Louis can't refuse

Chi Yao waited for a while, then got up and opened the curtains, the sun was just dawning, the sun was weak, and it didn't feel like it was shining directly on his face.There was still an hour or two before work time, and he woke up naturally as usual.

It is the aftereffect of being locked up in the unmanagement center for a year, and it has not been broken until now.

He didn't bother to break it either.

Originally, the term of serving a prison sentence was one year, and most of them could apply for parole to leave early if they behaved well. However, due to the pressure of public opinion, Chi Yao’s crime of gland transplantation has been changing and adjusting. It took another half a year to be released.

He missed the time for the college entrance examination, and he repeated the study for another year in a daze. He spent every day in anxiety. When he heard a teacher yelling at a student, he would always hold the sharpened pencil tightly and make a defensive gesture. He subconsciously thought it was a prison guard. People are going to be punished again.

The final grades were not satisfactory, but Chi Yao didn't care too much, because he knew that with his criminal record, even if he was admitted to a prestigious school, his employment after graduation would be very restricted.

Fortunately, his spoken English is not bad, and N City is a coastal city, and there are a lot of travel agencies dealing with outbound tourism, so he became a tour guide.

Even when there was a shortage of manpower, he also had to take care of driving. Chi Yao was very uncomfortable at first. He was used to having a driver driving, and often forgot to pull out the keys of the bus.

Or almost got into a fight with a difficult tourist.

But soon, he adapted to the job just as he adapted to the prison.

In the service industry, pretending to be a grandson is a necessary skill.

But other than that, there's nothing wrong with it.

The income is just enough, anyway, his current pastime is only games and movies.

The itinerary is uncertain, eliminating the trouble of buying a house.

Life has been like this, it can't get any worse.

A pool of stagnant water, no turning point.Occasionally, I have the idea of ​​rising up, but I give up because I have no goal.

Chi Yao glanced at the somewhat messy rental house, and didn't have the desire to clean it up, so he turned and went out to the company.

To go to the subway station, you have to pass his grandmother's old villa. The old lady has been taken to Chi's house for the elderly, and the house has been hung up in the auction house. It has been unoccupied for several years. The ivy in the yard is growing luxuriantly, and even the swing on the roof has been destroyed. Cover it tightly.

He knew that selling the house was Chi Rong's order, and he wanted to use this to let Chi Yao go home and be his obedient son, Qiao Xinfeng's assistant and brother.

Chi Yao thought that he didn't need their pity to take him in. Chi's family of three was fine like this. It is true that he once endured them being under the same roof for the sake of his succession, but now it was unnecessary.

So, he stayed in N City for nine years, and during that time he heard news about Feng Luyi one after another, knowing that he declined several new media companies' invitations to sign contracts, and that he didn't take the road of Internet celebrity like the protagonists of many hot events. I didn't take the college entrance examination either, but chose to study abroad.

Unexpectedly, the person who stayed in N City in the end was himself.

Feng Luyi has gone far away, only he is still standing still.

After reminiscing, the whole morning meeting was over, Chi Yao looked at his reflection on the elevator door, his hair was kept at a moderate length, and the tips of his hair hung down meticulously, just like most people whose edges and corners have been smoothed by life.

But there are always rough things. For example, during the boring time waiting for the elevator, the thinking will always diverge to Feng Luyi.

I don't know what he looks like now.

You must be doing well, this traitor who betrayed himself.

He fantasized about many possibilities, but none of them could be verified.

After all, the protagonist himself chose to fade out of the public eye. Gradually, this sensational gland transplant case was rarely mentioned again.

The only people who are still interested in it are probably some people who lack the resources to talk after dinner.

After getting out of the elevator and walking outside the door of the lounge, I heard the interns who had just arrived whispering.

"Don't you think that senior named Chi in the company is a bit strange?"

"Yeah, people are very gloomy, and they don't talk much, so I don't feel easy to get along with."

Chi Yao listened to them discussing himself with a blank face.

Gloomy, not talkative, never thought that these adjectives that used to belong to Feng Louis would one day be used on himself.

That's enough, I don't know how many times von Louis was mentioned today.

It should be enough.

Chi Yao was very irritable. According to the time he set for himself, he had to go to the cafeteria to eat at twelve o'clock, but now it was over 5 minutes, and the meal card was still in the cabinet in the lounge. time to walk in.

"Shh, keep your voice down when you speak ill of others. I heard from the president yesterday that he has a criminal record. He was jailed in high school for coercing his classmates to transplant glands."

"I'm not targeting anyone, but the bullies on campus are scumbags. They were so bad when they were teenagers. It's probably even more terrifying now."

After an uproar, an unharmonious voice appeared.

"Is it possible... that he has repented?"

At 12 minutes past 10 o'clock, Chi Yao finally couldn't hold back anymore, pushed the door open and walked in.

The discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone buried their heads behind the screen of their mobile phones.

Chi Yao took out the meal card, smiled and thanked Wei Wei who spoke for him just now.

It's funny to say that the only colleague in the company who can say a few words, his surname is Aiba, is Japanese. He said that because of the pronunciation of the word Chi Yao, it sounds very similar to his sister's name "Chiyo", So feel very kind.

Aiba returned a wider smile.

Chi Yao could only point to his mobile phone, and asked politely, "What are you looking at?"

Xiang Ye then sent him the link on WeChat, and said shyly, "I plan to give this to my sister when she celebrates her birthday next year, but it's too expensive, and I have to save more money, if it's too late..."

Aiba didn't say the word "credit" behind it.

Chi Yao clicked on the link, and on the page of the second-hand website, the product on the shelves was a Patek Philippe watch, and a model of the one he lost many years ago.

The price is only one hundred thousand, less than half of the original market price.

He was a little emotional.

In nine years, everything around him has changed more than he imagined.

For example, Patek Philippe's Nautilus series has not become limited, but has launched more new models one after another.Recently, the joint name with Givenchy has been sold at a high price of more than 7511 million after the suspension of production. His ordinary [-] model is really not enough.

For another example, offline usury, which was rampant in the past, is now in a slump. Instead, major Internet companies have started online loans, which are called borrowing money to rescue emergencies, and the essence is to legalize blood-sucking.

Aiba showed Chi Yao the chat records between him and the seller, and the other party took a photo of the serial number to prove the authenticity.

The serial number of each watch is unique, so when Chi Yao saw that line of numbers, his pupils shrank suddenly.

It turned out that it was not the same model, but the same watch at all.

No, at the beginning he believed that Feng Louis had stolen the watch, so why did it appear on second-hand websites after so many years?

This watch, like a depth bomb, exploded in his heart, heralding that the two staggered parallel lines would intersect again.

Chi Yao was restless, he hurriedly bid farewell to Aiba, and went to the cafeteria alone.

On the way, Wen Yuelai sent a text message.

"In a few days, the high school reunion, you don't come every year, should you come this year?"

Half a minute later, it seemed that he was afraid that he would refuse, so he added another sentence.

"I contacted Feng Louis, and he will also return to N City."