Fast forward more than ten years, and everyone’s tastes have not changed much.
After finding a seat by the window and sitting down, Yuan Lanshan took a tissue and wiped his glasses before putting them on again.
A hot pot meal was enjoyed by several people, all with smiles on their faces.
Perhaps, only then can everyone be themselves.
He has lost all other identities and has nothing to do with work or family, just like a young man who has been walking on campus for more than ten years.
None of them drank. They came out after dinner. The few people who rarely got together didn't want to leave too early.
They walked side by side and chatted about topics from all over the world, but they didn't feel bored either.
At this moment, Zhou Zhimo felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
The work pressure of the past few months has made him feel depressed like never before. There is a big stone in his heart that is difficult to remove.
Seeing the people around him talking and laughing, Zhou Zhimo put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked forward with them, with a smile on his lips.
Yuan Lanshan, who was walking on his left, deliberately slowed down, and the two of them gradually fell behind.
Yuan Lanshan glanced at him and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you not in a good state recently?"
Zhou Zhimo smiled at him: "I can't tell you, I'm not bored, but I'm definitely stressed."
Yuan Lanshan smiled and comforted him: "After working for so many years, your place is relatively safe."
"Usually it's nothing more than trivial matters. At most, it's just a couple quarreling to coordinate."
"During this period, I also heard some things about you."
"It's enough for you to digest."
Yuan Lanshan stretched out his hand: "I thought of a good idea."
Zhou Zhimo looked at him: "What's your idea?"
Yuan Lanshan said solemnly, suppressing a smile, "Go and burn incense on the morning of the first day of the first lunar month, and make a wish that God will keep you safe there."
Zhou Zhimo slapped him on the shoulder: "You're making fun of me, right?"
Yuan Lanshan didn't dodge either: "Look at the feeling in your eyes when you looked at us today, oh my god, you scared me to death."
"With a sense of joy, cherishment, and the feeling of an elder pampering a child."
"I'm really flattered."
"Thinking about it again, it's probably the cases you handled during this period that have changed you, right?"
Zhou Zhimo smiled sheepishly and sighed softly: "Indeed."
"Although people are born, old, sick and die, it's really hard to breathe when you die suddenly due to an accident."
"When you find out the final truth of the matter, you will find the reasons and the source of the contradictions, which is really sad."
"Obviously it won't happen, but I still take revenge without hesitation."
Yuan Lanshan took out a candy from his pocket and held it in his hand, raised his fist, stepped back in front of Zhou Zhimo, and looked at him with a smile: "Reach out your hand and give you a good thing."
Zhou Zhimo smiled helplessly: "Do you want to play like this? I'm not a girl."
Yuan Lanshan rolled his eyes, put on those glasses, and smiled very politely: "Now, I ask you to close your eyes."
Zhou Zhimo had no choice but to smile and shake his head gently, so he could only close his eyes and put his hands in his pockets.
Yuan Lanshan quickly lowered his head and peeled off the candy wrapper, brought it up to Zhou Zhimo's mouth, took a step forward, stood closer, and whispered: "Be good, open your mouth."
Zhou Zhimo's brows moved slightly, but he opened his lips slightly.
Yuan Lanshan looked at his face through the lenses, and gently fed the candy into his mouth.
Seeing the subtle changes in Zhou Zhimo's expression, Yuan Lanshan laughed softly: "Is it sweet?"
Zhou Zhimo opened his eyes and saw the face close at hand, looking at him with doting eyes.
Zhou Zhimo hurriedly turned his face away, swallowed his saliva, and held the sugar in his mouth: "Sweet..."
Yuan Lanshan lowered his head slightly, smiled quietly, turned around and walked slowly.
A few people walking in front looked back and saw that the two were far behind, and shouted to them: "There is no organizational discipline at all."
Talking and smiling, he stood down and waited for them.
The two smiled and quickened their pace to catch up.
Several people discussed finding a teahouse to sit in.
Zhou Zhimo's phone rang. After answering the call, he looked at everyone apologetically: "Sorry, I have to retreat."
The smile that had always been on Yuan Lanshan's face disappeared, and he looked at him with concern: "What happened?"
Zhou Zhimo shrugged: "There's something going on at work, so I have to rush back."
Several people smiled and nodded, expressing their understanding: "Okay, the nature of your current job is to be on call 24 hours a day."
"There is also the principle of confidentiality, so we won't ask any more questions."
"It's so late, how can we go back?"
Zhou Zhimo smiled and said, "Let's take a taxi back."
Yuan Lanshan looked at him: "Let's go, I'll go with you."
Zhou Zhimo refused: "No need to bother, just find a taxi."
Yuan Lanshan said: "I have a day off tomorrow, and if I have time, I will go to your place to see a relative."
"By the way, I'm usually too lazy to move, but we happened to be together on the road."
When other people heard this, they also agreed: "It's okay to drive to the Blue Mountains. There will be someone to look after you on the road in the dark."
After everyone separated, Yuan Lanshan followed Zhou Zhimo to the dormitory, picked up his things, and walked out.
In the aisle, Zhou Zhimo reached out to take it: "Give it to me."
Yuan Lanshan changed his hand to the other side and continued walking: "Just follow me."
When he arrived at the car, Yuan Lanshan took a few steps to open the passenger door and looked back at Zhou Zhimo: "Sit down."
Zhou Zhimo paused for a moment, then walked over and sat sideways.
Yuan Lanshan put Zhou Zhimo's things on the hood, came back, bent over and looked over.
Zhou Zhimo clung to the back of the seat and looked at him uneasily.
Yuan Lanshan reached out and pulled the seat belt, and fastened it for him with a click.
Then he looked at Zhou Zhimo, smiled slightly, closed the car door for him, and put everything in the back seat.
Yuan Lanshan started the car and drove at a constant speed. There were almost no vehicles on the highway, and the front of the car was illuminated by white flowers.
On the quiet road, there was only the faint sound of vehicle tires grinding against the ground.
Yuan Lanshan spoke. He probably hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was magnetic: "Zhimo, turn on the music."
Zhou Zhimo sat up and reached out to operate the display screen.
Seeing that he still couldn't find it, Yuan Lanshan smiled slightly, reached over and gently turned on the music. His fingers touched Zhou Zhimo's hand, and the smile on Yuan Lanshan's face became even bigger.
Zhou Zhimo retracted his hand in embarrassment, coughed slightly, and looked ahead: "Which of your relatives is in Qingquan County?"
Yuan Lanshan said with a smile, "My second aunt is over there."
Zhou Zhimo was thinking about this relationship in his mind: "Isn't the old man too young?"
Yuan Lanshan nodded: "Well, she is almost ninety years old, and she is the youngest of her generation."
Zhou Zhimo knew that Yuan Lanshan was probably visiting relatives just to send him back.
Looking at the message from Liang Yinuo on his phone, Zhou Zhimo took a deep breath and fell into deep thought...
