Later, Du Siqiu contacted Yang Li several times by phone and WeChat. At first, the conversation focused on his "Love Letter in C Language". Later, they became more familiar with each other and chatted all over the world. She found that she was quite close to him.
able to talk to.
In addition to chatting about work-related matters, I also occasionally asked him about the beautiful scenery, tempting food and interesting local customs of Taiwan and Hong Kong.
Finally, she was particularly interested in asking how the female styles in these two places compared with those in the mainland.
Yang Li quickly replied: They are all very good. Taiwanese beauties are sweeter than you, and Hong Kong beauties are sassier than you.
Du Siqiu couldn't laugh or cry and said: "What's the matter, Writer Yang, so I'm useless?"
"Yes, you look quite kind."
"Looks kind? But actually?"
"I won't tell the truth because it will hurt my feelings."
Yang Li may have created too many images of cold male protagonists, and he went too far. He always maintained a cold demeanor when talking to her, and rarely used modal particles.
Yang Li firmly denied this, saying that was his true appearance.
"You are so heartless. Thinking about how I gave you 100% of my warm-heartedness at the beginning, you turned around and gave me such a comment."
"A good man doesn't mention his past bravery, so don't bring up old things again! Besides, I don't appreciate you at all for the two yuan of bus fare you donated."
He was such a fearless and unreasonably willful person. But he did have talents that had to be admired. Especially after carefully reading his works, she realized that her previous evaluation was too reckless and that he was not a pretty boy.
Or some embroidered pillow.
Therefore, Du Siqiu, who took over the editor's job for the first time, could not help but secretly feel a little lucky for this.
Originally I was just a contracted editor, but thanks to Yang Li, I was temporarily promoted to editor-in-chief. It was a mixed blessing and a mixed blessing.
Ever since he was assigned by Xue Yan to be Yang Li's editor-in-chief, Du Siqiu felt that he had aged several years instantly.
It’s true that Yang Li is talented, and it’s true that he wants to win more readers for Shenzhen magazines, but he is also a serious procrastinator.
He would always submit the manuscript at the last minute, which made her chase after him endlessly like an old lady all day long.
She thought that Yang Li was actually quite capable, but too willful. He was young, but he was very good at having fun. He had a group of fun-loving and noisy brothers, and it was common to hang out in bars in the middle of the night. As they got closer to each other, he also
Generously bring her into his circle and get to know his friends. Take her to have fun in bars, art exhibitions, restaurants, resorts, racecourses, wherever. There are some places she doesn't like, but she can still try to go there calmly.
understand.
At first, she sat in the distance and quietly watched him dancing, smoking and drinking with his friends, feeling very uncomfortable.
She read his words, and the traces of elegance were very deep. She knew that deep down he hated this kind of life, at least he would never enjoy shuttling among smoke-filled men and women.
She felt confused and wondered what he was venting about.
Yang Li drinks very heavily. When he drinks too much, his words and actions become ruder than usual. At first glance, he always looks like a pitiful guy with scars.
On the way back, Du Siqiu said fiercely that she would never come here with him again, which was like acting out the story of the fall of a pure girl.
He laughed loudly and said yes, if you don't like it, you won't come here anymore.
The next day, he actually declined the invitation from his friends and took her to ride horses at the racecourse of one of his uncles. Uncle Chen was an old friend of his father's.
When Du Siqiu went there for the first time, he met Uncle Chen's daughter Chen Mu, a girl as refreshing as the wind, with a military green peaked cap on her head and a pair of looming black eyes underneath.
Her smile gave people a particularly clean feeling. When Yang Li saw her, he rudely pulled her pony tail and asked her to lead the horse out.
Chen Mu squinted at him: "Treat me as Ah Si and go by yourself."
Yang Li was a little helpless, winked at Du Siqiu, and went into the shed by himself. Du Siqiu smiled happily, having never seen him so cowardly before.
She had never thought that one day she would ride a horse. When she was in kindergarten, she had only seen the two horses raised by the principal. They were brown and looked majestic when people climbed on them.
Now she was sitting in front, and Yang Li was behind to help stabilize her body. He held the reins tightly with three hands. He taught some details and demonstrated the movements at the same time.
The horse quickly started galloping. Wherever the breeze passed over its face, it was tickling, and it was filled with flamboyant happiness.
Her laughter trembled with joy during the bumps. Turning her head, she saw Chen Mu outside the fence looking at them from a distance with a kind smile.
She suddenly had a hunch that Yang Li, who got drunk every night, and all his depression were probably because of this girl. If everyone's past was recorded in words, whose story would not be a book.
She was very touched by Yang Li's frank talk. Sometimes she felt strange that she and He Youdong had known each other unknowingly and had been dating for a while. In the end, she always felt confused, as if she still knew nothing about his life.
.
Although there have been intimate contacts such as hugging and kissing, there is always a feeling that I cannot see through him.
He must have been very busy recently. The company had a lot of business to liquidate at the end of the year, so she called him several times a few days ago, but no one answered.
She gradually spent her time on work and Yang Li. She was so busy and having so much fun that she often even forgot about He Youdong's existence.
Until one evening, He Youdong took the initiative to call her. This call back seemed a little late.
But he didn't realize it at all, as if it was a very common thing. It seemed to have become a habit. He always had to finish his own work, and occasionally he would remember to call her back when he was free.
"Xiaoqiu, I bought a Dahongpao that you like. Are you free to come to my house now?"
She didn't bother with him and said, okay, then you wait for me and prepare snacks.
He said that it had been prepared early, including her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake and glutinous rice cakes. It seemed that he had predicted that she would go there early in the morning.
As soon as she entered the door, she asked: "If I don't come today, what will happen to your snacks? Will you finish them?"
"If you don't come, I'll do it tomorrow." He picked up the tea cup with one hand and made tea. The rich and rich fragrance of Dahongpao filled the whole room.
"What if I never come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?" Suddenly it sounded a bit unreasonable.
His eyes flickered: "How is this possible? Besides, I can only make these two snacks. Others may not be willing to reward me."
Why isn't it possible?
She happily sat down and took a cup to drink. He Youdong rarely drank tea, so he imitated her, holding the cup and slowly sipping one-third of the amount. The bitter liquid melted on the tip of his tongue.
It opened, leaving a hint of sweetness at the end, but he frowned and said: "It's really bitter."
"No pain No gain."
"Hey, these are two different things, okay?"
She rolled her eyes and smiled: "What have you been busy with recently?"
"It's nothing, it's still something about the company. The boss said he would lay off people at the end of the year, so he didn't dare to take it lightly." He lazily leaned on the sofa.
"You also have times when you're afraid."
"No, I'm very scared. My old lady has been looking forward to living in a big house. She is counting on me. How can I be embarrassed to lose my job?" He laughed: "There are a few old people who have been clamoring for a new house all day long. She is the only one.
Love to toss."
"Ha, otherwise you think all your sons are raised in vain."
"Yes, yes, I will pay the debt I owe myself." He bowed his hands and bowed pretending to be sincere.
"How many people were laid off in the end, and was Peng Tao fired?" She said this just for fun.
"Peng Tao? His job was saved, but his wife ran away."
The glutinous rice in her mouth choked her throat, and she made an indistinct sound: "Eh?"
"Yao Yundi divorced him."
"What, what kind of show is this playing?"
He Youdong shook his head: "I heard it was a matter of emotional discord. Anyway, Yao Yundi returned to France a few days ago."
Is that so? Du Siqiu couldn't believe it. Their first contact in Hangzhou came to mind. The sweet look in her eyes when she mentioned Peng Tao during the interview was clearly the product of love.
It has only been a few months and things have already changed.
In the blink of an eye, all the snacks on the coffee table were cleared away, and she was finally full.
She leaned on the sofa casually and looked around his house, taking a serious look at his house for the first time. The space in the house was not large, with one room and one living room. There were very few things. There was not even a decent tea set on the coffee table in the living room.
No, there were only three or two ceramic cups with blue and white patterns and a simple teapot. You could tell at a glance that he was the kind of person who didn't often invite friends to his home. Hey, wait a minute. Her eyes fell leisurely on the passage.
At the end, there is another room there. "That's the study, right?"
"Yes, you are pretty good at being confused."
She retorted unconvinced: "No, no, no, I have a basis for saying this."
"Well, please speak."
"First, the window in that room is facing the sun, so the light conditions are the best, so it is natural to make the best use of everything. Second, you slept in the living room last night, which means that your home only has one bedroom, not even a guest room."
"As expected of a pen holder, his observation skills are sharper than those of ordinary people."
Under his guidance, she visited his study room. There was only a set of mahogany desks, chairs, and a bookshelf about two meters high, which was filled with strictly classified books. Du Siqiu settled in front of the bookshelf, his eyes simply too busy.
, jumping from economics and management books to British literary works to Japanese novels and then to Chinese literary works. I browsed all the way to the top of the bookshelf, and suddenly found a collection of Mu Xin’s literary works.
She subconsciously exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, Mu Xin's book!"
"Do you like Mu Xin?"
"Yes, his writing style is very unique."
He nodded in agreement: "I think he is probably a simple and wise man, and his writing style is unforgettable."
In fact, Du Siqiu has not really read Mu Xin's works. At first, he did not know him. At that time, he heard the teacher highly praise Chen Danqing in the college Chinese class, so he followed the trend and read "New York Trivia". Chen Danqing repeated it again and again.
Mentioning the extraordinary talent of her mentor, she finally knew about Mu Xin. She heard that Mu Xin's works have always been controversial and highbrow. Only the "Windsor Cemetery Diary" in front of her was "approachable".
She pointed at the book and said: "Lend me this one." She happened to read this book from a classmate when she was a student. She probably was busy working part-time and had no time at that time, so she only hurriedly flipped through the front page.
The preface and the first short article in it, "American Comedy". I didn't read it anymore.
However, two or three years later, she still remembered Mu Xin’s description of her childhood days of going to the theater: “After the opera, everyone rushed out of the temple one after another with a buzzing sound, especially the young ones who jumped over the broken walls.
It’s so convenient, and all of a sudden the streets are full of people laughing and chatting as if there’s something else to do. It’s like walking in one direction, but becoming more and more divergent as you go.”
How similar to our life path. We gather here and there, but there is always a time to leave, and there is always a moment to wave goodbye at a certain intersection. Many roads, we have to walk alone.
He Youdong was very merciless and refused her without hesitation: "I never borrow other people's books, they get dirty easily."
"We are both in this situation, how can you have the nerve to say that I am someone else?" What she meant was that she was already his girlfriend. Although the two of them were innocent, they still had a good friendship.
"Okay, take it. You really dare to say anything for a mere book."
"I am sacrificing myself heroically for culture, do you understand?"
"Hey, girls don't know how to be careful." He warned her as if he was a thousand years old, "Look, if you accidentally let other men take you away last night, you will lose your virginity today."
"Then why don't you be one of these other men? Am I that bad?".
"Me? Haha." Suddenly he remembered that night when he secretly kissed her, and when he thought of the girl who looked like a flower under the moonlight that night, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This chapter has been completed!