Chapter 4 chapter 2

I walked slowly along the road. On Monday morning, everyone was running for their livelihood. Everyone passing by seemed to know what they wanted, and every step was full of strength and hope. Only I am anxiously confused.I know he's there, but I don't know how to get up to him so he can see me. Forty-five minutes later, I stood on the side of the street, looking at the MG building in the distance across the flowing road. When I just graduated from university, this company was my career dream, but it just started to expand its business in mainland China, and only three people were recruited in the whole mainland. I sent out my resume and didn't even get an interview opportunity.

The elevator door opened, and the bustling crowd poured out. Only then did I realize that it was already lunch time. Looking left and right, he hid in a coffee shop on the second floor.Although it is lunch time, there are few people, probably because they only sell coffee, cakes and sandwiches, and the prices are ridiculously expensive. I used my sight to search for the best position where I could see the opposite building directly from the glass window, but there were already people in the best position. I stood there in a daze for a while, and finally stepped forward cheekily, "Sir, can I sit here?"

The man who buried his head in front of a newspaper raised his head, his brows were rather displeased, and his eyes swept towards the empty tables and chairs, the implication was very clear. I said in the most pitiful voice, "I'll just sit for a while." Unmoved, he lowered his head and flipped through the newspaper, "No." "I can't speak, I won't make any noise, I just want to borrow this window, I promise, I will never disturb you!" "No." He didn't even lift his head, and his whole body exuded an indifference. "Please! Please! You seem to be a good person at first glance, please agree to this little request of mine!"

My eyes widened, I closed my hands into fists, put them under my chin, and kept bowing.I learned this trick from Japanese cartoons, and it is my ultimate weapon against my mother and Malatang. I have tried it all, and satirized me with Malatang's words, "What's wrong with learning? Learning from people is nasty! Childish!" It's nasty, it's naive, it's naive, but it's all good. The man finally raised his head from between the newspapers. Although he looked at me calmly, the corners of his mouth were twitching faintly.He probably has never seen such a childish and ridiculous behavior by a person wearing a serious professional suit and a neat bun.I quickly blinked my eyes again, trying to make them foggy. I'm afraid he was stunned by me. He turned his head away, not knowing whether he was holding back a smile or vomiting, and pointed to the opposite side for me to sit down.

I immediately turned my crying face into a smiling face, "Thank you! Thank you! You are such a kind person! You will definitely have the best job in the world, find the cutest girlfriend in the world, and have the most beautiful baby in the world!" He turned his head and looked at me blankly, maybe he wanted to study how a mental patient like me escaped from the lunatic asylum.I didn't have time to study his expression, and my eyes were tightly locked on the opposite building. Half an hour later, when all the employees in the building had left, I saw Song Yi coming out of the building. He was wearing a smoky gray suit with a simple cut, but he wore it very comfortably. He looked fresh and youthful. He is clean and has the calmness and introversion of a mature man. Two extremely uncoordinated temperaments are integrated in him, exuding a very unique feeling.

The two people accompanying him have been talking to him, and he smiles and nods every now and then.On the day of the blind date, he seemed no different from the boy I remembered, but today he is a stranger. He disappeared on the corner of the street, and I stared at the endless stream of cars and crowds, feeling unreal, it has been seven years!Seven years have passed between me and him?Why after so many years, the distance between me and him can only be a distant gaze?