Mr. Tan's Mr. Tan

"Little Zhao!" Tan Xiao shouted, and Zhao Xu trotted over from the assistant's office next door.

"Come here! What is the director?"

Tan Xiao put all the materials on the desktop into a drawer, buttoned his cuff buttons, and said seriously, "I'm leaving early."

Zhao Xu: "..."

Tan Xiao took the computer bag and put his suit jacket on his arm, "I will leave the rest to you, thanks for your hard work."

Zhao Xu didn't know what to say, so he let out a long oh.

"Wait a minute!" Tan Xiao opened the door, and Zhao Xu remembered to ask, "Where are you going?"

Tan Xiao turned his head and gave a playful smile, his peach blossom eyes sparkled, and he said, "Go on a date."

Zhao Xu: "...Don't you want me to see you off?"

Tan Xiao shook his hand and went out.

Meng Lin came back from the outside, and Tan Jiping's ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

"Boss Tan?"

Tan Jiping moved a chair and sat in front of the window. The red clouds covered the sky, dragging a meandering arc and falling to the end of the unknown sky, which was spectacular.

"Ah."

Meng Lin said: "The contract has been sent to Director Tan, but there is no reply yet."

Tan Jiping glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his gaze was rough, and a sharp light flashed by.

Monlin:? ? ?

"Go and prepare two sets of clothes for me, more formal."

Menglin: "Yes... May I ask what occasion you need to dress for?"

Before Meng Lin asked this question, he went through Tan Jiping's itinerary for the past week in his mind. There was no banquet that he needed to attend.

Tan Jiping exhaled smoke, flicked the soot, half-closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Meng Lin didn't know what it meant, and stood there waiting for an answer.

"No need." Tan Jiping said, "You get off work."

Meng Lin: "..." So you have to "leave early" again Mr. Tan?

Tan Jiping finished smoking the cigarette on hand, and wiped out the cigarette butt, and there was an afterimage of the sunset in his eyes.

It was just after five o'clock, and he got up and went downstairs in a hurry.

The elevator stopped, and he unexpectedly saw a thin and slender figure downstairs.

The man's suit jacket was casually slung on his arm, his bony fingers were carrying a delicate black briefcase, he was wearing a Vacheron Constantin watch, and his light blue pinstriped shirt was tucked into the belt in a regular manner. The smooth waist line under the shirt.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he had a pair of peach blossom eyes full of affection, with a natural gentle and harmless appearance.

The bright colors of the sky sprinkled on him, and his fair cheeks were smudged with a gentle blush. He was surrounded by a lot of traffic and pedestrians. He stood alone in it, with a tranquil temperament and far-sighted eyes, unaffected by the slightest. good.

As if standing by his side, you can rub such a beauty.

Tan Jiping stood in the building for a long time, looking at Tan Xiao.

Tan Xiaoan stayed quietly, neither anxious nor irritable, without the slightest bit of impatience.

Silently waiting behind one person, with beautiful eyes looking forward, and a clever smile.

It looks so affectionate and persistent.

In the past, he always had this obedient appearance, low and shallow, coquettish with a melodious tone, whispering his name over and over again.

Ji Ping, Ji Ping.

The tone is full of dependence and sweetness.

Like a spell, it bewitched him to give his heart to it.

Tan Jiping once thought that he would always be in the same place, behind him, and when he turned his head, he could step into the picture scroll created by him with long flowing water and quiet years.

Sorry, I'm leaving.

Take care.

Tan Jiping suddenly closed his eyes, turned around, and boarded the elevator again.

Tan Xiao glanced at the high-rise building behind him, and the employees of Xinghui Entertainment came out in a file, giving him some amazed or surprised glances.

Tan Xiao turned his head when he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The sun goes down, night falls, and the lights come on.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, moving his tired feet.

Eight thirty in the evening.

The night wind was raging, Tan Xiao put the briefcase at his feet, put on a wrinkled coat, his stomach growled, and there were small goose bumps on his arms.

Not far away, the hawker selling candied haws had just arrived. He squatted on the ground, put his hands into the cuffs of his cotton-padded jacket, wore a Lei Feng hat, and carried the stick of candied haws on his shoulders.

There was a sudden turn of events tonight, and there were not many people in the commercial street, and the hawker only sold a few skewers in bits and pieces, and charged five yuan for five yuan.

Usually, there is a peddler who sells egg-filled pancakes and sets up a stall next to him. I don’t know why he didn’t come out today, and the hawker who sells candied haws is left blowing alone.

Tan Xiao folded his palms together and let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands together, picked up the briefcase and hugged it, covering his chest to keep out the wind.

Little effect is better than nothing.

He looked at his own shadow under his feet, the wind had blown it into a mess, like a nest just kicked by lazy.

The hair salon across the street played Zhang Xinzhe's song against the wind, and the singing sound fluctuated in the wind.

Everyone is used to being hurt and everyone resists being forgotten

The more you pull, the more you become a battlefield

……

Wandering is like healing

Let passers-by see my hesitation

……

Tan Xiao's eyes were red, dry and painful from the wind.

He was so cold and so hungry.

But he didn't want to go yet.

Wait, wait, wait.

Tan Xiao looked at the brightly lit opposite street, and really said to himself.

At 11:30, the cold wind was biting, and the peddler wearing a padded jacket couldn't bear it anymore, and sneezed loudly.The nearby shops closed their doors one by one, and the sound of the safety shutter doors being pulled down was like the concerto of the cold wind, clattering, clattering, just listening to it made people's teeth chatter.

The song in the hair salon is repeated to the song "Moving".

When the broadcast reached the second quarter, it suddenly stopped, and all the lights went out at once.

get off work.

Tan Xiao's lips were colorless, as pale as paper.

He won't come, just like four years ago, he didn't come either.

The wind blew past his ears, and the howling emptiness seemed to mock his loneliness and self-righteousness at the moment.

Tan Xiao looked at the building again. The lights on the top floor were glowing, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark.

He took out the phone tremblingly, watched the screen light up and then off again, he continued to press the light on, and unlocked it with a heartbeat, his thumb hung in the air on Tan Jiping's phone, but he didn't press it down for a long time.

The light on the phone screen changed from bright to dim again, and the screen was completely black.

Tan Xiao put his phone back in his pocket, looked across the road, opened his mouth, and was suddenly guzzled by cold wind, his limbs were cold, but his eyes felt warm.

Tan Jiping, are you too ruthless, or am I too self-indulgent?

I can't read you... I still can't read you.

The peddler sniffled and lowered his head. He was paying attention to the time, thinking that the business would be bad if the wind was so strong, otherwise he would just go home, but there were so many left unsold, and he was so entangled that he sighed. With a sigh of relief, a stack of red notes was suddenly handed up in front of him.

"Go back." The good-looking young man who had been standing next to him walked up to him at some point, his voice was accompanied by chattering teeth, and his beautiful eyes were full of long-lost sadness, so gloomy that he almost Melt out water droplets.

"No one will come."

----

On September 2014, 9, Ding Mengqing's funeral was held in the southern part of L City.

Tan Xiao was not invited.

Tan Jiping managed the entire funeral by himself, his eyes were dark blue.

Ding Mengqing didn't have many relatives and friends, and most of the people who came to express condolence were from her father's side. They presented a white rose in front of her black and white portrait one by one. The pastor held a Bible and prayed for her.

"Why did Mrs. Ding pass away suddenly? Wasn't it okay to check up a year ago?"

"Who knows, it suddenly disappeared, which is scary."

"It won't be the same as the rumors, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law don't fight... internally?"

"Why is the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law at odds? Where did she get her daughter-in-law? You don't know yet? Her son Tan Jiping, hehe, married a man!"

"Hey, this is a rebellious person, this is the way to cut off children and grandchildren, unfilial, too unfilial."

"Isn't it? I guess, Mrs. Ding is really mad."

"With her frail body, I think it's possible."

"It's possible, it's almost there. Mrs. Ding's heart problem is not a day or two, you know it?"

Several gorgeously dressed ladies chatted together and nodded when they heard the words.

"Although Tan Jiping's other half is a man, he can't deal with Ding Mengqing. Last time I went to her house, guess what, Ding Mengqing called all the nanny away and let his male wife clean it. Such a big house, usually around four Let others do all the work that the two nanny did together, the child is so handsome, poor thing, he didn't complain at all, he even poured me a glass of water and told me to be careful, his voice is not so nice."

The person who spoke sighed, and continued: "I asked who he was, the child was well-bred, and he could still smile and say to me under such circumstances, 'I am Mr. Tan Jiping's husband', and Ding Mengqing's face immediately darkened. "

"What's next?"

"Later Ding Mengqing dragged me upstairs to talk, and when I came down again, the child was still wiping the stairs with a mop, but it didn't look like he hated her and wanted revenge."

As soon as the speaker's voice fell, the others "taught" her.

"If you don't like it, you just don't like it. No matter what he does, you won't like it. You're not a mother-in-law, you don't understand!"

"That male daughter-in-law is too ignorant. Marrying a man is a shameful thing, and he still comes out in the open. I would have found a place to hide it, and it would be a panic to watch."

"That's not right, Ding Meng has bad weather on a sunny day, and his heart is not good, what a crime he must suffer."

The wives all lamented that it was a pity that a person died like a lamp extinguished, and turned into a handful of loess after death, no matter how big they were, they were all brought into the grave, and only the living would be blamed.

"Yo! Here he comes, look, look, that's him!"

The ladies followed the instructions and looked over. A young man came in at the gate. He was very handsome and had an outstanding temperament. He was dressed in black and wore a white cloth on his shoulder.

Tan Jiping stood beside the portrait, raised his eyes, and met Tan Xiao's gaze.

Tan Jiping didn't want to see Tan Xiao.

After he saw Tan Xiao's name signed on Ding Mengqing's consent form for surgery.

"If there is no operation, Mrs. Ding will have ten years of life at most." The doctor took the examination report, adjusted his glasses, and explained to Tan Jiping: "But if the operation is successful, with Mrs. Ding's body, Take good care of it, and if there is no accident, it will be healthy until it dies naturally."

"What is the success rate of the operation?"

"20.00%."

Tan Xiao stood still in front of him, opened his mouth several times, his eyes were sad.

But in the end, he just lowered his head and said nothing. He took two steps forward, offered the flowers in his hand, and bowed three times.

Tan Jiping grabbed Tan Xiao's flower and threw it on the ground, his eyes were about to burst.

The petals shattered into petals, and the fragments splashed onto Tan Xiao's shoe. Tan Xiao was shocked and froze in place.

The guests didn't know what happened and looked at them curiously.

"roll."

"sorry."

"roll!"

"Sorry……"

"roll!!"

"sorry!"

Tan laughed and cried.

Tears flowed down his cheeks in strings, and merged into a stream of water along his chin, soaking the front of his chest.

He cried so much that he crouched on the ground and twitched, and many people were looking at him.

"sorry Sorry……"

The audience was silent, only his cries and Tan Jiping's angry words.

Later, Tan Xiao left. He turned his back to everyone and left. He kept raising the back of his hand to wipe his face. In the short distance of ten meters, he paused several times before he walked with difficulty.

On that day, the people at the funeral were most impressed by this scene and this young man who was crying so hard.

2014 10 Month 18 Day.

Tan Jiping and Tan Xiao have not had any contact for nearly a month.

He deliberately avoided Tan Xiao and took the initiative to travel to Switzerland.

That night, Tan Jiping tossed and turned sleeplessly, and a few minutes later, Tan Xiao called.

The night in Switzerland is extraordinarily quiet, like a pool of stagnant water, trapping people in it, almost suffocating.

The caller ID lights up on the screen, and the background is Tan Xiao and his face-to-face selfie, and the light blue fluorescent light illuminates a corner of the room.

The ringtone is the coherent sound that comes with the system. After it rang three times, he picked it up, and the two sides were silent for a long time.

Tan Jiping got up, sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. No one hung up the phone, and no one spoke.

say what.

The anger has not dissipated, and the lingering hatred is long.

His mother's death was between them, and he didn't know how to face Tan Xiao.

He was even more afraid that he would regret doing something to Tan Xiao again, so he chose to escape.

But he didn't know that sometimes, indifference is the most lethal weapon.

When one party commits cold violence against the other party, the perpetrator will never know what kind of painful introspection and self-denial the party who has not received a response is struggling with.

That can almost destroy a person's courage to live.

After Tan Jiping finished smoking a cigarette, there was a slight sound of running water.

Taking a shower?

He glanced at the time, it was four o'clock in the morning and ten o'clock in the morning in China.

Take a shower at this time?

The phone hangs up suddenly.

Tan Jiping's heart skipped a beat in vain.

His whole body fell into a great anxiety, his breathing was rough, and his right eyelid twitched wildly.

What is Tan Xiao doing?

What is he doing?

He brushed his hair impatiently, threw away the cigarette, and stared at the phone.

call back.

No one picked up.

Called again, still no one answered.

"Oh shit!"

Tan Jiping kicked the table over, he felt that the place was an eyesore.

No Tan laughs here.

"Open the door!" Tan Jiping ran out of the room and slammed on Meng Lin's door.

Meng Lin was sleepy, wrapped in a nightgown and opened the door, "Mr. Tan...?"

"Book me a plane ticket back home! Ask for the fastest! Quick!"

"Oh, yes." Meng Lin was inexplicable, frightened by Tan Jiping's almost crazy state, and ran back to the room in a hurry to check the phone to book a plane ticket.

Tan Jiping ran back to his room and called Luo Feng.

Waiting for the call to be connected was as long as a century, and Tan Jiping's palms were sweating while writing the phone.

"Hey...who..." Luo Feng's sticky voice came from a dreamless voice, and Tan Jiping immediately said, "Where are you?!"

Hearing Tan Jiping's voice, Luo Feng woke up suddenly, "My lord Tan Jiping! Where the hell are you? Tan Xiao is crazy about you, do you know that!"

"Where are you?!" Tan Jiping roared.

Luo Feng shouted back, "At home!"

Tan Jiping took a deep breath, "Go and see Tan Xiao, hurry up!"

"What's wrong with Xiaoxiao?!" Luo Feng sat up and searched for clothes.

"I don't know." Tan Jiping said, "Go and see him."

Luo Feng hung up the phone, cursed loudly, took the key and hurried to Tan Xiao's residence.

"Mr. Tan, there is a direct flight to Shanghai tomorrow, and the ticket has been booked for you."

It takes [-] to [-] hours to fly directly from Zurich to Shanghai, and you have to transfer to L City after getting off the plane. The whole day will be spent on the road.

He was afraid it would be too late.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, and the fear from the bottom of his heart made him panic.

Tan Jiping hummed, his fingers trembling unconsciously while holding a cigarette, and he stopped talking.

Meng Lin exited Tan Jiping's room and gently closed the door.

He didn't make it in the end.

The moment he arrived at L city airport and turned on his phone again, he finally knew what he had lost.

On the same day, Tan Xiao posted a Weibo.

Wilderness Fairy Tale - Talk and Laugh:

Sorry, I'm leaving.

Take care.

【image】

Tan Jiping stayed where he was.

He clicked on the picture, and it was a direct flight ticket from L City to the United States.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the big screen scrolling on the airport. The plane that Tan Xiao was on had just taken off.

The author has something to say:

The stupid author has a bye this week...Fortunately, there are you, crying