Salted Fish Doesn't Want To Work Hard Anymore

There will be other thoughts, but now I feel that it is not a big deal, "Those singing and dancing resources are not suitable for me, and the effect is not as good as you."

"But……"

"It's all right. If Hui Yao hadn't pushed me to the bottom, I wouldn't have quit so simply, you say."

What's more, at the time Jing Chuan felt that although he had fought for it, Duan Changke had said it anyway. If it followed the normal course, it might have been Meng Jinyu's in the end.

Fang Lin felt that fate was really miraculous. Even though they were obviously similar, after a slight change, the ending was completely different.

He originally thought that the stumbling block in his vicious past life was just a "love brain" who was cheated and gave back the money. The key point was to treat himself as a friend and apologize to himself. Later, he was tied up in a variety show, and some people even knocked them out. the cp.

But he didn't hate him, even after hearing this now, he didn't even feel that he had too many other thoughts.

"Okay, you go to bed early." Fang Lin didn't intend to think about it, and simply persuaded Meng Jinyu to hang up the phone, "I will come to the next variety show, I will chop vegetables, and I won't say hello."

Meng Jinyu probably wanted to say something at the other end, but was silenced by Fang Lin's blocking, and finally had no choice but to respond resentfully.

Because the car was delivered directly downstairs to his house, Fang Lin gave up on going to Duan Changke's place tonight.

After saying goodbye to Tao Le, Fang Lin sent a message to Duan Changke when he got off the car: "Then I won't be here today."

Duan Changke replied quickly, a few words longer than the usual concise answer.

"Okay, hit the worker."

Fang Lin: "..."

"By the way, do you have time tomorrow?"

Fang Lin gritted his teeth and continued typing, "If you have anything, come with me"

Before sending out the remaining few words, after seeing the previous line, the other party called.

"Your boss said he was free." Duan Changke said concisely.

"Boss, can you stop being so well-informed about your news?" Fang Lin complained in a low voice.

There was a chuckle from the other side, probably because he remembered the bewildered look of the beating workers in today's hot search.

But Fang Lin was taken aback.

The laughter through the receiver was very familiar, like the one he heard in the villa area when he first felt his heartbeat.

"Where are you going?" Duan Changke asked him.

Fang Lin came back to his senses, and he settled his hesitant thoughts: "Accompany me...to see grandma."

Duan Changke came early the next day, and Fang Lin had just woken up when the car was parked downstairs.

This was also the first time Duan Changke entered Fang Lin's house, and it was not as big as the apartment, and it was not so tidy.

Fang Lin didn't want Duan Changke to wait for too long, so he quickly found a coat from the closet and put it on. After hastily washing up, he dragged Duan Changke's hand downstairs: "I said you should be downstairs. I haven't confiscated the house yet..."

"Very good." Duan Changke glanced at the man whose buttons were unbuttoned, pushed him on the seat and unbuttoned him, and commented.

Fang Lin didn't understand what his action meant, and thought that he was going to take off his clothes at any time like the day before, not to mention that there was a driver in front of the car: "What are you doing?!"

After Duan Changke pointed to the buttons of his shirt, Fang Lin put on a face with embarrassment: "Then just say it directly, and startle me."

Duan Changke seemed to be in a good mood after making such a fuss: "Old Wu, drive."

However, they couldn't sense their mood and the weather, and it started to rain lightly before they reached the place.

"Do you want to go back?" Duan Changke asked him, "But there is an umbrella in the car."

It was the one that Fang Lin sneaked out to look for him in the villa area last time.

Fang Lin shook his head: "No need. Let's go, just take a look."

His purpose was very clear. He dragged Duan Changke away. This was a newly built cemetery. Fang Lin led him to a square new tomb silently all the way.

Although he was silent, Fang Lin's appearance was not as gloomy as Duan Changke thought.

The rain was a little lighter, so he asked Duan Changke to put away the umbrella so that he could hook him.

Fang Lin said that he just took a look, which is true.

This tomb is very new, and there are not as many tributes placed on it as in other tombs. Only the flowers that Fang Lin came to place by himself before, are now withered.

"I was in a bad mood at the time, and I knew you wanted to help me." Fang Lin knelt down and touched the photo of the old man with his fingers. "But I still refused, and didn't let others intervene."

Duan Changke stood behind him.

"But now I understand it, even if I have regrets, I have to show you." He turned his head and smiled at Duan Changke, "Isn't it?"

The old man in the photo has his eyes narrowed, his teeth are missing, and his hair has become thinner due to medication, but he still smiles nicely.

"I was a little silly when I participated in that event yesterday, but I also really envy those people who can hold hands openly and generously."

"So I'm going to show you, whether it's hypocritical or ritualistic," Fang Lin said, "If that's the case, let's pretend she knows it too."

"I told her at the time that I would show it to her." As he spoke, he hooked Duan Changke's finger hanging aside.

"En." Duan Changke replied in a deep voice, and under Fang Lin's gaze, bowed to the old man who was smiling kindly in the photo.

"Okay, then we can go." Fang Lin raised his voice, not at all sad, but with a bit of transparent relief.

Duan Changke stood behind him, looking at him and at the photo.

"Mr. Duan," Fang Lin stood up. He was still not used to being called by his full name directly. He grabbed a handful of water-stained hair and said to him, "It's raining again."

The cemetery is in a very good location, with the woods behind it. If it is spring, it should look lush.

But now it's almost winter, the trees are less vibrant, and the rain is more astringent.

"Ah."

Duan Changke responded in a low voice.

"Okay." Fang Lin stood next to him and opened the black umbrella. Because he was shorter than Duan Changke, he needed to raise his hands a little higher so that they would not get wet from the rain.

Duan Changke grabbed his hand holding the umbrella. The palm was dry but the pads were warm. She took it for him, and put the other hand around him, letting Fang Lin put it back in his pocket.

"Let's go." Fang Lin tugged on his sleeve and said.

Duan Changke held an umbrella and said "OK".

Fang Lin looked back at the scene for the last time.

Those thoughts that once gave birth to confused emotions have become illusory, and holding my hand is warm.

he thinks.

He may never know if the trees love the rain.

But he knew he was always loved.

Fall on the photo, hold in the palm of your hand.