I have time

It took a full month before Yan Yu received a call from the senior from the Adult Education College, saying that his friend's application materials had been passed, and he could start attending classes this week.

If you count the time backwards, Yi Chengfeng should have decided to submit the application two or three weeks after he got the materials. Yan Yu didn't dare to disturb him for such a long time, for fear that he might just give up the application materials because he thought he was annoying. Just throw it in the trash.

As the end of the year approaches, the work of the testing center is also very busy. Yan Yu doesn't feel that the waiting is exhausting when he is immersed in his work. After all, he is very proficient in this matter, and he has been doing this for many years.

At the beginning of December, the headquarters transferred him on a business trip, and Yan Yu met Zhuang Meichan by the way.

His mother was quite satisfied with the new residence, it was quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, there was a chain beauty salon she was used to going to in the nearby commercial street, and she used the breakup fee Dong Hongjie gave her to buy a top-spec Q7 to drive herself.

"I met Mr. Wei from your company in Yunding, Ankara a while ago." In the restaurant, Zhuang Meichan put down her wine glass, gracefully picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth, "He also mentioned you to me, saying that the office environment in Meichuan is not enough Well, most of the work you do is relatively basic and not suitable for your career development."

"I'm just a novice who just graduated, and I'm not a child prodigy or a superman. There's nothing wrong with doing some basic work." The red wine glass in front of Yan Yu didn't even touch it, and it would cost hundreds of half a glass when converted into soft sister coins The wine lay in the glass without waves just like that decoration.

Zhuang Meichan raised her eyebrows indifferently, pursed her red lips slightly, and gave up the persuasion, which was already languishing, and the mother and son chatted to death easily, and each concentrated on eating.

From Liancheng back to Meichuan, Mr. Wei specially sent Chen Xing to drive him off. Although the flight is only a one-way distance, it is a lot of trouble to get to and from the airport, which is obviously much more troublesome than a private car.

Chen Xing was thoughtful but not attentive all the way, and he never took the initiative to start a conversation, which made him feel very relaxed.

***

"Little brother?"

Yan Yu frowned when he heard the familiar banter on the other end of the phone.

"In human terms, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter! Can't I call you if I have nothing to do? After all, we used to be a family, and now we can't even hear a sister, what a heartless!" Dong Qian complained over there, "Yes It’s not that when you have good friends around you, you forget the time when your elder sister was older and younger sister was shorter!”

Her good friend was also specially accentuated by her with a strange accent.

When calling her sister, Yan Yu will never forget it in his life.Dong Qian is a good sister, even if she is not related by blood, she still made him survive the most difficult time.

Yi Chengfeng's father fell ill, and his mother stopped doing business and went home to take care of the patients. When she came out to work later, Dong Qian went around and helped to introduce an easy one.

Their designers have a good relationship with developers and sellers of many real estate projects, so Dong Qian introduced Mama Yi to the sales office of a hardcover project to clean the model room. The work is easy and the environment is beautiful. , the salary is not bad.

It's just that later, Yi's mother somehow found out about this relationship, and she refused to quit the job with good intentions, preferring to work as a gardener in a country park.

Yan Yu shouldn't be teased by her out of shape, and Dong Qian is not angry, "See if you are free someday, come out to have a meal together, I will celebrate your birthday in advance."

Really, the 21st is not far away, and he is only a few days away from turning 23.

"Are you going on a business trip? Celebrate your birthday and bring it in advance."

"Aren't I afraid that you will not be able to get an appointment with me because of the schedule of the regular day? How about this Friday night, so as not to delay your private life?"

There are so many words, "Yes, please don't give me messy gifts, thank you."

This cheap sister is probably poisonous, every time she gave him a gift, it was unimaginable, such as a maid apron, a bed/companion pillow the size of her body, etc. Yan Yu directly put the apron on the pillow and threw it next to the trash can downstairs. The next second, she was picked up by the old aunt next door and used as a doll for her granddaughter.

Yan Yu regretted not destroying this poisonous gift humanely before throwing it away, feeling that he was an accomplice in poisoning the flowers of the motherland because of his innocence.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yu pressed another string of numbers on the screen with his finger. The date has not been released yet. Do you remember when is my birthday?It seems that I only said it vaguely once, so I probably don’t remember it.

He thought for a while, and then switched to text messages. This way, he spent more time thinking about it, and he might be able to guess the answer correctly.

Yi Chengfeng, on the 21st, can we have dinner together?

After posting, I felt a little regretful and felt impulsive. Isn’t that too obvious? It’s better to say that it’s next Saturday than directly typing the date.

The phone vibrated, and Yi Chengfeng sent back a message: Why do you have to make an appointment for a meal a week in advance?It's not like I'm a rare person.

Sure enough, he didn't remember.

The little man in Yan Yu's heart silently swept away the debris on the floor, then squatted in the corner and painted 502 to stick it together bit by bit.

He continued to type as if nothing had happened: I have been too busy recently, so I just had a rest that day.

Yi Chengfeng: Alright, this time I invite you, Dangerous Building Restaurant.

When Yan Yu saw those four words, his heart, which had just been glued together, suddenly jumped wildly, almost breaking apart again.

Is it because I think too much? The Dangerous Building Restaurant is only a place that has special meaning to me. For Yi Chengfeng, it may be because he wants to choose a place that is not too expensive, or simply misses the spicy chicken there. Man.

No matter how much it is, just treat it as an ordinary meal. Anyway, he can't help but start looking forward to this silent and unknown birthday, just like when he was 16 years old, he just asked the other party for a birthday. There was only cake and a bottle of soda, and he gave him a hard meal.

Yan Yu opened the closet and looked it over carefully from left to right. Because it was inconvenient to buy clothes and try on clothes, he often bought half a dozen of the same type of clothes directly, which caused the closet to look like the shelves of a clothing store when it was opened, with black, white, blue and gray colors All kinds of clothes were neatly folded and hung inside, none of which looked suitable for a birthday.

As for what to wear for a birthday, Yan Yu has no idea, but generally thinks that there should be some differences from those in the center and the laboratory, at least it should be more relaxed and lively.

Then this weekend, after dinner with Dong Qian, you can ask her to accompany you to add clothes. At least after she returns to work in China, her aesthetics has become more normal under the influence of the socialist core values.

But when that day actually came, Yan Yu felt so regretful that his intestines turned blue, his stomach was nauseated, and he was tortured by her hot-eyed recommendation to the point that he wanted to smash all the mirrors in the world.

What kind of monster is the bat sleeve T-shirt with camouflage narrow-leg pants?

What the hell is going on with a scarf that looks like a sling hanging inside a gay purple printed casual suit?

The shopping guide lady spared no effort in waving the flag and shouting to help the tyrant, "Sir, this outfit is too handsome and suitable. You will look younger all of a sudden. Your wife has such good eyesight!"

Even Dong Qian felt fake and exciting when she heard this, "So much younger? He will go back to his mother's womb no matter how young he is, okay! Do you think I look like his wife? I'm not so hungry that I need to raise a little fresh meat." ..."

The shopping guide girl flattered her but was flattered, and her face was alternately red and white.

Yan Yu directly pushed away Dong Qian's latest inspiration recommendation, and decided to change to a store to be self-sufficient, "I don't want to try, can you tell me who are the owners who asked you to design the room? Anti-social, dark and split personality? You led the design Give me a copy of the hardcover real estate listing, so I can avoid buying a house in the future..."

Dong Qian stomped her feet and chased after Tiangao, sucked the non-existent snot a few times, frowned slightly, and cried sadly in a voice just enough for passers-by to hear, "My husband~ how can you do this?" For me... I have been caring for you for so many years, there is no credit but hard work... Have you forgotten the one liter of tears I shed in the ICU..."

The corners of Yan Yu's mouth twitched wildly, and he turned around and gave her a hard look.

I just remember that time you pinched me in the ICU, did the one liter of tears flow down the toilet?

Passers-by secretly turned their heads to look at it, and each of them made up a similar dog-blood romance drama. The infatuated wife is always the same to the disabled husband, but this handsome scumbag is now going to abandon the scum, and you deserve to be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. !

"Are your hands tired? Let me push—"

Dong Qian squeezed half of her throat, took the small steps of a Japanese daughter-in-law, and chased after him nodding and bowing her head. While holding the handle of the wheelchair, she raised her hand and twisted it on his shoulder, and greeted his frosty handsome face with a chrysanthemum-blossoming smile. .

"Are you angry? You can't help being funny!"

In the parking lot, Dong Qian raised her hand to pinch Yan Yu's icy face. She didn't pick the time, as he was moving into the car, she immediately knelt down at the door of the car.

"Oh my God--"

Once again, Dong Qian belatedly realized that she had played off, causing him to fall over for the unknown number of times, so she quickly jumped over and hugged her in a bear hug and helped her into the car, turning her into a pizza Leaning tower, nearly sprained himself to death.

The young couple in the parking space next door approached to get the car and sighed with emotion when they saw this scene.

The man beeped softly, look at his wife, she can't run away if she's like this!

The woman scoffed, if you had a face like that, I would serve you for the rest of your life.

The man rolled his dead fish eyes, come on, I guess I won't have a grasshopper growing up in my whole life.

As long as you know!

Yan Yu got into the car, lowered his head to pat the ashes on his knees, his little face was frosted with cold.

"Hello!" Dong Qian leaned over from the driver's seat, held up her mobile phone and used the front camera to circle the heads of the two people into the screen, "Look up, let's see if we have a sense of CP? Hahahaha—— "

"Neuropathy!"

Yan Yu gave a concise and concise positioning, closed his eyes and leaned back in the back seat and stopped talking.

***

On Saturday, December 2013, 12, it was cloudy and turned sunny. Affected by the strong cold air from Siberia, the local temperature in Meichuan dropped sharply, with westerly winds of magnitude 21 to 2 and gusts of magnitude [-]. The highest temperature was minus [-] degrees Celsius...

Yan Yu changed into a dove gray sweater with a lapel collar and a pair of khaki casual trousers, hesitated in front of the entrance cabinet, and took off the newly bought houndstooth cashmere coat over the down jacket.

If you can only choose the same demeanor and temperature, of course you should choose the former on your birthday, at worst, add a scarf, otherwise the demeanor will become wind-cold if you are so cold that you have a snotty nose.

When I went out at eleven o'clock, I happened to meet a young couple who also rented this apartment. The man was a colleague from the testing center. He wrapped up his down jacket and greeted Yan Yu, "Yan Gong is going out too? It's so cold today——"

"It's a little bit." As soon as he left the unit, his elegant and luxurious coat was blown into an emperor's new clothes by the first ray of cold wind, including the sweater inside. .

The girl's forehead was covered by Hou Liuhai, and her eyes were exposed above the scarf. She saw a taxi stop and pulled her boyfriend, "Let your colleague go first, we are not in a hurry."

It was the first time for the arrogant Yan Gong to accept other people's care so happily. He really didn't want to be covered with cold on his 23rd birthday.

***

Yi Chengfeng went out earlier, and found three or four cake shops before he bought the same cupcakes as seven years ago, "Please come to six, please use that kind of birthday cake box, I can pay extra Packaging fee."

The little clerk in the lace white apron rolled his eyes, dropped the plastic bag in his hand, raised his hand and took a mini cake box, put six cupcakes in it, one in the middle, and five in a circle.Xin said, this man is really picky, and he was appointed to use this trick to fool children. A cake is two hundred yuan smaller, and he is very good. It costs 30 yuan to spend a box in vain.

"Do you want candles? What's the number?"

"6!"

Sure enough, the little clerk felt wronged for the brat first, and stuffed a pink number 6 into the box.

The phone in Yi Cheng's wind pocket rang, and the caller ID was the employer's landline.

While digging out his wallet to pay the bill, he tilted his neck and held the phone to answer it, "...Hey, it's me, what's wrong, Master?"

The old man with dementia used to study under the Shaolin Temple when he was a teenager, and later enlisted in the army and fought for several years to usher in a peaceful and prosperous age. He dared to forget all about the peaceful and prosperous age after dementia, and he only thought that he was the abbot of Shaolin Temple. .Thanks to his wife who left early, otherwise a nunnery might have to be set up opposite the door.

"Martial Arts Conference? Not today... You remember wrongly, oh no, it was temporarily rescheduled, it was rescheduled to tomorrow... Isn't this the cold snap that Emei's Miejue Shitai encountered on the road and delayed his work for a few days... Is that right? Yes, Master is right, women are trouble!"

"The hero post is under your pillow. I saw it yesterday... Don't worry, master, we will not be late tomorrow, and we will definitely arrive at the West Square by eight o'clock..."

The old man's daughter answered the phone and sighed, "I'm sorry, Xiao Yi, I'll trouble you when it's your turn to rest."

"It's okay, it's okay." Yi Chengfeng felt that the little shop assistant looked at him even more weirdly, as if he was about to dial the demon bell in the next second, so he quickly picked up the cake and left.

The northwest wind was blowing and howling, he regretted inviting Yan Yu to such a far away place, at least he should pick him up, he shouldn't come directly, even the bustling bus station is rarely crowded.

Get off from Tsing Yi Lane, there are still 10 minutes before the appointment at twelve o'clock, and he will definitely be able to make it in time with his footsteps.

Yan Yu's phone call came at this time, and there was a whistling wind in and out of the receiver, which seemed a bit noisy.

"Brother Feng, on the way you come, help me buy a crystal pineapple shrimp pie from Yu Qi's mother, please? I haven't eaten it for a long time and I really want to eat it. You must buy it for me—"

Yi Chengfeng has already crossed half a street with his long legs, and now he has to carry his things against the wind and go back to buy him pies!

What kind of stuff, what kind of pies are eaten for birthdays, it must be completely cold after buying and carrying them in the past 10 minutes, children are really annoying.

"That's fine." Is there any way?The birthday star is the biggest!

The weather was bad, there were not many people queuing outside the pie shop, Yu Qi was not there, and Yi Chengfeng was too embarrassed to stop him, so he lined up honestly, until the crystal pineapple prawns were all sold out, and he had to wait 8 minutes for the next pot.

Then wait, he thought about buying a stack of seven cards, and walked over with three cards at the top and bottom. The one in his heart should not be too cold, it should be warm.It was so cold that he was barely warm himself.

"Hey, have you heard? There's a lunatic on the side of Shuixiu Xie Street, who carries a kitchen knife and chops up anyone he sees on the street!" An aunt who just came up behind her was gossiping with her acquaintance on her mobile phone, "It's absolutely true. Son, my old sisters are getting their hair permed over there, the photos are all taken, but they are a bit blurry."

Before the person in front had time to sigh, Yi Chengfeng grabbed the other person's cell phone and looked over. It was indeed very blurry. There were several figures with a row of heads up, and he vaguely saw someone lying on the ground.

"Madman hacking people? Where did you just say?"

"Shuixiu Xiejie, just behind middle school...Hey, my phone, you're in a hurry to reincarnate!"

The cake box fell to the ground, and the steaming pie was about to come out of the pan...

Xiao Yan!Fuck you, Xiaoyan!

Fuck Crystal Pineapple Shrimp Pie, what kind of pie for a birthday!

It was clear that Yan Yu had already been there first, and seeing the danger, he made up an excuse to delay his passing.

Shuixiuxie Street, that road has dozens of steps on one side, and a drainage ditch with closed guardrails on the other side. There is a fucking lunatic who stabs people with a knife. Where can he hide!Where can I hide!

Cut anyone who sees them, cut them when they see them... This has almost become a curse that hovered in Yi Chengfeng's mind. The experience of taking care of the demented elderly made him know better than others how crazy that kind of irrational venting can be .

Yi Chengfeng's legs fell fast, a hundred times harder than in the national second-level finals, don't be late, he is waiting for you, he has been waiting for you for a long time!

You fucking bastard Xiaoyan!Wait for Brother Feng, dare not wait for me to try!

Don't try, Xiaoyan, don't try...

The author has something to say:

Shen Jingbing: I am the Patriarch Blood Knife, the number one master of the evil martial arts sect!

Yi Dafeng: I am the closed disciple of Shaolin dementia master!

Shen Jingbing: You lied!You are not a real monk!A little beauty said that you are his old gong!