Dedicated to Luhe

I hate saying goodbye and I can't avoid saying goodbye, so in the end I left first.

After hanging up the manager's call, I hesitated for a while and decided to break Lu He's romantic and mysterious atmosphere, and said to him: "Lu He, then I'll go first."

Lu He looked at me, smiled and nodded.

"Bon voyage, smooth business trip."

I waved my hand, turned and walked onto the overpass.

When I stepped on the steps, I was still looking at Lu He. He looked up at me, held a cigarette in one hand, and waved at me with the other.

Still quite ambiguous.

I didn't dare to look at him any more, I ran up and down, and didn't dare to turn to look in the direction of Lu He until I was in the middle of the overpass.

He was still standing there, smoking a cigarette on the side of the road, and the passing cars were speeding by, and no one paid him any attention except me.

In such a short few seconds, it seemed that Lu He had been taken as my own. I stole a moment of his life and put it in my pocket.

Cool.

Happy.

I turned back and ran towards the train station, the manager would scold me any later.

This business trip is really just a meeting.

One-hour high-speed rail, get off at 10:30, Luhe sent a WeChat message on time: Is it here?

I suspect he set up an automatic send.

When I received his message, I was leaving the station with the manager. In order to prevent being discovered by the manager, I was sneaky when replying to the message.

The manager glanced at me: "Girlfriend?"

"No," I quickly explained, "I...my mother."

I'm curious about what Lu He's expression would be if he knew he became "my mother". He probably shook his head at me dumbfounded.

It’s not too far from the train station to the hotel. It took about ten minutes to get there by taxi. The staff at the branch office had already arranged a room for me. The manager and I shared a room, which was pretty good.

Therefore, big companies are rich. When I was working in a small company, every time I was on a business trip, I wished that our project team would squeeze into one room.

Before I went to bed, I sent a WeChat message to Lu He, telling him that everything was going well and that I would go to a meeting tomorrow morning.

It was almost twelve o'clock at that time, and Lu He was still up, but we didn't talk much, he just said simply: Okay, the business trip is hard, go to bed early.

There was a one-day meeting on Saturday, and another half-day meeting on Sunday morning.

To be honest, the meeting is really bald. For a day and a half, I have been worrying that when I go back and see Luhe again, I already have the gorgeous "Mediterranean".

Fortunately, although the reality is cruel, it is not so cruel. Before the "Mediterranean" was formed, I set foot on the way home with the manager.

Before Lu He said he would come to pick me up, I just thought it was his polite greeting, but I didn't expect that before getting on the bus, he actually asked me for the train number and time.

I knew I shouldn't trouble others, and I knew I couldn't be so thick-skinned, but I still sent him the message.

As it turns out, there are times when thick-skinned people really have a good time.

The one-hour high-speed rail ride has no signal on my mobile phone, and I want to send WeChat messages to Lu He but I can't send them.

I'm not sure if he's really coming, looking forward to it, but feeling like I shouldn't be looking forward to it.

Outside the car window, there is a dry color, dry yellow, and the world is sad and desolate.

Autumn is very suitable for dating. Before winter comes, find a human body heater, and you can hug and sleep when it is cold.

I started thinking wildly again.

The manager was sleeping soundly next to me. If I didn't call him before getting off the train, he would probably sleep until the conductor came to him and said, "Hello, sir, we've arrived at the station."

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the train pulled into the station, and my mobile phone finally got a signal.

Several WeChat messages came in at once, all from Lu He.

He sent: OK, I'll go there now.

He sent: There is a traffic jam, are you almost there?

He sent: I'm sorry, I have something to do, I may not be able to go there.

He posted: Just kidding, I'm here, at the flyover that sent you off that day, no hurry, I'll wait for you.

"What are you laughing about?" The manager rubbed his face vigorously before he woke up, "Girlfriend is here to pick you up?"

"Brother Wang, I really don't have a girlfriend." I said, "My friend is here, and we make an appointment to have dinner together later."

The manager nodded, probably too lazy to gossip about me.

Is it appropriate to use the term "turning one's heart like an arrow"?

It should be barely enough, right?

If you regard Luhe as sustenance or destination, this word should be used.

In short, when I saw him saying that he had arrived, my person hadn’t got off the car but his heart had already rushed to the footbridge. He might be sitting in the car listening to the song waiting for me, or he might be standing on the road. Waiting for me while smoking a cigarette, in short, no matter what, he is waiting for me.

In his timeline, there is a small section that belongs to me again, and belongs to me alone.

I really took advantage of him.

I should have waited for the manager to get off the bus and get out of the station together, but I couldn't wait any longer. As soon as the car stopped, I said to the manager, "Brother Wang, my friend is waiting for me, so I'll leave first."

"Come on, let's go," said the manager, "you're in a hurry."

Is really urgent.

I squeezed through the crowd, like a fish, or like a loach, I don’t really care. What I care about is that I can’t make Lu He wait too long, and I don’t want to wait too long. This kind of waiting is suffering. It's an abuse of myself, I want to be nicer to myself.

So I ran all the way, ran out of the station, ran up the overpass, peeked over in the middle of the overpass, saw Lu He's car, saw Lu He standing under the overpass smoking a cigarette, saw Lu He just looked up, and then waved to me. He flicked his hand.

Hold.

It's really a bit ambiguous.