blowing clouds

Regarding the way Chen Xiyang chose to spend the holiday, neither the father nor the mother would have any objections. Lin Ji kept silent, but when he heard the news from Chen Xiyang, his hand holding the chopsticks stiffened in mid-air moment.

So for Lin Ji, this summer vacation is special and long. Although he lives in a building with bright and clean windows, most of the time his home is quiet and deserted. Chen Li and Lu Yan have to be busy in the store, and Chen Xiyang also He often returns or leaves by stepping on the stars and the moon, facing the dawn, and the one who keeps him company the most is the lonely sea of ​​questions.It seems that from a certain moment, the fate broke down, and the originally warm little home became out of shape, but he couldn't figure out the exact reason, let alone the solution.

It seems that there are only a small number of people who are washed away by the torrent of the times, because more people have already disappeared in a dull life before the torrent of the times.

Correspondingly, Chen Xiyang, who seems to have escaped, has he found a Taoyuan that can withstand the punch of fate?The answer is obviously no.

Based on Xu Donghai’s family background, and the fact that the editorial department is all gentle and kind from the editor-in-chief to the editor-in-charge, young people will not be excluded at all here, and Chen Xiyang did get his wish to see various literary works that are hard to find in the market. But these don't seem to be enough to change his unlucky life into a modifier.

Literary works that do not contain emotions may exist, but they cannot be famous, let alone handed down from generation to generation. The reason why excellent works, especially foreign works, can make people with different mother tongues have the same thinking and feelings is nothing more than one of them. Emotions are shared by all.To a certain extent, death and love are the whole of life, and they are the core of many popular works. The more Chen Xiyang reads, the more he thinks about them. people have not changed.

Chen Xiyang's vision opened up, his mind widened, and even his soul flew into the distance, but his body was still deeply buried in the soil.The turbulent emotions will give wings to the free people, and will also bring trouble to the people who are in the mud. Chen Xiyang is more and more puzzled, how Xu Donghai is so happy every day.

They are like two mice falling into a rice bowl. The rice bowl is unfathomable and unattainable. Chen Xiyang knows that he can't get out. The root of this is probably Xu Donghai's ability to build his own home in the tank.

Half a month after they came to the publishing house, they received a batch of new books from Japan, a neighboring country across the sea - "Norwegian Forest" by Haruki Murakami.

This work, dubbed the yellow book by A Ling, the only female editor in charge of the editorial department, intensified the emotion and pain in Chen Xiyang's heart again.Although the causes are very different, he seems to be able to understand the hesitation and hesitation in the protagonist's heart. Unfortunately, this resonance seems useless.Chen Xiyang even thought that some pains could not be relieved, let alone healed, and everything was useless. He was faintly worried that he would take a wandering way to block the erosion of pain.

Perhaps this kind of psychology can also explain to a certain extent why there are more and more deeds of people disqualified in the society.

Xu Donghai still treats people with the same enthusiasm as in the dormitory of the school. While letting go of his horizons, he has also become a friend of everyone in the editorial department. Everyone must hope that he can take a formal job here after graduation, but Chen Xiyang, although not too annoying Annoyed, but he was remembered as a taciturn young man.Brother Gan also reminded Chen Xiyang in private more than once, but he just said: "It's good for everyone to get along normally, why bother to be warm friends?"

Xu Donghai scratched his head and muttered: "I feel like you've become more and more emotional recently, you guys are quite suitable to be a writer..."

At the end of July, the full-time employees of the editorial department received their salaries for this month, but due to procedural problems, the internship salaries of the two young people were not paid. The department chief editor Mr. Tang immediately waved his hand and invited them to dinner.

Chen Xiyang didn't want to go at first, but he couldn't hold back the enthusiasm of the crowd, so he couldn't save face, so he had to agree.A group of people packed their things lively, and some lined up to call home to say that there would be less cooking for one person. By the time they walked out of the publishing house in a mighty way, talking and laughing, it was already a while before they got off work. There was fire and clouds floating in the sky, which was really beautiful. A group of people exuding literature and art in their bones stopped at the same time, half joking and half earnestly clamoring to write a poem.

The heat wave in the air was not so hot anymore, Chen Xiyang looked up at the sky like everyone else, even though he didn't have the taste for poetry, he was still lost in thought.

He inexplicably came up with an idea, that is, the midsummer is the time when people are most likely to feel lonely, because the cold winter itself contains many negative connotations that people give it, and the hot midsummer, it even accompanies people's lonely behavior None, very stingy.

In the dusk of summer, he was out of tune with the people around him. This sudden burst of loneliness made Chen Xiyang hopelessly think again of the question that would arise countless times in that day: What is Aji doing now?

In this state of mind, Chen Xiyang didn't notice at all that Tang Laozheng was pinching his beard with one hand and shaking the fan with the other, moving his lips and planning to write a poem.

However, everyone was still unable to hear this masterpiece. A brand-new Mitsubishi sedan sped up, made a harsh friction sound, and then stopped suddenly in front of everyone.When Chen Xiyang came back to his senses, he found that the colleagues beside him were not panicked or scolded, but were staring at the dark green car glass and looking at the inside of the car together, their expressions were hesitant to speak.

The only one with confusion on his face was Xu Donghai. The two looked at each other, both feeling baffled.

The driver pushed the door down with a smile. He was a thin young man, whose clothes seemed to be one size too big. He ignored the crowd on the side of the road, but made a detour to the other side of the car. He bent down and opened the door.

Maybe he thinks his movements are elegant, but to outsiders he looks like a dancing monkey.

If he was alone on the road, Chen Xiyang would not take a second look at such boring people and things, but when another young man got off the back seat with a smile on his face, Chen Xiyang's eyes were firmly attracted by him up.

It was a very handsome young man, dressed in a foreign style, and when he got out of the car, the jewelry nails all over his body rattled. Under the huge sunglasses, he had a straight nose and a small mouth, like a movie star, and his face looked real. Powdered.

He raised his scallion-like fingers and pushed the sunglasses to his forehead. With his movements, the strong smell of perfume surged in the air: "Hey, Mr. Tang, you guys got off work late enough today."

Elder Tang actually smiled kindly, he might have the same attitude towards anyone: "Xiao Ding, haven't you come to work for almost a month?"

Chen Xiyang suddenly remembered that sometimes colleagues would mention "Xiao Ding" when talking, and once he brought this name, his tone would change subtly, but he was not wrong, so he never asked this person, but analyzed that he seemed to be a very A colleague who hasn't come to work for a long time, when I saw him today, I didn't expect it to look like this.

"Hey, tell the boss that you should deduct your wages, don't be polite to me..." Xiao Ding smiled with beautiful lips and teeth, which can be called red lips and white teeth. He is definitely not very old, and he turned to the side again The man with a fawning smile on his face said, "Okay, you can go back, I'm going to work."

The thin monkey-like man continued to ignore the crowd of onlookers, and put his hands on Xiaoding's shoulders: "What are you doing back at work so late? Come dance with me?"

"Forget it," Xiao Ding suddenly pinched the other person's face, his movements were extremely intimate, "I'm not in the mood today, let's talk back."

This act of acting like no one else made Chen Xiyang's eyes widen suddenly, as if he knew for the first time today that his hands have the function of pinching his face.

Only then did the man glance around at the crowd, as if he knew that it was impossible for him to achieve his wish today, he could only sigh, and patted his car door reluctantly: "Then I'm leaving, pay attention to the text message I sent you. "

Xiao Ding waved his hands quickly, with the corners of his mouth curled up, but the sunglasses that were originally on his forehead fell back to their original positions, and it was hard to see whether there was a real smile in his eyes.

After the Mitsubishi sedan left in the dust, Xiao Ding walked up to Mr. Tang with a smile, grabbed the fan in his hand and fanned him quickly: "Mr. Tang, why did you leave together and fight in groups?"

Elder Tang smiled helplessly: "It's not big or small, we took two intern children to dinner, you just came, let's go together."

Xiao Ding was obviously not interested, and returned the fan to him: "I'm tired today, I'll talk about it later, I'll go back to work and take a nap for a while."

Elder Tang looked back at his back as he walked towards the gate of the publishing house: "Don't you dislike the environment in the lounge? Why don't you go home and sleep?"

"No, the old man has been nagging again recently, I have to avoid him... Ah, when will our editorial department come to these two handsome guys, I will invite you another day."

When passing by Xu Donghai and Chen Xiyang, Xiao Ding glanced at them. Chen Xiyang felt that the perfume on the other party was very pungent, but after inhaling it, the smell was not so greasy.Xu Donghai frowned the whole time, as if he had opened his eyes. It was the first time he was so reserved in front of strangers, without even saying hello.

After this interruption, no one mentioned the matter of writing poetry. Seeing that it was getting dark, the group of people quickened their pace and walked to the reserved restaurant. The topic of their conversation naturally turned to that little Ding, but they seemed to be used to it.

Chen Xiyang was thinking while walking, Xu Donghai couldn't hold back his words, he couldn't help but squeezed through the crowd and got beside Mr. Tang: "Editor Tang, who is that person, do you all know him?"

"Xiao Ding, Ding Zhaoyan," Elder Tang shook his head and smiled wryly, as if he had nothing to do with this young man, "Isn't the name good? It comes from Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteous Qi". .”

"Ding Zhaoyan..." Xu Donghai muttered, "I heard that everyone mentioned this name sometimes, is it our colleague? Why did he come to work today? Isn't he still at work..."

Elder Tang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Son of the deputy mayor's family, is it important whether you go to work or not? Xiao Ding has a good personality like you, and gets along well with us. Although he never comes to work, everyone has his own personality. He pursued his own pursuit, and no one accused him of anything."

"Why did the deputy mayor have this..." Xu Donghai was speechless, "He seems to have a good personality, but just now...it's weird, what is his relationship with that man?"

A Ling couldn't help but covered her mouth and smiled: "Okay, Dong Hai, don't ask."

Chen Xiyang silently raised his head and looked at the back of A Ling's head, as if he wanted to see what was in her smile.

"If you don't let him ask about it today, then it's time to inquire about it later," Mr. Tang opened his folding fan, his voice slightly lowered, "Xiao Ding never hides it, and he is not afraid of what outsiders say. He really tells most boys What you like is different... I don’t know if you hate it, but those of us who are exposed to text read a lot, and our minds should be broad-minded, even if we can’t accept it, just ignore it and don’t hurt it.”

As he spoke, Elder Tang's tone became somewhat serious, obviously it wasn't because of Ding Zhaoyan's status as the mayor's son that he said these words.Xu Donghai nodded thoughtfully: "I just don't understand for a moment, so ask, why do I care about other people's affairs?"

This is unfamiliarity. When we get to know each other well in the future, I'm afraid Xu Donghai will inevitably make jokes about this topic...

Their conversations, as well as other people's whispers in different tones, fell into Chen Xiyang's ears. He couldn't forget this person he just met, because he didn't understand, why did the other party dare to do this?

He looked back silently, they had gone a long way, and the shadow of the publishing house was no longer visible.