give you a soft spot

Back at the residence, Du Teng was not there.After taking a shower, I lay down on the bed and was lucky to have a quiet sleep, but he came back.Like some kind of signal, I knew I was having a hard time falling asleep, and fumbled for my phone in the dark.

When I opened WeChat, I remembered that Xi Zhuo and I were friends, so I clicked on his profile picture.Looking at his entire circle of friends, there are some content that I have never seen elsewhere, like catching up on the missed time. I looked up and down, and when I was fascinated, there was a new message reminder but I didn't want to quit.

Two more news came in to shake his curiosity, and he exited to see that it was Xi Zhuo.

Article 1, is a photo.

Article 2, is this you?

Article 3, you look good with long hair.

The photo he sent was from my sophomore year, and it was true that I had long hair.Many people say that it is an alternative product that I have to do as an art student, but few people know that I grow shoulder-length hair to cover the scar on my chin.The wound had just healed when I reported in my freshman year, and I still couldn’t accept the existence of the scar. I walked around all day with my head bowed and withdrawn to the point that I felt a bit inferior. Later, I simply grew long hair. After two years, my personality has become outgoing and easy-going, but I'm so used to it that I can't bear to cut my hair short.

The strange thing is that many people have said that I look good with long hair. Every time I hear it, I think it is a lie.Until I saw Xi Zhuo's words, I would like to believe that he was not perfunctory.

It's not because of being praised by him that I feel happy, but because of something else.That photo was a few years ago lying in Moments, and it really took a while to get there.

I can't put it into words that Xi Zhuo spends his private time looking at my small person's circle of friends.Typed and deleted, deleted and rewritten, reply: Brother Zhuo was joking.

The other party's input changes to: I mean, it's amazing.

I'm sure we didn't drink at that meal, but I'm not sure why Xi-Jo seemed drunk.He is praising me, using amazing?

The surface is calm and the heart is overwhelmed.I said brother Zhuo should go to bed early, and he will go out tomorrow, and added a good night expression at the end.

He said, well, good night.

Dutten was asleep, but my lack of sleep all night had little to do with his loud snoring.The itchy and numb things in my heart poked back and forth for unknown reasons, both awake and asleep.

The next night, Xi Zhuo attended a film conference in another city. He was handsome and courteous, and he was wearing the world's top brand dress for the first time in China.

I habitually browsed his related reports and videos on the Internet before going to bed. This time, Xiaoyou was in charge of Xi Zhuo's makeup and costumes.

Du Teng said that he thought of a way to let us all sleep well. I really appreciate his caring for me every night after I live here, listening to him snoring and turning over and over again, but I can’t accept that he has to wait until I fall asleep before going to sleep. sleeping proposal.

The reason is simple, I'm stressed.The more I knew that there was someone waiting for me to fall asleep in the living room, the more I couldn't fall asleep, not to mention that I almost fell asleep after trying hard several times, but was woken up by him who pushed the door and asked me if I was asleep. I was going crazy.

So I told him the next day with dark circles under my eyes that this method was fucking impossible. After that, the kid must have felt guilty. He cooked porridge and two side dishes for breakfast.

When I sat at the table and picked up the chopsticks to praise the dishes he cooked, he had already started to put on his coat, saying that he received a call early in the morning asking him to replace the sick Xiao Gao to pick up the plane.

I said that I had dinner with Xiao Gao the day before yesterday and he was fine, why did he get sick.

Du Teng muttered while putting on his shoes: "I don't know, I heard that it seems to be a bad cold. Lao Bai was afraid of infecting Brother Zhuo, so I changed it temporarily."

Du Teng pushed the door and left. It was 06:30. After I had breakfast, washed the dishes and cleaned the room, I also left the door.

Today is the day when Xi Zhuo came back and also the day when I officially signed the clothing materialization contract.For things that didn't happen, I would always be the first to deceive myself and others to win a moment of peace of mind and think better than bad, so I forced myself to go to the company refreshed.

The studio held a small meeting, involving a famous designer in the clothing design industry invited by the company at a high price among the people involved in this cooperative operation.I went to the meeting as an ordinary staff member, and did not ask me any opinions except that Director Liu casually added the words "his design draft" to my prefix during the initial introduction.

Probably in order to avoid any unhappiness between Cindy and Director Liu, the company decided that Director Liu will take full responsibility this time, and only I, who holds the core design draft, will participate in the Cindy team.

I thought my few design drawings would make me hold my head up high, but I didn't expect that I would be invisible throughout the process.

To put it bluntly, the studio wants to buy out my design draft. To put it bluntly, the studio wants to give me a sum of money to let me give up the right to speak. The truth is the same, I have to hand over the draft .

It’s not like I haven’t experienced this kind of thing. I participated in the campus clothing design competition in my junior year. My design draft was selected by a domestic first-line brand clothing company. At that time, the person in charge found me through the instructor and wanted to buy out my design. The design draft is named with the name of their company designer.At that time, he was really angry, and he turned his face before rejecting without even thinking about it. He was a fool who was scolded by his roommate for more than half a year with a fearless spirit. They all said that fools have fools, but fools don’t. And I'm that idiot.

I still remember that I solemnly told them that I would never sell my soul for a few pieces of money, and I would never allow the fruits of my labor to become capital for others to get for nothing.

The righteous words really shut them up, except for my top berth, Qi Yi.He said flatly, Cheng Ming, don't talk too much, sooner or later you will be willing to sell your soul for various reasons.

Until now, I still remember him sitting on the upper bunk looking down at me, with a slight disdain in his smile.If I could go back to that day, I would nod my head in agreement with his statement instead of almost fighting him.

What Qi Yi said was right, I sold my soul this time, willingly.I signed the contract in a calm mood.

Although I look down on myself, I just don't want to be kicked out.I have to stay here. This is the closest place to Xi Zhuo. Being able to see him and hear him naturally has become my greed. This secret feeling that cannot be made public makes me not afraid of being defined as greedy for money by others.

At this level where the quality of life is close to the top of the pyramid, dealing with people who like to trade money is probably the most enjoyable. There is no bargaining, a professional-level one-stop deal, and I sent the electronic draft as soon as possible after the contract took effect.

In less than two days, there will be more money in the account. I have never seen so much money on my card. The string of numbers seems to be laughing. It says Cheng Ming, congratulations, you have finally become your most disgusting people.