In the Lanzhou Ramen shop on the street, a man in the corner always lowers his head to eat noodles. There is also a man and a woman sitting opposite, and they flirt in front of him from time to time.
"Why did you remember to ask me out for dinner?" Zhou Bocheng asked vaguely.
Even when he spoke, he did not raise his head.
Only in this way, others would not discover his suppressed emotions. Just half an hour ago, he had just received his cancer test report.
"Your brother is going out again, and your sister-in-law is staying alone in an empty room."
The woman who spoke has a different kind of charm in every gesture. She is elegant, enchanting, and even a little careless. A black stepmother group brings out her attractive figure to the fullest. All of these seem to form a perfect combination.
A kind of natural beauty.
"Why have you been running away so much in the past six months?" Zhou Bocheng frowned slightly.
Pang Chuan seems to have been traveling quite frequently in the past six months.
"It's a good thing this time. I'll go to the company headquarters to study for half a month. Maybe I'll get a promotion and a salary increase when I come back." Pang Chuan was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He just happened to light a cigarette when he spoke, and he looked a bit handsome.
"Then what?"
"Then I'm telling you that the person I introduced to you last time will be left alone by your sister-in-law to deal with your stubborn temper after I leave."
Zhou Bocheng curled his lips disdainfully, "When I call you big brother, you really think of yourself as a big brother!"
"Damn it, remember to pay me and take care of your sister-in-law while I'm away." Pang Chuan laughed and quickly pulled Zhao Ya and ran outside, "We are going to spend time in the world of two today!"
Zhao Ya smiled and let Pang Chuan pull her away.
Zhou Bocheng felt a lump in his throat as he watched the two people leaving.
He picked up a big mouthful of noodles from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, and at the same time, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
He wiped his face haphazardly, reached for a bottle of Erguotou from the cabinet on the side, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into his mouth as if no one was watching.
It was spicy and pungent, stirring up the heart and soul, but it allowed him to relax physically and mentally for a moment, and his thoughts gradually drifted back to half an hour ago.
"How long can I live?"
Zhou Bocheng clenched the paper in his hand and couldn't believe it was his test report, but the name information was indeed correct.
"One year at most..." the doctor sighed.
He is only twenty-six years old and is a regular employee of Zhiyuan Group. He is about to be promoted and have a salary increase. This is the stage of career advancement.
But why was it just a routine physical examination that gave him the short-lived card?
His life has clearly just begun, but he only has less than a year left...
Zhou Bocheng's native family was originally a piece of cake. It was his grandmother who raised him up and relied on him to get into a fairly good school.
I work hard every day and don’t complain to anyone even if my life is unsatisfactory. I live frugally and work-study while studying. I work as a tutor and distribute flyers. I worked as a part-time worker at KFC and saved some money. In addition to the funeral expenses for the elderly, I also have some money.
With more than 100,000 yuan, you can find a girl you like right away and talk about marriage.
But……
The taste of alcohol spreads wantonly in the mouth. The wine I drank today seemed like fake wine, with a hint of sourness.
Zhou Bocheng poured all the chili peppers on the table into the bowl, then picked up a big mouthful of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.
On the expressionless face and eyes filled with tears, two words were clearly written: grievance!
"That idiot Pang Chuan is able to marry such a beautiful wife, and why does he not get AIDS when Nima is looking for flowers every day? That bad old man from the marketing department smokes three packs of cigarettes and two pounds of alcohol every day, why doesn't he get lung cancer?! There is also an office!
That long-tongued woman talks nonsense every day, why doesn’t she have a stroke?! Why must I be so unlucky??”
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol and chili pepper that Zhou Bocheng's face turned red. It was just that the living environment he had grown up in prevented him from expressing his inner thoughts.
It’s a dead end anyway!
I can do whatever I want!
The first thing is to pick up a car. Zhou Bocheng has been planning this for two years. He has been struggling with whether to buy a car or save money to marry a wife.
Now those who are riding horses don’t have to worry anymore!
Then it was time to enjoy it. He had never been to a five-star restaurant, nor stayed in a five-star hotel, nor even flown on an airplane. He was going to die anyway, so he had to experience all of these.
There are also those who usually bully him. From now on, he will fight every one he sees and take them away together when they die!
The last thing is... strive not to be a virgin before you die.
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May is already very hot in the south, the streets are busy with traffic, and the doorways of cold drink shops are filled with all kinds of young people.
Zhou Bocheng was walking aimlessly on the street with a cigarette in his mouth. He was wearing a black suit and overalls, with one hand in his pocket, and his fair skin. From the outside, he looked like a sunny boy.
In a state of confusion, his footsteps stopped at the entrance of the 4S store. He always had an inexplicable sense of inferiority in his heart for this place that smelled like copper. After lingering for a long time, he looked up at the sky and cursed,
"Worri nima!"
Then he strode towards the door and walked in.
"Hello, sir." The voice of the young lady who came towards me was very gentle, and her high heels and black silk uniform were very charming.
But the next second their eyes met, and both of them were stunned.
"Zhou Bocheng?"
"Song Ru?"
"What are you doing here?" Song Ru looked at Zhou Bocheng from top to bottom.
Based on her years of sales experience, Zhou Bocheng is definitely not the kind of customer who pretends to be a pig but eats the tiger.
"Buy a car." Zhou Bocheng's heart was beating wildly when he said this. After all, he had only seen every car parked here in his mind.
Song Ru was his high school classmate. He liked her at first, but later it turned into a bubble due to intense academic work.
"You buy it?" Song Ru raised her eyebrows.
The rule in the store is not to look down on others, but Song Ru didn't believe that Zhou Bocheng could afford the car in the store. After all, she had heard about Zhou Bocheng's family background and his work over the years.
"I'll buy it." Zhou Bocheng's tone was unusually sure.
He desperately told himself in his heart: Zhou Bocheng, you will die if you step on the horse! I'm afraid of 7.8!
"Okay, I will be your shopping guide. What type do you want to buy? Or at what price? I will introduce it to you. They are all old classmates, don't worry!"
"I want to buy a big G," Zhou Bocheng obviously lacked confidence when he said this.
"There is a car in the store. You can pick it up directly. The reference price is 1.5 million. Come over here..." Song Ru made a gesture of invitation.
The 1.5 million frightened Zhou Bocheng so much that his legs softened, allowing Song Ru to see clearly. She sneered in her heart, with a look of disdain on her face, and displeasure appeared in her eyes.
Their sales system is on a rotational basis, and she waited for a long time to finally get a customer, and it was someone like Zhou Bocheng who pretended to be fat.
Just thinking about it makes me feel unlucky!
Is this the kind of damn poor guy who still pretends to be someone else than buys a big g?
She wanted to see how Zhou Bocheng bought it?
Song Ru pulled Zhou Bocheng's hand unkindly, and then handed over the ticket in her hand, "Here, the ticket has been issued. Just swipe your card. Don't say that my old classmate is not interesting enough. I will give you two years of maintenance."