An Inconspicuous Shooting Star

"I always ask myself repeatedly, is it my self-righteousness."

Early the next morning, Cheng Yan returned to his mother's home in Chengbei District.

When Cheng's mother saw her son cut his hair and took out his glasses, she suddenly felt that she must be in love, and she felt very happy.

When going downstairs to buy groceries, the common vegetable stall owner saw Cheng Mu's expression of joy, and even casually asked what was good. Cheng Mu just covered her mouth and smiled, without answering.

She cooked a table of dishes and asked Cheng Yan if there was any good news after the dinner table.

Cheng Yan bit his chopsticks in a daze, thought for a while and said, "No, what good news can I have."

"Then," Mrs. Cheng continued, "What about the girl that your aunt introduced you last time? How's it going? How is it?"

"I..." Cheng Yan hesitated, and said: "I told them clearly."

"Speaking clearly? What do you mean?" Cheng Mu's face suddenly became serious.

"I just refused." Cheng Yan did not look up while eating.

"Refused?" Mother Cheng blinked, a little unbelievable, "Why? I heard your aunt said that the girl has a good personality and looks good."

Cheng Yan sounded a little impatient, but thinking that the other party also cared about himself, he still replied: "I am not good enough for them, so I won't delay."

"Why doesn't this match up, what's the difference between you?" Cheng Mu didn't understand.

"No." Cheng Yan sighed lightly, and whispered a negative sentence hoping that the topic would stop there.

But she didn't want Cheng's mother to suddenly change her attitude and approached him after listening, "Xiaoyan, tell me the truth, do you have someone you like?"

"Also...no." There was a slight pause for two seconds between the three words, and Cheng Mu was sensitively caught in these two seconds.

She went on to say: "Just say that if you like it, it's not a big deal. Whether your school is good, you don't look bad, and you are afraid that other girls will not like you."

"Mom," Cheng Yan said with a hint of helplessness, "I have someone I like, but if there is no hope, it is impossible."

"Don't ask." He heard Cheng Mu still want to say, and then quickly answered.

After that, when Mr. Cheng saw his expression sinking, she opened her mouth and finally didn't say a word.

After dinner, Cheng Mu said that she had an appointment with other aunts and went out, leaving Cheng Yan at home alone, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling of her room.

I don't know whether it was the reason for the conversation at the dining table, or that he had already vaguely thought about it. As soon as the surrounding calmed down, Cheng Yan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Think about it, these few days have probably been dazzled, but after playing together for a day, I feel like I can count as friends, and I don't think about anything.And the other party doesn't even know what he thinks about himself, is it really good to just define himself so casually?

Besides, it was himself who promised Huo Xiaoman. Perhaps Huo Sheng was just playing the role of a good father so he stayed with them?Then, after thinking carefully about what I was happy about for no reason, I realized that it seemed that I had thought of it alone from beginning to end.

just--

Thinking of this, Cheng Yan hesitated somewhat. While doing the worst negation, he couldn't suppress the hope that came out of his heart.

What if the other person treats him as a friend like he thought?It seems... it’s not impossible, is it?

Cheng Yan glanced at the corner of his mouth, picked up the phone, searched WeChat with the person's phone number, and then stared at the avatar in the small box for a while, and finally put it down, and the interface for adding friends was just It stays on the screen of the phone like that, waiting for the lock screen to erase it.

on Monday.

Miao Yu looked miserable in the morning, lying on the desk, tilted his head and said to him, "Cheng Yan, what should I do? I always feel that what I am doing now may be a bit off the road, in case it gets off. , This mid-term report was completely rejected. Will I not have to go home for the next month?"

Cheng Yan was typing on the computer. After listening to her, he took the time to turn his head to look at her, "Probably not."

"Really? My heart is dead." Miao Yu listened and sat up a little.

"Hey, it's okay." Fatty Wang's eyes were still staring at his screen, but he suddenly interjected from the other side, "I looked at the part you did, so I am worried about what was wrong?"

"It's not a problem that can't make a big mistake," Miao Yu was a little uncomfortable. "The last case Lao Zhang explained almost every point on my side. Seriously, I'm afraid that I will miss it. Anything, if something goes wrong, wouldn’t it delay everyone’s progress."

"Don't worry about it, it's useless to worry!" The fat man kept tapping the keyboard in his hand, just so straightforward prevarication.

Miao Yu glanced at her mouth, glanced at Cheng Yan and did not dare to speak any more.

After waiting for a while, Fatty Wang suddenly said to himself: "Don't say you are afraid of doing something wrong. I can't finish it here. There is too much time for this. what?"

Hearing that, several people around did not make a sound, and roughly guessed that the fat man was complaining from the side that Huo Sheng had corrected a lot of problems with the previous content during the meeting last week.

Fatty is such a person. The previous content is actually the content handed over by other people in the group. It is not to blame for him if it is wrong, but he just wants to open his mouth and complain so that other people can listen.

However, even if he knew that it was someone else's problem, the fat man would complain at most, and would definitely not call them, but Cheng Yan didn't take it seriously.

"Cheng Yan," the fat man opened his mouth and asked: "You can help me."

Without waiting for Cheng Yan to answer, the fat man handed over the information directly.He didn't even look at the other person, so he stretched out his hand in the air without falling or retracting it.

He said: "Just sort these things, they are all in a group, so let's help share some of them. After this is done, everyone will end early, so there is no need to stay up late to work, right?"

This caused other people in the group to look over.

Cheng Yan reluctantly took the pile of materials in his hand and put it aside.

Then when I was about to get off work in the afternoon and my content was over, when I finally had time to open up the information, I realized that these things to do were not the amount that would be done in two extra shifts.

He looked at these documents that still smelled of fresh ink, sighed deeply, blinked his drooping eyelashes, and finally opened the cover and started working silently.