The world map and the only you

When I was a student, no matter how cute and crying because of the thesis to be handed in, after all, no one who entered the society and started working would be busy.Ever since, there is really not much time left for Yan Xuan to chase after people.

The recent project was extremely busy. During the month of continuous overtime work, Yan Xuan often took out a little brain cells to think about the meaning of work to life. He searched the Internet during dinner time:

"What can a lawyer do if he resigns?"

"Lawyer re-employment"

On a whim, I searched on Baidu: "Lawyer transfers to an investment bank"

After discovering that there are quite a lot of people going this way, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and entered seriously: "Sudden death of investment bank"

【The sudden death of a post-90s investment bank employee: Sigh!Do you have to sacrifice your life for a high salary? ! 】

[How to Avoid Sudden Death in Investment Banking - Zhihu]

[XX Bank's 22-year-old intern died suddenly while working overtime. The second half of his life was spent on his body! 】

"The second half?" Yan Xuan looked at the headlines on the computer screen, blinked, and sighed silently in his heart, "It's the second half at the age of 22? The average life expectancy of co-authors is 40 years old."

Yan Xuan owed a lot, and then entered in the search box: "lawyer's sudden death"

[9 lawyers died suddenly in 3 days, may the living take care! 】

Yan Xuan: "..."

He silently clicked the little red cross in the upper left corner of the browser, took a sip of the wolfberry tea in the cup, and sighed silently, feeling the helplessness of "the second half of life".

What else can I do, let's live and cherish it!

He opened the mailbox and answered the email conscientiously.

The moon quietly rose into the sky, and the day and night in Beijing became more and more blurred amidst the 24-hour non-stop traffic and crowds.The office buildings of China World Trade Center are brightly lit, and people in suits and leather shoes work in offices with bright glass windows, one floor after another.

In the upper right corner of the computer screen, the time showed nine o'clock, but their group was still full of people, and no one left.Yan Xuan pressed the phone on the table again, and the lock screen was Tong Yixin's shift schedule for this month. He looked at it and guessed that Tong Yixin should have been on the ground for a while.

Now Yan Xuan has no position to ask Tong Yixin to send him a message every time he lands to confirm that he is safe. In fact, even this schedule is made by him, and he has given him breakfast for many days.He also didn't have time to go to the capital airport to pick up the plane every day like he did back then, and the objective conditions became more and more difficult and demanding.

He sent a message: [Are you here?Can I answer the phone? 】

Tong Yixin replied in seconds: [OK]

Yan Xuan received the permission, went to the tea room, and then called. As soon as the voice was connected, Tong Yixin's pleasant voice came from the microphone: "Hello, what's the matter?"

The haze about overtime work and sudden death in Yan Xuan's heart disappeared instantly, and the wolfberry tea became sweeter: "It's nothing, it's just..." Yan Xuan pursed his lips, "I just miss you a little bit."

"That's it." Tong Yixin didn't know how to catch his straight ball, so he said something perfunctory.

As expected, Yan Xuan didn't hear "I miss you too", he picked up a pen that someone left on the table, casually poked a few holes in the note, and continued, "I don't want to go to work anymore. ,want to see you."

Tong Yixin said "Yes", but Yan Xuan didn't care, he searched for the few witty words in his mind, and said, "Today's moon is very beautiful." He didn't look up the window, and still poked the paper with his pen.

Tong Yixin smiled, his voice sounded very soft at night, he said: "Do you want to say, is the moonlight really beautiful tonight?"

"Yes," Yan Xuan suddenly realized, nodded and said, "Anyway, as long as you understand what I mean."

Tong Yixin was still smiling. He sat in the car going home, turned his head to look out the window, and said, "I see."

The night on the expressway does not seem to belong to Beijing. It has a pure blackness that is not affected by the lights, and the moon is clearly embedded in it.Entering the urban area, there are ginkgo trees planted on the side of a certain road on the way home. In autumn, they inevitably turn golden yellow.

Yan Xuan went back to work overtime, Tong Yixin hung up the phone, looked at the ginkgo tree passing by the car window, and suddenly thought that this should be the first time he and Yan Xuan spent autumn in Beijing.

They have been in love for four years, but the seasons reincarnate, only summer is so happy, Yan Xuan will take advantage of the holidays to return to China, they play all over Beijing under the sun, and have fun in the air-conditioned room.They kiss, caress, explore in summer.Before the prelude to autumn sounded, Yan Xuan was about to leave.

Their love is the color of summer, hot and happy, intertwined with breathing and sweat, and there will be some pain from being burned by the sun.

This is their first autumn, but they are no longer together, what a pity.

Tong Yixin suddenly felt a very contradictory feeling, the left ventricle was soft-hearted, the right ventricle was rational, the arterial blood flowed through his whole body with reluctance and nostalgia, but the venous blood flowed into the lungs, together with his breathing, forced him to calm down down.

"So, what are your concerns?" Wei Feng asked Tong Yixin very bluntly.

Tong Yixin stirred the unrecognizable cocktail in his hand, rested his chin in one hand, and shook his head slightly.

"I want to order another glass. His wine is really delicious." Wei Feng waved and brought the wine list from the waiter.

Tong Yixin and Wei Feng made an appointment at a bar in Sanlitun. On weekday nights, there were not many people there.The bar was decorated in a moody way, the lights were turned on very dimly, and there was a glass with a candle in it on the wooden table.

Wei Feng pinned his shoulder-length hair behind his ears, and asked Tong Yixin if he wanted something to drink, and Tong Yixin ordered the same glass again.

Wei Feng laughed: "We are so different, you always want to be the same, I want to try everything." He seemed to really find it funny, and said, "It's very interesting."

Wei Feng is Tong Yixin's good friend in college. After graduation, by chance, he became a French host.He has a pair of passionate eyes and long hair. He is also a romantic person by nature. He has experienced one relationship after another and dumped countless boyfriends, but the other party still misses him. Every time he mentions it, he is full of regret and praise. .

"What's the matter with you now?" Wei Feng asked curiously.

Tong Yixin: "He said he would chase me again."

Wei Feng made an exaggerated spread of hands, completely unaware of what Tong Yixin and the others were playing.

He has never quite understood the relationship between Tong Yixin and Yan Xuan: "I didn't understand before, how could it be possible to talk in different places, but you have been talking for so many years."

Tong Yixin stared at the flame on the little candle, and whispered, "Because I really liked it before."

Wei Feng was even more confused: "Then why can't he get back together when he comes back?"

Tong Yixin didn't know what to say, so he took a sip.

Wei Feng thought for two seconds, then suddenly said: "You just do too little and think too much."

While drinking, Tong Yixin signaled him to continue with his eyes.

Wei Feng: "Have sex with him once, and nothing will happen."

Tong Yixin choked on the wine, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

Wei Feng continued to persuade: "How long have you been vacant, hey, I remembered, did you have sex with him alone?"

Tong Yixin blushed from choking, and didn't want to continue talking about this topic with him.

Wei Feng handed him a piece of paper and said, "It's fine if you don't want to get back together with him again. I met a man a while ago, and he's also tall and handsome. You might like it."

Tong Yixin waved his hand: "No, no, no."

Wei Feng said indifferently: "Then treat it as a friend."

Tong Yixin was full of resistance: "Do you remember? You introduced someone to eat with us before, in his thirties, Huang Haixu, remember?"

Wei Feng: "Remember, the one who started his own company looks quite upright. He even told me that he likes you very much. Didn't you miss him?"

Tong Yixin blushed a little from drinking, and said speechlessly: "It's not because he didn't like his question. Not long after that meeting, I received a photo of him and a girl in the mailbox."

Wei Feng didn't hear what Tong Yixin said about it at all, and frowned, "What's going on?"

Tong Yixin drank a little too much. He didn't intend to tell Wei Feng about this before, but now he spit out all his brains: "That's right, that girl is holding his arm, looking super intimate," Tong Yixin said exaggeratedly , "It's super super, I just missed kissing him on the face."

Wei Feng was stunned: "What's the situation?"

"And then there are other photos." Tong Yixin shook his head speechlessly, "He went into the hotel with that girl."

Wei Feng: "Is he a twin?"

Tong Yixin smiled: "Then I don't know, it's quite nonsensical anyway. You don't want to introduce me anymore, I didn't want to find someone at first."

Wei Feng didn't know about this situation either. He knew people from all walks of life, from all walks of life, from all walks of life, from all walks of life, from all walks of life, and could make friends if they were pleasing to the eye and chatted well. I really didn't expect this to happen.But he suddenly felt that something was wrong, squinted his eyes and said in confusion: "Who sent you the email?"

Tong Yixin didn't know either: "I asked, but the person didn't reply to my email, and I haven't seen the email address either."

"It's so strange," Wei Feng frowned, "You have to be careful."

Tong Yixin ate a small french fries with wine and said, "It's okay, it was several months ago, and nothing happened."

Wei Feng said worriedly: "Isn't it that some pervert is following you, you are so smooth and tender."

Tong Yixin: "?" What kind of adjective is smooth skin and tender meat?

"Ah Chiu!" Yan Xuan, who was working overtime, sneezed, scratched his hair, and put on a dress silently.

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