we are not twins

On a weekend in late April, Zuo Xiaoxiao sat on the spacious terrace of Wang’s house and listened to music.If he was a little uncomfortable with this layered life at first, now he is completely at ease.

The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on the lake, and the opposite bank is full of flowers.There is a row of potted upright herbs about one meter high, and the green leaves are covered with golden yellow flowers that are just blooming, like upside-down funnels one after another, with small tentacles protruding from the end of the petals, which is very enchanting.He has no love for flowers and plants, but he recognizes this one - the golden mandala.

In Sanskrit, mandala means the mandala and center of energy practice. The vicissitudes of life, the round and orderly petals describe the universe models of various religions.So its implication is usually mysterious and transcendent.The purple mandala represents horror, the blue mandala represents deceitful love, the black mandala represents unpredictable death, life’s path of no return, the white mandala has anesthetic effect, and the red mandala represents bloody love , the yellow mandala represents the tumultuous battle.

The golden mandala is different from the above, it symbolizes the lucky ones born with endless happiness.

This is the flower belonging to Wang Mengqi.

Occasionally, when I think of someone, that person will appear in front of me.So Zuo Xiaoxiao was not surprised to see Wang Mengqi coming out with his mobile phone in his nightgown, and said with a serious face that he had just received an official reply from the foundation, and that the list of approved rescues was already very long. It is initially estimated that it will not be possible until the second half of next year or even the year after next year if it can be ranked behind.But distant water cannot save near fire.

The implication is that this path does not work.

Why am I still waiting?Zuo Xiaoxiao unplugged his earphones, pushed away the original English novel that he couldn't read at all, and stood up suddenly, startling Wang Mengqi.In the past half a year, this guy has grown taller again, and his ribs have grown a lot, and he is really more and more like himself.

"Actually, I have another idea."

Wang Mengqi swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat: "Say."

"Help me transfer to a vocational school, computer, hairdressing, car repair, cooking, everything. I can find a job in a year or so. I will try my best to pay you back."

Wang Mengqi stared at him like he was looking at a monster, and when he thought there would be no response, he suddenly said a digression: "William and Cherry are coming soon."

Once reminded, Zuo Xiaoxiao also remembered that a few middle school students he met in Hong Kong had made an appointment to come over today, and they would go to Dapeng Town together in the afternoon to give free English lessons to the migrant children in that area.

"You guys go, I'm not going."

"That's okay, we've made an appointment."

Zuo Xiaoxiao turned around wearily and wanted to leave: "The customer will go online the day after tomorrow, and I still have a few pages to do."

"Zuo Xiaoxiao!" Wang Mengqi called out his name word by word, "Where did your promise go? Where did your love go? The result is nothing compared to your own little profit!"

"Come on." He turned his head to look at the distraught rich man, showing a sloppy smile, "What kind of volunteer work, charity, public welfare, don't you do these things just to get more experience in social work on your resume, and to improve the quality of your social work? Is there a chance of being admitted to Cambridge or other prestigious schools? This is the whole meaning of participating in volunteer services." Seeing Wang Mengqi blanked on the spot, he rubbed his hair in a relaxed manner, "And I'm destined not to get the ticket to the magical country." It is better to quit as soon as possible.”

"I worked so hard to transform you..."

"Reform?" Zuo Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand, pointed at Wang Mengqi's brow, and said indifferently, "Wang Mengqi, do you think you are a god?"

Wang Mengqi stared at the finger pointing at him, feeling dizzy, as if he was questioning himself through a mirror.

am i godwhat am i creating

No!Maybe I'm not a god, but I don't accept the irony and ridicule from this person.

"Don't point at me!" He stretched out his hand to grab Zuo Xiaoxiao's finger and snapped it back forcefully, Zuo Xiaoxiao cried out in pain.

Zuo Xiaoxiao subconsciously slapped Wang Mengqi on the face: "Don't fucking yell at me."

Ding dong!The clear ringing of the doorbell traveled through the huge, uncovered space, reaching their eardrums.The guests are here.

The two fell silent in a daze, one covering his face and the other holding his hand, staring at each other like this.Afterwards, Wang Mengqi arranged his hairstyle and clothes, and walked towards the hall without saying a word.

Four high school students from Hong Kong walked in politely. Through the glass door, Zuo Xiaoxiao saw Wang Mengqi chatting happily with them, completely unable to see the trace of being slapped just now.Is this guy born to be an actor?

In an instant, Zuo Xiaoxiao began to feel self-blame: Mickey Wang paid so much money for me, even my dad never spent so much money on me, yet I still blame him for not thinking of me, it is too much Childish, no, it should be said to be ungrateful.

Thinking of this, he rubbed his hands, pushed open the door, and walked out with a smile on his face.This is also one of the few things he can do for Wang Mengqi.

The activities in the afternoon went well, and the children and adults were all happy.In the evening, the staff of the organization were invited to have a seafood dinner together, and then the driver picked up the six children, sang and danced and played, and it was already 3 o'clock in the morning when they dragged their tired bodies back to their rooms for sleep.

After saying good night to each other, Wang Mengqi suddenly came back and knocked on the door of Zuo Xiaoxiao's room.

"Thank you for today."

Zuo Xiaoxiao smirked: "Let's talk about this!"

"Tomorrow, William and I will go to visit the Urban Biennale. You don't have to go, just make a good website at home, don't stay up late, go to sleep."

What a gift.

Zuo Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously: "Okay!"