Are you in love, my white moonlight

Yuan Deng stooped and got into the car.

The car starts and merges into traffic.

After the expensive car drove away, under a big banyan tree in front of Chunqiu Building, a person turned out from the back of the trunk.

The last twilight of sunset fell on his face covered with gullies, illuminating the complex expressions on his face and the clenched fists beside him.

When Yuandeng and Yongjipu returned to Yong's house, a table was full of food.

Yong's father and Yong's mother had already sat in their seats. The two were chatting without moving their chopsticks, apparently waiting for them to come back.

When Yong's mother saw them, she hurriedly urged them to wash their hands and eat at the table.

As soon as Yuan Deng sat down, Mother Yong put a piece of meat in his bowl with her serving chopsticks.

"Oh, my God, Xiaodeng has lost a lot of weight in just a few days. You have a sharp chin... Do you not eat well? Come, come, eat more."

Mother Yong added a large piece of meat to him, and said with a smile: "Now that you are back, you have to eat more. Let me tell you, this is the first time I tasted this dish, and I think it suits you very well." You will definitely like this dish. So I asked the chef to go to other places to learn it.”

"Try it quickly and see if it tastes good?"

Yuan Deng looked at the sliced ​​meat in the bowl, which was covered with sauce and shone attractively under the light.

It looks delicious at first glance, but it's too much, the bowl can't fit it, and it's all piled up.

He just wanted to say that he couldn't finish eating so much, but when he looked up, he saw Mother Yong's loving eyes.

The words he wanted to say rolled around in his throat, and he swallowed them back. He raised his chopsticks: "Thank you, auntie."

Hearing this, Yongjipu raised his eyes and looked over.

In the next second, Yuandeng's head was patted by Yong's mother, and she scolded: "Xiaodeng, you are a real child, you are married to Ji Pudu, you are my son, why not?" You still call me aunt now! You want to call me mom, you know?"

Yuan Deng was completely stunned, he looked at Yongji Pu, and found that the other party had buried his head, was concentrating on eating, and kept his ears shut.

So, he could only face it alone. He held back for a while, and stammered, "...Mom...Mom..."

"Hey!" Mother Yong replied with a smile all over her face.

Yuan Deng ate this meal like sitting on pins and needles.

Over the years, he had eaten so many meals at Yong's house, but this meal made him the most uncomfortable.

Yong's father and Yong's mother completely treated him as their own child.Enthusiasm, kindness, and amiability made him feel an unspeakable pressure and guilt, like a huge and wet stone, weighing heavily on his heart.

This feeling lasted until the door of Yong's family was closed behind him, and he managed to calm down.

In the silence, the shadows of the two people under the street lamp were elongated, and the evening wind messed up Yuan Deng's forehead hair.

Yuan Deng brushed aside the broken hair that blocked his eyelashes, and took the lead in breaking the atmosphere of silence.

"When are you going to tell your uncle and aunt about this?"

He didn't say the harsh word "divorce" explicitly, but both of them knew it.

Yongjipu was silent.

Yuan Deng didn't urge him either.

The evening breeze is gentle and cool, gently caressing the flower garden beside me.At this time, the roses have already withered, leaving only a piece of light green and dark green staggered stems and leaves hanging in the wind.

"Little lamp, do you still remember what happened in this flower garden?" Yongjipu said suddenly, and he stretched out his finger to a corner.

"Six years ago, in that corner, where you fell. Remember?"

How could Yuan Deng not remember?

He will always remember that evening.

It was raining lightly, and he ran back from the outside without an umbrella. He ran too fast and didn't pay attention to his feet. He was stumbled by a stone and fell into the rose garden.

When he went out, his clean clothes were stained with mud, his elbows and knees were scraped, and the wound was exposed, with bright red blood gushing out continuously. The blood flowed down his calf, staining his white socks red.

There is no one around, and parents are busy with work, so they will not come to him, let alone help him up, and give him medicine.

He also knew that crying was the most useless thing at this time.But he still felt wronged.

This is his new limited edition sneakers!It was the reward given to him by his parents, because he was the first in the class in the exam.

The result is now stained.

And he was in pain.

Yuan Deng's eyes were filled with tears, and he wiped his eyes with the back of his dirty hand.

"Don't wipe, your hands are dirty." A deep voice sounded from above his head.

A shadow shrouded it, blocking the rain that kept falling.

Yuan Deng raised his head and saw a handsome face. A boy in a white shirt squatted down in front of him holding an umbrella.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes, like a pool of deep water, which can dissolve all uneasiness and grievance.

"Come home with me first."

When he bent down, he could see his thin but broad enough shoulders. The smell on his body was also reassuring. When he got close, he could smell the faint smell of soap on his collar.

Yuan Deng leaned on the boy's back and saw the whole world lift up.In the sound of steady footsteps, his heart was beating vigorously at that moment, just like the most ups and downs in a music memorial.

……

"Is it important to remember?"

Yuan Deng withdrew from his memory and looked away in embarrassment.

"It's very important." Yongjipu smiled, "At least for me."

"...Don't change the subject."

"I didn't change the subject. I just wanted to say, even for the sake of us for so many years, can you give me a chance to explain the ins and outs of the matter to you, in fact, we really... don't have to go to that step. "

"What is the explanation? Don't you go to see him, you deceive me, aren't these facts that really exist?"

Yongjipu's face turned pale, and he took a deep breath: "I swear, I only told you that one lie, and that's really the only one. But it's also—"

Yuan Deng looked at his toes and interrupted him: "Let's talk about it later, I don't want to hear it now."

"it's OK?"

He raised his eyes and stared at Yongjipu.

Yongjipu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a moment later, he pinched the bridge of his nose as if venting his breath, closed his eyes and said, "Then how long will I have to wait?"

Yuan Deng hesitated for a moment and said, "At least after the project is over."

"...OK." Yongjipu nodded, "But I have a few small requests."

"You said."

"First, I hope that before we sign..." Yongjipu paused for a moment, then continued, "Before signing the divorce agreement, both parties will not leak any news."

This is right in Yuan Deng's arms.The interests involved in their marriage are intertwined and complicated, and it is indeed not a suitable threshold to make this matter out.

"it is good."

"Second point, I beg you not to block me again, is that okay?" Yongjipu said softly.

He lowered his head, looking relaxed and listless.

At that moment, Yuan Deng seemed to see in him the German black-backed dog he had raised before.

That German black back is very smart. Every time he makes a mistake, he will squat down on the steps with a low eyebrow, and when he comes out of the room, he will come over, wrap around his legs, want to rub but dare not, and wag his tail. cheerful.

"...All right." Yuan Deng said subconsciously.

"Okay." The depression on Yongjipu's body was swept away immediately, and he was too worried to confirm with Yuan Deng again, "You have confirmed that you have promised that you will not block me again, right?"

It is not Yuan Deng's style of doing things to make a promise to others and then immediately regret it.

Although he does regret it a bit.

So he bit the bullet and admitted: "...Yes. But I also have a request."

The smile on Yongjipu's face subsided: "Speak, I'll listen."

"In the company, we can't let other colleagues know about our relationship. In other words, I don't want you to do anything in the company that makes colleagues suspicious. You don't have to defend me, just treat me as a Ordinary subordinates, just do business."

Yongjipu curled up his hands: "But they bully you, I don't want to—"

"Even if this is the case, so what?" Yuan Deng fixedly looked at him with firm and unquestionable eyes: "I am not a child anymore, I am already an adult, okay? I need it, and I have the ability to do it myself. solve these problems."

"Why don't you always trust me?"

Yuan Deng said the last words very softly, as light as a whisper in his ear.

But Yongjipu still caught it, as well as the flash of disappointment and loss in that sentence.

He suddenly remembered what Yuan Deng said to him in his room before getting married.

——"You always seem to think that I can't do many things. So you take care of everything and carry it all by yourself. You think you can solve those things by yourself, and the things have been solved by you, so I don't need to know about them What's going on. But the problem is, we are lovers. I'm not as stretched as you think, and I can do something for you. "

In the blink of an eye, it seemed that some important discovery flashed by, and he froze in place, silent.

After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind and said in a deep voice, "Okay. I respect your choice."

"If you have any other needs, or help, you can come to me." After finishing speaking, he added, "Not just at work."

"Yuan Deng, the supervisor told you to go to the office."

Early the next morning, as soon as Yuan Deng went to the office next to his colleague, he approached him and raised his voice in a low voice.

"Let me tell you that the supervisor doesn't look very good today. I suggest you proceed carefully. You agree to everything he says first. Don't be stubborn with him, or he will give you a hard time later."

Yuan Deng nodded, indicating that he understood.

He walked to the supervisor's office, the door was open, and the supervisor was standing in front of the window drinking tea with one hand behind his back.

Yuan Deng raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Director, I heard that you are looking for me. What's the matter?"

"Oh. Xiao Yuan is here. Come and sit down first."

In the past few days since joining the company, Yuan Deng has never seen a supervisor treat him so kindly.He was not sure what kind of medicine he was selling in the pot for a while, so he sat down calmly, ready to play by ear.

The supervisor put down the teacup in his hand, and the bottom of the teacup lightly hit the table, making a crisp sound.

"As for me, I came here because I wanted to talk about your development problems. You were also present at the meeting yesterday. Of course what our President Yong said makes sense. I'll think about it when I go back, of course it is. I can't delay you, a talented student."

Top student?

Yuan Deng couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he heard his eccentric statement, but he didn't show it on his face.

The supervisor waited for a while, and seeing that Yuan Deng didn't respond, he laughed and continued.

"I remember that you also participated in our promotion plan selection meeting the day you first came, right? I went back and thought about it for a long time, and I think your statement is somewhat reasonable, but it is true that we are working with these old employees. How did you come into contact with the things you mentioned. It is said that there is a three-year generation gap, and we don’t know how many generation gaps there are.”

Yuan Deng vaguely guessed what he was going to say.

as predicted.

"Just as you said, there are some young people in these customer groups, and we can't ignore them. I thought and thought, and I think no one can do it. I guess I have to entrust you with this difficult task. It can train you and cultivate you, and contribute to our team."

"So, why don't you take charge of the third plan?" The supervisor stared at Yuan Deng and said with a smile.

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