No good cat

Last night, Chen An finished his brief memories and closed the album to sleep. Although breaking up with Zhao Xiwei was the second major event in his life, the first was being with Zhao Xiwei, but he was really tired. up.

He also woke up very late in the morning, the curtains in the bedroom were thick, and the sunlight only shone to the end of the bed through the small slit that was not closed tightly, so his sleep was not affected.

Chen An hugged the quilt and sat up, the last button of the pajamas was also undone in his sleepy state, revealing a smooth chest.

He looked down at the location of his lower abdomen. This used to be Zhao Xiwei's Happy Valley. Last night, Zhao Xiwei almost got his pass again.

After getting out of bed, Chen An didn't go out in a hurry, but put his ear to the door trying to hear the movement in the living room.

The living room was very quiet, and it sounded like no one was there, so he was sure that Zhao Xiwei had left.

He couldn't be sad or lost in his heart, after all, he was the one who sent the flight schedule to Zhao Xiwei.

Chen An walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, then found the note Zhao Xiwei gave him on the coffee table.

He was a little surprised, because Zhao Xiwei's behavior of leaving a note was...unbelievable.

Just as Zhao Xiwei was paranoid that fried chicken was junk food and Chen An was not allowed to eat it, he was also paranoid against doing anything meaningless, such as leaving a note.

Although the network speeds of several major operators have been criticized, they are all much faster than writing a letter by hand.

Chen An picked up the note and looked it over carefully, trying to find any emotion in the two lines, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

The other party told him that there was porridge in the kitchen and would come back, and asked him to wait for him.

But after all, it was Zhao Xiwei's first time writing a note, so Chen An put the note away and put it in the sketchbook.

Because he got up too late, the porridge in the kitchen had become very thick, and there was only half a bowl left.He finished half a bowl of porridge and tried to wash the dishes. After finishing everything, he went to the living room and called Chen Yaru.

"Have you figured it out?" Chen Yaru seemed to have expected that Chen An would call him, and fully guessed what Chen An was doing.

"I've already told Xie Songcheng that he will reserve that storefront for you. You can contact him directly."

Chen An paused, said thank you, and hung up the phone.

Chen Yaru's attitude of controlling everything made him feel suffocated. He felt that if Chen Yaru hadn't had such an attitude, maybe he wouldn't have broken up with Zhao Xiwei. Zhao Xiwei's desire to control him gave him the illusion that he would never leave Chen Yaru.

But in fact, he hasn't had much contact with Chen Yaru since he graduated from high school. He just makes phone calls during festivals, because he has no one to contact during festivals.

And Chen Yaru didn't look for him, and even the calls he made were either answered by the secretary or no one answered.

But maybe it's because Chen Yaru is getting older. In the past two years, she seems to have paid more attention to family affection, and she will care about Chen An's career planning and love life from time to time.

Compared with Chen Yaru, Chen An is more willing to contact Xie Songcheng. After all, although the other party clearly said that he does not love him, he has not tried to control him.

Chen An picked up the phone and called Xie Songcheng.

"Your mother told me, I asked the secretary to contact you." Xie Songcheng hung up the phone without any pause, and Chen An's "Dad" stuck in his throat, and then turned to the other party after the other party hung up the phone. The phone beeped.

Although he was used to being treated like this, Chen An couldn't explain the feeling of dull pain in his heart. He thought maybe it was because there was finally no one behind him.

Xie Songcheng's assistant drove downstairs to Chen An an hour after Xie Songcheng hung up the phone. Chen An knew his assistant very well, because this Assistant Li had followed Xie Songcheng for many years, and Assistant Li had called him for his child support. of.

Assistant Li drove Chen An to Xie Songcheng's store in the cultural park, and Chen An accepted Chen Yaru's suggestion to open a design studio here without even thinking about it.

Chen An's career started very smoothly, and Chen Yaru and Xie Songcheng were able to provide him with maximum convenience.

The storefront is ready-made, and Chen An just redesigned the interior decoration. From design to material selection, he ran it himself, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

But he also inevitably became busy, there was no one else in the studio for the time being, the orders he received in a month were enough for him to be busy for half a year, and he also came on business trips by himself.

He realized Zhao Xiwei's busyness belatedly, and Zhao Xiwei never came to look for him since he returned to city b, but called him and sent text messages to report his itinerary every day like an irregular alarm clock.

Zhao Xiwei was busier than him.

The other party's latest dynamic report was at two o'clock yesterday afternoon. Zhao Xiwei said in that rare coquettish tone that he was going abroad to discuss cooperation. The plane would take more than 20 hours and he would stay abroad for a week. He hoped to see him when he came back .

At that time, the design draft in Chen An's hand was being finalized, and the client earnestly asked Chen An to speed up, because the house could not be refurbished well, and his girlfriend with a big belly was about to give birth.

Chen An showed his humanitarian spirit very kindly, saying that it will be completed by this weekend at the latest.

"An An, why are you so busy." Zhao Xiwei complained on the phone that Chen An's time to talk to him was too short.

"It's not as good as you." Chen An stopped what he was doing and poured himself a cup of tea. It had to be said that the pot of tea sent by Chen Yaru was very fragrant.

"Do you have to talk to me like this?" Zhao Xiwei paused, and accused Chen An in a more aggrieved tone. It sounded like it was a mistake that Chen An was busy. It was obvious that Chen An heard the background of his phone call Yin seems to have arrived at the airport.

"Work hard, I'm going to be busy." Chen An hung up the phone ruthlessly, and Zhao Xiwei's text message came in within 1 minute.

"---I want to have a good talk with you."

At that time, Chen An glanced at the text message, put the mobile phone on the table and continued to make pictures, because he thought it was a bit outrageous.

When he wanted to have a good talk, no one ever really listened, and now that he's fully accepted that he's not a good conversation partner, everyone is coming to him again.

The SMS prompt on the phone woke Chen An up from his daze, and Zhao Xiwei sent him a text message, telling him that he had already got off the plane, and there was a time difference abroad, so he might not be able to contact him in time.

He returned to work and continued to work, but he always unconsciously brought Zhao Xiwei's preferences into his next work, and fantasized about designing his and Zhao Xiwei's home by himself.

So Chen An thought that Zhao Xiwei was a dictator even more. He insisted that Chen An do everything according to his ideas, and even after the two broke up, he still influenced Chen An in every way.

Chen An started to wander in the middle of his work, so he picked up his mobile phone and called Zhao Xiwei as if he had surrendered. When he came back from a business trip, he could have a good talk, then he turned off the computer and went home.

The voice-activated lamp in the living room consumes power very quickly. It has only been more than a month since Zhao Xiwei returned to city b, and the battery of that lamp has been replaced twice.

Chen An yelled softly after entering the door, "I'm back", and stood there watching the light turn on and off before raising his hand to turn on the light.

He didn't find this so-called sense of ritual artificially absurd, on the contrary, he enjoyed it.

He went to the bedroom and opened the sketchbook on the bedside table. Although every painting was carefully sealed with plastic paper, after breaking up with Zhao Xiwei, he flipped through this album even more often than he fell in love with Zhao Xiwei It was even more frequent before, and this photo album was about to be torn apart by him.

Zhao Xiwei has been on business trips since he returned to city b. Chen An felt that Zhao Xiwei spent at least half of the 365 days a year on business trips.

It is normal for Zhao Xiwei to travel on business, but he used to buy a plane ticket for Chen An and asked Chen An to accompany him.

"It's best if you don't work, so you can stay by my side all the time." Zhao Xiwei expressed his true thoughts after Chen An refused for the first time.

Chen An easily compromised, because Zhao Xiwei seemed to be inseparable from him when he said these words, and he couldn't resist the influence of being needed, let alone Zhao Xiwei.

"It's so annoying." Chen An gently closed his eyes, then closed the album and went to the bathroom. The high-intensity work made him a little tired. He didn't get used to the days without Zhao Xiwei, but he slowly got used to this working rhythm.

It was past 11 o'clock in the evening when Chen An came out of the bathroom. He checked that there was no news from Zhao Xiwei on his mobile phone. He was a little disappointed and seemed relieved to turn off the light and go to bed. Then he met Zhao Xiwei in his dream.