Find a good dream

In Chu Jing's sophomore year, a girl found him.

The girl asked: "Chujing, right?"

Chu Jing said, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

The girl's voice revealed grievances and helplessness: "My father, that is, your father, is critically ill now. He is now at the S City People's Hospital. He wants to see you for the last time before he leaves. I hope you can fulfill his wish."

Holding the phone, Chu Jing tried hard to recall what his father looked like in his memory, but he couldn't remember it.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to see him." After Chu Jing finished speaking, he was about to leave.

Seeing this, the girl said anxiously with irrepressible anger: "How can you be so cold-blooded, ruthless and inhuman! After all, he is also your father. He always talked about you, and now he is like this. I still want to see you. Don't you have any conscience? You are still not human!"

Chu Jing quietly listened to the girl's speech, until the girl stopped talking, Chu Jing said: "You said that he talked about me all these years, but he never came back to see me once, my mother because of his Abandoned, depressed all day long, and passed away last year. He has given you and your mother all his conscience all these years, but not my mother and me at all, why do you ask me to have a conscience for him now. "

The girl was speechless for a moment, Chu Jing took this opportunity, turned and left.

Chu Jing let out a long sigh of relief, put down the computer in his hand, got out of bed, walked to Wu Gui, squatted down, stroked Wu Gui's tortoise shell and said, "It's not that I don't have a conscience, it's just that my conscience is limited. Are you right, Wu Gui?" Gui."

Wugui turned his head, and his small mung bean-sized eyes turned back and forth to look at the person who just fed him the small dried fish.

Chu Jing didn't mind Wu Gui's non-response.

He knocked on Wugui's shell, and his tone became cheerful: "So I will leave the few consciences to your masters, and now they are my dearest people in this world."

When Zhang Yingying and Cui Qing came home, they looked at a table of sumptuous dishes and rice, resisted the excitement and rushed to eat immediately, and asked Chu Jing with some reservations: "Xiao Jing, what are you doing today?"

Although they said that Chujing could cook for them when they brought Chujing over, but because of Chujing's mood, the three of them still ate takeout these days, and the takeaway lunch boxes were thrown away by the two of them in turn. of.

When I got home this evening, I suddenly saw this table of delicious food. I was very excited, but I also wanted to show humanitarian concern about the reason why Chu Jing was so abnormal.

Chu Jing said: "I just suddenly realized something. From now on, as long as I live here, I will do this every day for you to eat."

Zhang Yingying cheered and rushed to the dining table.

Cui Qing was a little reserved, but couldn't help but said: "This is really great!"

Seeing the two of them who were so happy just because he made a meal, Chu Jing felt better.

After eating, Chu Jing suddenly had a burst of inspiration, and it took only half an hour to update today's article.

The tone of the article is completely different from the previous few days, full of cheerful and bright.

Various poses and with different expressions, there are sorrows and joys, is the real life.

Now that you are no longer sad, let's pursue sunshine.

The rain didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

City S is like this. When spring comes, there will be continuous spring rain.

Jiang Linzhe has lived here for more than 20 years. He was born and grew up here, and he has long been used to the rainy season in S City.

He stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, watching the lights in the rain.

Some come from street lamps on the side of the road, some come from passing vehicles and pedestrians, and more come from residential buildings far and near. The lights from residential buildings seem to have an ambiguous warmth.

Among these lights, perhaps one of them came from Chu Jing's room. Jiang Linzhe even wondered if that ambiguous warmth was from Chu Jing's body.

Yin Zhen has been back for a week.

Chujing had also been away for a week.

A lot has happened this week.

First, there was a problem with the company's contract, and it was finally resolved. He didn't dare to relax any more. Before the project was completed, he had to personally watch over it.

Furthermore, Yin Zhen came back too hastily, and couldn’t find a suitable job after returning to China, so he could only be asked to work as a manager in his own company, but Yin Zhen always complained that the people in the company did not cooperate with the work, and complained about the domestic people There are more personnel than foreign countries.

Every time Jiang Linzhe came home from the company exhausted, he had to coax Yin Zhen.

In just one week, Jiang Linzhe felt 20 years older.

At night, when Yin Zhen's body that once fascinated him was arching in his arms, he found that all he had was exhaustion.