Even so, I still like you

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a tall and long-legged young man was striding across the transparent corridor between the [-]th floor of the Petronas Twin Towers, followed by an assistant holding a notebook.

Because of the physiological gap, the latter chased him a little out of breath: "Tomorrow the legal channel will be extended to 3 minutes, planning to cut a few questions."

"Just cut the ones given by the agent."

"Understood. Also, the manager of GOLLIN called again and asked if they could record a show."

"Tell him exactly what you said, and come when you are ready to have your underwear stripped off."

The assistant silently crossed the notebook: "Finally... Let me see, Fang Haiqin invites you to dinner tonight."

"Row."

At the end of the corridor, the man turned a corner neatly: "Is there anything else?"

"A personal question." The assistant closed the notebook with a snap, looked up at the sign hanging on the door, and said calmly, "Director Zhang, what are you doing in the radio building?"

The young man was silent for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows, "It's a private matter."

The assistant was dumbfounded, raised his hand and pushed the black-rimmed glasses, followed social etiquette and quickly stepped back to leave.

When Zhang Yuhang walked into the studio, several staff members were shuttled back and forth in an orderly manner to prepare for the finishing touches. A girl with a high ponytail saw him and said, half-surprised and half-happy, "Director Zhang!"

This eye-catching man can be called a legend in their station. He has only been on the job for a year and a half, and he is already the co-PD of a column of prime-time programs. No one said anything bad.

Zhang Yuhang smiled and raised his hand at her, calling out the other person's name accurately after only saying a single sentence: "Thank you for your hard work."

Compared with TV programs with pictures and subtitles, broadcasting can be defined as a sunset industry, which is getting more and more depressed. 90.00% of the audience are elderly people, and the remaining 5.00% are office workers who chat and listen while driving.

Through the curved sound-proof glass, one could see three people sitting in the studio, two women and one man. The man had his back to the door, so he didn't know that someone had entered just now.

Zhang Yuhang casually leaned back against the sound-absorbing wall, crossed his arms, and from a distance of a few steps, his gaze scanned the man's soft hair, clean white neckline, and soft knitted vest with a small teddy bear on it. pattern.

The sound engineer turned up the volume, and he heard the soft, shy voice of the man next to his ears: "...I didn't think so far. It would be great if it was popular, but it's more important to continue drawing."

Still so childish.

"Well... I am most grateful to the manager Mr. Gao, the assistants Xiaoshui and Lele, and the station sister Bobo. They are all very patient people. They helped me with many things and allowed me to concentrate on my work. on your own story."

Don't you have more time to play games and be lazy?

The hostess glanced at the time card displayed by the assistant director outside, and continued to ask: "If I remember correctly, this should be the first time you have accepted an invitation to a program, and it coincides with the [-]th anniversary of our talk about painting, it can be said that it is very It's an honor, teacher, can you tell me how you made up your mind? Your 'mental journey'?"

This time, the man was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "Here is the person I want to find."

Jingle Bell--

The broadcast time was over, and the hostess didn't ask any more questions. The three of them stood up and said some polite words in a businesslike manner. The man seemed a little stiff, and as if he was finally relieved, he turned around and glanced at the scene without focus. studio.

Zhang Yuhang didn't move, just stared at him.

There were so many busy people in the studio, only he stood here and stared abruptly, as if he wanted to be discovered by the other party on purpose, but when the tired expression on Shen Tongguang's face was instantly torn apart by shock, Zhang Yuhang turned around and left .

"and many more!"

"Wait a minute!"

There were chaotic footsteps in the originally quiet corridor, which showed how panicked the chasers were. Zhang Yuhang listened intently, and continued to walk forward without changing his expression, as if deliberately playing tricks on him, turned and walked into the smoking room.

He had just taken out a box of cigarettes that had just been unpacked from his pocket, and Shen Tongguang had followed in without hesitation. He was still breathing, his shallow eyelids were slightly red, and his expression of surprise and joy was like that of someone who had strayed into the forest by mistake. fawn.

Zhang Yuhang just glanced at him indifferently: "Are you coming to smoke too?"

Shen Tongguang looked at him almost greedily.

He seems to have grown taller again, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, well-matched high-end brand shirts and trousers, and a very mature haircut.More than a year passed between them silently and slowly. Shen Tongguang was in a dream, and he was so excited that his lips murmured several times before he made a sound: "Zhang Yuhang..."

"Ah."

"How are you doing? I've been..." Shen Tongguang walked a few steps closer, speaking incoherently, as if he was anxious to defend himself, and said clumsily, "I've always missed you."

Zhang Yuhang's slender fingers trembled when he pressed the lighter, and it was almost impossible to check.

"Miss me?" Seemingly unbelievable, Zhang Yuhang laughed lazily, the kind of nonchalant smile he heard when he heard a child say he saw an alien, "This sounds like sexual harassment in the workplace."

The cigarette was ignited, and a little light from the fire was reflected in Shen Tongguang's slightly dilated pupils.

When did he learn to smoke?When was it possible to say hurtful words with such a calm smile, and the expression on his face is also unpredictable?

There was a sudden dull pain in the depths of his heart, and Shen Tongguang took a slow breath: "Listen to me, when you left a year ago, I was really stumped by something, it wasn't on purpose—"

"I do not want to hear."

Zhang Yuhang cut him off indifferently, and spit out a mouthful of light white mist, "I was not sensible at the time, I was impulsive, and it's all over."

His tone was so indifferent that he didn't even bother to mention it, so Shen Tongguang was like a puppet whose thread was cut off on the stage, completely stunned, and lost all words and movements.

"How do I prove it?" Shen Tongguang looked at him blankly, "This time I agreed to the interview with your station, I also thought, maybe, maybe I can meet you. My luck is really good, I saw you the next day."

After Zhang Yuhang listened, he smiled and replied calmly: "It doesn't matter anymore."

One was burning with anxiety, while the other was a fish without water. He had nothing to say in the past, and now he had nothing to say. The silent air was almost suffocating. After smoking half a cigarette, Zhang Yuhang flicked the cigarette butt into it at will. In the trash can, get up and walk out.

The moment he passed by Shen Tongguang, he suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked down at the grasped hand: "Is there anything else?"

Shen Tongguang grabbed him almost with all his strength, his cold fingertips turned white.

"Do you remember this?" With a trembling voice, he pulled out a thin silver chain from his collar, "The first gift you gave me, I like it very much, I wear it well all the time, I have imagined Many times, when I see you again, I must show you."

The little blue planet twirled at his fingertips, reflecting a lustrous and quiet light, illuminating their eyes.

Watched by Shen Tongguang's expectant eyes, Zhang Yuhang was stunned for a few seconds, and then carelessly raised the corners of his lips.

He said: "It's not something valuable, why bother to keep it."

He can already buy ten such simple necklaces a month, but he no longer has the ecstasy of saving a month's internship salary to buy them.

Not believing that he could say such piercing words, Shen Tongguang looked at him in astonishment, unknowingly let go of his hand, and suppressed his frustration so as not to shed tears.The surprise, excitement, and happiness of the first meeting were all wiped out, leaving only ruined ashes all over the floor.

Originally separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, I didn't expect to see each other with great difficulty, and it seemed to be even further apart.

He will never be a smooth adult, his loneliness and grievances are almost written all over his face, Zhang Yuhang sat on the wall and watched silently, then got away to leave, after thinking for a while, he took out a business card from his pocket: "Yes, Please leave a contact information, we may have the opportunity to cooperate together in the future, Teacher Shen."

Shen Tongguang suddenly looked up into his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, bit his lips hard, retreated step by step guiltily, and could only look down at the white business card.

"Why," Zhang Yuhang moved his fingers, making a gesture of recycling, "Don't you want it?"

He clearly did it on purpose, Shen Tongguang's chest was sore and limp, his head drooped even lower, but his hands stretched out quickly uncontrollably, fearing that he would regret it, he squeezed tightly the business card with Zhang Yuhang's cell phone number written on it.

Zhang Yuhang chuckled, let go of his hand, and left without looking back.

He went all the way back to his office, and the assistant jumped up from his seat and followed him, urging him sternly: "Boss, you and Fang Haiqin have an appointment at Sharkfin Palace in the city center at five o'clock, and it will be too late soon."

"I know, I'll change clothes first." Zhang Yuhang walked into the inner room without looking back, and said the second half of the sentence through the door panel in a low voice, "The smell of smoke is too bad."

Oh, I understand, the assistant nodded thoughtfully, always be careful when meeting women, wait, when did the boss start smoking?

Inside the door, Zhang Yuhang quickly took off his clothes and threw the box of new cigarettes into the trash can, thinking regretfully that he really shouldn't smoke just to look cool with Shen Tongguang.

The author says:

It won't be cruel (sure)