Necessary and sufficient conditions for secret love to come true

Zong Jing sighed, and felt that he didn't want to talk to him at all, but he had to cover his eyes, otherwise, whenever he saw that face, his stomach would still feel tight...

It was always this face that I dreamed back at midnight for so many years.

He has been and is working hard to read so many books, and wants to break away from vulgar interests and become a noble person. At present, the bookshelves on one wall of the study room are half filled, and he has not succeeded!

I have also set goals countless times to see the soul through appearances. If I wake up in the middle of the night because I have someone's dream, I will recite the Diamond Sutra once.

【Pink skeleton, white bones and flesh, all dharmas and empty appearances, everything is illusory. 】 Still no success! ! !

Zong Jing leaned back slightly, propped his chin with one hand and squinted his eyes to look at Liu Yutang. He had rarely seen him in the past three years, and his appearance hadn't changed much.

Liu Yutang's hairs were bristling from his stare, and at the same time, looking at his handsome side face and beautiful shoulder line, he felt as if he wanted to raise his hand to make a frame for the viewfinder. So, this Zong Jing, did he come to my house to pose? pose?

Zong Jing stared at him blankly for a minute, then his shoulders slumped a little in frustration.

OK, back to the most essential question, what is the purpose of coming here today, what is the purpose of driving here for seven and a half hours in the severe cold and snow?

Zhang Tai'an drank half the night with him yesterday, and devoted himself to psychological counseling.

……

"I can't forget it for nine years, so I just make a decision. You look at it from a distance, it is a white lotus flower, and the bright moonlight on your heart, you want the most if you can't touch it. Maybe when you get close, you will find that it is completely a person. It's a wonderful thing that wants someone to send him to heaven every minute."

"Please, you're only 25. Even if you stumble, there's still time to start again. Nothing is as scary as being stuck in it all the time."

"To put it bluntly, after sleeping, you may find that it's nothing more than that, and you may not want it at that time. According to you, that guy may not be straight. Brother, this kind of sweaty feet is pure straightness. Go and see chant."

……

Liu Yutang frowned, waiting for Zong Jing to answer his question, waiting for him to say, "Yes, your family doesn't owe me money."

But the other party sighed deeply. If the expression on his face is not wrong, it should be "can't look directly"?Then there was a long silence.

The longer the other party was silent, the more nervous he became, and he couldn't help but want to check the stack of contracts and bills again.

To be honest, intellectually, he is not afraid of owing so much money.

When he could remember, his family was already quite rich, and his concept of money was different from that of ordinary children.

To be precise, he was not the same as his own mother, Tang Lu. Tang Lu had suffered, but he hadn't.

But this does not mean that he is the second-generation ancestor with high eyesight and low hands. When he was a student, he saw so many people who sweated profusely on the construction site at home and couldn’t earn the money for a pair of shoes every day. He knew clearly that cherishing life was hard-won.

When he was in college, he used to work part-time with his friends without telling his parents. During the summer vacation, he worked [-] hours a day, six and a half days a week, and he persisted.

But at that time, parents were too busy to care what their adult son was doing.

In the first 25 years of his life, his parents gave him the best things they could, and tried their best to bring him the widest world.According to what he sees, his daily life is often the way for others to make money.

What made him bow his head in embarrassment was not the amount of money, but the sense of guilt that he owed others.

The group sitting in the living room downstairs did not do anything wrong. They came to him to ask for what they deserved, but they were pushed back and forth.

As for resentment, he did have it. He hated the contractor who absconded with money, and the drunk passerby who crossed the road to let his father get out of a car accident.

Perhaps one day he will be forced by life to use any means, but he has not reached the end of the road, he still has a little strength to stick to his principles, and he is willing to maintain a little bit of grievances that some people may find ridiculous.

The two of them were silent and opened their minds, Zong Jing finally raised his eyes again, and clicked on the stack of bills from the air, "First answer my question just now, 75 million, half of which have not yet reached the repayment date, and the one with the longest payment period It's not until July, is it?"

"That's right." Liu Yutang memorized the last amount by heart.

"What's left in your house now?" Zong Jing looked around. The study was tastefully decorated. Some shelves on the bookshelves were empty, and there were gaps left by two picture frames on the wall. There seemed to be something on the remaining shelves. A few are antiques, you have to look carefully, and there are quite a few hardcover books that may be unopened.

Liu Yutang is even more inexplicable, but now his net worth is clear at a glance, and there is nothing he can't say, "This house and all the things in it are a little bit of waste in the warehouse."

"Small goods?" Zong Jing was very interested. The Liu family's construction industry is upstream and downstream from his industry, but the region is different.

Liu Yutang was at a loss, "Why do you ask this? You don't come all the way to buy things, do you?"

"It won't hurt you to tell me." Zong Jing sat a little more relaxed. He had already made up his mind, and it was just a matter of assessing the loss.

Zhang Tai'an is right, the most fear in life is being stuck in a pit and not being able to climb out. As long as you can stand up from this pit, even if you take away the mud on your feet and throw off a shoe, it is worth it.

Moreover, it doesn't have to be a mud pit, maybe if you get closer, you will find that it is actually a sweet well.

In any case, you can no longer stay where you are.

"That's right, even if I take you to see it, I have nothing to lose," Liu Yutang laughed, "I have to get the inventory list, I really can't remember it."

Turning around and going back to the master bedroom, Tang Lu got up again after 10-[-] minutes, and was slowly approving clothes when she saw him enter the door, "What's going on down here? I heard it suddenly became quiet."

Liu Yutang pushed her back, "You can rest, a great god has come, and they are all overwhelmed."

Tang Lu frowned, "What kind of god, did you make things difficult for you?"

"A high school classmate," Liu Yutang adjusted the temperature of the electric heater, and poured her another glass of water, "don't worry, a high school classmate who heard about our family's situation said that he wanted to see the inventory in the warehouse, and maybe he could help solve some of the problems. .You continue to rest."

Tang Lu lay back suspiciously. She knew a few of her son's friends and classmates, and some of them were really good children.

An accident happened to the Liu family, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered. It is rare for someone like Chen Qiao to have friendship. If he hadn't supported himself, the family would have been emptied before his son understood the accounts.

Under such circumstances, there was another little girl who gave 20 yuan. If it wasn't for the brat's repeated promises, she would almost have taken that pretty girl as her daughter-in-law.

In addition, there are friends who come from thousands of miles to help with the funeral, which can be regarded as a rare warmth in difficult days.

Which one is it today?

Liu Yutang took the laptop to the study, opened the form and showed Zong Jing the accounts after the warehouse inventory, "It's all here, you can take a look. Although I haven't seen you for many years, but when you come to the door, I will be cheeky." Please, if you really have a connection, please help me."

Zong Jing must not have come to the house for no reason. The Liu family is well-known in the city. The workers' demonstrations for wages were also in the news before, and the students knew a lot about it.

Zong Jing glanced at him unexpectedly, this behavior was different from what he remembered.

At that time, the young man with white lotus flowers swaying in the wind and the bright moon shining above his head would bow his head and beg for help when he grew up.

Not only will she ask for help, but she will also ask for it in a smooth and natural way, neither humble nor overbearing.

Of all the stupid looks she couldn't react to in the living room just now, which one is real?

Liu Yutang didn't pay attention to his expression, dragged the mouse to flip through Excel page by page, and asked casually between introducing things, "It seems that I haven't seen him since I graduated from high school. What city are you in?"

That's a really sad question.

There is a seven-year error in the memory of the two people. It is foreseeable that there will be more than one such sad problem in the future.

Zong Jing refused to answer, quickly read the category names, and directly scrolled to the last page to see the total price, which was less than 50 yuan.

Coupled with the price of the villa, the loss inside and outside the house may be less than 400 million.

The little hammer in his heart knocked down, and the weight that life could bear, then it was a happy decision.

"I have a studio for interior design, with a professional construction team. You are all building materials for decorating model houses. We can use them, but the studio is not mine alone. I can't use public affairs for personal gain. I need to discuss it with my colleagues."

Liu Yutang's eyes lit up, because the types of goods were too complicated, and there were not too many of each kind. At that time, many of Liu Ang's imports were high-priced imported goods. In third-tier cities like Q City, it was not easy to sell them. No matter how much Zong Jing helps, he will remember this feeling.

Zong Jing was dazzled by his sudden bright smile, couldn't help swallowing, and awkwardly clenched his fists against his mouth and coughed twice, "That was the first point just now, and if you have a house like you Have you done a property appraisal?"

Liu Yu Tang Kuang nodded. The first point helped to solve the backlog of goods. What about the second point?

So, the white moonlight in memory is an illusion, right?Or is it an illusion that the tail of the fritters behind him is wagging wildly?

"Let me have a look." As soon as Zong Jing finished speaking, Liu Yutang jumped up and ran out like a rocket behind his buttocks, and couldn't help but cover his eyes again. Feeling frustrated and boring.

So, I'm just a superficial guy who looks at faces?

To be serious, this guy is not more beautiful than those dangling fresh meat on TV?

Amitabha, the pink skeleton, the white bones and flesh, all dharmas and emptiness, all are illusory.