Mu Chen

140. Reunion

On March [-]th, Yu Yong received a call from Muchen again, "Xiaoyong, I'm sorry. Brother is going to break his promise again. I probably won't be able to go back before September, but I promise you that I will definitely go back in September."

Yu Yong was worried, "Brother, did something happen? Are you not injured or sick?"

Muchen chuckled, "No, I'm fine. Originally, I planned to stay here for another three months before returning to China for the last period, but the continuous heavy rain here caused floods. I want to stay, not just to treat patients, I am more professional in public health, and I have to stay here for post-disaster reconstruction. The construction of public facilities there is not a matter of a day or two. I think about it and work here for two years."

Yu Yong, "...um."

Muchen, "We will gather right away, and we may not be able to call you for a while, don't worry, there is no problem with safety here, even life is much better than in Africa, sorry Xiaoyong, don't worry, I don't Something will happen."

Yu Yong, "Brother, you must come back, I have a lot to say to you."

Muchen, "Okay."

Sure enough, as Mu Chen said, he didn't believe it for more than two months. Whenever Yu Yong had free time, he would search the Internet for reports about the floods in Pakistan, and then translate them with translation software. He often felt dizzy.

In the end, he had no choice but to call Ding Bowen. He knew that Ding Bowen and the others would definitely pay attention to these news.

Sure enough, Ding Bowen laughed when he heard that he was tortured by the foreign language.

"Don't worry about Xiaoyong, I've been watching it all the time, and I haven't seen a report of a doctor's death or injury, and the contact person Mu Chen filled in at the time was Aning. If there is anything, he will have news as soon as possible. If there is no news now, isn't it? Good news?"

Yu Yong touched his nose, "Oh, brother Bowen, if you have any letter, you must tell me."

Ding Bowen, "No problem."

Ding Bowen's calm attitude comforted Yu Yong. He closed the foreign language page that he couldn't understand a few words. While regretting that he didn't learn English well, he also regretted that Gu Ning became Mu Chen's contact person because his head was flooded. .

Either way, his worries were useless.

This feeling of powerlessness was bad, and he could only try to put it aside as much as possible.

Just do your own thing and let him have no worries in the future.

Until the end of August, Mu Chen had very few phone calls, and the signal was not good, and he often couldn't speak for a long time when he was connected.

From anxiety to numbness, Yu Yong forced himself not to think about it. Only when he saw the calendar turning over day by day would he feel at ease.

September [-]nd was an ordinary Friday, at four o'clock in the afternoon Yu Yong was looking at a statement when the phone rang,

"Xiaoyong, I'm in France now, and I'm done with work here. I'll get an air ticket tonight and I'll be able to go to city F tomorrow. I've agreed with my brother to stay at Uncle Cheng's place for a few days, and then I'll go back to city N when I turn back. You see Come over when you have time."

Yu Yong's voice rose, "Really? That's great! I'm going to City F tomorrow too, brother, what time will you arrive?"

Muchen smiled, "If it's not later, it will be around ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Yu Yong, "Okay, okay, I'll book the ticket now, see you at the airport tomorrow morning."

Muchen smiled, "Okay."

After putting down the phone, Yu Yong smirked for a long time, then hurriedly booked the ticket, and then smiled again after booking the ticket.

It took a while to hold back, and quickly deal with the matter at hand.

A year ago, he bought two storefronts in Yangzhuang's New Commercial Street as the company's office, and moved out of the two office buildings he rented.

Yangzhuang has developed rapidly in the past two years, and many buildings have been erected. Naturally, the building materials city has also risen with the tide. This year, a large amount of rent has been recorded in the account, and there is a net profit of 300 million a year.

The most important thing is that the land price is still rising, and he doesn't need to invest in this property anymore. With Zhang Qiang here, he hired two people to take care of the daily work, and the management is usually very good.

Now in his company, Zhang Jie, Wang Lei, Fang Xinming and other brothers are divided into divisions, and they are very effective. Besides the salary he pays, they also have some small income. Yu Yong knows these channels, and he has clearly stated that as long as it does not affect the business, these are all available. belong to them.

In fact, these are not small numbers, and although Yu Yong's stall is getting bigger and bigger, this income will be even more impressive.

However, Zhang Qiang, as his most reliable assistant, did not have these. Therefore, in addition to adjusting Zhang Qiang's salary several times in the past two years, he also had the highest year-end bonus.

The two brothers had already bought a house in City Y, Wang Hui picked it, a small high-rise with two households on one floor, door to door.

Looking at his watch, Yu Yong told Zhang Qiang what he was doing, and drove home in a hurry.

The car is still the Passat. In fact, the company now has two cars for going out, but he is still used to driving this one.Over time, this has become his trademark.

Everyone knows that Boss Yu is rich but very low-key, and the cars he drives are not as good as those of his employees.

Yu Yong also laughed when he heard it, this is the result of his hard work.

If he was still a small businessman, everyone would say that he was too weak to drive a good car. Now that he is capable, people would say that he is frugal, low-key and has a personality.

Just like the relationship between him and Muchen was further made public because of Shui Siyuan, how many people laughed at him at that time, but now he has been driving this car, talking about Muchen with no one shy away, I can't get used to it There are many people, but more people are getting used to it, at least knowing that he is serious.

When I got home, I went to the first floor to say hello to Lin Lan, "I'm on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll be away for seven or eight days. What's the matter with you? Do you want to buy anything at home?"

Lin Lan looked at Aunt Wang, and Aunt Wang shook her head, "Rice, noodles, oil, and meat are also available. We just buy a la carte. We just buy it when we go out every day. There is nothing short of it."

Yu Yong nodded, sat for a while and went upstairs.

Aunt Wang's daughter is pregnant this year. She originally planned to quit her job to take care of her daughter, but the young couple has never bought a house by themselves and lives with their in-laws. convenient.

The daughter was still at work, so she was asked to wait until she was born to help her mother-in-law take care of the confinement. Aunt Wang could only agree although she was worried.

The young couple is located in a second-tier city, and they are both ordinary wage earners. Buying a house is not an easy task. She does not quit this job because she wants to give her daughter more.

After going upstairs, I simply cooked a bowl of noodles for myself.

Since the drugging incident, he has never eaten on the first floor, nor has he called his mother again.

After eating, he took out his backpack and filled it with a few clothes. Finally, he put in a few real estate certificates and a bank card, washed up, and went to bed.

He has been on a strict schedule for the past two years.

Even if he couldn't sleep, he would close his eyes. Tomorrow morning, he had to get up at six o'clock to go to the airport.

I didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, but I still woke up at six o'clock on time.After washing up, I went out to eat breakfast, and then took a taxi to the airport. It went smoothly, the plane was not delayed, and I arrived in F City at [-]:[-].

After leaving the station, he turned to another arrival hall. It was just ten o'clock, and he had seen the signs, and Mu Chen's flight was not delayed.So in half an hour they can meet again?

Another unreal feeling rose in Yu Yong's heart.

Their parting is still vivid in his memory. Are those indifference and phone calls real? This kind of unreality made him feel uneasy, and this uneasiness became more and more intense as time passed.

As soon as Muchen came out with his luggage, he saw a man like a javelin, with a black T-shirt, black trousers and black sunglasses, tall and handsome, handsome and striking.

Mu Chen stepped forward quickly, but Yu Yong didn't take a step forward until Mu Chen stood in front of him and smiled, "What's the matter? I don't know you anymore, but I saw you right away."

Yu Yong didn't speak, but the person in front of him was smiling, but he was so thin and dry, not only his temples were mottled, his skin was dull, his wrinkles were even more obvious, and he was no longer as delicate as before.

It is the eyes, even if they are full of smiles, it is difficult to hide the vicissitudes of life.

Yu Yong couldn't speak, he could only hold him tightly in his arms.

Muchen felt his stiffness, and gently stroked his back with both hands, "Baby, I'm back."

His answer was stronger arms, Mu Chen patted him with a smile, "Let go, I'm going to be strangled to death by you."

Yu Yong let go, grabbed his luggage and pushed it out, Mu Chen walked beside him easily, "How long have you been here?"

Yu Yong didn't speak, just put his hand on his shoulder to wrap his arms around him.

Muchen felt the hand pinching his shoulder very hard, looked sideways at Yu Yong, a drop of water was falling from the cool Heichao.

He turned his eyes and pretended not to notice, but more distress and guilt welled up in his heart.

When he got in the taxi, Yu Yong didn't say a word, he just held one of his hands tightly in his own, just like what Mu Chen had done countless times in the past, gentle and firm.

Mu Chen felt sour in his heart, and held him tightly.

In September, the city of F was scorching hot. Even though the car was equipped with air-conditioning, the palms of both of them were sweating for a while, but they didn't let go of it as if they didn't notice it.

As soon as he got off the taxi at home, Jiang Cheng greeted him, hugged Mu Chen, his voice was a little choked, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, Chenchen, why are you so thin, why do you have white hair? "

Mu Chen smiled, "Uncle Cheng, isn't it popular to be thin now, don't you think I'm getting more and more handsome?"

While they were talking, Yu Yong silently took down his luggage and paid the fare. Jiang Cheng saw him now, and he wiped the corner of his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Uncle Cheng is really old, old. Come in the house, let the sun shine outside." .”

The three entered the room together, and Yu Yong saw a rattan sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the door, and a cup of tea on the small table next to it. It was obvious that Jiang Cheng had been waiting for them here all along.

After entering the room, Mu Chen sighed comfortably, "It's too cool, the air conditioner is a good friend of human beings."

Jiang Cheng was amused by him and laughed, "You haven't turned on the air conditioner outside? The operating room should have air conditioner, right?"

Muchen also laughed, "Don't mention it, every day when I wake up, there is a wet human mark on the mat. This is still Pakistan. It's so hot in Africa that even if I drink water, I feel like I'm going to be poisoned by water."

Seeing the solemn expressions of those two people, Yu Yong stopped putting his sunglasses on, and Mu Chen laughed, "Uncle Cheng, I'll go up to take a shower first, and it's all rotten after sitting there all night. I still have my clothes, right?" I won’t open the box.” Saying that, he rushed upstairs.

Yu Yong saw that Jiang Cheng didn't speak, Jiang Cheng coughed, "You should go wash up too, it's such a hot day. But don't dawdle, the meal I ordered is coming soon."

Yu Yong, "..."