He is from a fighting nation

The jeans with countless holes but inexplicably costing more than 1 yuan disappeared.

He didn't even wear a white T-shirt worth fifty-eight thousand that couldn't stop bullets.

Gone are the colorful hair and ostentatious earrings!

I saw Zhou Xiangwan, the legendary bad boy, wearing a three-piece suit upright, with light blond hair tied into a solemn but lively half-ball head, sitting in front of the computer in a well-behaved manner, sliding his right hand intently. Holding the mouse, holding a cup of hot tea in his left hand, he brought it to his lips, and took a deep breath.

Wu Liang's eyes widened involuntarily, as if Zhou Xiangwan was not sipping tea, but puffed up his cheeks, and blew a mouthful of evil spirits towards the great country of the motherland.

Zhou Xiangwan heard Wu Liang's footsteps early in the morning, and waited for him to approach so that he could say hello. Unexpectedly, Wu Liang, as if petrified, stared at him at the door, obstinately motionless.

Zhou Xiangwan turned the chair around, raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Wu, I know I'm pretty, so you don't have to look at me like this, do you?"

It's still a familiar formula, but somehow I feel that something is wrong.In line with the strategy of not moving the enemy and not moving, Wu Liang gave Zhou Xiangwan a commercial smirk, "Master Zhou, good morning."

"Morning." Zhou Xiangwan responded, carrying a plastic bag and walking towards Wu Liang, "Here, what happened last time was my fault, have you recovered?"

Wu Liang took the bag and looked at it, and was very surprised—it turned out to be Yunnan Baiyao spray in the bag!

At that second, the revolving lantern of life began to play in Wu Liang's mind.

Wu Liang remembered that Zhou Xiangwan secretly stuffed a little yellow picture into the PPT of his speech, which made him lose face in front of the board of directors.

He remembered that Zhou Xiangwan put soy sauce in his coffee and garlic in his salad.

I remembered that when Wu Liang opened the drawer while working overtime, a lifelike dummy head popped out, crunching bloody and jumping on the floor, dragging out a long bloodstain, while the 56-year-old director of the Land Bureau opposite Wu Liang Had a heart attack.

Thinking of Zhou Xiangwan taking the dog to work, the dog dropped some poop on the windshield of his car, and the most amazing thing is that Wu Liang turned on the wipers without knowing it, and the poop was spread evenly with the wipers waving. It covered most of the car windows, while Zhou Xiangwan was holding the innocent dog in the passenger seat and almost jumped into the air with a smile.

There are countless things like this, there must be a conspiracy.Wu Liang was suspicious, and said with a fake smile, "Thank you, Young Master Zhou, this is..."

Zhou Xiangwan said frankly: "I apologize, to you, Qian Meng said that this thing is good for treating bruises."

"Yeah." Wu Liang didn't want to get too entangled with Zhou Xiangwan, "Don't worry, I'm fine, no need."

"I gave it to you, you must accept it."

Zhou Xiangwan blinked his right eye, and there seemed to be ripples coming out of his gray-blue eyes, "It was all my fault before, and I won't trouble you in the future."

Zhou Xiangwan felt that his words were very sincere, but Wu Liang's expression on the opposite side was even more ugly.

The intentionally soft voice, the low-browed gesture, and the weird attitude of repenting from one's mistakes all showed the hidden conspiracy behind it—what Zhou Xiangwan sent was not Yunnan Baiyao, but a jar of terrible unknown gas!

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Xiangwan showed care to Wu Liang like a spring breeze, "Not feeling well? Why are you reacting so slowly?"

"It's okay, thank you," Wu Liang said calmly, politely yet vigilantly pinching the little handle on the plastic bag with his fingers, "Please send me the minutes of the meeting before eleven o'clock."

Wu Liang walked into the office quickly, stood on tiptoes, and carefully placed Yunnan Baiyao high on the top shelf of the filing cabinet. He breathed a sigh of relief and reminded himself not to forget to throw it away after get off work, and to devote himself to work as usual among.

Zhou Xiangwan watched Wu Liang close the office door with a snap, and continued to look at the computer in a daze.

It had been three days since Zhou Xiangwan was discharged from the hospital, and he found out that he had a disease that was a hundred times worse than appendicitis.

PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, refers to a mental disorder caused by an individual experiencing, witnessing, or encountering one or more actual deaths involving themselves or others, or being threatened with death, or serious injuries.Simply put, it is a psychological shadow.

Zhou Xiangwan's current situation is - he can't see the speeding car, at least he is covered in cold sweat, and at worst, his bones are tingling, and he is almost fainting.

The most troublesome thing about this disease is that when Zhou Xiangwan went to see a psychiatrist, he couldn't tell him the cause of his illness.

Could it be that he was run over to death by a big truck ten years later, and now he was reborn ten years ago. There is nothing serious about his body, but he is afraid of cars. The doctor troubles you to treat him.

Some people are afraid of ghosts, dogs, and heights, but these are avoidable.However, born in modern Chinese society, unless Zhou Xiangwan lives in the deep mountains and old forests, there is no way to hide from cars and roads.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiangwan opened a video of a car accident.

A few seconds later, Zhou Xiangwan stared, trembling with fear, clutching his aching ribs, and decisively clicked the fork button.

Who would have believed that the famous Qiu Mingshan warrior who made waves—— Zhou Dashao, who was sitting in 21 supercars, was wearing sunglasses this morning, with one eye open and one eye closed, shrunk among the old men and women who got up early to buy groceries , take the bus first and then the subway, and come to work in a hurry.

Or not.Zhou Xiangwan took a deep breath, clenched his fist and punched his thigh twice to calm down.Zhou Xiangwan is seldom really anxious. He is optimistic and courageous by nature. He fights against the sky, people, and himself. He always believes that people will be stronger if they are not dead. There is no obstacle that he cannot overcome.What's more, when it comes to mental illness, Zhou Xiangwan is very experienced. This kind of minor illness is not a big problem.

Soon, Zhou Xiangwan put this trouble behind him, glanced at his watch, saw that the time was almost up, carried a stack of documents, and walked to the meeting room with a step that no one would recognize.

When Zhou Xiangwan came, there were already quite a few people in the conference room. Seeing him, they all showed psychedelic expressions of "Am I blind?" After greeting him, they all lowered their heads in unison and put their fingers on the screen. With a sharp poke, the buzzing of news continued in the conference room.

Apparently, the managers were embarrassed to whisper in front of Zhou Xiangwan, and they were not sure that Zhou Xiangwan had a bad temper and asked questions, so they had to lower their heads and express bold ideas in the group.

With Zhou Xiangwan in his presence, he turned around on the leather chair like an uncle, sat down, spread out the notebook, and said slowly, "Managers, why are there so many news in the early morning? Why are you so busy?"

Although Zhou Xiangwan is a 35-year-old grandpa, his Chinese is still hopeless.He studied in China for three years in junior high school before going to the United States to study. He basically failed the Chinese language test and communicated without barriers, but sometimes he couldn’t understand the subject, verb and object, and he didn’t know how to read. He didn’t learn much serious knowledge in China. However, following the mouthful students, they are full of ridicule skills, and can flexibly use a variety of rhetorical techniques to arrange people clearly in all directions.

The vibrating news in the meeting room suddenly stopped, someone coughed dryly, and said, "Young Master Zhou has a nice hairstyle today, where did you get it cut?"

The person who asked the question was the manager of the planning department.

The batch baldness planning department has the best benefits and the least hair.As a manager, he is young, bald and has a good appearance.

Zhou Xiangwan said: "Manager Li, don't be polite to me, fake or not, let me tell you, even if you don't, you won't need it. Why don't I recommend some hair transplant companies for you?"

Manager Li: "..."

Zhou Xiangwan glanced at the phone, threw the phone on the table, leaned back in the chair leisurely, and said, "It's better to ask me directly if you gossip indecently in the group. Over the years, I've become a lot more kind-hearted." , you asked me and I will answer. Who will come first?"

——Said Zhou, who just hit the elevator with his immediate boss Mr. Wu all the way from the elevator to the office and finally into the hospital last month.

Everyone: "..." It's too scary. It's clearly talking about who comes first, but what's wrong with giving people the feeling that who comes first will die! ! !

Manager Li was sweating coldly, and touched the few hairs left on his head, and saw that he had grabbed a lot of hair again, showing a heartbroken expression.

The meeting room fell silent again. After a while, someone asked, "Young Master Zhou is also in the manager group?"

Zhou Xiangwan smiled slightly and was about to speak when the door of the conference room was pushed open again——Wu Liang and his secretary Wei Tianxiang came in.

Wu Liang has always paid attention to efficiency, never squinted, never talked nonsense and went straight to the point, saved the atmosphere of the sudden Soviet, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The lights dimmed, and people from the finance department stood in front of a pile of colorful data and began to report. Through the projection screen, Zhou Xiangwan saw Wu Liang's profile.

Wu Liang's appearance is very good-looking, with fair skin, straight nose, and exquisite outline. The light from the projector makes his side face like an ink painting, and his already indifferent and alienated temperament is even more fairy-like.Every time Zhou Xiangwan saw him, he always thought of the mist on Lake Baikal and the fresh snow in Moscow.

Zhou Xiangwan recalled his past with Wu Liang.

After fighting with Wu Liang in the previous life, Zhou Xiangwan left the company, and when they met again, it was a snowy day.

The husky raised by Zhou Xiangwan was overly excited when he saw Snowflake, so he hoofed out of the garden and slipped away without a trace. Wu Liang met it on the street, called Zhou Xiangwan and asked him to come and pick it up.

At that time, just at the end of the new year, tens of millions of foreigners returned home, and Beijing became an empty city. Large flakes of snow fell on umbrellas, rustling, like the sound of bubbles breaking.

After Zhou Xiangwan parked the car, he saw Wu Liang sitting under the electric pole with his fluffy husky in his arms.

The white snow, the cloudy light, the people in the snow look small and weird.

Zhou Xiangwan was very dissatisfied at that time, thinking that he had to pretend to be a force, but actually hugged his precious dog outside to suffer the cold together!

Holding a big dark green umbrella, Zhou Xiangwan stepped on a row of footprints in the snow, shouting as he ran, "Haha!"

Haha, that is Gouzi, the eldest dog jumped up, threw himself into his arms, wagged its tail, whimpered and acted coquettishly.

"Is it cold?" Zhou Xiangwan held the dog in his arms and kissed the dog's hair, "Dad was scared to death, old stupid dog!"

A strong smell of alcohol poured into Zhou Xiangwan's nostrils. Zhou Xiangwan lowered his head and found that the smell of alcohol came from Wu Liang.

At one degree below zero, Wu Liang was only wearing a gray sweater and a white shirt underneath. His whole body was covered in snow, his face was pale, his eyes were blurred, and his lips were black and blue.

A few drops of water condensed on Wu Liang's eyelashes. He half-opened his eyes when he heard Zhou Xiangwan asking if it was cold. Seeing that he was asking about a dog, he smiled and closed his eyes again.

Zhou Xiangwan held back awkwardly, "I owe you once."

Zhou Xiangwan opened the car door, stuffed Haha in, paused, turned around, and said with disdainful eyes, "Mr. Wu, it's winter, who will show you the hypocrisy?"

There was a lot of fine snow, one of them was standing and the other was sitting, Wu Liang raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Xiangwan silently.

Many years later, Zhou Xiangwan can still recall Wu Liang's eyes - jet-black pupils, reddish eyelids and snow-stained eyelashes.

Unremarkable but unforgettable at first sight.

"Don't think I'll take care of you. I'm annoying you to death. You're the most annoying in all of China."

Wu Liang didn't speak, and waved his hand weakly at Zhou Xiangwan, apparently telling Zhou Xiangwan to take the dog and run away.

Zhou Xiangwan saw a lot of people who were frozen to death in Russia, especially those who were drunk. If left alone, Wu Liang would really die in the snow.

Zhou Xiangwan clicked his tongue, threw away the umbrella, bent down and picked up Wu Liang's knee, carried him into the back seat of the car, and took off Wu Liang's clothes without saying a word.

"Zhou Xiangwan, how dare you..." Wu Liang weakly kicked Zhou Xiangwan in the narrow back seat of the car. Zhou Xiangwan grabbed his ankle and took off Wu Liang's pants.

"Wu Liang." Zhou Xiangwan said with a sullen face, "I'm saving you. If you bother me, I'll throw you down without giving you any clothes. I even asked the reporter to take pictures of you!"

Wu Liang stared at Zhou Xiangwan, but didn't move.

Zhou Xiangwan took a small bottle of vodka and poured it on the palm of his hand. His big hands moved fiercely and mercilessly. He rubbed Wu Liang's whole body several times, making him powdery all over.

Haha was often dragged by Zhou Xiangwan to take a bath and shave. Now, when he saw a monster with two legs being rubbed in Zhou Xiangwan's arms, he couldn't help showing vigilant and sympathetic eyes in the front seat.

"Enough...enough, no more." Wu Liang pushed Zhou Xiangwan away and put his legs together, "Thank you, I'm not cold anymore."

"It's not a question of whether it's cold or not. Don't cry if you have an amputated limb." Zhou Xiangwan opened the window to diffuse the smell of alcohol, glanced at Wu Liang, and said disgustedly: "Hey, your underwear is really ugly."

Wu Liang: "..."

Wu Liang shook his hands and wanted to put on his clothes. Zhou Xiangwan threw his clothes forward, "It's soaking wet, and there's nothing dry. What are you doing in the winter? Mr. Wu, you're bankrupt?"

Wu Liang didn't speak, his eyes flickered, the meaning was unclear.

Later, Zhou Xiangwan found out that Wu Liang had indeed resigned from the company. After his scumbag ex-boyfriend took advantage of Wu Liang to succeed in his position, he got close to a bossy daughter who came to the company to look for him. He had no face to stay in the company. go down.

However, at that time, Zhou Xiangwan didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, he just thought it was interesting and amusing.

"Fortunately for you, even though you're uglier than me, it's okay." Zhou Xiangwan pinched Wu Liang's chin and whispered, "If you're really short of money, why don't I force you to prostitute you, 1000 million once, How about it?"