Day 146

Because of the man's righteous words, the people nearby finally gave up their silence and came to help, persuading the boy not to bother Fu Xunyan anymore.

"Although I'm also greedy for this face, but...brother, you should be more reserved."

The boy had to leave in disappointment.

Fu Xunyan felt a sense of heaviness. The attention he received did not match his status. What always made him feel lost, like a cat's paw, was the regret that he did not get what he could have gained under such external conditions.

He convinced himself to accept it countless times, but he still felt sad about his fate.

He is no worse than anyone else, but he works harder than anyone else.

Very...sad.

Through the foggy sky, the man raised his chin and sighed.

The girls looked away but couldn't help but look over.

The man wrapped in a sports suit but still exuding a mature air has a fatal charm, a contrast that is beautiful and powerful, yet vaguely fragile.

He didn't stay there for long, and quickly sorted out the negative emotions that had inexplicably surged up.

"Thanks."

He thanked the man who extended a helping hand, but was touched by the exchange of glances.

He felt the same deep fatigue and boredom with life in the other person's eyes.

The other person smiled, shrugged and waved goodbye. The meaningful look before parting made Fu Xunyan understand that they might meet again someday.

"Oh my God! I remember who he is!" Fang Haoyu has been silent since a while ago. In fact, he was searching for memories of that person in his mind.

"It's Cong He!"

"Cong He—who is it?"

"You really don't pay attention to the entertainment industry."

"He was a super famous movie star and model more than a decade ago, but he kept a low profile and never released any new works. I only recognized him because my mom was a huge fan of him when she was young and there were posters of him in our old house."

Cong He? Fu Xunyan's understanding of the entertainment industry was much deeper than Fang Haoyu had imagined. Speaking of Cong He, he remembered a piece of gossip.

His difficulties also came from his good friends.

No wonder……

They are so similar.

Forget it, it's too ridiculous for him to try to scam this famous actor now. Fu Xunyan looked at the ground with self-deprecating eyes, then blended into the crowd.

Today is the day to stand on the stage and celebrate for Yin Xingheng.

Celebrate his bright future and celebrate that he is the only one among the people he likes who has a good ending.

So he wanted to be happy, to smile and cheer for Yin Xingheng from the audience, and the other people on the stage had nothing to do with him.

Yin Xingheng's existence at least proves that Fu Xunyan's life is not a tragedy, nor is he a complete witness of tragedy.

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"The first place is——"

"Fu Xunyan."

"congratulations!"

"Wow it's a treasure hunt!"

"It's Fu Xunyan!!!"

"Ahhhhhhh mom, I witnessed history!"

…

"Team Leader, I have already written the report you requested and have sent it to you via email."

"Old Fu! Let's start the meeting quickly!"

"Xun Yan, young people should be more motivated. Your team's performance this month is pretty good, but it's still down compared to last month. I hope you can pick up the advantage and maintain it."

…………

"Brother, aren't you considering finding a partner to marry and start a family? You're already 28, right? Why don't you ask my aunt to introduce you to someone? She's a famous matchmaker."

"Xun Yan, with your conditions, it would be a shame if you didn't get married and have no offspring."

………………

"Xun Yan? You're not in good form this month. Last month, you slipped, but you were still in first place. Look at this month, the second place is only two hundred thousand yuan behind you in terms of profit. If you keep going like this, you're going to be overtaken!"

"Xun Yan! You have to be nervous. You are the one with the best chance of being promoted to deputy director in the business department. You know I have always been optimistic about you, but I will only speak up for you if you have achievements, right?"

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Bang--

The man took off his tie.

He wasn't very excited, and his face had never been as calm as it was today. His pale, bloodless knuckles just moved up along his tie.

So light, not even as loud as a cat would make.

It was not until the tie was placed on the table that the director was startled and dropped the teacup, causing him to let out a horrifying and terrifying scream.

The cows and horses working not far away finally looked up in confusion.

They saw the tall and thin figure of the team leader who always bore the pressure for them, bowing so humbly, then walked out from behind the glass and walked out of the company without looking back.

He was standing downstairs of the company.

This place was not far from Baoyin, or rather, not far from the bankrupt Baoyin. He walked all the way over and saw his own face in the nearby glass.

A tired face, different from the youthful one in the dream.

There's no going back.

His last hope was just a dream.

There is no second chance, no glitz and glamour in dreams, no kindness released by chance, no Da Pei, Ye Lai, Yin Xingheng, Min Hai, Chen Chi, Bai Wenji by his side...

Without so many people, everything seemed like his beautiful dream.

No, that's a dream.

"Team leader!" The voice of the young man, whose local accent was particularly recognizable, pierced through the air and hit his ears.

Fu Xunyan tilted his head and turned around.

The intern from the other side of the strait who had just arrived not long ago was covered in sweat with his curly hair.

"Team Leader! You... I still need your review of the Chongcheng project report. Do you think I should work overtime to finish it today?"

His expression was hard to describe, he looked like he was smiling but about to cry.

"No, I won't look at it again."

"Tell me what's in my office. Feel free to take anything you want. There's nothing I can use."

Lin Yongge's face was full of disbelief: "Team Leader..."

"Don't worry." Fu Xunyan looked at the other person's face, which was young and full of expression, and was filled with worry. "I will be fine. I just found that the goal I was moving forward seems to be wrong, so I want to take a short break."

"Really? I won't lie to you. Just a week. Once I'm feeling better, you can call me—not a work number, of course."

Lin Yongge opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the team leader's expression was so calm yet firm, with such a powerful persuasive power that he couldn't help but trust him.

"Well...okay, I'll call you in a week, okay?"

He watched Fu Xunyan turn around. Without his tie, his collar was open, and behind his white shirt, his collarbone was so thin that it was prominent. His hair, which had been styled for meeting a big client, was blown away by the wind.

In the blue sky of the day, he suddenly became free. Even the wind could not determine the shape of his hair and clothes. When he walked, every piece of the picture that made up his body was so beautiful.

So beautiful that it moves me to tears.

Lin Yongge couldn't help but let the tears fill his eyes. Fu Xunyan had his back to him, but he could picture the other's expression in his mind.

Such a peacefulness, peaceful and deep, and full of liberation.

“Gosh, Pigeon, isn’t your description a bit too literary…” The boy with dreadlocks clinked glasses with the student boy, complained while ordering another barbecue and feasting on it at the street stall.

"But then again, I thought you wouldn't be eating here with us after you started working at a leading company. It just doesn't seem right."

Lin Yongge shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm only doing an internship for six months. I'm not really employed yet. I'm not that into it."

Classmate Ah Mei couldn't help but pour him another cup, blinking and asking eagerly, "Forget about Lei Zi! I really want to hear more stories about your amazing team leader! What happened to him later? Have you contacted him? You two are not much different in age, so you should be able to chat with each other, right? Isn't that the case with boys?"

The boy's fingertips trembled on the edge of the ice glass, and he drank the low-alcohol wine in one gulp with a casual look.

"Ah, we've made contact."

"He...he went to the south. He said it was very far south."

"What for?"

"go……"

As the night falls, the bars may be filled with blurry lights and lively figures, but a pub located in the most remote part of the narrowest alley in this popular tourist city remains absolutely quiet.

As you step in, you will see a large wall of books in the simple shop. There are no various drinks, and the menu only includes one rice dish, one noodle dish, one kind of coffee, and two kinds of fruit wine.

No one was singing to liven up the atmosphere, but the store manager here was absolutely amazing. Ever since he became famous because of a video taken by a customer, he has become even harder to capture.

He just stayed in the kitchen behind the curtain, serving food and drinks through the curtain and taking them back through the curtain.

He didn't deliberately avoid showing up. Everyone knew that if he was willing to show up, many people would definitely stay in the store for a very long time before leaving.

His shop has been open for more than half a year, but none of his regular customers can become familiar with him. The best relationship they have is just a brief chat.

But he sometimes hides in the attic.

Singing in the attic.

He had a fine voice, and though it was evident that he had received little training, it was still far superior to the average person's. Furthermore, his timbre was like a viola in the water, melodious and capable of both intimate and grandeur.

Everyone loves to listen to him sing, but that really requires too much luck, so gradually people lose hope.

Come here with friends, sit, read a book and have a meal. If you can't see him, don't force him.

It was so harmonious that other bars across the street looked at it with awe - why were they trying so hard to attract customers?

Ah, it's about money. The performance of this pub "Century and TA" is far behind theirs. It is probably only considered average in this street.

But their steady and long-lasting relationship is so enviable... The bald boss scratched his head, poured the remaining wine into the gutter, and when he raised his eyes, he met someone's eyes.

"Um, Xiao Fu."

"Well, hello, Brother Li."

It was just a greeting, and after beating the man, he left in his sportswear, which made Brother Li even more jealous.

"It's great to be young and still be able to exercise. My old bones can't do that at all."

When I turned around, I found that my newly hired employees were crowding at the door and peeking.

"Wow, it's absolutely stunning. No wonder Brother Xiao Jiang asked us to take a peek."

Brother Li groaned.

The two young men were startled and explained awkwardly that they were there to learn from the person opposite and see what charm he had that attracted so many people around them to give him such praise.

"What else could be more charming?" Brother Li gave each of them a chestnut. "If you could be as handsome as him, you'd definitely make money."

The two were speechless and could only smile as they watched the figure walking further and further away at the end of the sunset.

In the sea of ​​orange and light pink, that person's back is so superior, yet also so... quiet.

It was so quiet that even the birds were silent, and so quiet that there was no sound in heaven and earth.

So I became lonely, in this world of bright lights and green willows, so lonely that I could only sigh deeply and watch him walk away.

Just looking at him, looking at him, becoming the same as the brilliance of the sky.

End.

(It's the end, there's still one chapter to go, don't forget)