Promised period

When I went to work at the company on Monday, Song Ke's appearance shocked all my colleagues, but they were too embarrassed to ask directly.

Cheng Yi'an aggressively pulled him into the office: "Where did you go to get your nose and face swollen? And what's with this eye."

"Don't make a fuss just yet."

He put down his briefcase, turned around and tightened the doors and windows, so as to separate the gossiping eyes from outside.

"It's so audacious!" After hearing what happened that night, Cheng Yi'an was surprised and scared, pointed his nose and scolded him for not knowing the seriousness, "I thought you were mature before, but what happened? You are still so reckless. What if you can't beat him What to do, what if he hates you and retaliates against you?!"

"It's been beaten, I'm afraid it's useless." Song Ke's reaction was very indifferent, "Now I just hope that he will have some sense of shame, and don't report the crime or find someone to retaliate against me."

"You, you, what can I say about you?" Cheng Yi'an looked up to the sky and sighed, "Sometimes I admire your stability, and sometimes you are so crazy that people are dumbfounded. Then, where did you go? No one called you catch."

Song Ke didn't speak, just looked down at the worn wooden floor.

Cheng Yi'an's heart skipped a beat: "Did you see him again?"

It's that easy to talk to smart people.

The morning sun shone on Song Ke's silent face, making him extremely peaceful, but also extremely fragile.

If we count from the beginning, there are actually three founders of Ruiyan: Song Ke, Chen Jue, and Cheng Yi'an.Among the three, Cheng Yi'an has the best academic qualifications and the strongest strength, but he tends to look forward and backward when doing things, so he specializes in technology.Chen Jue is outgoing, handsome and well-informed, and he is in charge of business and financing.Song Ke is left, calm and decisive, courageous and resourceful, and has always been the soul of Ruiyan.

"Yeah." Opening the breakfast he brought, Song Ke chewed slowly enduring the sore cheekbones, "Meet him."

"You are confused." Cheng Yi'an repeated the words that he has said countless times, "Why did you promise me before? You said that you would draw a line with the Chen family. From now on, Chen Jue will have nothing to do with you whether he lives or dies." Relationship, now going to see him again, isn't it just to make yourself uncomfortable?"

Swallowing a mouthful of deep-fried dough sticks, Song Ke smiled, "I'm making myself uncomfortable, but senior brother, can you sit farther away, the saliva sprayed on my breakfast."

Cheng Yi'an glared at him: "I heard that kid Chen Jue doesn't go to the company at all now, he only thinks about eating, drinking and having fun all day, and even changes his girlfriend every week. What's the difference between him and a bastard?"

Song Ke choked on eating too fast, unable to swallow or spit out the food in her throat, and patted her chest for water.Cheng Yi'an handed him the soy milk while helping him, and said, "As for this, I said something bad about him and you just scare me like that."

While pouring soy milk, Song Ke remembered one thing: Chen Jue hated eating deep-fried dough sticks the most, saying that they looked dirty when they were oily, but every winter morning, when he fell asleep, he could always feel a certain ice lump approaching.

It was Chen Jue who hugged him tightly with numb hands, coaxing him like a child: "I bought soy milk and fried dough sticks for you, give me a kiss." As a result, he often scolded him in his heart, Chen Jue, you are disturbing people's dreams You bastard, get out as far as you can.

In fact, he has not been good enough to Chen Jue.Once even Chen Jue said: "Song Ke, are you sent by heaven to torture me? Why is it that no matter how angry I am, I am always reluctant to leave you."

At that time, the two had just finished a quarrel, Song Ke was pressed on the bed sheet by him, her hands were tied together in humiliation and held up high, her body trembled like chaff, not because of fear, but because of humiliation, because she couldn't help herself.

Said that he was angry with him, why didn't he reflect on what he had done?Song Ke just gritted her teeth and said nothing.

After finishing it heartily, Chen Jue would hold him in his arms again, and comfort him with the method he learned from his friends: "Hey, I will let you next time, and I will definitely let you next time."

For Chen Jue's tricks, Song Ke avoided like a snake.I have warned and contested, but some people are naturally timid and just don't buy it and don't back down.

Thinking of those past times, he put down the soy milk and took a breath, saying, "I'm choking not because you said something bad, but because you said something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"He doesn't change girlfriends a week."

Cheng Yi'an was just about to say what are you still doing to protect him, but Song Ke laughed: "He changes boyfriends every week."

"Have you got a bug in your brain? You can still laugh after all this?" Cheng Yi'an punched him until his eyes were filled with tears but he was still coughing and laughing. Tired of laughing, he gradually stopped and leaned on his back. Sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

That blank space seemed to be very attractive, and it was worth his staring and staring, not letting go of any trouble.

Cheng Yi'an also fell silent, standing by the side like his elder brother.

After a while, Song Ke might be tired, and suddenly covered her eyes with her forearm, but there was still no sound.Cheng Yi'an didn't touch him at first, but he couldn't bear it later, so he stretched out his arms and hugged him, "Okay, it's all over."

Is it really over?

The autumn wind mixed with biting chill came in through the loosely closed window, making Song Ke's fingers tremble inconspicuously.Somewhere in the body was sore and swollen, sore and sore, the soy milk I just drank was rushing upwards, and neither my throat nor my eyes were dry.

He didn't dare to tell Cheng Yi'an that he hadn't fallen asleep for two days in a row, and when he closed his eyes, it was the first time he saw Chen Jue that year.

It is also a late autumn that makes people shiver with cold.

At that time, Ruiyan had not yet been established, and Cheng Yi'an was still worrying about his dissertation in Pennsylvania, and Song Ke, who was left with a project proposal, bumped into walls everywhere.

In order to get the first pot of gold, he participated in an entrepreneurial competition, the full name of which is the Mingtu Cup Youth Innovation and Entrepreneurship Competition.At that time, he didn't know that Mingtu Group's surname was Chen.

The final was held in the provincial capital. After arriving at the venue, he sat on the side of the aisle and raced against time to debug the program he wrote.As a result, I was afraid of what would happen, and there was a small glitch in the semantic modeling part.

After sweating profusely for a long time, I still got stuck.While worrying, someone behind me spoke——

"Hey."

Song Ke always remembered that look.From behind two rows, Chen Jue raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at himself.

The seats are stepped and get higher as you go back, so it's a kind of overlooking angle.His suit fits better than everyone else, and he sat there in a dainty manner, with an uncontrollable expression between his eyebrows and eyes.

"I've been watching you for a long time." The tone was neither salty nor dull, but there was an inexplicable sense of being nosy, "You're just messing around with there. Setting the threshold incorrectly is a waste of effort."

One sentence made Song Kemao suddenly enlightened.

Noticing the work permit on his chest, Song Ke didn't talk too much for fear of causing trouble.But from the corner of the eye, he saw him walking down the aisle, he was tall, with a smell of mint smoke approaching and then moving away.

Song Ke won the second prize in the competition that day, with a bonus of 6 yuan. At the celebration banquet in the evening, I saw Chen Jue again.

Chen Jue sat alone in the corner, not talking to anyone, slowly turning a white cigarette case in his hand.It stands to reason that I should go over to say thank you to him, but for some reason, Song Ke didn't go over in the end.

Later, someone came over to toast, Song Ke followed the atmosphere and drank a little, but the capacity for alcohol was not good, not only did she become much slower after drinking, her usually indifferent face also became extra soft.

The young people next to each other got together and punched, and the older ones toasted everywhere to make friends, only two of them didn't go anywhere.Song Ke sat alone, and others thought he was aloof and difficult to get close to. Only Chen Jue noticed that his right hand was hanging under the table, and his fingers moved the tassels of the tablecloth back and forth intentionally or unconsciously, just like a child.

After dinner, a large group of people took the bus back to Linjiang, and Song Ke deliberately chose the seats in the last row.As soon as the car window was pushed open, the cold wind rushed in, blowing the thin coat flying with a whistling sound.

I don't know if it's because of winning the prize or because of drinking, but he is in an unprecedentedly good mood, and everything he sees is pleasing to the eye.Holding the window with both hands, the music of the square dance is not far away, the eyes look out to the lush trees, the parking lot full of buses, the bright moon, and the beautiful scenery reflected in the pupils.

"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold if you open the window so wide?" There was an extra person next to him.

Turning her head to find that it was Chen Jue, Song Ke's eyes lit up slightly.As soon as he drank, he was like this, and his restrained personality would undergo a slight change, which could only be noticed by those closest to him.

Chen Jue stretched out his hand over him, and slammed the window shut: "Just blow on it for a while, don't blow on it like a fool."

Song Ke said, "Why are you scolding people?"

Probably this serious look is ridiculous, Chen Jue chuckled in a low voice: "He said he's not a fool."

Song Ke's face paled, and she tried her best to watch him speak, but in fact, there was only a little white mist exhaled from his mouth in front of her eyes.

"I did you such a big favor, why don't you say thank you?"

"Thank you then."

It was a pleasure to receive it.

Chen Jue sneered: "I've never seen such a perfunctory person like you."

How about yourself then?His brain was running slowly, but he still spoke clearly: "Can I treat you to dinner?"

Chen Jue really thought about it for a while.In the blink of an eye, Song Ke's head had already drooped, her forehead rested on the back of the chair drowsily, and she was sneezing one after another.

"What did I say?" Chen Jue was arrogant, "I really have a cold."

Song Ke shook her head slowly: "It's because you smell like cigarettes, I can't bear it."

It is simply a lore.Chen Jue immediately frowned, and turned to the other side of the aisle with an ugly expression.

Looking at the vacant seat, Song Ke was stunned for a second.

He obviously didn't feel disgusted to that extent, but inexplicably, the nasal cavity reacted one step earlier than the emotion.Could it be that the body already knows that it will fall into this person's hands in the future, so it desperately reminds him: Be careful, be careful, don't fall into it easily.

Finally, everyone set off, the driver dimmed the lights, and the voice of chatting gradually died down.The night wind outside was like cutting, and the warm air in the car had limited effect. The bus carried the young people shivering and winding forward.

Later, snoring sounded one after another, men and women fell asleep together, each with a pair of earphones for listening to music.

Chen Jue hit a wall, but still couldn't help but pay attention to Song Ke.

Song Ke was also listening to music, but she didn't sleep.He was probably a little motion sick or a little cold, and his limbs were still not very stretched.His eyelashes are very long, his hair is very soft, and when the orange street lights outside the window flicker past his face, it sometimes brings a strange effect——

Chen Jue feels like his heart is being licked.

That feeling of numbness crawled up his back and tightened his nerves.

At first Chen Jue didn't understand and didn't believe in love at first sight, but he just felt uneasy.As time passed, he gradually began to lose control of himself.

He took off his coat and put it on Song Ke involuntarily.

Song Ke didn't expect him to do this, and her reaction was sluggish.And because of drinking, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with undefended astonishment.

He put it on for him, and he took it off by force.

"Dress."

"No, not really."

"Hurry up and get dressed, don't catch a cold and say that our organizer didn't take good care of you."

Of course there is no such thing, but this set of rhetoric is enough to scare a half-drunk man.

Song Ke put on her clothes and continued to listen to the song. Chen Jue sat next to him again. Seeing that he didn't sneeze again, she took off an earphone and stuffed it into her left ear calmly.

Song Ke turned her head and glanced at him, but in the end she just switched the one on the left to the right so that the line would be long enough for the two of them to listen.

Before they even knew their names, they began to listen to a piece of music together.

Perhaps Chen Jue has forgotten it long ago, but Song Ke still remembers that song to this day. The title of the song is "The Promised Period":

Dear you,

Don't take love too easily.

before breaking up,

Every night time, every thought,

Kiss me till dawn.

Maybe one day you will forget my name,

forget my voice.

If that day comes, I hope you will show me mercy,

Mercy, I love you, there is no cure,

Mercy I searched for you and found nowhere,

Promised period.

Honey,

Can you not forget me.

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This song accompanied him to sleep on the bus.

In the dream, there was always the smell of mint smoke, which was light and cold. The car gradually heated up, the warm air wrapped him, and the faint smell of smoke lingered around him, which made people feel extremely at ease.

When I woke up again, the side was empty, but the clothes were still on me.

There is a touch of body temperature on it, and at the same time it is contaminated with another person's breath. The short fleece lining feels comfortable and warm to the touch.

Not having time to ask his name seems to be the only regret in this competition.

When she got home, Song Ke fell into a deep sleep, and the next day she was still under the sun.My roommate got up early to run for exercise, and when I got home from the run, I found the coat while searching for dirty clothes.

"Ke!" I heard shouting from outside, "I also threw your clothes into the washing machine for you?"

Song Ke replied in a daze, and after three seconds of blankness, she jumped up from the bed.

"and many more!"

He rushed out to salvage the dress, scaring his roommate into a daze.Probably also realized that he had overreacted, and when he came back to his senses, he had to pretend to be calm and explain: "The suit cannot be washed."

"Oh." The roommate patted his chest, "I thought there was something in my pocket."

A word to wake up the dreamer.

He waited for his roommate to leave before he went to look through his pockets, but he didn't expect it to happen.Someone left a note in the right pocket, with a line of flamboyant calligraphy on it, and the black ink stained through the back of the paper:

"My number: 139********, I will tell you my name when I meet."

Almost missed it.

At that time, he felt fortunate, but after three years, he only felt desolate.It started like a dream, and I watched myself fall, and it ended more like a dream, no matter how much I don't give up, I will wake up one day.