After eating and chatting, as Yu Zihuan’s smile increased, Yu Zhile gradually recovered the feeling of getting along with him in the past, although he always felt that there was something she couldn’t understand in his eyes, and he didn’t seem to be willing to go into details. Tell her about the changes that have taken place in the past eight years.However, Yu Zhile blamed it on the growing up of the child, and there will always be some little secrets that she does not want to share, and she also wants to leave him some private space.
It was already half past nine when he was cleaning up the dishes. Yu Zhile took the initiative to ask Ying to take on the task of washing the dishes, but Yu Zihuan grabbed her and brought her collar out of the kitchen. She could not snatch it, so she had to mourn and grieve while he was washing the dishes. Leaning against the kitchen door and looking at him, "You will spoil me like this. What if I don't want to do anything in the future?"
"Then don't do it." Yu Zihuan kept moving his hands and replied seriously.
"How can this work? You refuse to charge my rent, so why am I embarrassed to eat and drink for nothing at your house."
Yu Zihuan paused, then looked back at Yu Zhile, and quickly changed his tone of joke, "Today, because you just came back, you have this kind of treatment. Besides, I don't charge money for rent, and I didn't say I don't charge it in other ways. ."
"If you don't charge money, what do you charge?" Yu Zhile looked confused.
Yu Zihuan put the last bowl on the bowl rack to control the water, wiped his hands with the towel on the hook next to the sink, turned around and walked towards Yu Zhile step by step, with a smile on his face, and his tone was difficult to distinguish between true and false. /Compensation."
Yu Zhile was so flustered by him, she stepped back subconsciously, and stopped after hitting the dining table. She returned to her senses, pretending to be a calm smile: "Doing housework is doing housework. You can't say anything. This kind of joke is not acceptable. Go around."
Yu Zihuan watched her silently, and Yu Zhile continued to talk non-stop, "That's good, people who don't cook in the future will wash the dishes, wash clothes and mop the floor, how about taking turns?"
Yu Zihuan looked helpless in her eyes, but he nodded happily.
Compared with Yu Zihuan’s cohabitation life, he has changed from a student to a boss, and Yu Zhile has changed from a diligent small supermarket temporary worker to an unemployed person waiting to die, and because of the changes in the age of the two. There are still many differences in the details of life.
For example, Yu Zhile, who is no longer stressed, can’t get up in the morning. Yu Zihuan is usually the one who cooks breakfast, and Yu Zihuan is the one who enters the room to wake people up; for example, Yu Zhile usually can’t get up to Yu Zihuan in housework, almost He was developed into a rice worm that eats nothing but cooks; for example, Yu Zihuan often wanders around naked when he washes in the morning and after bathing in the evening, and he prefers to take a shower outside in the bathroom, often letting Yu Zhile, who accidentally run into him, make trouble. A big red face.
She wanted to talk to Yu Zihuan about the difference between men and women. After all, he is no longer a child, but she doesn't want to tell him too bluntly, let him be okay, don’t dangle in the room naked, because of this. The house belongs to Yu Zihuan, and she seems a bit too much to interfere with his freedom.
So she tactfully mentioned it to Yu Zihuan, showing how strange that he had cultivated the habit of not wearing clothes over the years, but Yu Zihuan's eyebrows drooped slightly, showing a little aggrieved, bright eyes. Yu Zhile immediately destroyed the city, haha smiled round the field, "I heard that when you are okay, let the body be free from the constraints of clothes. Blowing natural wind will help your health. Your new habit is good, very good." After speaking, she regretted it. It was simply talking nonsense with her eyes open.
Forget it, since Yu Zihuan doesn't care about being seen by her, why is she embarrassed?White and tender, thin but not woody, with smooth and powerful muscle lines, tender and juicy flesh/body when you look at it.Yu Zhile had already broken the jar, but since then he became open.
Yu Zhile’s job search has also been ongoing. Yu Zihuan suggested that she could continue to write novels and told her that her editor had repeatedly expressed hope to receive her new manuscripts over the years, but Yu Zhile was not very confident. Back then, I took the lead. After so many years, the tastes of readers have long been tampered with. My set is probably not popular now. But how do you know my editor's thoughts? She came to the door?"
Yu Zihuan frowned, and then said calmly, "Didn't you leave me the contact information with the editor? I later logged into your account and saw the editor's message."
Yu Zhile was surprised, and said without thinking: "When did I leave you this kind of thing?"
Yu Zihuan's eyes could not help but also surprise and doubt. He took Yu Zhile to the study, opened the locked drawer on the desk, and took out a well-preserved but somewhat yellowed paper, except for the list of how to use the deposit. Projects and numbers, as well as the account password mentioned by Yu Zihuan.
Yu Zhile only realized it. Isn't this the memo she accidentally returned to writing before 2015?
"This is not for you."
Yu Zihuan blinked a few times quickly, but it was still difficult to suppress the joy on his face. His eyes seemed to be lit instantly, bright as stars, "You mean, you didn't leave this piece of paper specifically for me?"
Yu Zhile took the piece of paper and looked at it and confirmed again, "Yes, this is a memo to myself, but I will come back before finishing writing it."
Yu Zihuan lowered his eyes, and suddenly laughed contemptuously. Yu Zhile glanced at him strangely, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Yu Zihuan laughed enough, raised his head and looked at her directly, "Yes, I took the wrong medicine, and I have been wrong for many years."
Yu Zhile didn't understand what he was trying to express, so he retracted his neck, glanced at him squintly, raised the paper in his hand and asked, "Does this need more?"
"Yes." Yu Zihuan took the paper and put it back in the drawer carefully. Seeing that he cherished it so much, Yu Zhile craned his neck and looked around to see what else was in the drawer, but found a lot of scratch paper. The handwriting is familiar, and the content is even more familiar. It is the manuscript of the novel she wrote before.
"It's all waste paper, why do you keep it?"
Yu Zihuan quickly locked the drawer, blocking Yu Zhile's continued prying eyes, and said jokingly: "If you become a master of literature in the future, these papers are not waste paper."
"Hahahahahaha." Yu Zhile looked up to the sky and smiled and patted Yu Zihuan on the shoulder after laughing, "You think too much."
"Have you not read the online comments? Many readers have hoped that you will continue to write over the years. Don't be so unconfident."
"Really?" Yu Zhile was very suspicious. Before Yu Zihuan could answer, he waved his hand and said, "Even if it's true, I won't write. At that time, I just wanted to find something to do, and the cost of the draft was a windfall."
And the biggest gain is that he left a sum of money for Yu Zihuan, so that he would not cut off his source of life too soon after she disappeared. As for now, Yu Zhile has no intentions to go to the Internet. The excitement of the novel.
Yu Zhile's resume has also received some interview notices, but it is either from an unreliable leather bag company, or it was brushed down after the initial test.On this day, she went to another foreign trade company for an interview. As a result, she saw a familiar face among the three interviewers.
She quickly glanced at Yan Yuanqing, who looked much more mature than the last time she saw him. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. He had lost his student spirit and was a bit more refined. He sat in the leftmost position. It seems a little absent-minded to look at the demeanor and the movement of turning the penholder in his hand.
But of course Yu Zhile did not dare to show his acquaintance.
For people who had met her eight years ago, she should be around 30 years old now, not a freshly graduated college student. It would be a big trouble to recognize Yan Yuanqing.
"Miss Yu Zhile, please tell me why you are applying for this position and what are your advantages?"
When Yan Yuanqing heard the name from the colleague in the middle, she awakened from a dream and turned her eyes on the opposite Yu Zhile, but his focus was not her answer. He frowned and stared at Yu Zhile for a long time, then bowed his head. Studying the resume in front of me, I finally showed a look that was both incomprehensible and interesting.
Yu Zhile did not squint, just as if he had never met before, and concentrated on answering the questions of the other two interviewers.In the recent series of interviews, she has had sufficient experience and preparation for various routine questions. After she answered, the two interviewers exchanged glances, both nodded, and then asked Yan Yuanqing with their eyes. Of course, Yan Yuanqing did not Expressed dissent, so a few days later Yu Zhile received the notice of the second round of interviews.
The night before going to take the re-examination, Yu Zhile was a little anxious. He went back and forth in the living room while Yu Zihuan sat on the sofa to deal with official duties.
"You said I won't fall short again, right?" Yu Zhile was so dizzy that he leaned on the sofa and said while lying on Yu Zihuan's legs.
If she hadn't had the experience of being eliminated the previous few times, Yu Zhile might not have been so nervous, but she always played abnormally in the retests, which made her a little nervous.
Yu Zihuan stopped the work at hand and lowered his head to comfort him: "Don't be so nervous, you will definitely be able to perform normally."
Yu Zhile rolled his eyes upwards, and said somewhat embarrassedly: "Actually, I might be able to walk through the back door this time, but it may be a bit troublesome, and it's always invincible."
Yu Zihuan didn't understand, so he looked at her with doubts.
Yu Zhile sat upright and said mysteriously: "Guess who is interviewing me this time?"
She has always loved to play guessing games, Yu Zihuan couldn't help but curled her eyes, and asked cooperatively as before: "Who is there?"
"Yan Yuanqing. You said it was a coincidence?"
Yu Zihuan's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes narrowed even harder, hiding his slightly deep expression, "That's a coincidence."
He was also considering opening the back door, but he opened the back door to remove Yu Zhile, and then arranged to work in another company.