Wang Zixu and Lin Feng made an appointment to meet at the entrance of "Xin Rong Ji" in an hour. The old restaurant is two blocks away from the government building.

Lin Feng was still at work, and he thought that Wang Zixu was also at work. So they made an appointment an hour later, when they were about to get off work. In his heart, Wang Zixu was still the well-behaved and honest man. Wang Zixu did not correct him.

Viewpoint. He thinks this is good.

So he put on his clothes and got up and left the house.

Xihe, which is around three o'clock in the afternoon on weekdays, is very unfamiliar to Wang Zixu. It is an unexplored virgin land. He has been going to work in a disciplined manner, but this is a world that only unruly people can have.

The momentum of the sun is weakening, and there is no tingling sensation on the skin, but it makes people feel hot inside. There are pale tall buildings on both sides of the road, glowing with dazzling white light. From the color of the ground, it can be seen that the sprinkler truck has just passed by. There are floating in the air

The smell of heather mixed with the moisture on the ground and rose, becoming increasingly unbearable.

The number of pedestrians on the street ranges between "a few" and "none". With the coming of summer, the last belt of coolness has been untied. The self-employed merchants on the street are hiding in their shops.

, his face sank into the shadows, and with a chic posture, he stared at Wang Zixu, who was walking awkwardly on the street.

Wang Zixu tried his best to hide in the shade of the trees. The harsh sound of electric drills came from the high-rise buildings in the distance, and unknown birds chirped on the trees. A sparrow jumped down, jumped up and down, walked side by side with him for a short distance, and then flew away again.

. There are spots formed by sunlight leaking between the leaves. When the wind blows, these spots sway dazzlingly, making people feel like they are walking on water.

He stopped, raised his head, and looked for some strange shapes among the brilliant blue sky and white clouds.

Thirty years of busy running around in the world, childhood slipped by easily like the tip of a spear piercing a smooth stone. Then came ten years of pale life. He couldn't recall the last time he was like this.

In which year are the days of doing nothing?

The strange thing is that although they are all the same Xihe, today's Xihe looks more colorful. He never felt this way when he went to work in the past. He grew up in Xihe, and he is familiar with everything here, but today it appears in his eyes.

He felt a strange feeling. This feeling made him panic for no reason. He wanted to shout and run across the street. It seemed that this would make the panic disappear.

Perhaps, Xihe has always been so bright and colorful, but Wang Zixu has been sitting in the office all year round, repeating a monotonous life, with white walls and red tables everywhere. The one who has faded away from the color is himself.

He found a place away from his work and the sun, and sat down on a bench on the roadside. He took out his mobile phone, opened the Wenwen app, and took a breath of heat when he saw 999+ unread messages.

Ye Lan told him that "many users" were interested in him. At the time, he did not expect there would be so many.

Most of these message reminders were order reminders, and quite a few were greetings. Dragging the long message list, he saw a variety of online names, using various tones to try to attract his attention.

Suddenly, I had the experience of “seeing all the flowers in Chang’an in one day”.

Wang Zixu put down his phone and smiled bitterly. He had imagined many ways to be "red", but never thought that on such a hot day, "red" would hit his waist in this way.

Sure enough, as a novelist, his imagination is not exaggerated enough.

Wang Zixu picked up the phone. In a corner deep in his heart, he also felt relieved. Because there were too many messages, Qiu Ge's message was drowned in it. For this girl, he always held an unreasonable sense of guilt.

.

He said he would only take orders from her. But having verbal therapy sessions with her over and over again was a kind of deception to him; seeing her application for taking orders but ignoring it made him feel cold-blooded.

It's like his mother explicitly asked not to keep dogs, but he brought a ham sausage to the stray dog ​​on the roadside every day. When the puppy who trusted him so much wanted to go home with him, he locked him out.

All he could say was sorry.

But his sense of guilt is quite weak and is limited to "seeing". Since he can no longer see it, he no longer has this sense of guilt.

His finger stopped on the screen, and a piece of information under his finger caught his attention for a moment in the vast torrent of information:

"Let's chat one last time. You can do it anytime after you see me. I will always wait for you. - Qiu Ge"

The guilt in Wang Zixu's heart began to surge again.

He clicked Accept.

This time Qiu Ge did not reply immediately. In the blank dialog box, both of them were speechless, with only the cursor dancing alone.

Wang Zixu sent a tentative sentence:

【hello.】

As if the starting gun was fired, several messages were quickly sent over there:

【You finally paid attention to me!】

[I sent you seventeen messages, but you ignored me.]

[I thought the last time was really the last time, and I have been regretting it for the past two days.]

Little Prince: [So, you never thought that it would be the last time every time? 】

Qiu Ge: [Hehe, I was discovered by you~]

Little Prince: [Hehe, you are so big.]

Little Prince: [If you don’t want to chat with me for the last time, then you don’t have to use “the last time” as an excuse. No matter it’s the last time or the umpteenth time, as long as you ask, I will accompany you. 】

Little Prince: [Because I found that I am not very good at rejecting you.]

A message came back immediately: [Wait a moment.]

Qiu Ge seemed to be tripped up by something, and it took a long time before he got through to the message again.

Qiu Ge: [I haven’t talked to you for two days, so don’t be so irritating as soon as you get started. I can’t stand it.]

Little Prince: [I didn’t say anything.]

Qiu Ge: [There are a lot of people here, Wuyang Wuyang. Actually, I’m in a meeting. I just spoke, and now I’m chatting with you. Oh my god, it’s so exciting.]

Wang Zixu couldn't quite understand what made her excited. He felt that there was probably something very corrupt in this woman's character. But he couldn't resist it.

Qiu Ge: [Were you waiting for a long time just now? Sorry for not reminding you, although I am like this on the inside, on the outside, I am still a very decent and distinguished person. It is a bit inappropriate to send you a message on the podium. 】

Little Prince: [It doesn’t matter. When you spoke just now, I was wondering whether there is a "penultimate number" in mathematics. I was wondering how to express it. Unfortunately, I am not good at mathematics. So I don’t find it boring.

.]

Qiu Ge: [Well, yes, that’s it. After talking about mathematics, I calmed down. On the podium just now, my ears must have been red. I don’t know if anyone noticed. 】

Wang Zixu couldn't help but smile and typed: [Is this red person an official? Is it private?]

This is an allusion to Emperor Hui of Jin Dynasty. Emperor Hui of Jin Dynasty was a fool. When he heard a toad crow in the pond, he asked, did the toad crow for the official or for the private person? The people below told him: in the official land, it cries for the official.

Ming, in private place it is private.
Chapter completed!