook his head and stared at him, hating that iron could never become steel:

"If you don't give your girlfriend a gift on her birthday, your relationship won't last long."

Xie Yan:……

Sometimes I really want to beat Senior Brother Zhou, what should I do?

He smiled, looking extremely sincere.

"Senior brother, you give it away every time anyway, and I haven't seen it for a long time."

Senior Brother Zhou:......

He retracted his seat autistically.

…

After all this fuss, it's almost five o'clock.

My aunt was preparing dishes in the kitchen. Ding Wei and Zhou Haitao brought a plate of beans and peeled them there. They were probably going to make fried minced pork with peas and rice in the evening. Her aunt was good at this dish.

As for the other big dishes, my uncle’s cooking is the most delicious.

Zhou Haitao is mysterious:

"Sister, what did my mother tell you?"

"Nothing." Ding Wei glanced at him: "Why are you asking so much?"

Zhou Haitao curled his lips: "It's okay, I just want to tell you, if we have a quarrel tonight, I'll come. Do you think I won't fight him to death?"

This kid talks really...

Ding Wei couldn't laugh or cry.

"Don't say anything. We are the same generation. How can you quarrel with them? After the quarrel, at least you have to pretend and apologize. It's not worth it... Auntie will help."

Zhou Haitao frowned: "There are some things they adults can't say out loud because of their face! As for my child, you also said that children are not sensible and have no taboos."

Ding Wei looked at him and said with a complicated expression:

"You are such a clever little guy..."

Zhou Haitao said proudly: "That's right!"

…

The sky was dark with twilight, the setting sun was like a pickled duck egg yolk, and even the clouds next to it seemed to be stained with quicksand.

But beyond the clouds, night has begun to invade.

It was at this time that Ding Haiyang and Bai Xiujuan came to the door.

They wanted to find an excuse not to come. They were not pushed by the aunt, and there was nothing they could do.

Neither of them looked good-looking, and it seemed that the anger they suffered at the dinner table today had not subsided even after an afternoon.

Seeing that they were unhappy, Ding Wei felt relieved.

The slight smile on her lips was caught by Ding Haiyang, and he was immediately furious:

"You have to pick things up at home every day. Your mother is inconvenient and you won't come to pick her up!"

Ding Wei slowly threw the peeled beans back into the bowl, pressed the back of Zhou Haitao's hand that was about to move, and apologized very sincerely:

"I'm sorry, Mom, I forgot you were pregnant."

"But Auntie, the corridor is very narrow, and it's only big enough for two people to walk. If you ask me to go down to pick you up, I can't carry you either."

Zhou Haitao:……

Alas, I just hate that iron cannot become steel!

How come his sister has such a soft temper!

But look at her expression again...

There is a bit of innocence in the kindness, and there is a bit of grievance in the innocence, but why is there a bit of joy in the grievance?

The silly little straight man can't understand.

…

Ding Haiyang was full of words but was choked back.

When it comes to being sarcastic and mean, he does have quite a vocabulary, but firstly to save face, and secondly to compare his vocabulary with those from the Chinese Department, I'm afraid it would be better to admit defeat as soon as possible.

Second Aunt Ding Limei sneered.
To be continued...