sweet kiss bitter summer

Tan Chen's injury was not serious, but he only rested for a week, and when he returned to work, he hadn't fully healed.

When everyone in the office saw Tan Chen coming in on crutches, they were silent at first. When Tan Chen walked into the supervisor's office and asked Team Leader Chen Wu to follow him in to report on the work, the door closed and the room became restless again.

Liang Luo'an did not participate in the discussion, nor did he hear what everyone was talking about.

The conversation sounded like raindrops, but Liang Luoan just opened a gap in the drawer on the workstation, staring blankly at the black umbrella lying quietly inside, his mind involuntarily fell into somewhat chaotic thinking.

It was only two seconds before Tan Chen cast his gaze on him when he entered the door, Liang Luo'an was not unaware of it.

Seeing the shaking eyes and slightly pursed lips, he felt that Tan Chen seemed to have something to say to him, just like in the car on a rainy day a week ago, he had the same expression.

But Liang Luo'an was not quite sure.

Because Tan Chen just looked at him in silence at that time, very reluctantly gentle and kind, then handed him an umbrella and told him not to get wet in the rain.

Compared with that, he left in too hasty, too rude, and too embarrassing.

Liang Luo'an reflected on himself, since Tan Chen came back, every time he behaved in front of Tan Chen was really too bad.

Even if he deeply understands that compared with Tan Chen, he has never been smart enough.

It is said that falling in love will lower people's IQ, but Liang Luo'an found sadly that after being forced to lose love for seven years, facing his former lover again, there will still be an uncontrollable sourness gushing from the bottom of his eyes, which is more difficult than that of an immature Lime is even worse, like a prelude to tears, easily breaking down the barriers of self-deception for years.

And when emotions prevail, the emotional state can easily dominate people to do irrational things.

For example, pretending to be indifferent too much, or easily falling into memories.

In fact, if he could think objectively, Liang Luo'an thought, even if there was no more love between him and Tan Chen, it couldn't be said that there was no affection at all.

Although they were very embarrassed when they broke up, and they hadn't seen each other for seven years, after all, Liang Luo'an had to admit that Tan Chen still occupied a very large proportion of his life so far.

Even if time and experience can balance each other positively and negatively, Liang Luo'an can't obliterate the existence of Tan Chen, every word and deed, even if it's just a look, there will always be an instinctive sense of familiarity.

He and Tan Chen cannot become complete strangers.

But Liang Luo'an thought about it again, not all people in the world who are not strangers are lovers.

They can still be relatives, friends, or just acquaintances, and maintain a less embarrassing relationship between superiors and subordinates.

As long as they want to, there are actually many options.

On this matter, Liang Luo'an realized that Tan Chen was obviously more clear about it, and the problem lay with himself.

I am always timid and have a lot of scruples. In the final analysis, it is because I think too much.

It may be that he is acting affectionately, and regards Tan Chen's daily way of dealing with people as some kind of compensation or a gesture of favor, but in fact it is not the case.

After all, Tan Chen was very polite to everyone, and he didn't treat him differently because he hated him so much.

Maybe Tan Chen doesn't want to care, or maybe he has forgotten.

Liang Luo'an wasn't sure if he should forget it too.

But he did hold some memories too tightly.

Maybe it's time to try a change.

"Brother Liang, Brother Liang?" Li Yun at the next station poked Liang Luo'an's shoulder with his fingers, "Everyone thinks it's okay, do you want to come together?" "...Oh, yes."

Liang Luo'an nodded subconsciously in a daze.

This is one of the self-cultivation of stupid children.

Originally, he was not an independent person, but in order not to do strange and refined things among the crowd, it has become his habit to blindly follow the crowd when asked for opinions.

So when the lunch break was about to end, Liang Luo'an and Li Yun's desks were piled up with a lot of snacks, traditional Chinese medicine tea bags and other skin care products.

There were many young girls in the office, and they wanted to express their condolences to the handsome boss who was injured, so everyone unanimously decided to express the unpretentious love of everyone in the office in this way, and Li Yun and Liang Luo'an would convey it on their behalf.

"Brother Liang, let's take these things over and put them on the coffee table in the tea room."

Li Yun said.

Liang Luo'an looked at the various food bags on the table, and felt his heart pounding, as if retreating, the strings of his body were tensed one after another, making him unable to move.

It's just a show of favor from ordinary colleagues, normal interpersonal communication between adults, Tan Chen is not special, and Liang Luo'an, you are not special either.

Liang Luo'an tried to hypnotize himself in this way.

First pretend to forget, pretend to forget.

Li Yun was holding a few swollen puffed food packages on the table, which had no real weight, but they overflowed from Li Yun's thin arms like butterfly beards, making her look very strenuous.

Just as she took a step forward, the top bag of yam chips slid down with her movement, and Liang Luoan subconsciously reached out to catch it.

"Oh, no, I can't take it."

Li Yun frowned, "Brother Liang, help me get some more."

"Ok."

Liang Luo'an carefully rescued the several packages that looked squeezed and slanted from Li Yun's hands, and hugged them tightly, but just stood there, suddenly feeling a little bit full of energy, and then weakened.

"hurry up."

Li Yun urged him.

Liang Luo'an replied in a low voice, he could not allow himself to "drain three times", so he followed behind Li Yun and walked into the tea room.

Things were piled up on the coffee table, messy and unsightly.

"Oh, no, my sticky note seems to have fallen off."

Li Yun checked the package of one of the chestnut kernels over and over again, and said a little discouraged, "Brother Liang, tidy it up and try to expose everyone's notes. I'm going to find mine."

Hearing Li Yun's words, Liang Luo'an realized dully that there were post-it notes of various colors and shapes pasted on large and small food packages, and there were messages, most of which were wishing Tan Chen a speedy recovery.

After Li Yun went out, Liang Luo'an hesitated, opened her closet, and scanned it with her eyes.

There are many kinds of snacks inside, but unfortunately most of them were unpacked and could not be delivered. There was only a can of canned hawthorn in the corner of the cabinet, which was sent by Liang’s mother a few days ago. Didn't have time to go out.

He took out the canning bottle. The hawthorn was beautiful in color, full of sugar, and bright red.

But Liang Luo'an thought, this might not be a very good gift for Tan Chen.

Because he remembered that Tan Chen's attitude towards Hawthorn was very consistent with his dislike.

In previous winters, when the street carts selling candied haws began to overflow, they would not take the initiative to buy them. Even if they did, they would only buy strawberries or yams.

Thinking of this, the door of the tea room was opened again, Liang Luo'an thought that Li Yun had come back, so he wanted to ask her for a note.

After all, everyone left messages to Tan Chen, and he didn't want to be an exception.

But the person who came in was Tan Chen.

Tan Chen was leaning on crutches, and it became difficult to enter the door. Half of his body was pressed against the frosted glass of the door, and he looked up at Liang Luoan who was standing in front of the cabinet. He was surprised at first, and then turned into a kind of seeking Helping emoji.

Liang Luo'an's kind nature gave Liang Luo'an no time to struggle. He immediately went over, holding the hawthorn jar in one hand, and helping to open the door with the other. He turned his body sideways, leaving space for Tan Chen to enter the door smoothly.

Tan Chen thanked Liang Luo'an, and soon found the hill of food piled up on the coffee table, and turned around to look at Liang Luo'an again.

"On behalf of the working group, Li Yun and I expressed condolences to Director Tan."

Liang Luo'an was a little nervous and said in a rigid manner that Li Yun had taught him the draft.

"Thank you."

Tan Chen smiled, stretched out his hand and flipped through the packaging bag, carefully looked at each post-it note, and put it down again.

He looked up again and saw the canned hawthorn bottle in Liang Luoan's hand. The crystal clear body of the can was pressed against Liang Luoan's arm, creating a nest of small depressions, and a few orange-red light marks along the skin Walking, like seeping sweet agate white jade, but the person concerned looks blank, as if he doesn't know treasures, and will do the thing of buying a box and returning the pearl.

Liang Luo'an noticed Tan Chen's gaze, looked down at the jar, and explained: "This, this is what I gave to Supervisor Tan, canned hawthorn, let's talk about it."

He put the can on the tea table in front of Tan Chen, and Tan Chen surrounded the can, with a smooth and clean surface without even a trademark on it.

Tan Chen lowered his eyes, seeming a little disappointed.

But he didn't express it, just asked: "Auntie made it by herself?" "Yes."

Liang Luoan replied.

Tan Chen stroked the jar with his hand a few times, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said, "I thought it might be lemon curd."

Liang Luo'an looked at Tan Chen, then quickly averted his eyes, and looked elsewhere blankly, as if being saddened by something, he came back cautiously and observed Tan Chen's expression.

If Tan Chen learns the truth, will he be as sad as him?After all, they used to love the lemon tree at home.

Or maybe Tan Chen doesn't like it anymore.

In the end, he just pursed his lips very lightly, and told Tan Chen calmly: "There are no lemon trees at home anymore."