"Hey! Brother Yucheng, these are the two tenderloin pies that I squeezed my head out to grab. How could you take them all?!" Zhou Mingyao immediately complained.
"You know it's not easy, why don't you buy one more! Don't look at me with such bitter and hateful eyes, I'll just give it back to you." Unlike Zhou Mingyao, who was deliberately looking for trouble, Yucheng's big eyes were full of confusion.
"Brother, you are the real deal! You are a man who can have breakfast at home and then come out! Unlike me, we agreed at the beginning of our marriage that she would do the housework and I would cook, so I would go to work on an empty stomach. "
Yucheng stared at Mingyao depressedly.
"So those beautiful loves can only exist in myths and legends, right?" Yucheng, who still couldn't get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, sighed silently, and then lay flat like an inanimate thing. On the railing on the side, the eyes looking at the meat pie were as dim as two stars embedded in the night sky.
"Every time I'm hungry, I miss my mother's cooking. When I was young, I always had a lot leftover. Thinking about it now, it's like a ticket issued by time."
Unlike Ming Yao, who was laughing so hard, Yu Cheng, who repeatedly played with the tinfoil balls, was so puzzled that he almost went crazy.
"So compared to a son, being a father is a blessing! You can eat the food cooked by your mother every day. Brother Yucheng, I really want to exchange identities with my father for a day."
Perhaps a little surprised and speechless, Yu Cheng secretly raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Hey! Let me explain. Have you ever encountered this kind of situation? It's obviously a dream, but it's so clear and real. It's like everything in the past is living again?"
Zhou Mingyao was still chewing the meat pie in his mouth, and his slightly raised eyes were bright.
"Is it jet lag?" Ming Yao suddenly realized and smiled, then joked naturally.
"I'm telling you something very serious! It's that kind of very vivid dream. Have you ever had it?"
Listening to Yucheng's voice, Ming Yao felt a little confused as a monk. Yucheng quickly put his arm on his shoulders and asked again.
"The kind of dream that is too vivid to be a dream? Of course a person with a wild imagination like me has had one!"
He felt Yu Cheng looking at him in surprise. And that kind of thing is like a miracle, but Ming Yao can tell him calmly.
"In my dream, my first love Shin Joo-young and I became boyfriend and girlfriend. I dreamed that I chased her to the train station. She had already stepped into the ticket center with one foot, but under my hard and soft words, she... I finally changed my mind. From that night on, whenever I saw her on TV, I would feel as if she was still by my side and we had never broken up. So, after that, as long as it was an idol drama she participated in, I didn’t even dare to watch it because I was afraid to see her filming a kiss with other male celebrities, otherwise I would feel betrayed.”
Recalling the whole dream, a regretful smile appeared on Ming Yao's lips.
"You are a young person after all. These are all superficial dreams! What I'm talking about is that you have to empathize with her when you have a scene opposite her!"
"Returning to a rival role? Bro, you are really thick-skinned now. My first love was the same as my first love, Miss Song Zhuxuan, and they were both brilliant people. You actually said such a thing regardless of your shame!" Ming Yao! The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. He took Zheng Yucheng's arm, laid his head on his shoulder and laughed wildly.
"If you laugh again, I really won't pay attention to you." Yucheng looked at him awkwardly.
"I know, I was wrong, okay. Otherwise, if we play a black game at 10.30 tonight, I will treat it as an apology to you." Ming Yao pleaded out of breath with laughter. "Just to play two games with you, I even purchased the equipment in advance."
Until the car's exhaust smoke completely dissipated into the distance, Yucheng still stared blankly ahead.
"What happened? Was the game console confiscated by my sister-in-law?" Ming Yao couldn't help but ask again.
"Before she discovered it, the game console had been scrapped." The heavy feeling gripped him tightly, making Yucheng unable to move. "I originally planned to wait until the bonuses were paid out this month before buying one."
"To put it politely, it's called retirement. I've been with you for so many years and it's time to retire. It's okay, brother. If the old ones don't go away, the new ones won't come back! Be more open-minded!"
"It should indeed be eliminated, but I really hope I can buy a second-hand one this time that is no different from new."
Yucheng was almost led all the way to the downstairs of the office building by Zhou Mingyao. The moment Yucheng threw the tinfoil into the trash can, his eyes suddenly widened.
"What kind of scar is this? There was obviously no one before. Not only that, I never seemed to feel any pain?!" Looking at the white mark on his wrist that looked like salt, Yu Cheng couldn't help but mumbled in shock. .
"Brother, what are you talking about? Didn't you have that scar since two years ago? I remember you said at the time that it was slapped by your sister-in-law with a feather duster."
"Hey! When did I ever say something like this? You know how to lie to me every day! Please, watch it carefully. This is my own body. Wherever I have pain and scars, can I not count them?! "
Ming Yao looked back at Yu Cheng again. Yu Cheng's already big eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Is there something wrong with my body, or is my brain circuit short-circuited? This was what you told us personally at Brother Ke Mian's food stall two years ago, and you still had snot and tears that day. That’s right.”
Yu Cheng was instantly embarrassed, and Ming Yao didn't even look at him, only replying to the message. After a while, Yucheng finally caught Ming Yao's eyes again.
"That should be true, but I really have no impression at all."
"Hey! I'm not making fun of you. Besides, this kind of thing is a private matter that can only be passed on between good friends. How can I make a joke?!"
Despite Ming Yao's thorny tone, Yu Cheng still stared at him in disbelief.
"Brother, please take the time to go to the hospital for a check-up. Is it because of the recent heavy psychological burden that caused Alzheimer's disease to occur early? I heard that several friends around me have been diagnosed. If not as soon as possible, With treatment, it will develop to a very bad level in the future.”
After admiring Ming Yao's rich expression, Yu Cheng's attention turned to his wrist again.
It's really puzzling. In Yucheng's panicked heart, a whirlpool of confusion and horror rippled.
"Last month, we won the Lucky Seven again for our profit. In the past few days, we have to work hard overtime."
"Let's go buy two cups of coffee to refresh ourselves, or we'll run out of ideas later!" The door of the unit opened, and two female colleagues came over, pretending to smile and teasing each other.
"Are you going to eat just now?" Zhou Mingyao stepped forward and asked gently.
"We've already finished our meal, and now we're going to buy two cups of coffee across the street. By the way, do you two want to drink? We can bring it for you."
The wind rustled the leaves, and the faces of the two beautiful female colleagues were slightly distorted by the wind.
"As for us, don't bother. Brother Yucheng likes to drink sweet things recently, and coffee is too bitter." Mingyao's answer was very cheerful, as if he knew Yucheng better than himself.
"As for my side? Hey! Wife, did you say the child is sick? Doesn't it matter?" The phone was caught between his fingers, swinging from side to side like his eyes. Yucheng, knowingly, reached out and scattered Ming Yao. The broken hair on his forehead was brushed up, and suddenly he saw the door of the unit being pushed open from the inside. The next second he turned around and ran away.
"I just want to drink. Just bring us a cup each. I'll also treat you two to coffee." Yucheng said with all his bodhisattva heart, but his heart was like the wind blowing through the leaves. Up and down, pounding, pounding.
"For money, can I pay by credit card?" Yucheng's face immediately turned red when he saw a few red tickets.
"Of course! Thank you, Brother Yucheng." The two girls couldn't help but smile. After taking the card and taking two steps forward, they turned around at the same time and said as if they were telling Yucheng on purpose. .
"Well, are we just going to buy it for the four of us? Where are Director Shen Zhenghuan and the others? Do you want to help them too? After all, there are only a few clan-level employees in our entire loan group, so forget the newcomers. "
"It's really conspicuous to come back to work with four cups of coffee, so just buy them all. If you're new, there's a girl named Zhiyuan who is good to me. Let's bring her a cup too. Anyway, it's just a few cups of coffee, and there's nothing. Don't be too stingy about how much money you have, right?" Yucheng suppressed the anxiety and nervousness in his heart and pretended to be generous.
"Thank you so much, Brother Yucheng." While the two female colleagues turned around with a smile, Yucheng's expression immediately froze. I thought that when I got home, I would be filled with the deep hatred and endless anger of my wife Li Chengmei, and the shame and humiliation of kneeling on the washboard in front of my two children and neighbors all over the building. Just hearing a buzzing sound, Yu Cheng's brain almost exploded.
