well and boat

On a warm spring afternoon, I lay lazily on the sofa.

On the rug lay my suit jacket, which I had casually taken off, and cigarettes and an open bottle of brandy lay on the table.

I am used to the intrigues in the business world.

uninteresting.

The blue sky and large white clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows reminded me of a person.

A boy with bright, clear eyes.

"I like you, Akira," he said.

"Oh." I drank a newly released boxed drink and looked at the blue sky.

He stared at me for a moment, then blushed.

"What do you mean? . . . agree or disagree?"

I squeezed the finished drink box, aimed at the trash can and threw it in.

"Let's go." I turned and left.

I don't know how much courage he used at that time, and I don't know what kind of mood he will have.After that, I went abroad and never saw him again.

"I like you"?

I hadn't thought about the real meaning of this sentence.

Where in the world is he now?

In ten years, that boy had already disappeared.

What's the use of remembering now?

At that time, I didn't think about him, and my mind was empty.Just how to have fun and pass the time all day long.It wasn't until my mother passed away after I went abroad that I took it easy.

But in the end, it was those empty years that made me who I am today.Is it early or late to wake up?The mother is gone, and the boy is gone.

Those eyes were gone.

"Boss. Boss."

I was rubbing a pen, and the secretary Yan Song walked in.

"The architect of the new building is here, boss, do you want to meet?"

"I don't see you. I'll be leaving soon." I put down the pen and thought about it, "Is it the one used by the old man?"

"It's not Mr. Guo, it's a cutting-edge designer who won several international awards a few years ago, with a bold style...it seems to be as big as the boss." Yan Song flipped through the information in his hand.

"Design it and pass it on to me."

I'm not very interested in this kind of stuff.

After signing an agreement, I drove to an auction.

The old man's birthday will be in the second half of the year, so I'd better make plans early, so as not to force him to marry me again.

"Yo, Ah Jing, you're here too."

As soon as I entered the market, I was stopped by someone. It was Lu Quansheng, my good friend and mortal enemy in the mall.

"Well, come and take a look." I took my seat.

Most of the auction items are antiques. I saw Lu Quansheng auctioned a piece of Qing porcelain.

The auction item for the finale has not been announced yet, so let me just look forward to it.

Suddenly a black agate pendant caught my attention, saying it was a royal craft of the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Dynasty...Agate...Pendants...

It feels like I have heard someone say it somewhere.

"I really want an agate pendant from the Tang Dynasty, Ming Jing." The young man's clean and light voice flashed from the depths of my brain.

I ignored the voice of others bidding, and slowly raised the digital board.

"Five million." I said.

Suddenly, the hall became quieter.

"One time for 500 million." The auctioneer said loudly.

A few seconds later, someone raised the board, "550 million."

A nameless impulse welled up in my heart——

Be sure to get it in hand.

"1000 million." I suppressed the emotion in my heart and raised my voice lightly.

The audience was silent.

"One time for 1000 million... two times for 1000 million... deal." The moment the auction hammer rang, there was only one thought left in my mind.

give it to him.

I'm going to give it to him.

"Yan Song, find someone for me." I drove the car and used my bluetooth phone to talk to Yan Song in the company.

"Yes, boss. Who?"

"Xin Yizhou, my high school classmate in China." After speaking, I cut off the call, and my eyes drifted to the rosewood box next to the steering wheel.

I may be out of my mind, and spent the money of a building for a illusory person.

I miss that teenager with bright, clear eyes and clean, lilting voice.

The next day, Yan Song put a stack of papers on my desk.

Looking at the pictures of frivolous young people who are fashionable nowadays, I feel a little disappointed in my heart.

Xin Yizhou, 26 years old, graduated from the Department of Architecture of a well-known university, and later studied abroad in Paris at public expense. During his study abroad, he won many international awards. After returning to China for two years, he has already supported half the sky of the school of architecture. ...

He is humorous, sociable, and has many ex-girlfriends. His current girlfriend is Liu Xiaolu, the second daughter of the Liu family in the south.

After reading the last line of the material, I don't know how to express the complicated feelings in my heart.

"Boss, your high school classmate is the designer of the new building. The second daughter of the Liu family snapped the same thing as you yesterday." Yan Song said.

"That 550 million?"

"Yes."

"It's okay, don't bother me."

"Boss, he won't come today and tomorrow, do you want to meet him?"

"No, let's go."

I squeezed between my brows and suddenly felt very tired. How long has it been since I felt this way?Although it was all within my expectations, hearing the facts with my own ears still made me feel complicated.

The boy I miss really has disappeared.

I have long been tired of women, and after my mother passed away, I lost interest.

He has changed a lot.He even got involved with the second daughter of the Liu family...

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and suddenly I realized something——

Why am I so entangled in his affairs when I don't care about anything?

That's it.

The day he came to the company to finalize the draft, I decided to meet him.

"Boss, the architect is here."

"Let him in."

"Ka——" After the door rang, a tall, stylishly dressed blond man with sunglasses walked in.

"This is our president Ming Jing, Shin Architect."

The blond man slowly took off his sunglasses, smiled lightly and said, "I know, thank you."

A pair of familiar and unfamiliar eyes stared at me.

"Long time no see, Ming Jing." He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

I waved my hand to signal Yan Song to step back.

"Well. I read your design draft, and I am generally satisfied." I didn't look at him again, and picked up his design draft.

"Huh?" He sat down in front of my desk and leaned sideways towards me.A faint smell of green grass came to my nose. I like this smell very much.It's his perfume.

I lowered my eyes and pointed to the entrance of the building, "Here, a little more simplicity."

"Oh, it's your style." He smiled, and then narrowed his eyes slightly, "But this is my design, which will attract more people."

I fell into thinking and said after a while: "That's it."

When I looked up, I found that his handsome face was very close to mine, and I subconsciously leaned back on the office chair.

"It's the first time I've seen Ming Jing's serious look." He propped his chin and looked at me with a smile.The slender eyes are radiant and moving.

He was not so good-looking in his memory, the ordinary and clean boy has now turned into a frivolous and handsome young man.Time is cruel.

I suddenly felt very boring again.

"Take this and go, use it to cover your salary." I took out the rosewood box from the cabinet and handed it to him.

He took it and opened the wooden box, and the moment he saw what was inside, his slender and beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.

That surprise made me seem to have found the fragments of the boy I once was.

But it's just fragments.

"Mingjing, thank you." The boy smiled happily.

I seem to hear the boy's voice.

No, it was the voice of the man in front of me.

I was in a trance again, and memories flooded me like a tide.

High school just started and I don't have unnecessary conversations with anyone.Go to sleep when you are sleepy, flip through the book when you wake up, and then look out the window with your head propped up.

Because other people are too boring in my eyes.

The boy was the first and only person who came into my sight.

The torrential rain in autumn blocked his way home, leaving only the boy's back at the exit of the empty teaching building.

Not very tall, fair and slender.

After taking a nap in the corner of the library, I took out the old umbrella and saw him waiting helplessly.

I handed him the umbrella, and his bright, clear eyes looked in surprise at me who was half a head taller than him.

"Here's the umbrella." I said.

He took the umbrella and asked me suspiciously, "What do you do?"

"It's okay, someone is coming to pick me up."

"Mingjing, thank you." The boy smiled happily.

Then I took off my coat and threw it to him, and ran into the cool pouring rain.

The next day he found me in class, and I found out that his name was Xin Yizhou, and he was in my class, so I knew my name.

Afterwards, he often followed me and became a so-called friend from the outside world.

"Ming Jing, why are your grades so good?" He pretended to ask resentfully.

I was suddenly amused by his appearance, "I finished junior high school."

"Ah? So cunning!" He pretended to be dissatisfied again.

I didn't hate staying with him, so I acquiesced in allowing him to follow me.

Until he said that to me, until I went abroad, we stayed together all day long, and he added some color to my boring campus life.But I never thought about his feelings for me in that direction.

Not long ago, I realized that the boy liked me.

And the frivolous blond man in front of him, how could it be him?

I got up and left my office before he left.

He is already half a head taller than me, with a fit body, where can I find the shadow of that boy.

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