Try changing my plan again?

▍Like is to hand the knife to the other party with your own hands.

Ruan Mian fumbled back to the room, closed the door, did not dare to look at Jiang Song from the beginning to the end, even forgot to say the usual good night.

Jiang Song looked at his trembling and seemingly messy beating posture, the center of his eyebrows moved slightly, and then he slightly closed his eyebrows, eyes and lips and smiled.

The warm colors of the wall lamps on the stairs hit the fluttering eyelashes, he walked up the third floor quickly with his head down, entered the room, went to bed, turned off the lights, and fell asleep.

On the other side, Ruan Mian returned to the room, threw herself on the bed, covered her head with a pillow, and rolled around.

A small pool that has been quiet for more than 20 years is suddenly thrown into a... big brick, and the movement is a bit loud.

All those strange words of Geng Wanwan came out of his mind, and together with the various scenes of him and Jiang Song getting along in the past, they tangled up into Shaolin serial fists and beat his central nervous system fiercely.

"Fuck..."

Ruan Mian was really terrified. He buried his head in the pillow and refused to come out. He didn't know whether it was because of hypoxia, insufficient blood supply to the brain, or the tactical drowsiness of his body under the self-protection mechanism. He actually fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know if it can be counted as falling asleep, anyway, the brain has not completely stopped functioning.

He dreamed that he was back when he was a child, very small, about three or four years old, the images in his memory were dark and mottled, covered with a thick layer of rusty yellow by the years, and there was a faint smell of mothballs in the air.

At that time, the wall in the house was old and outdated, the lower half was a green dado painted with paint, and the rest of the white was not pure enough, and was messed up by colored crayons. There were two awards on it, and a brown wooden square table was propped against the wall , it is clearly a table for four, and the only people sitting on it to eat will always be him and his mother.

Mother's life is very regular, she wakes up at [-]:[-] in the morning, walks two kilometers to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and one day a week, she will bring a deep-fried dough stick or a piece of fried dough cake on the way back, so that Xiao Ruanmian can have a luxury.

She never ate it, but just smiled and watched her son devour it, as if she was happier than eating it herself.

For her, the years are boring day after day, doing housework and washing clothes in the morning, and keeping the house spotless.I make lunch near noon, put my son to take a nap after lunch, and then face a long and boring whole afternoon.

She can't sleep most of the time.

Little Ruan Mian can't remember how many times when she woke up, she saw her mother alone on the balcony, sitting on a small bench, her thin figure was thin and lonely, and her eyes were full of hopeless expectations, watching the people coming and going on the street, watching of undivided attention.

She waited and waited for more than ten years, but in the end no one came, and the two of them were still the only ones in the family.

Occasionally, she would bring up all kinds of things when she was young, chew and grind up the man's first fondness, and babbled about it to Xiao Ruan Mian. She didn't know whether she really wanted to tell him or was forcing herself to live on those memories.

The little Ruan Mian couldn't understand at all, but he was willing to listen, because only at this time would there be a smile on his mother's face, her eyes filled with happiness and longing, but he didn't understand why her mother was always smiling , shed tears.

She always believed that the man would come back after playing enough, and he did come back, but with a divorce agreement.

Ruan Mian is a sensible child, who grew up steadily and steadily, running between home, school and studio every day, completely free from the worrisome hobbies and problems of his peers.

Even if life is incomplete and poor, at least his mother loves him enough to make him thrive.

Ruan Mian couldn't remember whether it was spring or autumn, but he only remembered that the day was sunny, he was carrying his drawing board on his back and came home from get out of class, and ran into Ruan Guocheng who hadn't seen him for many years on the street.

The figure of the middle-aged man is still very good, with a little girl and a young woman by his side, talking and laughing as a family of three.

They should be living a prosperous life. After all, Ruan Guocheng had a successful career at that time. It can be seen from his clothes, the young woman's satchel, the little girl's skirt, and the luxury car they were going to get in at the end.

This is a happy and carefree family, and some expectations are simply a joke.

In the dream, Ruan Mian was the same as back then, standing at the diagonal corner of the street, clenched his fists tightly and trembling all over, just looking and looking, he forgot to blink his eyes, the emotions in his chest were surging up and down, making his eyes tremble. Black's mind went blank.

He shivered suddenly.

Ruan Guocheng's hazy face gradually began to distort and deform, turning into another person's appearance.

The man looked up at Ruan Mian, showing an elegant but indifferent smile, and said to him from a distance, "Look, we all have our own homes."

Even though we are so far away, every word and every word can be clearly poured into our ears.

Although the picture is chaotic and blurry, Jiang Song's face is still so clear and beautiful, with well-defined outlines, and his cold white skin has a sense of beauty without warmth. He took the woman and child into the car and drove away.

Ruan Mian didn't want to look at it, but she couldn't move her eyes away.

--"boom!"

The crashing of objects and the ground is especially thrilling at night.

Ruan Mian broke free from the dream and jumped off the bed.

He wiped off the fine and dense layer of sweat on his forehead, his back was already soaked, the temperature of the central air conditioner was set too low, and when he came out of the quilt to catch the wind, he shivered again from the cold.

The accidentally injured cup was still lying on the ground, Ruan Mian heaved a sigh of relief, turned on the desk lamp, and got out of bed with bare feet to clean up the mess.

He took out a paper towel to dry the water indiscriminately, and sat on the floor tiredly leaning against the edge of the bed, staring at the darkness for a long time.

In the morning, the sun is shining.

Ruan Mian was sitting in the co-pilot with huge dark circles under his eyes, looking out of the window in a gloomy manner all the way, without saying a word, Jiang Song had something in his mind, just thought he didn't sleep well last night and was not energetic, and didn't go anywhere else think.

Before getting out of the car, Jiang Song looked at his disheveled face, and finally couldn't help nagging, "Take time to lie down for a while after lunch."

Ruan Mian nodded with her back to him, and limped into the office building.

Only then did Jiang Song feel that something was wrong, raised his hand to look at his watch, turned around and left.

Meng Zhou made an appointment with him at 10:30, and being late was outrageous for such an occasion.

With the economic recovery and persistent efforts in after-sales, Y·H gradually began to improve.

As soon as Ruan Mian entered, he was caught by Feng Yu into the meeting room to meet the new client. He was not in the mood at all, he kept talking and suddenly stopped, and Feng Yu had to cough lightly every time to regain his senses.

Jiang Song's face came out of his head suddenly, it was different from the indifference in the dream, it was usually gentle.

The eldest young master is not a gentle person, never has been, but when facing Ruan Mian, no matter his eyes or smile, there will always be a little more warmth.

After the two veins of Ren and Du were opened up, there were no clues to hide.

Why do you insist on picking up and dropping off every day, even if you fell on his construction site, as a customer, is it really necessary to do this?

Even if Ruan Mian doesn't know exactly what decision-makers like them need to do, he can guess how busy they are by referring to Meng Zhou, not to mention how such a huge Jinyuan Group can compare with Y·H.

He is a majestic young master who always cooks by himself. He doesn't know how many bad things happen to him every day, but Ruan Mian can clearly remember such trivial things as what he likes to eat and what he doesn't eat. Those things that are usually hidden deeply Not to mention the accommodation and differential treatment.

The feeling of heart beating like a drum last night is called heartbeat. Ruan Mian understands, not only understands, but also knows that this kind of heartbeat cannot be caused overnight or with a few words. On Jiang Song.

What is more magical is that his first reaction was not to question why he fell in love with a man, but what Jiang Song liked in him.

It is absolutely nonsense that love does not know where it starts and goes deep. All love and liking must have traces to follow.

The reasons why he likes Jiang Song can be listed on a piece of paper, success, wealth, a face that is pleasing to the eye, wide shoulders, narrow hips and long legs, even grandparents, sisters, nieces are cuter than others.

Who can bear this?

But what could Jiang Song like about him?Could it be that he was overwhelmed by the majestic appearance of his PPT, and lost his mind for a while?

He really doesn't know what else he likes about him, and he doesn't plan to give PPT lectures to anyone for the rest of his life.

What's more, people who are willing to talk may not always like to listen.

When he was very young, he saw the bloody lessons learned from the past, and understood that the so-called liking is nothing more than handing over the knife to the other party, and then opened his heart to him and said, "Pierce it, I am willing."

Whether to stab or not is at the discretion of others. This feeling of hanging in the air and waiting for the knife to fall is too disturbing. He is just a new player, and he panicked.

Ruan Mian was constantly eroded by extreme contradictions, lost her mind, and was absent-minded.

It is very important to talk about the status of the client. The designer himself has no passion, and the listener cannot be moved. Fortunately, the accumulated experience over the years can at least ensure that no mistakes are made. The client only talks about going back and discussing it with his family.

As soon as Feng Yu came back, he grabbed him and looked back and forth, "What happened to you today? Do you want to find a great immortal to call your soul for you?"

Ruan Mian swayed and swayed with his movements, "Okay, I won't pay."

Feng Yu, "...Damn, my eyes are dull, I'm probably crazy."

Ruan Mian, "I'm an ostrich, I need a sand pile."

Feng Yu beckoned to Geng Wanwan, "Contact the funeral home, you will be a child without a master in the future, be strong."

Geng Wanwan frowned, and looked left and right, "Did you quarrel with Jiang Song?"

Her judgment can be said to be well-founded. Ruan Mian is an old fritter, and she doesn't take it to heart after arguing with clients, otherwise she would have been pissed off.

Besides, only the mother's matter made him anxious. If it was the aunt's physical problem, then he couldn't be so calm.

After much deliberation, it was just so suspicious.

Sure enough, Ruan Mian was visibly shocked when she heard the name.

Geng Wanwan still couldn't figure it out, "It's impossible for him to quarrel with you with the way he is used to everything... What did you do to him?"

Ruan Mian got up silently and set up her crutches, "I'm going to die."

Geng Wanwan grabbed his arm, before he could speak, Ruan Mian turned around, "Don't stop me, I don't want to live anymore."

Geng Wanwan, "Oh...I want to tell you, the terrace is over there..."

Ruan Mian, "..."

The author says:

Jiang Song didn't take him away directly because he was afraid that he would be disgusted, after all, Ruanmian was a little bit resistant at the beginning.

Personally, I think a good relationship is absolute respect, including Jiang Song, even if he feels sorry for Ruan Mian and works overtime, he will not intervene, at most he will love him a little more~

I don't have the face to apologize for the update... OTZ

I recently met a particularly difficult client, emmm... swearing when I open my mouth, it seems that I can't communicate in a human way...

For example, after the foreman finished waterproofing, he insisted that he did not do it, scolded the foreman bloody, and wanted to prove that the bricks were removed, the foreman said yes, if you do the damage, you will bear it, and if you don’t do it, I will bear it. Take it, he quit again... quit...

He was so devastated that he even wanted to die together...

...I still can't help complaining, I'm really sorry for delaying QAQ