Chapter 64: The Song of Taotie (IV) Sisyphus's Pie. ...
Zhang Deng doesn't mind others finding out about his relationship with Wei Yuanye.
His attitude is that he won't bring it up, but if he is really discovered, he won't deny it.
But Li Mai didn't say anything, which still made Zhang Deng feel a little touched.
In the afternoon, Li Mai took two swallowing pills and became very anxious, with her legs shaking and her lips twitching. However, it did not affect her work. Before leaving get off work, she breathed a sigh of relief, stretched herself, turned on the light and glanced at the computer interface. Li Mai had submitted her drawing for approval.
Zhang Deng breathed a sigh of relief for her, at least she didn't have to work overtime tonight.
Zhang Deng was about to ask her what she was going to do after get off work when she heard Sister Hong come over and say to her, "Meeting, let's go."
Li Mai was stunned for a moment and asked, "What meeting?"
"Don't you know?" Sister Hong was a little surprised. "They said something went wrong and they need to discuss it again."
Li Mai checked the work group. She had only missed it for a few hours because it was too noisy, and she found that she had been notified of a meeting at five o'clock at around four o'clock.
Li Mai asked, "Does it need to be changed?"
"Maybe," Sister Hong said, "Let's go."
Li Mai picked up her computer, put on her coat, and followed her out. Before leaving, Zhang Deng heard Sister Hong ask her, "What coat are you wearing in the house?"
When Zhang Deng saw Li Mai's back, he knew the answer to this question.
Maybe Sister Hong also knew it, but she still had to ask.
What fat people fear most is not obesity itself, but being observed.
Li Mai didn't come back until the end of the day. Zhang Deng glanced in the direction of Wei Yuanye and found that Wei Yuanye was not working overtime today, so he rushed over and made a gesture to retreat.
The two of them packed up and walked out of the office together, turning on the lights. They felt that all of this was unrealistic.
He actually left work with Wei Yuanye.
They work in the same company, eat together, go home together, and can even go to the supermarket together and then return to the same home.
This is what Zhang Deng had always dreamed of.
And now, it happened so casually on a very ordinary day. It came so casually that Zhang Deng didn't even notice it when it came.
On the way home from get off work, Zhang Deng talked about Li Mai's problem with Wei Yuanye. While chatting, the two of them went to the convenience store downstairs to hang out.
"I think her eating disorder is very serious," Zhang Deng said. "Maybe that's where the problem lies."
Wei Yuanye said, "What should we do then?"
Zhang Deng said, "Why do you keep asking what to do? You clearly know what to do."
"You handle it better," Wei Yuanye said, "I don't understand this."
But Wei Yuanye would take care of it. Zhang Deng knew it.
Wei Yuanye was just building a psychological barrier for him, not that he couldn't really handle the problem. When Zhang Deng was anxious about his figure, Wei Yuanye's way of dealing with it revealed that he was very good at catching other people's emotions.
Wei Yuanye didn't talk about body shape, didn't urge him to gain weight, and didn't guide him to lose weight. He gave Zhang Deng a lot of food, but it was up to him whether to eat it or not.
Wei Yuanye showed extraordinary patience. He was like an experienced hunter who never pursued his prey relentlessly.
Zhang Deng realized that his emotional stability was almost entirely due to Wei Yuanye's silent support.
But Zhang Deng knew that he couldn't do it. He didn't have the patience or confidence.
Zhang Deng asked, "How can you be sure that I will get better?"
Wei Yuanye said, "How can I know something that you don't even know yourself?"
"and you……"
Wei Yuanye said, "No matter how you live, it won't be too bad."
Oh, Zhang Deng understood. What it meant was that Wei Yuanye could accept it regardless of whether Zhang Deng's situation would improve steadily or not.
Wei Yuanye has an amazing talent for love, Zhang Deng thought to himself.
I returned to the hotel after lighting up, washed up, and sat down under the bed to write something. Then, something struck me, and I sent a message to Li Mai. To my surprise, I got a reply so quickly: "Off work (≧?≦)?"
Zhang Deng asked, "Wow, congratulations."
"Luckily, there's nothing I need to change," Li Mai typed quickly, and the next line popped up, "I was so scared."
On the way home from get off work, people are the most tired and lonely. Li Mai may have just caught a ride home. During the evening rush hour, the traffic is very congested, so Li Mai sends messages very frequently.
Li Mai said, "When I think about you being off work for two hours, I hate you so much that I want to die."
Zhang Deng sent an emoji of a little monkey holding its belly and taking a nap: "My monthly salary is 4,000 yuan."
"Are you feeling better?" Zhang Deng asked.
Li Mai said, "Thank you, I feel much better."
"It won't always be this low," Li Mai said, her voice showing she was typing. After a while, her next message came through, "Once you've worked for two years and become a leader, you'll be making 5,500."
Zhang Deng: "I'm so hopeful. Thank you."
Li Mai sent a laughing emoticon.
Zhang Deng clicked on Li Mai's profile picture and saw her updates. Not surprisingly, Li Mai was a talkative girl.
I shared so many posts on my account that I couldn't even scroll through them all at once. There were strange reptiles I saw on the road this morning, a beautiful handkerchief given by an aunt who was stopped on the road, back views taken at the art museum, the dining table where I celebrated my birthday with friends, and beautiful leaves I picked up on an outing.
However, there is not a single full-body photo of her, and the few that are available are close-up selfies.
Zhang Deng put down his phone and sighed as he looked at his screen.
Wei Yuanye put down the game and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Deng said, "I don't know how to write it either. Actually, I don't understand women, so I don't dare to write casually."
Wei Yuanye got out of bed and moved the mouse to check. The protagonist of Zhang Deng's story was named Song Meiqi. In terms of names, Zhang Deng pursued something ordinary and real.
But the more Zhang Deng wrote according to his own ideas, the more boring, empty and clichéd he felt.
Zhang Deng's story happened to be about the part where Song Meiqi graduated from university, met the wrong man, and was cheated by a scumbag. Zhang Deng was very afraid that his discussion on women was not good enough, but he really didn't have any more novel ideas.
Zhang Deng asked, "Why does a woman's growth always have to be accompanied by the harm of men?"
“No one says that.”
Zhang Deng blamed himself and said, "But that's what I wrote."
Zhang Deng was out of ideas and didn't want to torture himself or Song Meiqi anymore. He decisively turned off the computer and announced, "Lights out everywhere!"
"Got it." Wei Yuanye raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp, hugged Zhang Deng and said, "Go to sleep."
I turned on the light almost instantly and fell into a deep sleep.
So happy, Zhang Deng thought before falling asleep, I can still eat cake tomorrow morning.
This pig-like day lasted until the weekend with the lights on.
When getting off work on Friday, Li Mai looked at Zhang Deng with some hesitation. Zhang Deng packed his bag as usual and was ready to rush to the time clock.
"You're not working overtime?" Zhang Deng asked, noticing Li Mai's relaxed state. "Are you so happy?"
Li Mai rolled his eyes: "I also have a normal time to get off work, okay?"
Zhang Deng said, "Okay, okay."
"What are you doing this weekend?" Zhang Deng turned off the computer, stretched and asked.
Li Mai: "Do you want to come to my house to play?"
"Hmm?" Zhang Deng said without hesitation, "Okay."
Li Mai: "It's my birthday this weekend. I'm planning to invite some friends over for a meal at my house. You can invite Wei Yuanye."
"Arrive on time," Zhang Deng said. "Send us the location. Do you need us to go there early to help you cook?"
"Of course," Li Mai said, "Are you planning to eat right after you get in?"
Zhang Deng smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll outsource my valuable laborer, Wei Yuanye, to you so you can experience his cooking skills."
Wei Yuanye didn't have to work overtime today. When he came over, he heard them talking about him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Deng relayed the main idea to him, and Wei Yuanye said, "No problem."
Chatting and making friends with straightforward people always makes people happy. Li Mai packed his bag and said, "Okay, time to go home."
Li Mai's appetite was obviously still difficult to suppress recently. Zhang Deng found that she sometimes ordered two or three takeouts at noon. Just the food that peeked out from between her fingers was enough to feed Zhang Deng.
Moreover, eating disorders not only focus on one's own eating, but also on how much people around them eat. If Zhang Deng eats very little, Li Mai seems a little anxious.
In order not to make her anxious, Zhang Deng would often force himself to eat a little even when he was full. These days, he felt like he was getting indigestion.
Wei Yuanye asked: "What are we having for dinner?"
Zhang Deng is about to vomit.
"I might need to slow down," Zhang Deng said. "I really can't eat anymore. I'll go with you."
Wei Yuanye said, "I don't have anything I want to eat. Let's go back first and come out for a walk later."
Great, Zhang Deng thought to himself, I have a date.
Li Mai walked out of the company with them: "Why are you so energetic? Oh my god, when I go home, I just want to lie on the bed and play with my phone."
"Because I've had enough fun at work." Zhang Deng said leisurely.
Li Mai: “…”
"I'll expel you sooner or later," Li Mai said, "How dare you, a mere liberal arts student, behave so recklessly."
Zhang Deng said, "Just talk, why are you poking at someone's wounds?"
Li Mai snorted coldly: "Little liberal arts student."
"Little art student," Zhang Deng said, "be careful or you'll be eliminated at the age of 35."
Li Mai: “That’s too ugly!”
Zhang Deng: "Aren't you!"
Li Mai asked Wei Yuanye: "What are you studying?"
Zhang Deng said, "A sports student."
Li Mai said: "This can't be sprayed."
"This one can't be sprayed," Zhang Deng said, "It's a natural laborer."
Wei Yuanye had suffered an unexpected disaster, but luckily, he was the more mature of the three. He pulled Zhang Deng away and waved to Li Mai: "See you this weekend!"
The entrance to the unit was right at the wind's outlet and it was still very cold. The icy wind made people shiver, but Li Mai was still only wearing a black coat and high-heeled leather boots. Her hair was curled into big curls and was blown by the wind. The lipstick on her lips was still bright red even from a distance. She raised her hand and waved, then turned and walked in another direction.
Zhang Deng asked Wei Yuanye, "What gift should we give her?"
"Take a look around for a while."
Zhang Deng then asked, "What are you going to give me as a birthday present?"
"You..." Wei Yuanye asked, "Which one did you choose?"
The time progress and calculation methods in each world are different. Zhang Deng's birthday can only be calculated according to the date in his own world. However, because more than a year has passed in that world, Zhang Deng is still far away from his birthday.
Zhang Deng actually didn't look forward to his birthday. He was always afraid of the passing of time, as if he was always spinning around in circles without making any substantial progress.
But this year he wanted to celebrate his birthday for the first time ever.
Zhang Deng said, "You must give me a special gift."
"Okay." Wei Yuanye agreed readily, even to the point of being a little perfunctory.
Zhang Deng wondered what gift he should give Wei Yuanye. But Wei Yuanye seemed indifferent to everything.
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