bullets and roses

The moment Luo Muxiao opened his eyes, Gong Yuyang stood up abruptly, and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, the temperature had already dropped a lot, and his face was a little bloody.

Luo Mu Xiao slowly realized that he seemed to be hospitalized.

He said with some embarrassment: "Who called you here? I didn't want to trouble you."

Gong Yuyang said angrily: "Uncle and aunt, you can't bother now, who else can you trouble besides me?"

Luo Muxiao's expression froze, and he said "yes".

"Why didn't you tell me about the fever?" Gong Yuyang sighed and helped him sit up halfway. "Fortunately, the fever is not too serious. I bought some porridge. You can have a few sips."

Luo Muxiao also felt a little hungry, so he took the bowl of porridge in Gong Yuyang's hand, stirred it slowly, and then put a spoonful into his mouth, it was as bland as if he hadn't put any salt in it.

Suddenly I couldn't eat any more.

He sighed, stirred a few more times, and asked guiltyly: "Did the doctor inform you to come?"

"Well." Gong Yuyang's face remained unchanged, "You passed out in the elevator and were discovered by the doctor, so you called me."

Luo Muxiao paused: "Then you saw..." Halfway through speaking, Luo Muxiao suddenly couldn't continue.

What's the matter with him?You have already said such harsh words, why are you still thinking about that person?

"See who?"

"..." Luo Muxiao lowered his eyes and shook his head, "It's nothing."

Gong Yuyang didn't continue to ask, but changed the subject: "I have a friend who is planning to open a studio, and there is a lack of someone to watch the shop there. I remember you learned to draw before, do you want to try it in the past?" ?”

Luo Muxiao was a little listless: "You helped me find a job again?"

"No." Gong Yuyang said helplessly, "If you want to go, you can only go for an interview first, and you should have quite a few competitors. My friend is usually too busy and has no time to take care of it, otherwise he will definitely do it himself I don’t care, so the shopkeepers we recruit must be of a certain level.”

"interview?"

"Yes." Gong Yuyang nodded, "Maybe he will paint on the spot or something. If you want to go, go and have a try."

"Then I want to go." For Luo Muxiao, this kind of job can be regarded as the most suitable job he has encountered since he was looking for a job. There is no physical work, and he can even cultivate artistic sentiment. It is a perfect match with him.

Without saying a word, Gong Yuyang called his friend and made an appointment for an interview next week.Luo Muxiao hurriedly said: "I can do it tomorrow."

"But your fever hasn't gone away."

"I've already retired." Luo Muxiao said, "I want to go to work early."

Go to work earlier, you can fill your life earlier, and let yourself spend less time thinking about someone.

Gong Yuyang glanced at him and sighed: "Okay, then tomorrow."

Luo Muxiao's interview went quite smoothly.

It was a girl who came for the interview, not his boss. It is said that the boss was very busy, so he didn't even have time for the interview.

The girl asked Luo Muxiao to draw a landscape watercolor. Luo Muxiao was quite handy, and the effect of the painting was not bad, so the interviewing girl was also very satisfied, and she made a decision on the spot to let him come to work next week. Luo Muxiao was also very active : "Or I'll come tomorrow."

"Next week." The girl smiled, "We also want to cooperate with you earlier, but don't you need to prepare at home? For example, rent a house?"

The matter of renting a house was put on the agenda so suddenly.

Luo Muxiao also knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to live in Gong Yuyang's house all his life, not even his own brothers.

He had been forgetting about this before, but now he was reminded of it, so he realized it.

This studio is a bit far from the city center, and it's more than half an hour's drive from Gong Yuyang's house. It's really inconvenient if you continue to live.

Luo Muxiao said that the wind is the rain, and he began to search for small advertisements on the street after he came out of the studio, and there were many posted nearby, but most of the calls were intermediaries, not to mention expensive, and not necessarily reliable.

Gong Yuyang called, and he told the truth: "I'm looking for a house."

"Looking for a house? What kind of house are you looking for?" Gong Yuyang's tone was a little unhappy, "I didn't say I would drive you away. Isn't it good for you to live with me?"

Luo Muxiao said: "It's impossible for me to live with you all my life." He sighed, and before Gong Yuyang could speak, he continued, "Besides, this studio is so far away from your home, you have to go back and forth by car every day." It’s too much trouble if there is no traffic jam for many hours. I plan to find a one-bedroom house near the studio, which is convenient and comfortable.”

There was almost no room for rebuttal for the latter reason, Gong Yuyang could only sigh and said, "Okay, then how did you find it?"

"I haven't found a suitable one yet." Luo Muxiao said, "I didn't realize it at all when I lived in a big villa before. It turns out that living the life of an ordinary person is so difficult."

Gong Yuyang laughed: "You are not an ordinary person now."

"Why am I not counted?"

"You have a rich second-generation friend like me, of course you are not an ordinary person."

"..." Luo Muxiao rolled his eyes, "You should show some face."

Luo Muxiao searched all afternoon but couldn't find a suitable one, and was sweating all over. Seeing that the sun was about to set, he didn't continue.After poking and searching the web for a long time on the mobile phone, I finally learned that I had to take the No. 23 road to go back, and I didn't go directly to the door, but I had to walk about a kilometer.

It is estimated that no one will catch the bus in the villa area, so it is very far from the bus station.

Luo Muxiao waited for the bus for a while, he didn't know if it was his illusion, the person sitting in the black Mercedes that passed by just now seemed to be a familiar person.

Luo Mu Xiao Huang looked over intently, staring at the car gradually disappearing into the traffic.

"Not yet, boy?"

The master urged him.

Luo Muxiao hurriedly raised his foot up: "Come on, thank you."

Then he frantically turned on his phone to scan the payment code, looking a little silly.

The driver stared at him for a long time before stepping on the accelerator.

Luo Muxiao's face was flushed with embarrassment, he is already in his 20s, and he can't even ride a bus, it's like a joke to say it.

There was no place in the car, Luo Muxiao could only stand, probably because there were so many people during the rush hour, he was squeezed a little out of breath, and felt that his asthma was about to attack.

After another stop, someone came up, a very strong smell of smoke, Luo Muxiao's face turned pale instantly, he thought he could not take it anymore, his chest was very tight and uncomfortable.

"Is there anything else you want to download?" the driver asked.

"Yes!" Luo Muxiao raised his hand and got out of the car.

He took out the asthma medicine and sprayed it on himself, which made him feel better.The bus swayed slowly out of sight, and Luo Muxiao crouched by the side of the road, suddenly feeling very useless.

Can't even sit on the bus.

If he hadn't been born in the Luo family, he might not even have lived to this age.