between clouds and mud

Chapter 25 Except Wushan is not a cloud ([-])

There was a moment of silence, neither of them spoke.

Zhang Chengnian finally got the key, and he spoke first: "Xiao Liu, come in."

Zhou Song followed his back into the corridor, and the two walked upstairs together.

Zhang Chengnian lives on the seventh floor and there is no elevator. He walked very fast, and Zhou Song panted a little after following him.

At the door of the house, Zhang Chengnian inserted the key several times before opening the door.

After Zhou Song sat down, Zhang Chengnian went into the kitchen to clean the cup and poured her a glass of water.

"Why do you have time to come over?" Zhang Chengnian didn't sit on the empty seat on the sofa next to her, but sat alone on a chair beside her.

He didn't ask why she came, but how she had time to come.

Zhou Song held the water glass, she was a little cautious: "I asked Zhang Fang for your address, and I came here."

"I know." Zhang Chengnian knew it clearly: "She told me."

"Brother Cheng." Zhou Song opened his mouth several times, and finally asked, "How are you doing?"

They have not had any contact for two years.

While speaking, her tears fell, and the cup in her hand trembled slightly.

The silent space was silent for a moment, and Zhou Song felt the sofa beside him sink.

Zhang Chengnian sat next to her, his rough fingers wiped away the tears on her face.

"Don't cry, Brother Cheng is fine."

In two years, Zhang Chengnian has more stable and mature aura than before.

This feeling made Zhou Song feel strange.

It turns out that two years is enough to change a person.

The two chatted for a while, and it was always Zhou Song who asked and Zhang Chengnian who answered.

Her heart sank suddenly, didn't he want to know anything about her?

Zhang Chengnian came home after eating, but Zhou Song was still hungry.

He got up and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles, covered with a poached egg, just like when he was a child.

Zhou Song planned to wash the dishes after eating, but Zhang Chengnian took the dishes from her hand without letting her do it.

Zhou Song sat on the sofa and heard him answering the phone in the kitchen.

It seems to be discussing a certain girl with a man named Lao Gu, which is the profession of a teacher.

The two of them slept at night, and she was a little nervous looking at the only bed.

Zhang Chengnian changed a new bed sheet, and he slept on the sofa with the quilt in his arms.

The house that Zhang Chengnian rented was a single room, and his bedroom and living room were simply separated by a bookcase.

Across a bookcase, Zhou Song called him: "Brother Cheng, do you like Teacher?"

Zhang Chengnian guessed that she heard him talking on the phone: "No, don't think about it."

This night was extremely long.

The two tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

When Zhou Song woke up in the morning, the room was empty.

There was a breakfast and a note on the table. Zhang Chengnian had already gone to work, so he had to work overtime during holidays.

Zhou Song began to look at the furnishings of the room, observing that there was no trace of a woman here, and then he was relieved.

There is no dust on the bookshelf, Zhang Chengnian has always cherished these, Zhou Song flipped through a few books on the bookcase, stroked the traces of his folding, and picked a literature class to pass the time.

There were only a few packets of instant noodles in the refrigerator. Zhou Song guessed that it was time for him to get off work, so he went downstairs to the supermarket to buy some food.

When Zhang Chengnian opened the door, he could smell the aroma of cooking. Looking at the busy figures in the kitchen, he couldn't help closing the door slightly.

He has seen this scene many times at Lao Gu's house. The figure of his sister-in-law is busy in the kitchen, Nan Nan is watching TV with the remote control, and Lao Gu is putting together building blocks with Erbao.

After dinner, Old Gu always asked his wife to shout something before procrastinating to wash the dishes, but he enjoyed it and often brainwashed Zhang Chengnian.

"Wife and children are hot on the kang, this is called life."

Seeing him coming back, Zhou Song took off his apron.

Zhang Chengnian couldn't help approaching her, and helped to untie her behind him.

His fingers caressed the skin of Zhou Song's neck unconsciously, and she couldn't help but burn red all the way.

The two sat together and had a meal. Zhou Song had only three days off for Mid-Autumn Festival, and she was going back to BJ tomorrow.

Zhang Chengnian thought for a while, he has to work overtime tomorrow, so he can drive his colleague's car to the airport.

Zhou Song didn't take it seriously: "You are busy with your work, I can take a car by myself, and I am familiar with Guangdong."

After hearing this sentence, Zhang Chengnian taught her with a stern attitude: "Guangdong has not been in good order for the past two years, so don't keep running around alone."

"I didn't." Zhou Song retorted.

"No?" Zhang Chengnian looked at her as if he could see through her thoughts.

"No."

Zhou Song faintly noticed that Zhang Chengnian no longer looked like a boy, but more like a man, and he spoke in a sharp tone.

Zhang Chengnian was driving a white SUV. Zhou Song looked at his hand holding the steering wheel, and couldn't help feeling that which woman could resist this kind of temptation: "Has any girl ever sat in your co-pilot?"

Zhang Chengnian looked as usual: "No."

"You won't lie to me, will you?" Zhou Song asked.

On this question, he remained silent.

Zhou Song couldn't wait for the answer, she gritted her back molars and said, "How many?"

This time, Zhang Chengnian thought about it briefly, and roughly estimated that he should be able to count them with one hand.

He pondered for a moment: "Xiao Liu, you are the first one, I took the initiative."

Zhou Song was very happy after listening to half of the conversation, but she stopped talking for the second half.

Can you still be forced to send a girl home?

Before the two parted, Zhou Song didn't want to make trouble.

She took the initiative to ask: "Can I come to see you on weekends in the future?"

"Brother Cheng, I want to see you." Zhou Song continued to add.

Facing her expectant eyes, Zhang Chengnian nodded

"little six."

"Ok?"

"It's time to go through the security check."

He didn't say it after all.

Words stuck in the throat, can not go up or down.

This year, Zhang Chengnian was finally able to stand alone as the main case designer.

Although the scale of the project is small, it is basically less than 100 million.

In terms of two years of industry experience, there is actually no such qualification.

His first project was the Dakun exhibition hall, and Zhang Chengnian, as an assistant, accompanied the director to go to business negotiations.

When we arrived at the scene, the two parties talked happily at first, and the director began to give pointers on the planning and talk freely.

The person in charge of Da Kun was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "You may not be clear, we are just a small transformation."

She explained the content again, and the director understood it in his heart. This time, he was deceived by the boss again, so he also understood that it was just a formality.

Zhang Chengnian recorded in detail and gave some suggestions.

In the past two years, he followed Lao Gu to the construction site, and his experience was relatively rich.

In the end, the estimated value of this project was less than 1 yuan.

For such a small project, the director is required to be present, which is also speechless to the boss.

Lao Gu found a business opportunity in this project. Big companies are not interested in such a small order, but there is a lot of demand in the market, and the legs of flies are also meat.

Of course, there are also construction teams on the market. Although the price is cheap, they are not formal, and they run away after finishing the work, making maintenance difficult.

So he focused on this market, and after thinking about it, he decided to resign and go it alone.

He rented a small office in Shenzhen, where land is at a premium, and opened with great enthusiasm.

Many friends have ordered flower baskets to send over, wishing a happy opening.

Lao Gu's first project was to take over Da Kun from his old club.

Of course, this change of hands was scrapped a lot.

The big brother eats the big head, and the younger brother takes the small head.

Those who really do practical things can't make money, so if they want to gain a foothold in society, in addition to their own abilities, business is also the core lifeblood.

It was in this year that Zhang Chengnian had the opportunity to contact business.

Half a year after the small renovation in Dakun, there is a showroom project.

The bosses on both sides are friends. After the boss went with the design director, the contact person from the other company asked one more question: "Is that Zhang Gong of yours here?"

Who is Mr. Zhang, the boss does not know.

On the way back to the company, the boss asked, and it turned out that it was the fledgling young man, not bad.

So Zhang Chengnian also had the opportunity to participate in this project.

Party A is the father, and he asks for more than one, which is very difficult to serve.

For the first time as the team's main creative design, Zhang Chengnian attaches great importance to this project.

At that stage, Zhang Chengnian's career was on the rise. He was almost so busy that he often left work early in the morning.

Once Zhou Song heard the sound of opening the door, it was already six o'clock in the morning.

She was still drowsy, she still got up from the bed, warmed up the porridge left over from last night, and told him to drink it before going to sleep.

Zhang Chengnian lay on the sofa after finishing his porridge, Zhou Song pushed him onto the bed, and went to the sofa with his pillow in his arms.

Zhang Chengnian suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, and brought her to the bed.

This was the first time that the two of them were so close together. Zhou Song lay in his arms and heard his heartbeat, as well as his own.

He closed his eyes, his face looked a little tired, there was a faint stubble on his chin, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Very thin and in good shape."

Zhou Song blushed, his heart beat for a long time but did not slow down, Zhang Chengnian had already fallen asleep.

Zhou Song raised his face and rubbed his stubble, then hugged his waist and fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, Lao Gu organized a dinner, Zhang Chengnian did not shirk, said hello to Zhou Song and went out.

When the year is over, a group of elders gather together, and the topics of entertainment at the dinner table are nothing more than those.

Zhang Chengnian was no longer stupefied, his face didn't turn red and his heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Zheng was the last one to arrive, and his wife was strict with her. She used the excuse to go for a walk after dinner at home, but this was not for the wine table.

After sitting down for a while, Zheng Gong's mobile phone rang non-stop, so he simply turned it off, and drinking was not a pleasure.

"It's disturbing. She can call me if the phone is not turned off. She locks the door when I get home late. I live in hotels more than at home. I feel more like home when I live in an express hotel."

One brother rolled up his sleeve, revealing the scratches: "My family is a tigress, and it fights fiercely."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. My wife never pays attention to it and treats me like a fart."

Lao Gu filled the brothers with the wine brought out from home: "Try the medicinal wine made by my daughter-in-law, this is a good thing."

Old Gu took a sip and said, "My daughter-in-law never eats pasta, but she often makes it. I like a bowl of pimple soup."

A group of old men are all in their early forties, their careers are so-so, and their families are full of conflicts.

The only way for a man who is depressed and unsuccessful is to have fun at the wine table, trying to make himself happy.

Don't look at Lao Gu who usually speaks in a lower tone than anyone else, and when he talks about dirty jokes, he just gets addicted to it. He is a man with a strong sense of family in his bones.

Every time after listening to the complaints of the brothers, he always summed up how virtuous and gentle the wife in the family was, and envied all the brothers.

The so-called contentment and happiness, Lao Gu is a typical example.

Zhang Chengnian, the only unmarried man present, naturally had no right to speak, and he entered the ranks of fear of marriage just by listening to it.

So marriage is the tomb of love.

Who is not you and me when you are young and in love, vigorous and vigorous.

In the grind of firewood, rice, oil and salt, after the wave of passion subsided, there were still a few couples who were able to love each other as before, and the water flowed forever.

Zhang Chengnian knew that it was a great blessing to meet such a right person in this life, and he was fortunate to be blessed by God.

At this moment, Zhang Chengnian has identified that person, but the only thing he is not sure about is...
Xiao Liu, can I give you a future?

It was almost time, Zhang Chengnian got up to say goodbye, how could this group of gentlemen let him go.

After Zhang Chengnian punished himself with three cups, a group of quack veterans began to play tricks.

Zhang Chengnian's cell phone rang just in time.

He answered the phone with an inadvertently gentle tone, and a group of men started booing after hanging up the phone.

Old Gu smiled, let him drink three more cups of medicinal wine, and let him go.

Lao Gu picked up some food with his chopsticks, and said, "This wine is good, it's a great tonic."

Zhou Song took a shower and came out, but the lights in the room were not turned on.

The light in the bathroom dimly illuminated the room, she smelled a smell of alcohol, Zhang Chengnian sat on the sofa in the dark, he said hoarsely: "Come here."

Zhou Song couldn't help blushing: "Wait for me to change my clothes."

She didn't expect Zhang Chengnian to come back so early, and she was glad that the lights in the room were not turned on at the moment.

Zhou Song trotted over with his slippers on, but when he passed the sofa, he was caught by his hands in the dark.

His rough palm held her waist, causing tremors, and the breath of the two of them gradually increased in the dark.

Zhang Chengnian turned her arms and put her down on the sofa, and kissed her. She tasted the strong and spicy wine, and she also turned her head up to respond.

After it was over, she fell on his chest.

Zhang Chengnian reached out and picked up one of the letters and cards laid out on the table, and slowly followed the writing on it.

"Eat three hundred lychees a day, always be a native of Lingnan."

Zhou Song was on the bottom floor of the bookcase while cleaning, and saw every letter and postcard he sent to Changsha.

All these Zhang Fang forwarded to Zhang Chengnian without omission. It turned out that she was the only one who knew nothing about him in the past two years.

"I was in Maoming that day." Zhang Chengnian said in a low voice, stroking the date on the card.

Zhou Song was stunned for a moment, and the corners of her mouth gradually curled up: "That's quite a coincidence, Brother Cheng."

Zhou Song's tone was a little bit more serious, her tone was tactful, and she spoke softly like a Jiangnan woman.

Zhang Chengnian lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"Can I still buy a ticket to go home during the Chinese New Year this year?" Zhou Song stroked the hair behind his ear.

Zhang Chengnian has finished his work and is approaching the Chinese New Year. At this time, it is the peak season of Spring Festival travel, and it is hard to find tickets for trains and planes.

Zhang Chengnian thought for a moment: "Then let's stay in Shenzhen for the New Year."

On New Year's Eve, Zhang Chengnian answered the phone and drove Zhou Song to a colleague's house for dinner.

Zhou Song spent a long time picking out clothes, and the first time he had to make a good impression on others.

Zhang Chengnian took a trench coat from the wardrobe and put it on her: "It's okay, my friend is more casual."

(End of this chapter)