Standing on the busy street, Yang Xiaoyun suddenly felt that he didn't know how to go on in his life and future.
There is hypocrisy everywhere, there is flattery everywhere, and profit is everywhere!
The world in my imagination seems to have completely changed!
I was so confused that the fighting spirit I had just graduated from school was almost completely wiped out by the cruel reality.
Love?Friendship?
In this society where fiction and reality are everywhere, she can no longer distinguish between what is true and what is false.
She didn't know if others would feel the same way when they were out in society for the first time.
At this moment, she missed that warm home very much.
My steps involuntarily walked to the public telephone hall on the side of the road.
Dial the familiar number.
"Hello!" Mother Yang's very gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.
Yang Xiaoyun actually didn't know how to speak. She was afraid that she would cry as soon as she spoke. She was afraid that her mother, who was already worried about her, would be worried.
"Hey, it's Xiaoyun?" Mother Yang had already guessed it without waiting for Yang Xiaoyun to speak.
"Mom, it's me!" The words seemed to use up all her strength.
"Xiaoyun? What's wrong? Didn't you just call yesterday?" Yang's mother was a young man who went to the countryside in the early 1980s and was full of talents. However, due to the influence of society and the passage of decades after marrying Yang's father, Yang's mother was now
Her aloofness has been replaced by some tacky things, but she always protects her daughter!
"I miss you!" Yang Xiaoyun said coquettishly, trying to suppress the heaviness in his voice.
"You are really not shy. In two months, you will be 23 after the Chinese New Year. How can you act like a spoiled child to your mother?" Although Mother Yang's tone was delicate and cautious, it was not hard to hear her doting.
"Haha...Okay, Mom, I won't tell you anymore. Where am I on the street? Hang up first!"
Feeling that her tears were really about to flow out, Yang Xiaoyun was anxious to hang up the phone.
"Yun, Mom, let me buy you a mobile phone!" On the other side of the phone, her mother's words still reached her ears. Yang Xiaoyun smiled, it's better for her family!
Tears flowed out. Is it true that I am too fragile? But even after suffering such a small grievance, I shed tears of sadness. It's really...
I took a breath, closed my eyes and leaned against the phone booth. A familiar fragrance drifted past my nose, and I opened my eyes...
Zhan Li Cheng?
God, this man is really haunted!
"Are you homesick?" It was that soft voice again.
It was just that it reached Yang Xiaoyun's ears, but it lacked the touch it had before. When she heard this man's words now, she felt a little disgusted.
If she really had to choose to listen, she would rather choose the hurtful words of that cold roommate than the false and false words that are touching her ears now.
Turning to face Zhan Licheng, Yang Xiaoyun forced a smile on her face. For now, she hasn't learned how to win over a man!
"Let's go! I'll take you to eat!" Shaking his head at the conspicuous Mercedes-Benz sports car on the side of the road, Zhan Licheng reached out and took Yang Xiaoyun's hand that was holding the corner of his clothes. It was so cold that Zhan Licheng frowned.
The scene of these two hands touching happened to fall in the eyes of Lan Chu, who was standing by the window in the ward on the fourth floor of the Central Hospital.
He frowned and twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't tell whether he was angry or smiling!
He turned around and walked to the table, looked at the bowl of millet porridge that was already a little cold, picked up a spoon, stirred it unconsciously, picked it up, and finished it in one go.
My stomach seems to feel much better.
However, when he thought that this should be the last time, Lan Chu felt a little bit reluctant to give up. He smiled and added in his heart that he was just reluctant to give up on this woman's cooking skills.
Yang Xiaoyun lowered his head and looked at the big hand holding his own. It was very slender and warm, but...