back to innocence

That morning, Fei Yizhen and his exclusive editor Mo Yao were making an appointment to meet at the most beautiful, sweetest dessert shop in the city that would tempt young men and women to degenerate and get fat.

As a result, only 3 minutes after ordering a pudding, Fei Yizhen's phone rang.He opened the text message and found that he had received a joke text message: "In my whole life, I studied literature at the beginning, but failed for three years; later, I practiced martial arts, and I was shot at the school. Write a good prescription, take it, and die."

Mo Yao took a look and said with a smile: "This person is really unfortunate."

Fei Yi replied with a real smile: "It's a pity. Maybe if you work harder, you will find what he is really good at."

Mo Yao asked, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Fei Yizhen's life clearly resonates with the unknown person on the text message.

He loved comics at a young age and vowed to become a cartoonist.Later, I learned sketching, and my interest gradually turned to oil painting.It's rare to really like it, but it is judged by the teacher that it is not talented enough, only has craftsmanship but no aura.In a fit of rage, he transferred to study music angrily, but he lost interest after only persisting for two months.

When he was in college, he studied finance, and his grades were good, but after graduation, he found that this industry is extremely difficult, and no amount of high salary can soothe his heart that was paled by staying up late, so he graduated within three months. I went back to school to study design.

The design work is the longest he has done, a total of two years and three months.

At this time, a fantasy novel he wrote casually because of loneliness, emptiness and coldness was picked up by his buddy in college, Mo Yao, who was working as an editor in a big publishing house.Relying on the nepotism of both the boss and the editor-in-chief with him—note: a lifelong bad friend—his story was published.And I don't know if it's because he was born with this talent or just caught up with the booming time of this subject, Fei Yizhen became famous overnight.

The days of fame are sweet and bitter.The sweet thing is that with the royalties earned from the novel, he decisively abandoned the work that he had been doing absent-mindedly.The painful thing is that from then on, my dear classmate Mo Yao turned into a madman, who oppressed and abused him inhumanely.

"I think I'm not as miserable as this Wumingshi?" Fei Yizhen retorted.

Mo Yao waved her hand: "If it wasn't for this young lady's insight, how could you turn over overnight?"

Fei Yizhen rolled his eyes: "Don't keep putting money on yourself, okay? Since I have written a story, I will definitely submit it. Anyone will find out that I really wrote it well? Do you think that no one else can find out except you? Is it a good story?"

Mo Yao puffed her cheeks and said, "At least I won this amount of circulation for you, and your story can sell such a volume, okay?"

Fei Yizhen sighed: "Although I can't bear to expose your only remaining reason for self-comfort. But...it is your immediate superior, Comrade Qi Wentang, who makes the decision on the circulation. And the book's popularity should be attributed to my writing, okay?" "

Mo Yao gritted her teeth: "Why can't you bear to expose it!?"

Fei Yi said innocently: "Actually, that's a social term."

Mo Yao gritted her teeth.

Fei Yizhen asked, "Are there any recent arrangements?"

"What arrangement?"

Fei Yizhen replied: "Arrange activities or travel arrangements. I always feel that I haven't gone out for a long time, and I feel that my thoughts have begun to stagnate."

"Traveling..." Mo Yao propped her chin with her hands, leaned on the glass round table, and said, "It really feels like I haven't gone out for a long time. I really want to go to Italy, I want to go to Florence, I want to see contemporary art exhibitions, I want to Drink red wine and eat T-bone steak. I really want to go."

She thought about it, and then said to Fei Yizhen: "Yizhen, I will accompany you to Italy to collect materials. Florence is a good place, and you will definitely get a lot of inspiration when you walk on the old bridge..."

Fei Yizhen supported his head with one hand, playing with a disposable spoon with the other, and said, "I don't care, but do you have time? Traveling to Europe is time-consuming, or do you want to eat a steak and come back?"

He added: "I think it may not be as delicious as you imagined."

Mo Yao immediately threw herself on the table: "You poked my sore foot again."

Mo Yao is currently in charge of a story magazine that sells well in China. This magazine is published fortnightly. She only needs to sneak out for a week to make the magazine open.Want to travel to Italy?I guess I have to wait.

Mo Yao said: "By the way, what do you think we are working so hard to make money? We have no time to travel and enjoy life."

Fei Yi smiled and said, "Don't include me."

Mo Yao said bitterly: "Damn it!"

She thought for a while, then laughed again: "But even if you have money and leisure, it's useless. If you don't even have a partner, what's the use of having money?"

Fei Yizhen said: "You are not alone, you are still talking about me."

Mo Yao took a sip of the juice and said, "To be honest, Yizhen, now that you have money and fame, don't you have any plans? For example, buy a yacht, a villa or something. You will be locked up all day long. Is it interesting to be in that small house the size of a palm?"

Fei Yizhen said: "Yaoyao, you are so vulgar, too vulgar."

"I hit you!"

"What villa should I buy? Next, I decided to write a great novel like "The Count of Monte Cristo", and then just follow his example and use the royalties to buy a castle for fun—this is the ultimate in life."

Mo Yao snorted: "Just blow it up."

Fei Yizhen said: "I'm serious."

Mo Yao sneered: "Do you want to write an article like "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Or buy a castle?"

"Write a beautiful story and make it come true." Fei Yizhen replied.

Mo Yao asked, "What kind of story?"

"Not ready yet."

Mo Yao stretched out her hand and pinched his face.

Fei Yizhen touched his cheek, and said, "Is your attack serious!?"

Mo Yao said, "Do you want to try pinching without severity?"

"Don't make me do it to women!"

Mo Yao said: "Forget it, I won't quarrel with you. I'll tell you something serious. Qi Wentang gave you time to go to his place. He has something to ask you."

Fei Yi was really surprised: "Why didn't he leave a message on my QQ?"

"You should ask him why he didn't call your phone - how many days has your phone been off?"

Fei Yizhen shrugged: "Didn't you call me on the weekend?"

"But your phone has never been turned on since that day."

Fei Yizhen said: "I haven't seen it since that day. It's really a sad story."

Mo Yao kneaded her temples: "Did it run away from home?"

Fei Yizhen replied solemnly: "For the time being, there is no sign of being kidnapped, and no blackmail calls have been connected."

Mo Yao: "Can you change your habit of forgetting things!?"

"You have to believe that this is actually a test given to me by God."

Mo Yao cursed: "Why don't you lose your QQ account!?"

Fei Yizhen was really helpless this time, and reminded: "Yaoyao, if such a human tragedy happens, you really will never be able to contact me again."

Mo Yao was immediately defeated by him.

Fei Yizhen finally stopped making jokes for the time being, and asked, "What did Wen Tang want from me? Since I've already sent the message through you, why didn't I also pass on the specifics."

Mo Yao said seriously: "He has to say this matter in person, it's not suitable for me to convey it - you should go there in the afternoon."

Fei Yizhen shrugged: "Tsk, it's mysterious."

Mo Yao bit the straw, feeling that Fei Yizhen was really heartless sometimes.

If this continues, there will be times when he will cry.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

When we arrived at the publishing house, the door of Qi Wentang's office was indeed ajar.Fei Yizhen formally knocked on the door, and when he heard Qi Wentang say "come in", he pushed the door open and asked.

When Qi Wentang saw it was him, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Well... something happened."

Then he took out a red invitation card, put it on the table, and said, "This is for you."

Fei Yizhen walked to the table and stretched out his hand to get the invitation card, but unexpectedly, Qi Wentang grabbed the palm of his hand and said, "Yizhen—"

Fei Yizhen gave him a blank smile: "Huh?"

Qi Wentang said: "...be careful in the future."

Then he let go.

Take care of yourself?How can you not take care?

Fei Yizhen picked up the invitation card, and found that the content on it was the same as he had guessed—it was just that Mr. Qi Wentang was going to tie the knot with Miss XX somewhere on a certain day in a certain year.

He lowered his head and said to Qi Wentang, "Don't make such an expression, it's obviously a happy event, why do you look unhappy?"

Qi Wentang showed a slightly bitter smile: "I'm not unhappy...I'm about to marry my favorite girl in the world, why am I unhappy?"

Fei Yizhen said: "This is very good. Marrying a girl you like at the right time is a model of a successful life-you are a big winner in life, what is there to be dissatisfied with?"

Qi Wentang said: "But success does not necessarily equal happiness,"

Fei Yizhen had a half-smile, and said, "However, a life of failure will most likely equal misfortune."

Qi Wentang nodded: "I think I should be the first to bring you the invitation. Yizhen, I need your blessing and affirmation, otherwise I always feel that there is a place in my heart that is always hesitant."

Fei Yizhen said: "Mr. Qi Wentang, I, Fei Yizhen, am here to bless and affirm you: you have planted the seeds of happiness, and now is the time to reap them. I wish you and your wife a happy marriage for a hundred years, Have a happy life and leave no regrets.”

Qi Wentang said, "Yes."

Qi Wentang's wedding was held at the Mosark Hotel, and the third to fourth floors were all booked out. The third floor was for friends and clients of his parents, and the fourth floor was a party in the form of a buffet reception.

As the groom, Qi Wentang will take the wedding vows on the fourth floor first, and then go to the third floor to toast and entertain the guests.

As the groom, Qi Wentang was wearing a snow-white suit. Although his hairstyle had only subtle changes in a few details, it made him extremely energetic.

Fei Yizhen met him at the entrance of the elevator on the fourth floor, and Qi Wentang was surrounded by many people, so Fei Yizhen just smiled and nodded at him, and passed by.

Together with Mo Yao, he found a random table on the fourth floor and sat down.Unlike him who always lives in seclusion, Mo Yao is an important editor-in-chief, so from time to time someone will come to say hello, and occasionally have a few words with him by the way.

Until the wedding was about to begin, Qi Wentang walked over through the crowd alone.

Seeing him coming, Mo Yao greeted him, then went to grab a plate to look for food with a wink, leaving Fei Yizhen to talk to him alone.

Qi Wentang said, "Yizhen, thank you for coming to my wedding."

Fei Yi really smiled: "So seriously, it seems like I shouldn't have come."

Qi Wentang suddenly put away his smile, fell silent for a while, and said, "I really thought about it, maybe you won't come. If you don't come to participate, I might be very disappointed."

Fei Yizhen said, "Why didn't I come?"

Qi Wentang said, "Can you shake my hand, Yizhen? I feel like I haven't shaken your hand since I never came."

Fei Yizhen was stunned, and then murmured: "I'm just not used to physical contact with people."

Qi Wentang insisted: "Can I make an exception once?"

He stretched out a hand.

Fei Yizhen paused for a moment, and held that hand.

His palms were cold, but stained with sweat.

They turned out to be the same.

Fei Yizhen said, "Qi Wentang—"

Qi Wentang waited for his follow-up.

Fei Yizhen smiled hard and said, "I wish you and your sister-in-law... a happy marriage for a hundred years."

The wedding march sounded in the hall, and the specially invited priest walked to the small stage, and the sound amplification equipment transmitted his voice to every corner of the third and fourth floors.

The priest asked: "Mr. Qi Wentang, are you willing to marry Ms. Tang Qingqing, live with her according to the admonition of the Bible, become one with her before God, love her, comfort her, respect her, protect her, like You love yourself the same. In sickness or in health, in wealth or in poverty, remain true to her till the end of this world?"

Qi Wentang replied: "I am willing."

The priest asked again: "Miss Tang Qingqing, are you willing to marry Mr. Qi Wentang as a wife, live with him according to the teachings of the Bible, become one with him before God, love him, comfort him, respect him, and protect him?" , as you love yourself. In sickness or in health, in wealth or in poverty, remain true to Him till the end of this world?"

The young woman in a white and beautiful wedding dress showed a sweet and happy smile behind her veil, and replied: "Yes, I would."

The wedding march resounded melodiously.The voices of young men and women echoed in the auditorium, and they swore: "Where you go, I will go too. Where you stay, I will stay there too. Your country is my country, and your God is my God. "

—Where you go, I will go there too.You stay there, and I stay there.Your kingdom is my kingdom, and your God is my God.

Fei Yizhen felt from the bottom of his heart that this is really an extremely beautiful oath.

Hand in hand, life and death are shared.