Gentle oppression

When Jiang Yu received Lu Zhuo's video invitation, he was sitting in the activity room of the orphanage and accompanied the children to build blocks.

When he was young, he made handicrafts with children here, and it was also the first time he met his little brother in this activity room.

The orphanage has been renovated several times, and many old buildings have been demolished, but the building in this activity room has only been renovated and not demolished.

Jiang Yu thought, he is still very lucky.

When I came back today, an old man in charge of the archives saw that he had been running around and working hard, so he agreed to help him find the files of those years, and if he could find them, he would lend them to Jiang Yu to look at.

Jiang Yu didn't know his name, and he didn't remember his face, but it was better to have information than to have no information, so he went to buy a pack of expensive cigarettes for the uncle.

Then I waited for the news while playing with the children in the activity room.

Caught off guard by the video invitation, Jiang Yu hurried out of the activity room, stood in the corridor and straightened his hair against the window glass, and then connected: "Lu Zhuo?"

Lu Zhuo had just returned to the hotel after meeting his partner, and there was a dinner in the evening, so he used this time to send Jiang Yufa a video.

He sat on the sofa in the suite, his tie was loosened a little, hanging loosely around his neck, and asked Jiang Yu, "Did you get tired yesterday?"

In fact, Lu Zhuo doesn't really like serious elite dresses, as long as the occasion allows, he will pull his tie, and if the place is more convenient, he will change into a comfortable T-shirt.

In the past, Jiang Yu always felt that he was not a good person when he wore a suit like that, but now he somehow felt that he was a bit unscrupulously handsome.

Jiang Yu felt embarrassed that he was wearing colored glasses to look at people, so he pursed his lips and replied, "No."

Lu Zhuo leaned lazily on the sofa, and said with a smile: "Xiao Liu has caught a cold, and just now he sent me a text message to play a rogue, saying that I delayed his evening performance and made me lose money. Are you okay?"

In fact, Jiang Yu sneezed several times when he got up in the morning, but he had no other symptoms. He felt that he was not sick, so he shook his head and said, "No, I am in better health than Xiao Liu."

With his small body, he is still in good health.

Lu Zhuo smiled helplessly and said, "It's fine if you don't have one."

Jiang Yu asked again: "Is Xiao Liu okay?"

Lu Zhuo said, "It's okay, just take some medicine and you'll be alive and kicking again."

He looked at the little man on the screen of the phone, and felt that Jiang Yu suddenly seemed less afraid of him, so he teased him again, "I know I care about Xiao Liu, so why don't you just ask me how I am?"

Jiang Yu smiled obediently at him and said, "I saw you, you are not sick."

Lu Zhuo pretended to cough twice, and Jiang Yu smiled on the other end of the phone, with a soft smile, and said, "You're just pretending!"

The two had met for more than two months, and Lu Zhuo had never seen Jiang Yu in such a real way in front of him, not trembling, not pretending to please, but smiling at him from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Zhuo's heart seemed to be poured with carbonated soda, and the water vapor scrambled to burst open.

This is the little one he wants to get back.

The emotion of wanting to see Jiang Yu suddenly spread to his limbs, and Lu Zhuo began to ask: "When I go back from a business trip, come to the airport to pick me up."

Jiang Yu nodded in agreement, and said, "I can take you to Chuan Chuan, a restaurant newly recommended by my colleague!"

Lu Zhuo said, "Okay, wait for me to go back."

The video lasted for nearly 10 minutes. When Jiang Yu returned to the activity room, some children surrounded him and said, "Big Brother, Grandpa Wu just came to see you."

Grandpa Wu is the man in charge of the file room.

Jiang Yu thinks that he has been very lucky recently, and the relationship with Lu Zhuo has become harmonious, and there is also a little bit of clues about finding that little brother back then.

But it's only a star and a half, which is only so much better than no eyebrows.

Jiang Yu played with the children in the orphanage for a while, and when he returned home with the old materials that Uncle Wu had found for him, it was already past seven in the evening.

He took a shower, ate the box lunch he brought back with his wet hair, and lay down on the sofa staring at the several file books in a daze.

There were several thick volumes, and he was so tired that his arms were sore after moving them back.

But I took it back, and I don't know what use it is.

This kind of personal information involves privacy. The information that can be shown to him is some old photos with very low resolution, with names and dates of birth written on them. Later, whether these children were adopted or went to where to develop this Such information is impossible.

Jiang Yu flipped through the book without hope, and he didn't have any clue after reading most of the book, but soon he was sleepy, and he fell asleep in a daze.

The air conditioner didn't adjust the sweeping mode, and it blew straight over. Jiang Yu's hair was neither dried nor covered with a blanket, so the next day, after bragging that he was a classmate of Jiang Primary School who was in better health than Primary Six, he caught a cold without any surprise.

Being sick is the most painful thing in the world for Jiang Yu.

Even this little cold.

He hated going to the hospital, hated taking medicine, and even more hated looking sick.

So he washed his face with cold water, and after arriving at the company, he bought two packs of instant coffee downstairs and drank them all, trying to refresh himself.

Just pretend you're not sick.

However, his physical foundation was already poor, and this cold came back fiercely.

Jiang Yu's little effort only allowed him to survive the whole morning.

He had no energy, couldn't eat lunch, and lay on the table to catch up on sleep. When it was time for work in the afternoon, the alarm clock failed to wake him up.

When the supervisor came over to arrange the work, he saw it and patted Jiang Yu on the shoulder: "Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Yu woke up in a daze, and was startled when he saw the leader. With a guilty conscience of being found deserted, he rubbed his eyes vigorously to wake himself up: "Ah, I slept through it."

But Jiang Yu didn't know that his appearance at this time was even more "scary".

There was a fine amount of sweat on his forehead, his face was also pale, and his lips were even less bloodless, looking precarious.

The supervisor hurriedly asked him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yu retorted reflexively: "No."

But the voice was powerless, like catkins floating, this rebuttal was very unconvincing.

The supervisor frowned, asked about the progress of Jiang Yu's work, and then granted him a half-day leave.