Don’t lie if you can’t say you are in love, just like it a little bit

“So, how about a good get-together?” Jiutan turned his head and looked at the heavily made-up woman next to him. After signing his name on the agreement, the Montblanc pen, which is usually not very easy to use, was unexpectedly smooth at this time. When the woman heard this, she had a look of impatience on her face. "Oh my God, Jiutan, when did you and I get together?" The woman couldn't wait to pull the documents on the table and stuff them into her bag, and left without looking back while stepping on her high heels.

After hearing the door close, Jiutun picked up the wine glass on the table and poured himself some red wine. He cheered and raised the wine glass in his hand to the void. The red wine hanging on the wall of the glass reflected in the light. Shining underneath.

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Ibaraki heard a discordant sound in his sleep. ? "Oh my God, ah, go deeper, yes, ah! You're great!" A sweet female voice floated through the thin wall of the rental house. As soon as he heard it, he knew that the boy Yasha had brought a girl back again. "Ah..." Ibaraki scratched his head a little irritably, and then pulled the quilt over his head. He drank too much at the company's farewell party last night. He called Yaksha to drive him to pick him up, but the unreliable guy who killed a thousand swords insisted that he had something to do and called him a Didi taxi. When the driver came, he saw a man with red cheeks who couldn't speak clearly. The drunk man drove away without saying a word. In the end, he stood under the biting cold wind of the winter in Sijiu City for nearly an hour, with his lips turning blue from the cold, before he found an old man riding a tricycle who was willing to give him a ride. After the uncle brought him to the door of his house, he insisted not to take his money. He also gave him a pack of hawthorn balls bought for his grandson to sober up the alcohol. He told him to take a hot bath when he returned, but this morning he still had a splitting headache and cold flu. Sniffles. Ibaraki opened the quilt and sat up, then looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. At 7:50, Ibaraki was stunned for two seconds, and jumped out of bed with a cry. It's over, it's over. Yesterday, Yan Yanluo, the head of their department, specially ordered They must not be late today. It seems that they are... going to do something. Ibaraki hurriedly put on the only black suit he wore at the graduation ceremony, washed up hastily and ran out of the door.

What kind of traffic jam is there? The traffic in Beijing is like this. A small rear-end collision can be stuck for two hours, not to mention it is still the morning rush hour. Jiudun looked at his watch. According to the situation, he probably won't be able to make it on time. When I arrived, I deliberately left the house an hour early. I called my secretary to explain the situation, then closed my phone and looked out the window. Suddenly there was a noise. A young boy was sitting on the ground with an overturned bicycle next to him. Another man was trying to help the boy get up. There was no blood on the ground, and the boy quickly stood up, presumably nothing happened. Jiutun admitted that he was not a good person. Just when he was about to turn his head and close his eyes to rest for a while, his eyes were glued. The boy turned his head inadvertently, his golden eyes reflected the sunshine that year, as if he was still in college. of him. ————Ibaraki, if I remember correctly... Well, Shuten's hand couldn't help but touch his lips. He really couldn't find anything after running through iron shoes, and it took no effort at all. He straightened his clothes and opened his mouth. door.

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? “It’s coming soon, it’s coming soon.” Ibaraki rode his bicycle between the tricycles that sent his children to school, and went out to buy groceries. His aunt’s small electric bike looked like a small yellow bike belonging to a college student who was out to play. It perfectly demonstrated his superb bicycle skills, until the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, shocking him. Jump, the handlebars tilted involuntarily, and then the harsh car horn sounded behind him. It was over, Ibaraki thought at what was probably the last moment of his life, and the sound of his heartbeat was so loud at this time.

Darkness followed, and all the sounds faded away at that moment. He vaguely saw a touch of red, and he thought it was blood. In fact, Ibaraki heard a voice in his heart. Those were that man's hair. They were always tied up randomly by that man. They were messy, but they were still so, so damn charming. He could never beat him again, Ibaraki thought vaguely. Three years of hard training in basketball were all in vain. It would never be possible for him to find him again, and it would never be possible for him to say to him, "My best friend, in fact, I have always wanted to finish that unfinished basketball game." (ps: Slow Man ()) Ibaraki felt vaguely Someone was calling him, but he couldn't hear clearly, so he shook his head vigorously. In the next second, all the sounds came back to his head, making his brain hurt. He waved his hand, trying to silence those voices. The man mistakenly thought he was asking him to help him up, so he immediately hugged Ibaraki tightly and carefully helped him up. Depend on! It hurts, it hurts. Ibaraki's face was distorted. Before he had time to come out, he had already stood up straight. There was still a heartbreaking pain in his left leg, but it was probably nothing serious. He signaled to the man Letting go, the man quickly pulled his hand back, almost causing Ibaraki to fall on the curb. "Are you okay?" A somewhat low voice, which he once dreamed of, he clicked on the small dialog box in WeChat and listened. The sound sounded no less than a thousand times. Ibaraki felt that his head was even more dizzy than before. He looked up tremblingly, and then he really fell onto the curb.

? God is playing tricks on him! ! ! Ibaraki collapsed and sat on the curb, lowering his head and counting silently for three seconds. Is today a Good Friday? How come everything seems like a dream given to him by God.

? Shuten looked down at Ibaraki and raised his eyebrows, taking his hand around his shoulders, lifting the boy up and slowly helping him up. "How's it going? Can we leave?" Ibaraki didn't dare to look up, but hugged the man tightly and nodded silently, "Wait!" The driver behind the accident saw that the two people were about to leave, so he walked over and handed the drink to him. Shuten took a business card and said, "My name is Arakawa. I am willing to take full responsibility for this matter. Contact me if you have time." Shuten took it and inserted the small, inconspicuous blue card into Ibaraki's coat.

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“Where are you going?”

Jiutun looked around and didn’t know what he was thinking. The boy had no choice but to take the initiative to speak.

"Ah!" Ibaraki came to his senses, "I, I, I, I want to go to Dajiangshan"? "Huh? Is it that company?" An unknown light flashed through Shuten's eyes. "Yes." Ibaraki scratched his head in distress. He didn't expect that meeting the senior he admired very much would be like this again. Although I'm sorry to trouble others, I will definitely be late if I don't go to the company.

? "Master Qingbo, go to the company." The driver in the front row was very professional, with an indifferent look on his face. He simply did his job well without saying anything. When he was almost downstairs of the company, Ibaraki said quickly Just park aside, secretly thinking that I can't let the lady at the front desk and the security guys see me getting out of the senior's car. Who knows what kind of scandal will spread and cause trouble to the senior. Shuten glanced at Ibaraki, but without forcing him, he asked Mr. Qingbo to stop at the Good Neighbor convenience store on the corner opposite the company. When Ibaraki got out of the car, he suddenly remembered that he had not yet added his mobile phone number, and even his WeChat ID was newly changed. But he held his breath and refused to ask, "Your phone number" "182108609xx!" Ibaraki finally couldn't hold his breath and said the lines he had prepared earlier. Shuten raised his eyebrows and said that this man who had gone crazy The small line of numbers he wanted to know was silently stored in his mobile phone

? On the way from the convenience store to the company, Ibaraki was so happy when he remembered what happened this morning. He just wanted to take off on the spot. Even his steps became erratic, and his whole body was covered with sweet pink bubbles, making passersby around him unable to help but avoid him. As soon as he arrived at the company door, Ibaraki felt something was wrong.

The security guys who usually hang around everywhere suddenly stood at the door today. They were straighter than the telephone poles downstairs. They didn't even look away when they saw him coming. As soon as he walked into the company, the front desk lady who usually greeted him warmly today Sitting upright and gesturing with his eyes to hurry in, Ibaraki nodded cautiously and quickly ran to the entrance of the production department, only to find that although the lights inside were on, no one from the production department was missing. He looked around for a while and found that no one was there. He let out a sigh of relief and was about to put his schoolbag on the table when he found a note written with a bright red marker on the table. On it were only the characters "Ibaraki" written in dragons and phoenixes. ! ! ! You're late again! ! ! Go to the lecture hall now, immediately! ! ! This note seemed to have magic power. Ibaraki's mind immediately pictured the angry supervisor Yan Yanluo wanting to bite him to death. His hand shook and the note fell to the ground. Ibaraki didn't care to pick up the note on the ground anymore. He ran to the lecture hall on the second floor, knocked on the door, and heard a "Please come in." This sound made Ibaraki pause when he pushed the door open. That's not right, this voice...

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