Offensive change: superficial love

Gong Juren was a roommate of Bolu University. He went abroad to study after graduation and immigrated. When the relationship was first confirmed, Yan Ji met him several times. It was not very familiar, but they were just socializing politely.

So this time the other party contacted me suddenly, saying that he wanted to catch up on the old days. Although Yan Ji went to the appointment calmly, he was actually quite surprised.

After meeting for a few words, Gong Juren's expression became a little indescribable. After hesitating for a while, finally, under his probing gaze, he took out an old yellowed notebook from his bag, and carefully pushed it to the front of the mouth. In front of Ju:

"Last month, my wife tidied up the attic, and found some things in it. The handwriting was not mine. It should be when I was packing up the dormitory after graduation. Everyone's luggage was mixed together, and I accidentally packed it wrong."

"It so happened that you came here on a business trip... I heard from them that you and Bai Lu are still together and are getting married? Congratulations."

"I thought, since five or six years have passed and your relationship is still so good, then this little episode should not be considered a big deal, so I hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to show it to you..."

Yan Jue took it without showing any signs of expression, and flipped through it casually.

It looks like a diary, but the way it records things is quite special. There are only the date on the paper, and some fragmented keywords, such as "business law assignments", "computer room on the second floor of the library", "see him again".

This is Bai Lu's handwriting and recording habits, and Yan Ju is very familiar with it.

Although it looks messy and meaningless, it is not too difficult for those who know him to understand.

But Yan Ju still couldn't understand Gong Juren's intention until he read two pages later.

A string of names appeared in front of his eyes.

Yan Ju frowned and studied the "list" carefully.

Needless to say, he really had a little impression of several of them—basically they were boys from their two classes who were relatively well-known in the school.

Not only was he himself among them, but there was even a faint asterisk drawn behind his name.

On the surface, Yan Ju seemed to have almost no emotional fluctuations, but in fact his heartbeat had already accelerated. A question that had puzzled him for a long time, unexpectedly ushered in a new clue.

The answer is about to come out.

I am just the one that stands out among many similar options.

It is an optimal solution obtained by Bai Lu after weighing the pros and cons.

It was never very special.

He was silent, and moved his eyes to the date column: 2015.6.16——

At this time, there are still more than eight months before the opening ceremony of the business competition where Bo Lu fell in love with him at first sight.

And June 6 of the second year was also the day they were together...

……

There are so many "love at first sight" in the world.

It is even more inappropriate to put this romantic element on Bai Lu.

Yan Jue had a premonition.

And these years he has deliberately ignored those subtleties, probably because of his subconscious resistance - he does not want to admit that he will make mistakes in judgment, be deceived by others, and be dazzled by dramatic and vulgar plots.

Not to mention admitting that he and the person he tried so hard to avoid having anything in common ended up "going to the same destination".

Falling headlong into the same pit, even from appearance to behavior style, they are becoming more and more similar...

Under the urging of countless work calls, this unpleasant conversation was terminated in advance.

Yan Ju, who had already put on his life card and removed his work card, looked at Bo Lu's desperation, and was so satisfied that he wanted to applaud him, but he tried his best to hold back.

Not very polite, not very moral, suspected of being irresponsible and even gloating, and even more contrary to the social image that a mature man should have.

I secretly laughed aloud twice.

Yan Ju still has "high standards and strict requirements" for himself occasionally.

There was a problem with the central air conditioner in the teahouse, and the room was too stuffy, so they had to come out a little earlier.

The fine rain curtain suppressed the steaming heat, announcing the official arrival of Ningcheng's uncertain summer.

At the entrance of the fast food restaurant next door, there are many young couples who are in the period of "everything is romantic". After a moment of hesitation, they either put on their coats, hold hands and run into the rain with a smile, or cuddle up to each other and share earphones together to wait for the rain to stop .

The two old lovers without umbrellas here seem a little estranged in comparison.

There was nothing extra to talk about, and they could only stand side by side under the narrow eaves, waiting for their respective drivers.

The distance between them is only a few centimeters, which is the extent to which the cuffs of suits will overlap if anyone is willing to move a little in the direction of the other.

But no one thought of trying.

"Is there anything else I can do for this relationship?" Bai Lu pushed his glasses, raised his chin slightly to look at the sky, and asked casually.

Yan Yan's eyes were downcast, and he opened his mouth reflexively, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't give any answer, and just shook his head indifferently at Bolu.

Nothing can be done.

There is no point in doing anything.

"That's really a pity." Bo Lu concluded.

Yan Yu smiled: "It's okay."

In six years, it can subtly bring too much influence, even the curvature of the corners of their lips are very similar.

Bai Lu turned his head to look at him, as if dazed. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly and "complained" in a joking tone: "Xiao Ju, you have left me with a big mess."

He paused, his eyes darkened, and he added in a meaningful and calm voice: "We can't clean it up so easily if we can't finish it in a short time."

Yan Yu shrugged indifferently.

He and Bo Lu were deeply involved in every aspect from life to work. He didn't expect to be able to welcome a new life soon like ordinary young couples.

Fortunately, Bo Lu is not a person who can pester people.

After all, if the other party wanted to find another qualified substitute, it wouldn't be difficult.

However, his own withdrawal will inevitably cause some troubles and obstacles for Bai Lu——

No matter how dissatisfied Bo Lu is with his behavior, he must take care of the overall situation on the surface, even if it's just for the reputation in the circle, he won't make a mess.

Those who support Yan Ji's unscrupulous "judgment" are only out of understanding of the other party, and have nothing to do with whether Bai Bolu has cultivated a bit of "sincerity" in himself.

Yan Ju didn't bother to try.

For a respectable person like Bai Lu who insists on immersive interpretation of perfection, it should be his destiny to "smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach".

At least in the past few months, Bai Lu will not have an easy time dealing with these changes.

Thinking of this, Yan Ju felt a lot more at ease.

The car that picked up Bo Lu arrived one step ahead, but the person who walked down with an umbrella was not the driver Lao Huang, but the intern assistant who dared to chat and laugh with Bo Lu.

Yan Ju raised his eyebrows, finally paying attention to his ex-boyfriend.

It's a pity that Bai Lu's expression didn't change significantly.

There is no "surprise" that Yan Ju is looking forward to seeing, but it seems a little impatient.

"Boss." The little assistant yelled with a smile, and after putting the other umbrella into Bo Lu's hands, it seemed as if he had just discovered that there was a living person beside him, "Boss Yan, you are here too."

"I'm so sorry. There is only one spare umbrella in the car. I really didn't know you were there beforehand. I'm sorry, please wait for me for a while! I'm going to find a convenience store right now." The little boy put on a serious attitude Humility, the sincerity between the lines is very vain.

Yan Ju, who didn't pay much attention at first, was really interested now. He lowered his head slightly, and for the first time took a serious look at this intern.

The other party is half a head shorter than himself, about 175 or so. If he didn't deliberately exercise his body shape in his youth, he would always look thinner, but paired with his delicate, not overly refined appearance, he is actually a bit barbaric The breath of freedom to grow.

At this time, he was wearing a white shirt, holding up a transparent plastic umbrella, and standing tall and straight on the stone steps full of rain.

However, that's all.

Apart from the unique vitality of young people, there is nothing special about it.

What's his name?

Yan Yu tried to recall.

He has never been very good at remembering people's names, nor is he good at recognizing faces, let alone combining the two together.

But it's not that pathological.

It's purely because, in Yan Ji's cognition, everyone except himself is an outsider.

Those who have a good relationship, he will willingly spend more energy. As for others, they will be classified as unnecessary people, and he will put on his social model that has been used for many years, and deal with it casually.

Yan Ju resists these too energy-consuming fragments in his bones, and essentially just wants to please himself.

But he didn't do very well.

"Jiang Yuyang, don't be so troublesome." Bo Lu gave the answer directly to the question at this time. He called out the other party's full name in a gentle tone, but the order was blunt, "Give your umbrella to President Yan." good."

Jiang Yuyang was obviously taken aback, and the "brilliance" on his face could hardly be maintained, but because it was Bo Lu's proposal, he couldn't refuse, so after hesitating for a few seconds, he finally handed the umbrella handle to Yan Ji come over.

Yan Ju just wanted to watch the excitement, but he didn't want to be hated.

He smiled, raised his finger slightly, and shook it twice to show his refusal: "No, my car will be here soon, besides—"

"How could I be willing to let a kid like you get wet in the rain?"

He looked at Jiang Yuyang frankly, slowed down his speech, and slowly reminded: "Yuyang, are you still in a daze? Hurry up and take your Boss into the car."

Only then did Jiang Yuyang come to his senses, he even avoided Yan Ji's blunt gaze with some guilt, blinked his eyes, looked at Bo Lu, and weakly called "Boss Boss".

But Bai Lu's eyes kept falling on Yan Ju, and his expression looked vaguely displeased. As for the reason, Yan Ju couldn't guess, and he wasn't interested.

He only knew that every time Bai Lu frowned, he would feel more comfortable.

Not every steady adult can sincerely wish their ex better and better after breaking up.

At least in the depths of Yan Ji's heart, he quite hoped that Bo Lu could accidentally break his ankle when he went down the steps.

However, contrary to expectations, Bai Lu walked very smoothly, showing no signs of falling, and even took the time to turn around, and with his good acting skills, he gave Yan Ju a few parting words of "deep affection and righteousness": "Xiao Ju, we Let’s start with today, there are a lot of things going on recently, and I’m really overwhelmed.”

"Take a break when you're tired, and we'll have a good chat when you're free at the end of the month."

"As long as you are willing, you will always be the only one next to me."

Yan Ju raised his eyebrows a little, seeing Assistant Xiao Jiang dejectedly aggrieved, he just felt bored.

He was about to sneer at Bo Lu's sour words, but the phone rang suddenly, which cleverly helped him keep his morals.

Caller ID is a string of unfamiliar numbers.

And his life number is only known to acquaintances, Yan Ju was a little puzzled, but still pressed the answer button.

After the brief electric sound, a slightly gritted "Brother Yan Ju" came out from the receiver—it was a very memorable voice, and in the low hoarseness of suppressing emotions, there was still an unstoppable young man hidden gas.

Strange to say, Yan Ju could easily identify the other party based on these four words alone.

As expected, he glanced at the time on the screen.

Well, four twenty, a bit later than he guessed.

Yan Ju rolled his eyes unconsciously, and his mood improved a lot for no reason.

He dragged the end of the voice long, and the artificially gentle tone sounded more like a provocation at the moment, but he still insisted on asking knowingly: "Oh-is it true? What's the matter?"

Chu Ruxu paused when he heard the words, and after a while, he seemed to be laughed out of anger, he hummed twice without audible emotion, and then opened his mouth again.

The sound insulation function of the mobile phone is really not flattering, but Chu Ruxu's recognizable good voice is strangely penetrating, and it is particularly "deafening" in the quiet door of the teahouse.

It's the Boss and Jiang Zhu duo who haven't gone far, and they can probably hear it.

Chu Ruxu gritted her teeth, and thanked meaningfully: "The room fee has been received, and the pocket money has also been received."

"It's really considerate, thank you Uncle Yan, you are such a kind and generous man—"

"I really like."

The author says:

Xiao Chu's invalid straight ball: dry meat, flirt, talk coquettishly.

Yan Zong: The stinking kid dabaa (indifference);

There is another chapter update 22v0 at 0:[-] tonight