Chapter 5 5 The last number drawn is 8374, get on the bus quickly!
In the chaotic boudoir, order emerged from the disorder. Tang Ke squirmed on a pile of clothes that were either ready to be worn or worn but waiting to be washed. After struggling for a while, he finally knelt on the bed like a dwarf mushroom and asked:
"What does the organization mean or what do you mean?"
"..." His breath was infinitely amplified, and Fu Yu silently fried a dish beside his mouth. His Adam's apple rolled up and down unnaturally, and his voice was deeper than usual:
"That's what I mean."
Tang Ke looked around: "Have you been kidnapped? Why are you speaking so quietly?"
"Yes, his hands and feet were tied, and he typed with his chin." Fu Yu leaned his head against the door, gradually calming his pounding heart.
"If I agree, will they let you go?" Tang Ke said, drawing circles on the bed sheet.
"Um."
"Then I agree. As long as you don't mind the trouble."
"good."
"That's all, isn't it?"
“No more.”
"Oh, bye?"
"Bye-Bye."
As soon as he hung up the phone, Tang Ke felt the phone was too hot and suddenly threw it away, recalling the content of the conversation in disbelief.
What the hell, is this actually a bit ambiguous? It wasn't like this a few hours ago! Come on, man, is he really kidnapped? Come on, let's recap, when they talked about work during dinner, they didn't even mention pick-up and drop-off. After they went home and went to their own mothers, he suddenly mentioned giving her a ride to and from work. What could it be? It could only be a fucking request. She used "kidnapping" as a metaphor, so he should have understood, right? Well then, if you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you're a jerk.
Unlike Tang Ke who understood logical consistency, Fu Yu was completely furious at this time. He sat on the ground like a stone pillar, his face burning for a long time. He was delighted to receive a pair of Huadiao cooked and drunken shrimps.
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On Sunday evening, Tang Ke took the light rail back to her apartment in District XX and sent Fu Yu her location, saying it didn't matter if he didn't come to pick her up. She could sleep in a little longer and be more energetic for work. Otherwise, she couldn't bear the responsibility of getting up early and being silly all day. If she was worried about her parents checking on her, she could just pretend on the first day. At most, she could change into a few more outfits and take a few more photos. That would be enough to last her a long time.
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Since he insisted so much, Tang Ke was no longer polite and accepted it with peace of mind. In exchange, she could treat him to breakfast every morning. The vegetable buns at the bun shop at the entrance of the community were especially delicious.
However, she never expected that the person who would wake up early and become stupid for a whole day would be Tang Ke herself.
She simply put on a layer of powder, symbolically combed her hair, slung a cross-body bag, and went out to work like a slave.
Fu Yu was waiting for her at the gate of the community. He was not sure if parking was allowed on this street. Logically, he might get a ticket if he parked here, but seeing that there were many private cars on the side of the road, he dared to act like an outlaw and ask her when she came out.
"9M17, so early." Tang Ke knocked on the passenger window listlessly.
Fu Yu rolled down the car window and said, "Get in the car."
"Wait a minute, I'll go buy some buns. Have you had breakfast?"
"No, can we stop here?"
"able."
Tang Ke put his hand against his forehead to block out the sunlight, which was not strong but had some substance, and walked towards the bun shop. Fu Yu, having received the answer that it was safe, also got out of the car and followed him.
"Won't the traffic police come to check?" he asked.
"What are you afraid of? Even traffic police stop here." Tang Ke ordered with ease: "Two vegetable buns, one meat bun, two tea eggs, and two cups of soy milk."
Fu Yu was surprised: "Is there a share for me?"
"Yes." Tang Ke handed over a meat bun. It was also delicious. He was really in for a treat.
"Thank you." Fu Yu did not refuse this offer of free food, and his masculine nature became less and less.
"Can I eat in your car? If not, wait until I finish my buns before leaving." Tang Ke asked.
"Sure, I don't mind if you spit out the inside after you eat it." Fu Yu took a bite of the vegetable bun and was amazed by the taste. His expression didn't show any fluctuation, but his words were like a seizure. "This bun is delicious. Why don't you drive and I'll eat in the passenger seat."
"Psycho." Tang Ke cursed without hesitation, and then continued: "Have you bought insurance for your car?"
Fu Yu took a sip of soy milk and said, "I bought it, and I bought it for myself too."
"How much?"
"The car or me?"
"Che, why am I asking you?" Tang Ke glanced at him.
"About 7,000 a year." Fu Yu replied.
After getting in the car, Tang Ke thought of something, smacked his lips playfully, and said nonchalantly, "What about you?"
"Me what?" Fu Yu released the handbrake and reversed.
"How much do you want?"
Fu Yu's gaze moved from the rearview mirror to her face.
It was obvious that she did it on purpose. If these words came from Wu Jiang's mouth, he would probably say without hesitation, "Believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart and stuff a keyboard dipped in mustard into it," but these words were said by her.
Her lips are full, with faint lines, giving her a somewhat model-like look, like a peeled peach or something… In short, the sight of them makes you lose your temper. There's nothing you can do about it.
Tang Ke felt a little guilty when he looked at her, thinking that she could see the innocent virgin boy in chaos again, but he just stared at her silently, unable to speak.
"Forget it... I wish you good health, happiness, and a long life." She sat up straight without a trace, raising the soy milk to her lips. Biting the straw was a subconscious habit, but now it was an expression of embarrassment. Flirting with someone you didn't know well was really not very exciting.
Fu Yu finally reversed the car back onto the right track, looked ahead, and said, "It's paid by the company, I don't know. Doesn't your company pay for you?"
The password was correct, and Tang Ke began to chant: "Are you looking down on the system? I get rice dumplings and a bucket of laundry detergent for Dragon Boat Festival, do you? I get mooncakes and a box of toilet paper for Mid-Autumn Festival, do you? I get a bag of rice and a bucket of oil for National Day, do you get one for your company? Is there anyone in this world who loves you enough to die for you? Is there?"
"Let's play some music."
"I'm too noisy."
"No, just listening to this part is a bit dry, it's missing something."
Tang Ke leaned back in the chair and giggled. Zhou Yi unexpectedly became amiable. She would be nice to her leader all day long, as long as the leader did not act servile.
Her workplace was about six or seven kilometers away from Fu Yu's company. If there was no traffic, the drive would take about ten minutes. If it was bad, it could take more than twenty minutes or even half an hour. She had initially worried that giving her an extra ride would delay his clocking in, but then she learned that their programmers didn't start until ten in the morning and worked until ten at night, meaning that after picking her up, he would have to return to the company to continue toiling away.
Either you pick it up or you don't have to pick it up. After three days of picking it up, Tang Ke suggested this.
He's not her real husband, or even her real boyfriend. If she really fleeces him until he's bald, she won't be able to bear it with her conscience.
Fu Yu didn't think it was a bother, but because of her repeated polite refusal, he gradually began to reflect on whether he was too motivated and aroused her sympathy for Luotuo Xiangzi. How could he justify himself in this?
Finally, they reached a compromise: Tang Ke would let him know on WeChat when he needed to be picked up. For example, if it was raining and the bus was inconvenient, or if a restaurant was delicious but bringing one stomach wasn't cost-effective and two stomachs were just right, she would send him a message. This way, she had the choice, and at the same time, she also fulfilled Fu Yu's goal.
Over time, word spread among her colleagues that Tang Ke had a romantic partner. As a "golden bachelor"—a woman who avoids contact with the opposite sex and brazenly claims to live out her life in solitude to avoid pressure from her matchmaking colleagues—Tang Ke, who didn't care much about her integrity, quietly found a steady partner, prompting gossip from colleagues.
Jingyi, who sat across from her desk, was three years her senior and also unmarried. When she first started, she'd been subjected to similar questions like, "When are you going to get married?" It was as if this iron rice bowl had to be passed on to someone else, and not having a family was a curse. Tang Ke had initially used her as an excuse, saying, "If Sister Jingyi isn't anxious, then neither am I." The argument bounced back, "If Tang Ke isn't anxious, then neither am I." They'd agreed to play basketball for pay, and no one, especially their male colleagues, could do anything about it.
It's no wonder people keep asking these questions of someone who has a stable job but is still single. Small-town economic development has only peaked in recent years, with numerous buildings and tourism promotions, but local people's mindsets are still struggling to establish themselves. For those born ten years before Tang Ke, for example, her sister, being able to study abroad, earn a bachelor's degree, choose between the civil service exam and a civil servant exam, and then marry a local woman was considered exceptionally accomplished and filial. Most people can't have both. Following the expectations of their elders, they first give up their education and then their civil service exam, clinging to marriage, as if finding a partner could defy fate. Tang Ke pondered the benefits of this, considering the housing provident fund and the policies. But when she asked her married female colleagues, the answer she got was: Have children soon, or you'll look old standing in the crowd at parent-teacher conferences.
Perhaps what comes last is not the most important, but the easiest to do and the easiest to accommodate.
With the changing times, attending university is no longer a choice; pursuing graduate school is. Tang Ke spent a year preparing for a master's degree but failed. She then turned to the civil service exam and was fortunate enough to be accepted. Tang Ke was still one short of fulfilling one of the three filial piety virtues, but she kept putting it off. In reality, the first two were not intentional; it simply happened that her life plan coincided with her parents' expectations.
Jingyi was not as lucky as her parents strongly urged her to take the civil service exam. She found a boyfriend last year, but her parents did not agree with them being together. They are currently in a state of wait and see who will give in first.
"Do you have a partner?" Jingyi asked.
"No." Tang Ke gave the same answer. She would say no to anyone who asked her.
"You're hiding it from me too? I clearly saw you get into a man's car."
Tang Ke hugged himself tightly: "Speak softly! Is it glorious?"
"Stop playing around and talk to me." Jing Yi took Tang Ke's arm and led her to the tea room. It was almost time to get off work, and they didn't want to work anymore. They wasted as much time as possible to drink two more glasses of water.
"Well, what's the big deal? Just a blind date. We can be together, but we can't be apart." Tang Ke told her the truth. Jing Yi didn't have the habit of pointing fingers at other people's private affairs and then expressing her own sharp opinions. Tang Ke was very confident in her.
"Really? Don't you feel annoyed? He's pestering you?" Jingyi asked.
"No, we have discussed it and it's very harmonious. He is easy to get along with and we can chat well. He is a talented person that is hard to come by in a century." Although Tang Ke was not thirsty, he still pretended to take small sips.
"Oh~" Jing Yi said in an ambiguous tone, "There's a chance."
Tang Ke raised his index finger and said, "Stop it. Talking about feelings brings no rewards. It's fine like this. We'll talk about the future later. You're not allowed to say anything, okay?"
"I haven't said anything yet." Jing Yi smiled with narrowed eyes, "Is he coming to pick you up today?"
"Yeah," Tang Ke said. The weather forecast indicated rain in the evening, and when she looked out the window at noon, she saw dark clouds gathering, the air hot and humid, and a high probability of a downpour. Fu Yu had reminded her of this when he dropped her off that morning, and they had already made an appointment.
"Can I see him?" Jingyi asked.
Tang Ke: "I can't stop you even if your eyes are on your face."
"Okay, okay."
It was almost time to get off work when a downpour began. To avoid getting her shoes wet, Tang Ke stood in front of the hall, waiting only five steps away. She would wait for Fu Yu to arrive before rushing out. While she waited, she chatted with Jing Yi, occasionally glancing out the glass door to see if she saw a familiar license plate.
However, standing at the gate had a downside. Everyone passing by after get off work naturally had their say. An annoying voice rang out from behind them: "Hey, are you waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up from get off work? You're so happy!"
They really disliked this male colleague, who often boasted of being an all-rounder based on his superficial qualifications, and was very smooth-talking and clingy.
"No, wait for Didi." Tang Ke said, praying that Fu Yu would come soon.
Jingyi chased him away, "What does it have to do with you whether she has a boyfriend or not?"
"Just asking! Why haven't you left yet? Didn't your boyfriend come to pick you up? Do you want me to take you home?" 502 was like glue and couldn't be driven away.
"Go away, there's no need! Go away!" Jing Yi waved her hands in disgust.
"Oh..." The male colleague wanted to say something but was interrupted by Tang Ke. She suddenly opened her folding umbrella and walked out the door.
"My boyfriend is here?" He stuck his head out to find out.
"I told you it was Didi, why are you hard of hearing?" Tang Ke waved towards the dark grey Audi A5 in the team.
"How is it possible? You still want to lie to me——"
"License plate 8374, get in!" The Audi owner rolled down the window, shouted over here, and quickly raised the window again.
“…”
The male colleague fell completely silent. Tang Ke just shook his head at him, revealing the most heartfelt smile he had ever seen. The joy in his eyes was almost overflowing as he said calmly:
"Look, I told you it was Didi."
Soon...
Who is a good person? He drives an Audi A5 and drives for Didi.
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