Tender trapping

Chapter 69

This summer is obviously not so easy for Zhuo Wenlang. Lee follows him like a ghost every day, and even gets acquainted with the little girl at the front desk of the company. Zhuo Wenlang can't explain that he is a doctor, so he can only pretend to him A special assistant title.

Lee said that he can no longer be allowed to go on like this.

"In the past, you refused treatment, which could be understood as not affecting your work and life, but now? You feel that you have run out of no man's land, do you think this is normal?" Lee sighed, shaking his head like a magic stick, and as if he had gone through vicissitudes The famous poet pretends to be profound.

"Boss, listen to my advice, your love relationship can not only solve your personal problems, but also greatly reduce the company's operational risks... At least, the boss won't disappear for no reason, right?"

Zhuo Wenlang was silent for a long time, then nodded.

When Ran Xu was already in Zhililan University, and began to fill his brain with language tutoring and professional course knowledge, Zhuo Wenlang was on the other side of the world, holding a pen and thinking about where to start writing—Lee asked him to rethink his life in the form of memoirs What happened with Ran Xu was because Zhuo Wenlang was so silent in the face of the conversation, and the treatment had to find another way.

So Zhuo Wenlang began to think about their acquaintance, why they fell in love, and when did Ran Xu become different from other people in his life, he became special, and he became happy and reluctant ...

Maybe it was the moment when Ran Xu gave him his whole body, or maybe it was the moment when Ran Xu kissed him for the first time, or maybe it was the first time he discovered that the boy like a wild lily had a weak appearance. Next, the tough and talented soul.

The timeline pushed forward further and further, and finally stopped at the first time Zhuo Wenlang saw him.

This is a very strange thing, you have to know so many people in a long life, but there is always one person, you will clearly recall the scene of meeting him for the first time, even if you didn’t know what was going to happen between you at that time What, it seems that there is God's will in the dark, just one glance, and you can recall it for a lifetime.

Zhuo Wenlang remembered his rabbit-like eyes, which reflected the light of the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, his wet hair, and his cold hands.

After much deliberation, I have drawn so many extremely romantic scripts in my mind, but what I deduced in the end is nothing more than an extremely simple result-sex for sex.

He admits it.

Unexpectedly, Lee did not refute his rather absurd conclusions, but instead laughed so hard that he patted Zhuo Wenlang on the shoulder and sighed: "So, you just wasted a lot of time and lied to me." Ran Xu, you also lied to yourself."

Lee said: "Catch him back."

Zhuo Wenlang asked: "Is this good for treatment?"

"No, it's good for you... Tell him the stories you don't want to tell me." Lee blinked, "Adler said, unfortunate people spend their whole lives to heal their childhood, eh, don't stare Me, I just read a sentence from the book."

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On the other side of the earth, Ran Xu's life is busy and fulfilling.

The school spirit here is more open than in China. In order to practice the language, Ran Xu made up his mind to talk to others, but the reality was better than he thought—he made friends on his own initiative for the first time.

Qian Danen is a typical abc. Although he has an Asian face, he speaks poor Chinese, which is worse than Ran Xu's English. In order to accommodate him, Ran Xu can only speak English bluntly. The two of them ran together from the studio to the apartment every day, and within a short while, Ran Xu's English improved rapidly.

One time, Qian Dan accidentally caught sight of something pasted in Ran Xu's room, and was suddenly stunned. He pointed to the manuscript on it and asked Ran Xu, "Did you draw this?"

Ran Xu looked up, and it was indeed the manuscript he brought over from China. It was the first puppet design draft he had drawn for Zhuo Wenlang, which was quite commemorative. Even if the two had broken up, Ran Xu still insisted on drawing It hangs on the bedside, which reminds him of the warmth in the store in 1980. It was his happiest day in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

"Yes." He replied, looking at Qian Dan's unbelievable expression, "Um... is there any problem?"

"Did you draw it?!" Qian Danen reconfirmed, "You are xu?! My God, I remembered that your Chinese name does have a very similar pronunciation, my God...I didn't expect the designer of this blind box to be At such a young age, no, I should say yes, I never thought I could be friends with you."

He grabbed Ran Xu's hand, his eyes were almost shining.

Ran Xu was taken aback, but he was still not used to the enthusiasm of Europeans and Americans: "What's wrong? I designed this blind box, do you think it's good?"

"It's more than good!" Qian Danen exclaimed in surprise.

For the next 10 minutes, Ran Xu listened to his chatter, saying how fashionable this blind box is now, and how he had already poured thousands of dollars into it, but he still couldn't get his favorite box. I wanted one, and then I asked Ran Xu if I could go through the back door from him and let him know in advance if there was any new release.

Ran Xu was dazed by his series of words, and when he heard Qian Danen mentioned "the future style", he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes dimmed.

"There will be no more blind boxes for sale in the future. This is the only series of designs I have done."

"Why?!" Qian Danen exclaimed.

"Because..." Ran Xu didn't know what to say, and in the end he just shrugged his shoulders, quite discouraged, "Actually, I don't think my works are so powerful. The reason why they are so popular may be because A, uh, consumer trap set up by the merchants who sell this." He struggled for a word to describe it.

"Why do you think so?" Qian Danen frowned, paced the room very concerned, and finally opened a can of Coke for Ran Xu and himself, "Here, drink some carbonated drinks to ease your mood."

"Thank you." Ran Xu thought of Zhuo Wenlang and the scented tea he made, and he drank the Coke in his mouth, sweet and sour with bubbles.

"Be confident, great designer!" Qian Dane hiccupped, "I've wanted to say for a long time, isn't a big beauty from the East like you too reserved? You look so indifferent, you look like a rock when the professional hot girl next door winks at you so many times."

Ran Xu blushed when these things were mentioned.

Recently, there are always flowers sent to his apartment, anonymously, with poems written in beautiful cursive script, every time Qian Danen bumps into him, he will laugh and tease Ran Xu, teasing a few words: "Could it be like me now? Are muscular styles out of favor? But yes, beauties are always welcome wherever they go.”

But the person who gave the flowers never showed his head, Ran Xu gradually didn't care about it, always thinking that maybe someone was playing a joke on him.