Mo Yang

In the south of the country of Li, there is always drizzle in early spring and March.If there is a seemingly nonexistent rain blowing on the head and body with the wind, it took half an hour to ruin Qiao Yang's carefully groomed hairstyle and the casual shirt he bought specially.

Mr. Qiao Yang, who was drenched in the drizzle for half an hour in the eyes of passers-by looking at the mentally retarded, was not bitter in his heart, but very sweet.He knew that he should go back to the waiting room of the airport bus, sit down and wait, but when he thought that Han Mo was coming to pick him up soon, he felt as if there were springs on his buttocks, and he was so excited that he couldn't calm down for a minute—that was Han Mo, The male god Han Mo who has haunted him for three years!

Han Mo is Qiao Yang's undergraduate classmate.Seven years ago, two young people were admitted to a well-known university in the capital and became roommates, so they got to know each other.

Han Mo is a student of the School of Finance, but he looks more like a student of the School of Film and Television Media than Qiao Yang, a freshman in the Directing Department.He has a handsome face that is almost delicate, even the monk's hair cut during military training can't affect his beauty.His eyes are narrow, long and delicate, like the most delicate phoenix eyes in ancient ladies' pictures, the bridge of his nose is straight, his lips are thin and the corners of his lips are upturned, in a word: full of flair.

As an upright Yangou, Qiao Yang had an indescribable affection for Han Mo from the very beginning.Although he himself has sword-brows, star-eyed eyes and a jade-like face, he is an imposing young man, but influenced by aesthetic preferences, he always thinks that Han Mo is a little bit prettier than himself in the mirror, and he doesn't want to move away when he sees Han Mo Eye.

Such naked eyes quickly caught Han Mo's attention.One day during the break of military training, Han Mo met Qiao Yang's eyes, walked across half of the playground, walked all the way from the phalanx of the Finance Department to the phalanx of the Editing Department, and came to Qiao Yang in full view, pinching Qiao Yang with his right hand. Yang Chin forced him to raise his head to face himself, and asked him: "Staring from the dormitory to the playground, do you like my face so much?"

Qiao Yang's face looked as if someone had smashed a tomato, and it turned red in an instant. He was straightforward by nature, and he was the least capable of bickering. In this situation, he couldn't say anything to refute and justify. He spit out a sentence for a long time: "I'm sorry I shouldn't have been staring at you...but your face is really pretty."

Han Mo laughed angrily at him.When he smiled, the shimmer of light that leaked from the gaps in the leaves seemed to be adorned on his body spontaneously, so beautiful that people couldn't bear to blink.He let go of Qiao Yang's chin, reached out and patted Qiao Yang's face lightly, and said softly, "I'm not only pretty, let's get along well in the future." After finishing speaking, he stepped on the instructor's assembly post and left.

After this incident, the Department of Finance knows that there is an idiot named Qiao Yang in the Department of Editing and Director who is obsessed with the face of the grass in this department, and the Department of Directors also knows that there is a beauty named Han Mo in the Department of Finance who seduces the soul of the grass in this department. .A large number of girls expressed their interest in this, and formed a small group, chanting some incomprehensible arguments every day: "Is it Mo Yang or Yang Mo", "Finance attack!" "Height difference determines everything! Qiao Yang Two centimeters taller!"...

After several years of undergraduate study, Qiao Yang and Han Mo became close friends.The former knows everything about the latter, but the latter always gives the former a sense of ambiguity and uncertainty.Qiao Yang found that Han Mo often stared at the empty place outside the window in a daze, or disappeared intermittently. After returning to the dormitory, no matter how his friends asked him, he refused to say what he was thinking or doing.

When he graduated from senior year, Qiao Yang succeeded in securing a postgraduate degree in his department, but Han Mo planned to leave school and return to his hometown to find a job.Qiao Yang didn't want to be separated from him, so he took the courage to break the boat and decided to talk to Han Mo on the day when he took the graduation photo - but Han Mo didn't show up that day, he didn't take the graduation photo, didn't get the graduation certificate, and his phone changed. Become an empty account, □□, WeChat, Weibo are no longer online, and completely disappeared.

For the next three years, Qiao Yang dreamed of Han Mo one after another at midnight.He dreamed that the man was sitting by the bedroom window, staring blankly at the poplar trees outside the window.He dreamed that he walked over and asked, "Han Mo, what are you thinking?" Han Mo turned his head to look at him, narrowing his eyes with a smile, and replied softly, "I'm thinking about you." Qiao Yang felt his face burn , stammeringly asked: "Think, miss me, blushing to show you believe it or not?" Han Mo stared at him maliciously, admiring his shy and excited look, and stopped talking.

One after another midnight, Qiao Yang wakes up from his dream in a state of disappointment, opens the account, stares at Han Mo's gray head, clicks on the dialog box, and leaves a sentence day after day, year after year: "Han Mo, I It's Qiao Yang. Where are you now? How are you doing? Please reply when you see it." He thought, maybe he will never get an answer.

——The answer came out of nowhere a month ago.

"Qiao Yang, I'm working in human resource management in a Fortune [-] company in Guancheng. Have you graduated from graduate school? How are you doing?"

When he saw this reply, Qiao Yang was invigilating the make-up exams for his undergraduate students. He jumped up from the stool and yelled loudly.

Voice: "Fuck me!"

The children who took the make-up exam raised their heads in unison.

Qiao Yang was embarrassed, and tried to hide his smile, so he twisted his expression and said, "When did you still cheat? Don't you feel shameful about cheating in the make-up exam! Now hand over the cheat sheet, and I will find out later that it is a failure and I have to retake it." Believe it or not!" He said casually just to save his dignity, but he didn't expect these brats to come forward one by one to hand in review materials and cheat sheets...

Senior Qiao Yang who has never cheated in his life: "..."

In this way, Qiao Yang resumed contact with Han Mo.He asked Han Mo why he suddenly disappeared that year. Han Mo said that his father passed away suddenly. He was anxious to go home to attend to the funeral. He lost his mobile phone on the way, and later set up a local number.Afterwards, I was very busy at work in the local area, so I directly registered the new Twitter and Weibo, and I didn’t bother to contact my old classmates. Two days ago, I logged into the social media of my student days on a whim, and found that Qiao Yang’s three Leave a message to yourself every day.

"Ah Mo, I miss you very much," Qiao Yang said to Han Mo's new phone call with red ears and a hoarse voice, "Let's meet sometime! It's been so many years, I feel like I have a lot to say to you explain."

A strange woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Han, are you going to eat? Hey, why is your face so red?"

Qiao Yang felt sweet in his heart.

Han Mo was still trying to stay calm, and he asked: "Cough, um, that... Did you graduate today? Have you finished your thesis? Have you got a job? I, our company is just recruiting... passed the initial test You can come to participate in the training, which will last for seven days, and the trainer is me..."

Qiao Yang's mouth was about to grin to his ears, and he said repeatedly: "My thesis is ready, and I am worrying about work. Believe it or not! Your company is the world's top [-], right? I have been coveting it for a long time, please let me Come to the interview!"

Dazed by the upcoming reunion, he never thought about why a master of directing can easily pass the interview for a sales position in a foreign company.

In this way, Qiao Yang passed the remote interview, flew from Beijing to Guancheng in one flight, got a new hairstyle, bought new clothes, even if Han Mo was half an hour late, he didn't care, and happily Outside in the drizzle, just to reunite with that person——

"Qiao Yang."

Han Mo appeared. He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and dark blue suit pants. There were mud spots on his black leather shoes. He was panting a bit when he spoke, and he could be seen running all the way.His brows and eyes have grown a little longer, and he is less childish and beautiful than three years ago, but more charmingly calm and handsome, and there seems to be a little star in his eyes.He stood still in front of Qiao Yang, and explained with a panic that the latter had never seen before: "Sorry, the company had a meeting suddenly, I managed to sneak out, have you waited for a long time?"

Qiao Yang stared at him steadfastly, then stepped forward and hugged him forcefully, as if wanting to rub him into his own flesh and blood.

Han Mo was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his hand and hugged Qiao Yang's back: "Little Qiao, I've been waiting for a long time."

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