Mr Prejudice

Guan Lan sat at the door of Yang Peining's office.

The secretary's younger sister came over to pour water for him: "Mr. Guan, please wait a moment. Mr. Yang's conference call has been delayed a little longer. I will see you in 5 minutes at most."

Guan Lan took over the water: "Thank you, go and do your work, I'll just wait here."

The little secretary sat back in her seat, and couldn't help but peek at Guan Lan under the cover of the computer monitor.

As the boss's secretary, she watched all directions and listened to all directions, so she naturally knew that Guan Lan's mood at this time should not be very good; he came to see Yang Peining at this time, probably not to report work in a friendly manner.

Even so, he is still so pleasant and polite, what an attractive man.

Guan Lan held the water glass in both hands, and rubbed the handle of the glass lightly with his thumb.He remembered the first time he came to this office ten years ago and followed behind Lin Xuewen, full of ambition and uneasy, like a primary school student who had just received a three-good student award and was waiting for the teacher to praise him.At that time, Yang Peining's secretary was a bit like this one now, she was also a girl with big eyes, which may be his special aesthetic orientation; but that girl is now the boss of Tianlong's advertising department, and the second-tier cafes in the circle have to call out when they see her sister.

It's been ten years.

The one shot that night was ultimately unsuccessful.

Zhou Junzhuo's call came at the right time, as if the two of them had colluded, so that when Guan Lan answered the phone, he felt guilty of being caught.

So when he said that he was going out to meet Zhou Junzhuo now, one can imagine Zhuang Lin's face.

Zhuang Lin: "It's so late, what does he mean? Do you have to go?"

Guan Lan: "He is in a hurry. I can tell whether he has a business to ask me for."

Guan Lan learned from the change in Zhuang Lin's expression that he really shouldn't have said these words.

Zhuang Lin: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Guan Lan: "What do I mean by taking you there? Fighting or demonstrating? Don't make trouble, it's inappropriate for you to go."

Zhuang Lin became furious: "Then what does he mean by asking you to meet at night? Doesn't he know that we are together? This is a provocation, and I can't fight it yet?"

Seeing his appearance as a male beast whose mating rights are threatened, Guan Lan can't let him go: "Don't you trust me? What do you think will happen if I go to see him? You think I will be in two boats, Playing with the feelings of the two of you?"

Zhuang Lin was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I trust you, but Guan Lan, don't think I'm always confident."

Zhuang Lin: "You just said that the two of you have known each other for 15 years, and they have taken up half of your life. I don't understand or participate in this half of your life. I'm afraid that once you leave, you won't come back."

Guan Lan takes the soft but not the hard, and when he sees his gloomy eyes, his heart aches.

Guan Lan: "...I just had a glass of wine and I can't drive. You can take me there. I'll just talk to him for half an hour. After we're done, let's go home together, okay?"

They met in a snack street outside the side gate of their university.

Guan Lan just got rid of the smell of prickly ash and cumin again.

Zhou Junzhuo: "Do you remember, when we couldn't grab the music classroom, we practiced singing in the flower bed behind the activity center, and came here for barbecue after practice."

Guan Lan: "How can I not remember. Later, the two of us came so frequently that the stall owner recognized us and left us a phone number. I sent them a text message in advance. Twenty skewers of mutton and ten skewers of ribs were roasted in advance. Sit down here and eat what's ready."

Zhou Junzhuo: "When I was waiting for you just now, I thought about it and thought about it. It seems that there are no decent memories between us except for these old sesame seeds and rotten millet ten years ago."

Guan Lan: "I have written so many songs for dogs over the years? White-eyed wolf."

Zhou Junzhuo: "Well, now that you have a master, it's much more natural to talk to me."

Guan Lan was suddenly pointed out by him about the fact that he was out of the order, and he was a little embarrassed: "You know?"

Zhou Junzhuo looked at Guan Lan's car 50 meters away: "Through the car window and the smog, I can feel two aggressive gazes."

Guan Lan: "He has to follow...he is young, I will go back and educate him."

Zhou Junzhuo: "Young people are awesome. Just now they declared their sovereignty on Weibo."

Guan Lan: "What Weibo? He doesn't talk nonsense, does he?"

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone to look at it, but it was okay, he just sent a picture.

Zhou Junzhuo: "He posted this picture carefully. With this background, anyone who has been to your house will know that this is your house."

Guan Lan: "Then I'm afraid it won't be effective, because few people have been to my house."

Zhou Junzhuo: "Not many people have been there, but he has been there, which is also very revealing."

Guan Lan really didn't expect such a scheming in a picture.The people who eat melons can't see the way, but they can blow up the true rivals so that they can't sit still.

Zhou Junzhuo: "I know, you won't talk about feelings easily, once you start, you are ready to settle down."

Zhou Junzhuo: "I just want to ask you, why him?"

Why is he?

Guan Lan temporarily forgot the awkwardness between them, and poured out his heart to this old friend for many years.

Guan Lan said slowly: "You also know that I have a phobia about relationships. My father and mother also fell in love and got married freely. They were not unloving or sweet when they were young. As a result, they finally fell in love with each other. Two hates, can't live under one roof, either cold war or quarrel, can't even maintain 10 minutes of peace. People say that a beautiful love is like a peacock. It looks like a beautiful flower from the front, but a hairy butt from the back. If my love In the end, it also ended in such a bleak way, I don’t think I can accept it, so it’s better not to start.”

Guan Lan: "But Zhuang Lin... When he looks at me, his eyes are like stars."

Guan Lan: "Looking at him, I feel that no matter how long I can stay with him, ten years or 20 years, every day of these ten or 20 years is a gift from God to me."

Zhou Junzhuo looked into Guan Lan's eyes.

Guan Lan himself may not know that when he talked about Zhuang Lin, his eyes were full of stars.

Zhou Junzhuo: "Guan Lan, I like you."

Guan Lan was taken aback by him, and then said helplessly, "You obviously don't have to do this..."

Zhou Junzhuo: "I know. I'm also giving myself an explanation. If I don't say it, I always feel that the past ten years are too unwilling."

Guan Lan: "You know, if you say that, we can't be friends anymore."

Zhou Junzhuo: "Don't deceive yourself, since the day you started avoiding me, we are no longer friends."

Guan Lan was taken aback.

Standing on this familiar street, he felt that the time was suddenly reversed around him, and he saw the young man in white clothes again.

Guan Lan: "I'm sorry."

He finally waited for this sentence of sorry that had been in the past for ten years.

Zhou Junzhuo sent Guan Lan to the front of the car, walked to the driver's seat and knocked on the window.

Zhuang Lin put down the glass.

Zhou Junzhuo: "I didn't come by car, you can give me a ride, I'll talk to you. Guan Lan, take a taxi back."

Guan Lan: "...Why? What are you doing?"

Zhou Junzhuo: "Why, are you afraid that I will beat him? If we two fight, isn't that a festival fee for Yuji? I am a senior in the industry, let's talk about business and art."

Ghosts believe you talk about art!

Zhuang Lin: "Okay, Mr. Zhou, let's get in the car. My dear, can I call you a car?"

Guan Lan thought silently, you've never fucking called my dear on the bed, so now you're calling me darling?

Guan Lan: "Travel healthy, I take the subway."

Guan Lan: "What did you two say?"

Guan Lan was anxious all the way on the subway, thinking about this question without stopping for a moment.

Zhuang Lin: "Don't worry, there is no fight. I have to be a bit of a winner, don't I?"

Zhuang Lin: "It's because he might have been drinking before he came, and he complained about you crazily along the way. It's scum if you flirt and not marry. He said that you are Yang Guo. When he saw Yang Guo, he missed his life."

Zhuang Lin: "I think what he said makes sense."

Guan Lan was very speechless.

Guan Lan: "If I were Yang Guo, and Xiaolongnu was Yang Guo's master, then she would be Sister Xuewen. Then I guess my right hand was cut off by her husband, Lao Yang, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Guan Lan: "I'm Yang Guo, who is Zhou Junzhuo himself? Lu Wushuang?... No, it should be Guo Fu."

Zhuang Lin: "Then what about me, who am I?"

Guan Lan thought about the age difference: "...Guo Xiang?"

Zhuang Lin is so fucking angry!

Guo Fu ended up marrying a rich and handsome man, and Guo Xiang, who was completely wronged for life, died alone and became a monk!

They slept together, unaware of the quietly brewing storm of public opinion.

Guan Lan took a long vacation to go to work on the first day, and it was already time to get off work in the afternoon after finishing the matter at hand.By the time he noticed the changes on the Internet, the situation was already difficult to deal with.

Taking the picture posted by Zhuang Lin last night as a guide, Tianya, Douban, and Weibo entertainment gossip marketing accounts began to dig deep into the evil deeds of the latent rule madman Guan Lan on a large scale.

Chen Jin quickly fell out of favor, Zhuang Lin was suspected to be in power, the middle palace changed hands, a new generation replaced the old...

These things have always been available on the Internet, but if it was a small-scale guerrilla warfare before, this time it was a large-scale army battle.

Zhuang Lin had never seen Guan Lan's face look so ugly - he was also angry, but he still wanted to comfort Guan Lan first: "It's okay, they are already deleting posts, and they are still the same old stuff, there is no real hammer, There is no need to respond, it will be over tomorrow."

Guan Lan didn't speak.

Zhuang Lin: "It's my fault too. I wish I hadn't posted that picture. They used it to set the rhythm. These people are so fucking bad."

Guan Lan: "It has nothing to do with you. Without you, there are other things. I should have thought that this would happen sooner or later."

Zhuang Lin: "Do you know who did it?"

Guan Lan: "The enemy is inside the wall. I have risen too fast in the past few years, blocking the way of others."

Zhuang Lin: "Is there someone inside the company?"

Guan Lan sighed and did not answer immediately.

Guan Lan: "A small company also has mountains and factions. You say it's ridiculous. I always know these things. They don't like me, and they have nothing to do with me, they can only hide in the dark corner Li, use these low-level methods to disgust me. Actually, I really didn’t care about this before, I always remember my master’s words, we eat by our ability, and no one needs to look at it.”

Guan Lan: "Unexpectedly, if you don't fight back, they will take an inch and treat you as cowardly. I don't care how they hacked me before, but this time, they hit my bottom line."

Zhuang Lin: "...Is your bottom line me?"

After all, all the firepower this time was aimed at Guan Lan, Zhuang Lin was at most scratched by stray bullets, and he really didn't feel that he was affected in any way.But Guan Lan's thunderous fury of "you dare to touch my people" really made Su Dezhuang Lin's heart beat faster.

Guan Lan frowned, stood up suddenly and faced out the window, and stood there for 10 minutes.

When Zhuang Lin was considering whether to leave him alone or to hug him, Guan Lan turned around.

Guan Lan: "Tell me, I stand on the top of the mountain, okay?"

Zhuang Lin: "Do you want to come out and do it alone?"

Guan Lan: "Before I was hesitating. After all, I don't have much money, and most of the resources are in Tianlong. Now think about it, fuck it, I'm going bankrupt and I will eat at home and write songs for you alone. You say it's okay?" good?"

Zhuang Lin: "...I'll go and tell my sister, arrange more work for me, and I can take ten more endorsements."