Flash marriage does not end well

On New Year's Eve of this year, all houses are lit up.Amidst the sound of New Year's greetings one after another, Lin Qian leaned on the corner of the sofa and fell asleep.Lively and cheerful party music came out from the TV stereo, accompanied by my aunt's voice from time to time, which was no longer as clear and high-pitched as before. Curtain quietly returned to childhood.

When it was close to midnight, he was woken up by his cousin. After rubbing his eyes twice, the oily aroma of the freshly boiled dumpling stuffing wafted out of the kitchen. Brother Yitong laughed.

He stretched his sore limbs and walked towards the kitchen, the phone in his pocket vibrating non-stop.He took it out and saw that the interface was still on the WeChat message that Wen Zhihan sent him in the morning, and the roots of his teeth were numb for a moment.

Wen Zhihan didn't come back with him, and when he knocked on the door alone with a not-so-good look on his face, both his aunt and cousin showed beaming smiles, and even the action of cleaning and pouring water into the sewer was easier. Wen Yang who just woke up showed a little regret.

After he entered the door, he tossed his cell phone away, and was busy with his work, not idle for a moment.

After receiving the filled dumplings from her aunt, Lin Qian turned her eyes back to the screen, feeling that her emotions had calmed down a lot, and when she was about to cut away, a red envelope suddenly popped up in the dialog box.

[To Wen Yang. ]

The cover of the red envelope still has a picture of a little tiger. The little tiger is drooling in the lower right corner of the red envelope, looking not very smart.

A deep sense of disobedience hit my heart.

He pouted, intending to ignore it, but the phone vibrated again.

[Adults can't blackmail children's money. ]

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Lin Qian couldn't help raising his head, and glanced at Wen Yang who was sitting at the dining table and yawning sleepily, and the latter also raised his head and looked at him as if telepathically, his slightly moist eyes were pure and innocent.

For a moment, Lin Qian had the illusion that he was really a vicious father. After recovering, he couldn't help grinding his teeth, and immediately wanted to block Wen Zhihan.

[If you don’t speak, you can’t be hit by me, right? ]

[If you block me, it will prove that what I said is right. ]

"..."

Lin Qian had already pointed at La Hei's finger and retracted abruptly, sitting in secret for a while sullen, and finally opened the red envelope with a dark face.

A motion effect of a little tiger standing on a red drum and dancing appeared on the screen immediately.

"..."

So stupid.

Lin Qian stuffed a whole dumpling into his mouth, and chewed it in big mouthfuls, muttering silently while chewing, don't talk to him, don't break the merit.

After a dumpling was eaten, the phone buzzed and vibrated again.

He immediately got angry, grabbed the phone and was about to mute it, but this time Wen Zhihan sent a picture seriously.

It is the night sky shot from indoors. The night is deep and dotted with stars, and there are hazy tree shadows underneath, quiet and silent.

He recognized at a glance that this was the perspective from Wen Zhihan and his wedding room, and even the exposed curtains were exactly the same as before.

His thoughts were drawn, drifting back to the depths of his memory.

At the same moment, Wen Zhihan, who was standing in the room, pressed the send button, and the small gray arc turned for half a second, conveying his truest mood at the moment to the other party.

[Tonight should be celebrated, for the hundreds of millions of stars. ]

Lin Qian's eyes moved to the top of the screen, and the time happened to jump to 00:00 at that second. Dozens of New Year's blessings suddenly bloomed like fireworks, and the TV behind him also played cheerful and soothing ritual music.

Inspired by the strong atmosphere, his heart seemed to be soaked in warm water to calm down a little bit, and then reluctantly saved the night sky sent by the other party.

Holidays always go by very quickly, especially after my aunt and cousin left in the third year of junior high school. Apart from taking Wen Yang to the winter camp every day, Lin Qian studied cooking in different ways and tried to keep up with the one who was being fed up by her aunt. Wen Yang's mouth, most of the rest of the time is to start some rehabilitation of basic painting skills, and to receive some spam messages on time.

"Trash?"

Han Dong on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, "What kind of spam? Can't you block it?"

Lin Qian plunged the paintbrush in his hand into the water and stirred it viciously twice.

"It can't be blacked out."

If you block it, you are a black hearted person.

"Why can't you get blocked?? Calling you dead?" Han Dong was so confused that he amplified his volume, and then he shuddered, "Wait, you won't take out naked loans, right? Talk to Wen Zhihan about the lack of money, Why go that far!"

Lin Qian: "..."

Then he hung up the phone resolutely, and then exhaled deeply at the to-do-list that Wen Zhihan also sent on time today.

From the second day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Zhihan seemed to have re-entered the working state. Every morning at [-] o'clock, he sent a long list, densely filled with some reports, calculations, evaluations, etc. that Lin Qian could not understand. Things will not stop until ten o'clock in the evening, and the completed work will be crossed out, so that Lin Qian, who is still unemployed in society, will have the illusion of being involved in the scene even during the Chinese New Year. Get up from the bed, rack your brains to find something to do, in order to soothe your uneasy conscience.

What makes people scratch their heads even more is that in Wen Zhihan's seemingly well-organized list, there is one item: talk to Lin Qian, and then every night at ten o'clock in a list of neatly crossed-out items, this The article seems very abrupt.

A few days later, Lin Qian finally lost her composure and typed a line of words.

[Am I a punch card machine?Wen Zhihan, pay attention to me! ]

While waving the spatula to stir-fry vegetables, he held his mobile phone and waited for the other party's reply. Finally, a new message popped up. When he clicked on it, Wen Zhihan sent him a scanned copy of the contract this time.

"..."

Think of him as a file transfer assistant again, right?

Give him face.

Lin Qian threw away the spatula with a "snap", turned off the gas, dialed through a voice, and heard the other party laugh softly on the other end in a panic before hanging up the phone in a panic. That item of "speaking to Lin Qian", regretted so much that he clapped his disappointing hands more than a dozen times.

On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, Wenyang's winter camp finally ended. Han Dong came back from his hometown and took the two of them home.

Lin Qian's job-seeking software has gradually become more and more popular with the beginning of spring, and he receives many companies who take the initiative to say hello every day.The one with the most active chat even made an appointment for a video interview on the same day. Lin Qian hurriedly washed her face, found a clean corner and held up her mobile phone, chatting with the other party for half an hour.

On the opposite side is a girl who doesn't seem to be very old, wearing a mask, and holding a pen in her hand while talking and taking notes.

After chatting for a few minutes, Lin Qian knew that this company did not match his job search direction, but seeing the serious-looking girl in the video, she didn't directly reject her, thinking that it would be fine to help the other party complete a KPI even if it took some time. .

He thought it was just a small episode, until he took a lunch break in the afternoon and received a call from Han Dong.

"Hey wake up, Lin Qian, look at your phone, I sent you the link."

He opened the link in a daze.

It's a marketing account on a certain public social software, mainly to pick up some social animal complaints and the like. The number of fans and interactions is not small, and the one that Han Dong forwarded to him has the highest number of reposts.

The topic is: I found out that a candidate interviewed today has tens of millions of paintings in his home. Am I worthy of an interview?

The following is a detailed description of the process, and a screenshot of the video interview is also included. Even if the face was coded off, Lin Qian still quickly recognized that it was himself and his home, and the painting mentioned in it was the last time The pair that Wen Zhihan gave him was too hasty this morning, and he forgot to put it away, but unexpectedly it was intercepted.

At first, the forwarding and discussion were quite normal, and they were basically just lamenting that the money is really good, until an account with the strange ID of "sending warmth and exclusive marriage certificate girl" appeared, and the yin and yang forwarded it strangely and said "marketing number Don't make it up, this painting has already been photographed by our President of Wenzhou University and given to Song Lin, it will be hard to cheat the traffic, okay?" Afterwards, it was reposted repeatedly.

Lin Qian frowned and read this sentence two or three times, and then clicked into the homepages of the most active accounts, only to realize it belatedly.

Why are Wen Zhihan and Song Lin still CP fans? ? ?