Goodbye, Mr. Mu

Mu Huaizhang took advantage of the time before the trial and hid in the toilet cubicle to smoke a cigarette.He didn't sleep very well last night. In the few cases he took on recently, the client's encounters were all characters who could be called the sufferers, which made him feel uneasy.

Or maybe it's because he's getting older now. He remembers that when he first entered the legal profession in his 20s, he had a very strong mental capacity.What a tricky case, nothing in his mind made sense.

After smoking half a cigarette, I heard the sound of the toilet door opening, and a nice male voice walked in while answering the phone.

"Well, let's not go, I gave the shop assistant a holiday tonight, it's the eve of Valentine's Day."

The male voice was nice, with a clear timbre, and the accent seemed to be from the south, with such a charming upturn at the end, it made Mu Huaizhang's heart dry.

Yes, Mu Huaizhang is crooked, but also a natural crook.

But maybe it's because his profession is too rigorous and rational, which makes him a moral model that he doesn't even know himself.Except for the college days when he still kept his teenage throbbing, now, his emotional and sexual life is basically zero.He thought that he had become an old monk who had settled down, and that he would not be dragged down easily.Unexpectedly, it was just the sound of a slam through the toilet door, and it wasn't the sound of a direct conversation with him, which made his little brother stand up.

Mu Huaizhang really wanted to open the door to see what the voice looked like, but just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he heard the man complaining to the phone, "Who smoked in the toilet? It's so big!" Smell." After speaking, he coughed twice.

···Mu Huaizhang looked at the sign hanging on the wall, "No Smoking", his old face turned red rarely.If he didn't sleep well last night, he would never come to smoke this cigarette because he was afraid that he would lose energy during the court session.But fortunately for this cigarette, he is in a very good spirit now, but he is a little regretful that he can't see the face of the voice.

The male voice chatted a few more gossips on the phone, but in the end he still didn't agree to the invitation on the phone, washed his hands and went out.Mu Huaizhang stepped on him to open the door and opened the door of the toilet cubicle, just in time to see the back of the voice.Well, it's the back view he likes.Just like that, the voice carried a figure from behind, entering Mu Huaizhang's dream that night.

In fact, it’s not that he didn’t think about going to nightclubs and gay bars, but he tried to go in three times, but three times because the music in the venue was too loud, it made him tremble from the ears to the chest and numb, and finally ran away. .

After studying for more than ten years, Mu Huaizhang could hear the sound of wind and rain reading, but he was also tricked by these sounds.Since then, he has no desire to go to nightclubs anymore.

Originally a 33-year-old young lawyer, he was in his prime and didn't have much free time to go to nightclubs.

The little episode in the bathroom didn't occupy Mu Huaizhang's mind for long. His daily work schedule is full, and he still has time to do public welfare legal consultation on weekends.After seeing the last consultant, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. When I came home at this time, the room was deserted as soon as I opened the door. Mu Huaizhang thought that it would be better to come to the office comfortably, at least surrounded by work, and he could lie to himself. Everything about loneliness is fake, only his case file is real.

When Mu Huaizhang came out of the office, it was completely dark and it was raining.Mu Huaizhang held an umbrella and wanted to go to the convenience store across the street to buy something before going back. Today is a restricted day, and he didn't drive, but he ran into such a ghostly weather.

After leaving the convenience store, the rain was heavier than before, and Lord Long moved his family's property over Mu Huaizhang's head desperately.At this time, the advantages of being a single man will be revealed again, and no one will wait for him if he cannot go home in an emergency.

Next to the convenience store is a bookstore with an interesting name called "Houxiangli".Literary and artistic youths will think that the beauty is covered with clouds and mist, but in Mu Huaizhang, the first thought evoked by the name of this store is that the young and beautiful MB in a foreign country sits down for $1, chats for $5, and is free for $10. It's time to get into the back alley...

Mu Huaizhang passed by here every time he went to work, but never went in. Now there is no other good place to go.There was a uniquely shaped dream catcher hanging on the glass door at the entrance. At this time, Mu Huaizhang didn't know that it was called a dream catcher, and he never paid much attention to these illusory things.It was a long time later, when the hearty love affair between the two took a break, Chai Fei told him with his sweaty hair wrapped around him.

It might be late, and there are only three or four people in the store quietly flipping through the books in their hands.When Mu Huaizhang pushed the door and went in, only the clerk sitting behind the desk facing the door raised his head and smiled at him. He was a very handsome man with slender eyebrows and a soft curve at the end of his eyes. Not big, and there is a slightly thin bead on the upper lip.He is a very beautiful young man, Mu Huaizhang thought in his heart.

He put the umbrella on the storage rack at the door, and put the bag he just bought there.I walked around the store casually, found a legal document and two idle books, and sat down.

Legal documents were really just what he used to prop up his chin.Because this time was originally supposed to be the time for him to go home and relax, so now he also found a place where others would not easily see him, stood up the heavy legal document on the table, and put his chin on the Above, flipping through the idle book in front of him.

After turning through a few pages of the book, Mu Huaizhang relaxed a little too much, and now he was a little drowsy.

"Boss, help me to read, which version is better?"

"Well, the Zhejiang version, I always think the Zhejiang version is better..."

Later, what the boss said, Mu Huaizhang didn't hear it at all. He just remembered the voice he had encountered before, and it turned out to be like this...

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In summer, the wind and rain always come for no reason, either pouring down in an instant, or the sun is shining in an instant, it will not be lingering, let alone inseparable.

This day was as usual, the thunder broke the dark sky in the evening, and pressed the dark clouds on the fireworks in the world, and people seemed to be put together by this weather.

Chai Fei seriously rejected the several blind dates that his mother mentioned. When he met his mother who came to the house directly to arrest him on the weekend, he simply packed up and moved to the bookstore he opened with the cat and the cat.

But the bad weather is still rampant at this time.The rumble of thunder made all the cats in the shop hide in the high cabinet; Ye Yu knocked on the window lattice and clanked like big pearls and small pearls scattered on a jade plate. Chai Fei saw the cat lying on the top of the bookshelf. , meowed at himself aggrievedly.

"Meow~" he imitated his cry, and saw that the cat didn't want to come down to touch him, so he had to turn his head and pull in the lamp at hand. The warm yellow lamp illuminated the book he was holding in his hand, but none of the people who really looked into it. One or two words, I think the rain is too loud, too noisy, disturbing people's reading.

He stood up and closed the open window tightly, and the sound of the rain became much quieter.He walked back to the book stand, just in time to meet a book buyer who came to check out with a book in his arms.

Chai Fei stood up to collect the money, and wrapped the book in kraft paper again: "It's raining a bit outside, and the kraft paper won't protect against the rain, so be careful."

"Ah."

Chai Fei raised the corner of his mouth, watched the person leave with the book, and was about to sit back to the original place again, but suddenly received a gaze, and he followed the gaze——

The bookstore is not big, and there are not many places to put tables, and the man is sitting at the table with his chin resting on the books.

This person, Chai Fei, remembers that he came in in a suit and leather shoes. He just glanced at him and knew that he was different from those people who came to the bookstore to buy books or browse books. .Wait and see now...

Chai Fei cast his eyes on the man in the suit, his eyes met each other, someone's eyes moved slightly, and he felt that the man's suit was illuminated by the dim yellow light much softer, so soft that the breeze pushed the window lattice, and the rain fell into the house. The sound of rain that was blocked out of the window suddenly became louder.But he didn't notice any of this, he only cared about that man, his sad eyebrows, his tired dark pupils, his slightly raised thin lips...

The eyes should be sharp, but they seem to be obscured by the dim light, and they are a little more inexplicably gentle, like the gentleman in the book, but they don't seem to be so gentle, at least now they are facing the slightly wrinkled eyes. When frowning, Chai Fei could still feel that without this dim light, that person shouldn't be like this.

But what should it look like?

Is it the eagle dog who is holding a pen to the population, or is it the smiling tiger who talks and laughs with people with a Mosuo watch?

Suddenly the old cat above meowed, and Chai Fei came back to his senses.

"Oh. It's so windy today." He turned back and closed the window again, made a cup of scented tea in the tea room by the window, and walked towards the man's table with the tea.

He put the tea on the table, tapped his fingers on the table, and raised his eyebrows slightly at the man:

"It's going to rain for a while. If you don't want to leave, just drink hot tea? If you want to leave, there is an umbrella by the door."

After Chai Fei finished speaking, he didn't care about that person, but turned around and hugged the old cat that walked all the way under his feet. The old cat lazily rubbed against Chai Fei's palm, shook its ears leisurely, and meowed softly.

The person behind him said in a deep voice, "Hey!"

"What's wrong?" Chai Fei hugged the old cat and turned around, gently scratching the top of the cat's head with his fingers, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The person he looked at sat up, folded his hands on the table, and said softly, "Thank you for the tea."

Chai Fei followed his gaze and looked at the bowl of tea that was swaying with tea fragrance: "You're welcome."

"Your tea is very fragrant."

Chai Fei raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was very happy because of this compliment.This tea is mixed with his newly picked jasmine flowers, which were planted on his own flower stand a few years ago. Every year after they bloom, they will be spoiled by the old cat. The old cat loves to lie on the flower stand and lick all the flowers. all over.

So every time Chai Fei waited for the flowers to break out, he picked some to make tea, and left the rest on the branches and green leaves, waiting for midsummer, so that the fragrance of the flowers would grow stronger and stronger in his small room. The more intense, the fragrance fills the room.

Later, Chai Fei heard his father say that his mother had returned home, so he went back to his house, took a bag of cat food for the old cat, and brought a pot of jasmine, which was blooming especially well, to the door. When it rained, I moved it back to my front desk and put it upright.

When I first moved down, the little old ladies who often came to the store to buy books would stop and smell it, and then ask for a small white flower to pin in the buttonhole of the front of the skirt. After a few days, I got used to the beauty of this flower. Existence, few people care about it, except that the old cat will pick up a few new white flowers every day and play with it in its mouth.

"You, stop biting."

Chai Fei pointed to the old cat who jumped onto the front desk with a flower in its mouth, and asked for the destroyed jasmine flower from its mouth, and pressed it into the pages of the book

The author says:

This is An Ning Wan. This book is written by Mrs. Yan Chi and I. I will write from the perspective of Mu Huaizhang, and Mrs. Yan Chi will write from the perspective of Chai Fei.When writing, we didn't prepare an outline, and we rarely discussed the direction of the plot. In most cases, one person wrote it and another person took the next paragraph.This feeling is very beautiful, like the story of the natural collision between the real Mu Huaizhang and Chai Fei, I hope you will like it.

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安宁丸@安宁丸，晓池@护叫咕咕咕达 (she does often coo, if you urge her to change, mainly urge her, don’t urge me)