The Road Turns White Tonight

After glancing at the building again, I slowly got into the car.

The 2020 building, the tallest building in the g city, in the night, the neon is not off, Lingyun is vast.

The most prestigious companies in G City are gathered in this 120 layer. What comes out from here is not just simple white-collar workers, among them, there are people who determine the fate of white-collar workers.

That man was one of them, sitting in the most eye-catching position, overlooking sentient beings.

Is he off work at this time and what is he doing?

Can’t think about it anymore, really can’t think about it anymore.

G city buses are notoriously crowded and messy. But tonight was not bad. There were not too many people on the bus. Looking at the retro scene outside the window, his thoughts slowly moved away.

Suddenly remembered the personnel affairs of this year when I chatted with susan a few days ago. Foreign language majors still inevitably fall into the cliché. Almost 70% of them are in foreign trade or translation business.

In the field of translation, Fang Ying and Zhou Huai’an are the best. Simultaneous interpretation has almost covered all the diplomatic summits and transnational business negotiations in G City. The most brilliant career in the sun, they perform perfectly. There should be no regrets in this life.

Zhou Huaian. When I passed this name in my head, my heart was so uncomfortable that I suddenly choked, and then jumped back quickly, stroking my chest for a long time before calming down.

Where Zhou Huaian is, there is that person.

How come around. Finally he walked back to him.

Gu Yebai, the man who was brilliant and indifferent.

The moon is weaving outside the window, and all the scenery in the city lights make people’s hearts anxious and sinking.

Time seems to go back four years. At that time, she was still studying in g. At that time, she was still with Gu Yebai. At that time, nothing had happened yet.

In the evening, the two of them will walk to Yingshan near the school to watch the sunset. His eyes were as dark as ink, and he focused on sketching scenes in his sketchbook, and she leaned on his back to say something. The sun, the moon, the morning, and the lace news. From the presidential election to the party of a star.

Sometimes she was bothered by her tightly, and he frowned, and her thin lips touched her lips to cover her lips, sealing all her chatter. She brows and laughs. He loved his kiss so much that he kissed him, and the faint smell of grass in his mouth reassured her.

How clever he was, how could he not know her little thoughtfulness, but as a punishment she couldn’t help but deepen the kiss with compassion, until she saw with satisfaction that the blushes on her face were pervading.