Xingchuan

In December, Linjiang, just after the light snow solar term.

In the past two days, Ling Yi had a severe cold. He took half a day off in the morning, and as soon as he went out in the afternoon, he received a call from the designer who brought him.

"How's your rest going?"

"It's much better," he took away the phone, coughed twice in a low voice, "I'll be at the company soon."

"That's just right, come to the scene with me directly. Dijing Phase II, bring good things. I've been chatting with this client for several days, and I'm free this afternoon. Let's be ahead of Risheng!"

Dijing is one of the most high-end communities in Linjiang City. It has a special affiliated primary school and a general hospital just across the street.Ling Yi made an appointment with her boss to meet at Nanmen in half an hour, and hung up the phone to transfer to the subway.

There is no time to go back to the company to print the floor plan, but fortunately, he has a pen, a drawing board and a range gun with him.

This is the case with the home improvement industry.Due to the fierce competition, it is common to go out to work temporarily, and it is common for several companies to be eyeing the same piece of cake. We can only race against time to grab business.

The design studio that pays Ling Yi's salary is called Yijing, and there are not many people. There are two design directors, four scheme designers, and a dozen assistants and interns.Ling Yi, who has been employed for less than half a year, is of course only an assistant, and is still in the probationary period. She is expected to become a full-time employee next month, with a monthly salary of [-].

Because of his criminal record, he changed five jobs in the past two years, each of which did not last six months.This one is the closest, so it is also the most cherished.Five months into his employment, he only took eight hours of sick leave in total. The first four hours were for the entry medical examination, and the last four hours were this morning.

Half an hour later, the south gate of Emperor View Phase II.

The boss, Jiang Hao, came by car, but the security here is strict, and unfamiliar cars are not allowed to enter.He parked the car on the side of the road, and after registering in, he threw a tantrum at Ling Yi: "Where rich people live, dogs are louder than other places, even a poor security guard dares to think he is a master."

Ling Yi smiled and said nothing.

After he was released from prison, he has been cautious in his words and deeds no matter in life or work, and his unsuspecting colleagues all regarded him as introverted.In terms of qualifications, Ling Yi is not as good as Jiang Hao, and he has to be called the manager of the other party in the company.But in terms of age, the two are actually only three months apart, and they are still Ling Yida.Just because of this, Jiang Hao looked down on him even more, thinking that he was wasting his years and doing nothing.

"This client had a good chat with me. Don't think it's a small order. It's not easy to get into Dijing. The number of times I come, we can get to know each other well, and I'm afraid that there will be no business in the future. ?”

"Hmm." Through the garden, there was a biting cold wind blowing head-on.Ling Yi responded softly, while wrapping her thin jacket tightly.

After walking for a few more minutes, the two stopped in front of a tall building in the quietest corner of the community.

Jiang Hao straightened his clothes and pants, wiped his temples, and pressed a certain house number.After the pleasant music, a female voice asked, "Who is that?"

It must have been the hostess.

"Hello, hello, I'm Jiang Hao from Yijing Studio, I'm here to help you measure the room." He raised his hand to look at his watch, it was exactly two o'clock, neither too early nor too late.

After three seconds, the door opened.

While waiting for the elevator, the thin figure reflected by the elevator door lowered his head slightly, coughing in a low voice while tightening the tool bag.Jiang Hao pressed down on the floor, leaned against the wall and glanced at Ling Yi, "Are you really sick? With such a pale face, don't faint at the client's house for a while."

A harmless joke.Ling Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied wittily, "I'll put the mask on."

He carried a mask with him, in his coat pocket.

"Tell me earlier," Jiang Hao turned his head to pat his own cheek, "The client has children, so he should be more careful."

Ling Yi nodded slightly, took out the mask and put it on.

In an area where every inch of land is expensive, there is only one household per ladder.On the eighth floor, Jiang Hao was about to knock on the door, but the door opened by itself.A woman in her forties was carrying a huge backpack in the entrance. She looked up and saw them, and said, "Come to measure the room. Mr. Li is inside. Come in. You need overshoe covers. I just wiped the floor."

There are cleaning words on the backpack, and it sounds like a skilled worker.Jiang Hao said "excuse me" and went in with his shoe covers on.

Rich people have many rules, and it is inconvenient for the two of them to act rashly.Close the door, there is the sound of cartoons in the living room.Ling Yi couldn't stop coughing again, and even though she was wearing a mask, she still turned around and faced the door, covering her mouth and nose.

There was a series of footsteps behind him, followed by a slight pain in his thigh, and something bumped into him.

"Ouch—" Tong Zhi's voice was so tender that water could be squeezed out.

He turned around in astonishment, and saw a little boy sitting on the ground, rubbing his forehead with one hand.Before he could react, Jiang Hao had already leaned over and helped the boy up with both hands, "Are you all right, kid? Did it hurt?"

The boy straightened up. He was less than one meter tall, and looked only three or four years old.He muttered "I'm sorry", rolled his dark eyeballs, and looked at the two people in front of him without the slightest timidity.

He knows how to say sorry when he bumps into someone, he is a polite child.Ling Yi bent down to pick up the car model, and handed it to him with a smile, "Here."

"Who are you looking for?" He hugged the car in his arms before making amends, "Oh, thank you uncle."

The tutoring is really strict.

"We are looking for you..." Ling Yi paused, not sure, Jiang Hao answered confidently: "Looking for your father, is he at home?"

"My dad, he's here." The child put the model on the floor, playing with the remote control and raising his voice, "Dad——Dad, come quickly! Dad——!"

"coming."

Maybe it was because he had passed through more than one door, or maybe it was because the distance was too far, Ling Yi thought the voice was familiar, but he couldn't hear it very clearly.

But just this little detail of familiarity is enough to make people feel slightly shocked.It's like a long-lasting tape. You think it is old and out of date, but you can sing every sentence when you put it on casually.

His peripheral nerves were burning with pain.

"Manager, what's the client's name?"

Jiang Hao frowned slightly, and clicked his tongue: "Isn't it on the floor plan? You really don't do any homework, and everything is waiting for me to tell you. Remember, the customer's last name—"

Before the words were broken, there were already footsteps.

Ling Yi turned her head, her eyelids trembling slightly.He saw the owner of the house come into view.

For a moment, he thought that he had hallucinations, or that his brain was completely burnt out, and that's why he saw this person in a place other than the dream.

It's Xingchuan, Li Xingchuan.

Close at hand, you can never go wrong.

But how...how could it be him?

Ling Yi subconsciously wanted to escape, but her feet were nailed in place, unable to move her whole body.

"Sorry, I got a call."

Li Xingchuan said sorry, but his tone was calm, without any sincere apology.He is wearing a dark gray cardigan hoodie, a white T-shirt inside, cotton and linen trousers with laces underneath, and black leather slippers covering his bare feet, with a mature temperament and a casual style.

Ling Yi lowered her head before he recognized herself.

When the name Li Xingchuan was mentioned in the Civil Engineering Department of Linda University back then, a handsome and calm face would appear in everyone's mind.I haven't seen him for many years, he hasn't changed at all, but I am completely different, and I can't recognize it is normal.

"Hello, Mr. Li, I'm Jiang Hao who contacted you on the phone, didn't I disturb your rest?"

The people around him greeted him with a happy face and shook hands enthusiastically. Ling Yi held back the trembling in his heart, followed slowly, and stood silently behind his boss.

Below the line of sight, a well-articulated right hand stretched out, and lightly shook it, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, why don't we hurry up and start? I am here today mainly to talk to you about you..."

The two gradually drifted away, and Ling Yi listened to the vaguely low voice and looked at Li Xingchuan's back from a distance that was not too far away.

Five years have passed, and he remains tall and straight. His loose hoodie can't cover his thin waist, his legs are still as long and straight as a pen, and his habit of not wearing socks has not changed. He walks slowly.

Whether time is biased or not, Li Xingchuan was forced to stay in the long river of time, because of his perfection, he couldn't bear to do more sculpting.On the other hand, Ling Yi himself has rarely seen the sun for many years, his skin is so pale that blood vessels appear, his eyes are sluggish and his expression is hesitant, he is not as delicate and determined as he used to be.

"By the way, this is my assistant." Jiang Hao suddenly realized that there was another person, and pointed back, "He came to measure the room for me."

Li Xingchuan didn't look back, he just hummed.

He has always been like this, he will not waste a minute or a second on people or things he is not interested in.

As soon as he walked to the door of the bedroom, his feet covered with blue disposable shoe covers bumped into the model car, and Ling Yi stopped immediately.

The little boy rushed over to pick it up like a cute puppy.Li Xingchuan paused, turned his face to the side, and said in a low voice, "How many times have I said that the car depends on the person."

The model seemed to have a mighty force, and Ling Yi's body was shaken by the collision, and his drowsy head almost fell to the floor.Seeing Li Xingchuan just now was so unexpected that he completely forgot about the kid he saw when he entered the door.

What did the kid wake up Chuan at that time...

dad?

After picking up the car, the little boy raised his head and blinked cleverly at Ling Yi, "Uncle, I'm sorry, did it hurt you?"

Like his father, the apology was perfunctory.After finishing speaking, he plunged into his father's arms, hugged his legs and acted like a baby, "Dad, the remote control is broken, you can buy me another one."

Ling Yi saw Li Xingchuan holding his son's head and turning around, "Let's play on the side."

He couldn't help staring at the child.

You don't need to look at Xingchuan's face, it's engraved in your mind long ago, because you revisit it from time to time in the past five years, and the memory has not faded, but has become fresher with time.As for this kid...

Single eyelid, shallow outline, slightly raised lips, nothing like Xingchuan, even his demeanor is quite different.

But he woke up Chuan's father.

On the one hand, Ling Yi thought it was impossible, but on the other hand, she felt that anything could happen in five years.Maybe the child is more like his mother, or maybe Li Xingchuan has really put aside the past after they separated.

People stuck in the past seem to have only——

"Ling Yi, Ling Yi!"

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