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The curtains in the bedroom were tightly closed, so that the faint light from outside the window could not penetrate at all.The man who had a nightmare stood up abruptly, his shoulders trembling.

In the darkness like thick ink, only his rapid panting could be heard.

After a few minutes, the panting gradually slowed down.He bent his legs, hugged his knees with his hands, and stuck his cotton T-shirt soaked in cold sweat to his back.

He muttered a name in a low voice, raised his trembling hands, and scratched at his hair with his fingers.

The short hair that had just been trimmed was a bit irritating. He stared blankly at his sore palm, and it took him a long time to remember that he had just changed his hairstyle during the day.

Every time I wake up from a dream, I can't fall asleep again.He turned on the bedside lamp, rolled over and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, took off his sweaty T-shirt, found sleeping pills, and swallowed them with cold water.

The weather turned cold a while ago, and people said that summer is over, but it has become hot again in the past few days, and the temperature does not drop at night.He didn't put on his clean pajamas immediately, and took two steps in the bedroom. His abdomen rose and fell slightly with his breathing. If he didn't look carefully, he could hardly find the faint muscle outline on it—no matter how powerful the abdominal muscles are, if they don't exercise for a long time , will fade away.

A few minutes later, he picked up his phone and opened the photo album aimlessly.

The young people in the photos are all glamorous, with cheerful smiles on their faces, or pretending to be indifferent, but in short they are confident.

A confident person seems to have a layer of dazzling and healing light.

He gradually calmed down, continued to scroll back, and saw a blurry photo.

"This one hasn't been deleted yet." He clicked on "Delete" while muttering to himself, but his finger paused for a while on "Confirm Delete".

The photo was taken secretly at noon, and there were hundreds of street photos taken by other people between the ones caught in the afternoon. The vicious man didn't find it, and he didn't notice it, so this photo "survived." ".

After a while, he clicked "Cancel" and left the photo that was blurred into a stream of consciousness.

The mobile phone can't store so many photos, and the sleeping pills haven't taken effect yet, so he simply went to the study, turned on the computer, and prepared to import the photos into it—this is a professional habit, all photos must be put away by category, one copy is stored in the computer, and the other two are stored in the computer. The copy is placed on the mobile hard disk.

While guiding the photo, he looked at the blurred one again.

Compared with the other photos, that one is too ugly to have any surviving value at all.After hesitating for half a minute, he still threw it into the "Shengxi Street Shooting" folder.

Anyway, it's only more than 2 megabytes, so it doesn't take up much space.

After processing the photos, I finally felt a little sleepy.He walked to the window, picked up the wooden photo frame, brushed his fingertips on the glass lens, and said softly, "I dreamed of you again just now."

After a while, he said again: "Are you okay?"

There was no response, not even a movement of the tulle curtains.

He sighed and stared at the person in the photo, "Let's have a discussion, next time I come to my dream, don't let me see such... so cruel pictures."

The photo has turned yellow, but the smile on the corner of the man's lips is as dazzling as all the confident young people in Shengxi Square.

Fall is finally upon us after the last orange heat alert of the summer has passed.

Although Wen Yun's planning case for surrounding tours in early autumn was severely criticized, and was handed over to Zhao Yu, the team leader of the tourism and food sector, for "big changes", the final case was settled on the basis of his previous two planning cases. comprehensive.

Xu Cheng was right, except for the last case, the other two cases were not bad.Moreover, the peripheral tour is a regular cooperation project with merchants, which is held every year, every quarter or even every month. Due to the influence of investment and sponsorship, even if a different person is in charge, it may not be possible to make flowers.

Wen Yun took the finalized case and pulled down the brim of her black peaked cap, feeling quite calm.

On the first day when he came to work with a new hairstyle, Wen Yun almost became the focus of the new media department. Everyone looked at him very complicatedly, and some people even took a closer look and said with surprise: "Wen, Teacher Wen ? Do you have this hairstyle?"

The word "teacher" with a bit of respect has become ridicule and irony to him. He has always known it, but he is still a little embarrassed. He explained: "I just went to the hospital on the weekend. The weather is too hot, so I cut it short."

The laughter of Li Xiao and others came from the side——

"The weather is too hot? It's almost autumn, Mr. Wen can really tell jokes."

"Our Teacher Wen is well-informed, and he is the best at telling jokes."

"That is, after all, the age is there, and the life experience is much richer than ours."

Wen Yun felt like sitting on pins and needles, picked up the water glass, and quickly walked towards the coffee shop outside the office.

If you run away, it means fleeing.He couldn't run, he could only walk as fast as he could.But even so, when he walked to the door, he still heard Li Xiao's sarcasm: "When you are old, you still have that kind of haircut, do you think you are a starlet in your early twenties?"

The whole day, he felt like sitting on pins and needles. Immediately after get off work, he went to the mall to buy two peaked caps, which he planned to wear differently.

He didn't care about entertainment gossip, and he didn't know that the hairdresser's haircut was the most popular hairstyle recently, and he didn't know that some young artists who took the sunny route also had this kind of haircut.When I saw my new hairstyle at the time, I thought it was a more western-looking crew cut, but I knew there were so many tricks in it.When he was in Shengxi Square, there were too many handsome men and women around, and there were also a lot of people in strange clothes. He mixed in and didn't look unusual. Only when he arrived at the work unit did he realize how outstanding this hairstyle is.

The haircut was originally just to look fresh and capable. It would be best if it could add a bit of fashion sense, but it would not work if it was too over the top.He knows better than anyone that the workplace is not a show.

In fact, he originally planned to ask the owner of the hairdressing shop to fix it and replace it with the most common crew cut, but when he thought about being a model in someone else's camera because of this hairstyle, he felt a little bit reluctant.

The guy named Ke Jin held up a bill to object to the "handsome" he said, which was the only compliment he heard during this time.

When I came home, I passed by the hair salon. The owner was smoking in front of the shop. Seeing him wearing a peaked cap, he immediately beat his chest and said, "What are you doing wearing a hat? I'm blind to my craftsmanship!"

He asked if this hairstyle was very popular recently, and the boss told him that this hairstyle was created by the gang of fresh meat in the entertainment industry, but if it is popular, it was actually popular more than ten years ago. Many eighteen or nine-year-old boys are handsome and energetic with this kind of haircut...

He was speechless. After returning home, he stood in front of the mirror for a long time, then made coffee and turned on the computer. He was busy until late at night. When he went to the bathroom to wash his face, he saw the new hairstyle again. Thinking of what the boss said, his eyes suddenly darkened.

After being sent back to school that day, Ran Su never received Xun Musheng's call again. At first he didn't feel anything, but as the days went by, he became a little scared.On the weekend, I couldn't resist calling Xun Musheng, and cautiously called, "Sir?"

"What's the matter?" The villa was empty, Xun Musheng was leaning on the sofa, holding the TV remote control in his right hand, the channel was stopped on CCTV 7, and it was broadcasting the news that the old farmer had grown his fortune by growing vegetables.

Ran Su was very surprised when he heard the sound from the TV, "Sir, do you like watching agricultural channels?"

"Military Agriculture Channel." Xun Musheng was a little impatient: "It just happened to be broadcasting agricultural news."

"Oh." Ran Su hurriedly said: "Sir, you like military affairs, I almost forgot."

Xun Musheng stared at the TV, frowning slightly.

Ran Su listened for a while, then softened his voice and said, "Sir, you haven't seen me for a long time."

Xun Musheng has always treated his bed partner well, and occasionally he would lose his temper, and then he would spend money to make up for it.As soon as he heard Ran Su's aggrieved voice, he knew what the other party's purpose was for making this call.

But these days, he has no desires and no desires for anyone.

Maybe it was because he dreamed of Wen Yun, the sweetheart he met 13 years ago.The sun is always shining in the dream, just like that afternoon.But the dream will always wake up, open your eyes, and everything stops abruptly.

Over the years, he has dreamed of Wen Yun quite a few times, but never as frequently as now.In the past two or three years, the number of times he has dreamed of Wen Yun can be counted on his fingers, and what disturbs him the most is that not only does Wen Yun in his memory become more and more blurred, even in his dreams, he gradually becomes unable to see the other party's face clearly.

But now, he can clearly dream of Wen Yun again.What's ridiculous is that Wen Yun in the dream has exactly the same face as the man he met in the atrium of Shengxi Plaza that day!

He could always find someone like Wen Yun in reality, but he never dreamed that they became Wen Yun.

They are stand-ins, and will never be the ones he puts in his heart.

When he had this kind of dream for the first time, he woke up in the middle of the night, feeling very incredible.

The second time I dreamed of "Wen Yun", but I seemed to get used to it.

For the third time, he found a reason for himself, because Xing An, the man who looked like Wen Yun, had exactly the same hairstyle as Wen Yun back then.

"Sir." Ran Su called again, "Sir, are you unhappy?"

"No." Xun Musheng rubbed the center of his brows, and did not scold his little bed partner, "What's the matter, miss me?"

"Of course I miss you, sir!" Ran Su's tone changed, and his voice became clearer: "Sir, the weather is getting colder now, so I'll take you out next weekend, okay?"

"You take me?"

"Yeah, I'll take you!" Ran Su said mischievously, "Sir, you took me around all summer. How about I take you this time? The surrounding area of ​​Chuqiu Zhongcheng is very beautiful, and there's a lot to eat. I'll take you and make sure you have fun!"

Xun Musheng thought about it, and felt that it was time for him to relax, "Is it next weekend?"

"Yes, sir, will you?"

"You go to arrange."

Since the plan was revised once by Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu's name was filled in the person in charge column.Wen Yun didn't care about it, and he couldn't care less—Zhao Yu is the team leader. Although he is only 26 years old, he has been working in the new media industry for nearly 5 years, and his experience is indeed far superior to his.

"The event will start this weekend." Zhao Yu put several business materials on Wen Yun's desk, "You are responsible for the implementation of this part. Go out to work a few times today, and come back to go online at night."

"Evening?" Wen Yun raised his head, "I'm here to go online?"

Zhao Yu snorted, "The whole team is working overtime for this event. Why, Teacher Wen wants to go home after work?"

"I'm just asking." Wen Yun received the materials together, "I will come back to work overtime after connecting with the merchant."

"Hurry up." Zhao Yu knocked on the table, "After going online, there will definitely be some feedback. Prepare for the whole night tonight."

"Are you going to stay overnight again?" Xu Cheng passed by with a teacup, and said with a smile, "Isn't it too hard?"

"What can we do? Traveling and gourmet food looks easy, so we won't be exhausted when we launch a new event?" Zhao Yu leaned against Wen Yun's desk and joked, "Why don't you send some helpers here?"

Wen Yun glanced at Xu Cheng.Because the background is too deep, Xu Cheng has a nickname called "Mr. Xu". At first, only a few people called him that, and he corrected him every time. Later, even Liu Cun called "Mr. Xu" with everyone, so he didn't bother to explain.

"Okay." Xu Cheng actually responded, "If you go online tonight, is this weekend the first week of offline activities?"

"Yes, the most difficult weekend is coming." Zhao Yu smiled wryly, "We follow the activities all the time, play with others, and businesses make money. We are exhausted."

"Is Wen Yun going too?" Xu Cheng asked suddenly.

Wen Yun raised his eyes immediately.

"Of course we have to go." Zhao Yu said, "The whole group must go."

"Let me provide you with a car." Xu Cheng smiled and said, "I, Zhang Chun, Brother Feng, An Bao, let's all help."

Zhao Yu didn't expect that his joke actually attracted Xu Cheng, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Xu Cheng chatted with him for a long time, and after he left, he turned to Wen Yun: "I'll be with you on weekends, you haven't participated in this kind of activity, if you encounter any troubles or accidents, just let me solve them Just fine."