No good cat

"I hope we're still together."

Chen An turned off his cell phone and put it in his pocket, looked up at the ginkgo tree on the street, where he passed by every day to work.

Walking 500 meters further from where he is standing is the subway station. In 5 minutes, he will swipe his card to enter the station. Today he has to make a report and must not be late.

But there was a leaf on the tree that would not fall off, and Chen An suddenly wanted to wait until it fell.

He wanted to see if it was swirling downwards, or if a gust of wind blew it as it fell and lifted it back into the sky.

But he didn't wait. When he was analyzing which outcome was more likely, he received a call from his boss.

The other party was very dissatisfied that he was late on the day of the report, and told him that if he did not come to work again, he would never come again.

Chen An withdrew his gaze and walked towards the subway entrance. The morning rush hour had already passed, and the subway was not crowded. He thought it was good to be late, at least he didn't have to squeeze with a group of people.

It was 10:34 when he arrived at the company, 1 hour and 34 minutes had passed since he was supposed to arrive at the company. His female boss told him that he could come back after lunch. Chen An felt that if her tone was ignored If so, this will be the first person who cares about him today.

After he came out of the boss's office, he didn't go to eat as the female boss said, but went back to his work station and turned on his mobile phone to read the text message in the morning. This text message was received after two o'clock at night. I don't sleep at night, I don't know if I drank too much.

After thinking about it for two seconds, Chen An exited the SMS interface, swipe left, and clicked delete.

It has been two months since I moved out from Zhao Xiwei, and it has been two months since we broke up.Zhao Xiwei didn't know where he lived now. When he moved out, Zhao Xiwei was on a business trip.

"Chen An, what are you messing with?" Zhao Xiwei found that he didn't have any of his things at home when he came back, so he called him. As soon as he got through, he heard Zhao Xiwei ask him in such a serious tone.

He began to regret taking the call.

"No trouble." He also learned the serious tone of the other party, "It means that we are over."

"It's over?" Zhao Xiwei seemed to think it was unbelievable that the words came out of his mouth, "Chen An, do you know what you are talking about?"

Here it is again, that tone of seeing through Chen An must be Zhao Xiwei.

"I said," Chen An bit his lips and took a deep breath, "We're done." Then he hung up the phone.

It seemed that he didn't expect him to hang up the phone. Chen An only got a few seconds of quiet time, and Zhao Xiwei's call came again.

"Be obedient, An An, don't make trouble." Zhao Xiwei's tone softened as if seeing that Chen An was serious.

Chen An couldn't stand Zhao Xiwei talking to him in such a coaxing tone, he couldn't resist for a second, it would make him surrender instantly, so he hung up the phone.

"Obviously so reckless, yet he acted like he cared." He talked to himself for a long time, then turned off his phone in a fit of anger.

"Chen An, the company is not a place for you to be in a daze." The female boss never misses an opportunity to taunt him, "You are not allowed to use your mobile phone to deal with personal affairs during working hours."

"Sorry." Chen An stuffed the phone into his pocket, picked up the document on the side and started translating.

"Next time, I will resign voluntarily." The female boss pushed her pair of red-rimmed glasses. She seemed to be nearsighted, and the thick lenses refracted her eyes very small.

Chen Anfen thought about it for a while. He has been employed for more than a month, and he admits that he has never offended her.

It turns out that you don't need any reason to hate someone, just like you like someone.

He thought of Zhao Xiwei again.

"No need," Chen An stood up from his seat, "I'm going to resign now."

It was already past six in the afternoon when I came out of the company, and it was almost dark.

Chen An walked out of the office building with the cardboard box that came with his resignation. The temperature in city B was very low in winter. He loved beauty, so he wore very little. In the weather of 4 or 5 degrees, he only wore a single shirt under his coat.

Chen An shrank his hands but failed to retract his sleeves. He looked down at the carton and there seemed to be nothing to take home, so he turned to the right, and there was a trash can over there.

Throwing away the obstructing cardboard box, and finally being able to warm his hands in his pockets, Chen An sniffed and walked towards the subway station.

There were a lot of people on the subway at this point, and he was so crowded that he wanted to test his driver's license.

Chen An doesn't know how to drive. In fact, his family bought a car for him after graduating from high school, but he didn't want to learn to drive because someone picked him up for a short time.

So much so that every time the idea of ​​learning to drive popped up in him, he would uncontrollably want to sit in that person's car again and let him take him across half of the city.

When Chen An got home, he took off his shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet. He went barefoot to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and then took the water glass to the round sofa in the living room and sat down.

The sofa was newly bought after he moved in. It is a fully-enclosed beanbag, and he feels safe nestling in it.

He lives here because the house is rented out for the first time and it is very clean.The owner of the house is a demolition household, and there are many houses, but because he usually does not live there, there is no floor heating installed, and Chen An's feet are a bit cold.

He also thought that Zhao Xiwei used to hold his feet in his arms, warming his feet while working.

Without floor heating, he had to turn on the air conditioner, and the hot air was sent out from the air outlet, which made his nasal cavity a little dry. He poured the remaining half glass of water into the cat-shaped humidifier at his feet.

When the humidifier was working, it would make a slight noise. Chen An liked the humming sound very much, it made him feel very warm, and at least it could relieve his loneliness.

He just sat on the sofa doing nothing, staring at the mist from the humidifier in a daze. He didn't have to go to work tomorrow, so he could waste time recklessly.

He was still in a daze when the alarm clock rang at 11 o'clock in the evening. Although he heard the sound of the alarm clock, he didn't turn it off immediately.

After a minute and a half, the alarm clock automatically stopped.

"It's 11 o'clock, it's time to go to bed." Chen An got up from the sofa and walked towards the bedroom.

Going to bed at 11 o'clock is the rule set by Zhao Xiwei for him.

He used to stay up late and couldn't get up the next day, so Zhao Xiwei set an alarm clock for him at 11 o'clock, and when the alarm clock rang, no matter what he was doing, he had to stop and go to sleep immediately.

There is only one exception, and that is when they are having sex.

Zhao Xiwei was very unrestrained in this matter, and he never restrained himself. He often made a fuss until midnight, and he was willing to follow him, because he liked it too.

Chen An felt a little wronged when he thought of Zhao Xiwei, but the alarm clock at 11 o'clock was untimely and ambiguous.

He couldn't sleep anymore, so he went to the closet, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

After being with Zhao Xiwei, he hasn't done anything by himself.

It was already noon when I woke up the next day, and there was no new text message from Zhao Xiwei on my phone.

Chen An turned on his phone to check today's weather. The weather forecast showed that today is a sunny day. He likes sunny days the most, so he decided to go for a walk.

He walked along the usual route to work, and when he was about to reach the subway station, he remembered the leaves that made him late that day.

But obviously, he overestimated his ability, and he couldn't tell which one he saw that day.

He went to a shopping mall closest to his home. It was getting colder and colder, so he decided to give up looking good for the time being and buy a down jacket.

But he didn't expect to see Zhao Xiwei in the mall.

Zhao Xiwei was followed by a very beautiful woman. He was helping her carry her bag, and followed her to go shopping with her.

Chen An had to admit that although the woman looked older than them, she had a good feeling and a calm temperament that Zhao Xiwei would like.

He felt a little sour in his heart, it wasn't painful, but it seemed like someone had disturbed him with something.

He and Zhao Xiwei have been in love for two years, and Zhao Xiwei has never gone shopping with him.

He turned around and left the mall before Zhao Xiwei saw him.

"There will be a newcomer so soon." Chen An entered this sentence on the text message interface and deleted it, replacing it with "Who is that woman." Deleted it again.

However, it was entered many times and deleted many times, and it was not sent out in the end.

Chen An pursed his lips and leaned against the wall as if he was exhausted. His heart was sore and swollen. The sunny day was not so happy, but the strong sunlight hurt his eyes. He put away his phone and let out a long breath , turned and went home.

The room without heating and without Zhao Xiwei was extremely cold. Chen An raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, let out a long breath, and then tears fell down like money in an instant.

"Ah, I'm so useless." He scolded himself in a breathy voice, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

The mirror was covered with water droplets, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, which was good, otherwise he would feel ugly again.

He took out a tissue and wiped his face, turned and went back to the bedroom to pack his things.

It didn't seem that difficult to make the decision to return to city c. He came to city b for Zhao Xiwei.

He studied painting for more than ten years, but finally worked as an interpreter in a small company in city b.

Zhao Xiwei didn't agree at first, but there was only one building between his place of work and Zhao Xiwei's company, which gave him a feeling that they were very close.

Although Zhao Xiwei rarely worked in that building, he was always on business trips.

But he still liked Zhao Xiwei when he was working in the building, and took him home with him after get off work.

After breaking up with Zhao Xiwei, Zhao Xiwei would still pick him up. He was afraid that his heart would soften and he changed jobs.

In fact, everything was the same for him. He was good at painting and liking Zhao Xiwei, but when he changed jobs, he still filled out the translation on the job application form.

He doesn't like to challenge new things, and it won't bother him to do the same thing for several years, just like he likes the same person for several years.

While he was packing things into the suitcase, he scolded himself in his heart, and then scolded Zhao Xiwei after scolding himself. He even felt a little regretful why he broke up.

A royal blue sweater can't be stuffed into the suitcase, as if everything goes wrong when people are unhappy.

He threw the blue sweater back into the closet. Zhao Xiwei bought it anyway, so he didn't feel bad at all.

The plane took off two hours later, and he took a taxi to the airport with his suitcase.

Chen An looked down at the blue sweater on his body, sighed and turned off his phone.