When Sheng Wang chose to change majors and stayed in the group after joining the company, he was selfish.

There was once a popular saying that the relationship between any two strangers in the world will not be more than six people. Sheng Wang has imagined more than once that if he or she has enough external business and a wide network of relationships, would he and Jiang Tian meet unexpectedly on a certain occasion?

Then we can't blame them for being in a mess. We should say that things in the world are impermanent or destined, and we will have less burdens and concerns when we speak.

Little did he know that this day had come, but he forgot to speak.

He wanted to say, "I dreamed of you when I slept well this morning."

Like countless times before, Jiang Tian was wearing a wide T-shirt, with a blue and white school uniform with her front closure, her sleeves were high to her elbow, and she sat on the bay window with one leg bent, and her white wireless headphones were stuffed into her brushing questions.

The sun was too bright outside, the air conditioner was buzzing, and the temperature in the bedroom was always very low. The person on the windowsill turned his head and said: Don’t rock the chair after the entrustment.

He also dreamed that Jiang Tian was lying on the table to sleep, and his left hand was still on the back of his neck. When he was woken up, he frowned impatiently. He was not too slow when walking, but he was going up and down the stairs three steps. After running, he would sweat a little, and he was flamboyant and cold.

But Sheng Wang didn't say anything in the end, because the boy in the dream had taken off his school uniform and put on a strange dark coat. He came from a distance, dusty, and when he saw it from a few meters away, it was like the fog that blew up early in the winter morning.

It was not until this moment that Sheng Wang realized that they had been separated for too long. The world ran forward quickly and would not slow down because of two people. There were too many things that could be changed in time, and even rocks could be ground into sand.

He suddenly became a little timid.

The door of the box was pushed open, and a colleague came over and patted Sheng Wang on the shoulder: "Aren't you picking someone up? Why are you standing here as a wood?"

Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment before turning his gaze away from Jiang Tian, ​​turning his head and asking, "What did you just say?"

Another doctor of the professor poked his head out of it, smiled "Oh" and waved to Jiang Tian across the person and said, "It's not easy, finally it's been, your car has been stuck for a long time. The professor has been reciting you for a long time!"

Then several people rushed out, stuffed between Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian, ​​and surrounded them in the door with a smile.

Sheng Wang returned to his seat like a sleepwalking, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. His tongue was so scalded that it hurt. His heart slowly loosened, and he pumped and pumped blood to his limbs and bones. His numb fingers finally felt warm and conscious.

Sheng Wang raised his eyes and saw Jiang Tian being pushed to the professor and sitting down. He took off his coat, revealing the clean and fitted shirt inside. While unbuttoning the collar, he responded to the professor's question.

He seemed to be absent-minded, just nodding or replying to simple words. When he unbuttoned his cuffs and folded them up, he finally looked up at this side, his eyes crossed the round table and the laughter of the hall, and fell on Sheng Wang.

The colleague's sharp eyes asked almost immediately, "Hey, I thought about it just now. You two won't know each other, right?"

The table stopped talking and looked over with interest, and glanced back and forth between the two.

Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably thought the scene was a bit ridiculous. He must have been beaten to death in high school, but he would never have thought that one day he would sit at the same table with Jiang Tian, ​​and would be separated at the farthest ends, and the person next to him said in surprise, "So you know each other."

He nodded stiffly, and at the same time he heard Jiang Tian say "hmm".

"College classmate?"

"No." Sheng Wang said.

"I remember you were not in China in college, right?" Jiang Tian's classmates just mentioned it casually, but the two of them looked at each other and fell subtly silent at the same time.

For a moment, Sheng Wang hoped that the extra people around him would disappear. Because all his attention was nailed to the opposite side of the table, he had no time to distract himself from dealing with the rest.

Fortunately, my colleague Zhang Chao is a talkative person and will not let the chat be blank for even a second: "I was studying outside in college? That's good. I thought I was surrounded by the next school again after having a meal. It saved me a comparison battle."

The table burst into laughter.

Zhang Chao said again: "If it's not a university... is it a high school?"

Jiang Tian said: "One class."

The classmates on the right hand side patted him and said, "You have an old classmate here, don't you say it earlier!"

This emotional intelligence was a little lagging, and it was not appropriate to react after he finished speaking. There was an old classmate at the dinner party, but the parties involved didn't know it, so that only one thing could be explained - although they were classmates, the relationship was obviously not much better, at least they didn't contact each other frequently, and maybe they didn't even know what the other party did.

Compared to the straightforward academic school opposite, Sheng Wang was much more harmonious. Zhang Chao immediately responded and complained: "Where did you say that you were going to go? We only received the notice this morning and said that we were in charge of dinner tonight."

The others immediately laughed and exposed the subtle embarrassment.

The honest doctor stepped on the thunder and became cautious, no longer mentioned his classmates' old acquaintances, and focused on praising others. From the professor to the classmates, he then focused on hype Jiang Tian: "He is amazing. He applied for a job directly after graduation. When we applied, we were trembling when we first applied, for fear of receiving a rejection letter. He didn't have to worry at all. The professor had already set his sights on him and was steadily. Generally, if there were personnel restrictions, the professor would call him. We were all watching and could not poison him."

The professor said that his tongue was knotted in Chinese, but it was fine. He laughed like a Santa Claus and said, "Next time, I promise that next time there will be such a meeting, I will invite you to accompany me."

"It should have been like this for a long time. Keep him there, at least the girls will thank you."

The professor laughed.

...

Sheng Wang felt like a half-rusty iron nail, buzzing and trembling by the magnet opposite. He had to pull out half of his attention and listen carefully to their conversation.

He had never been so serious in class. He listened to the chat but stretched his ears and didn't dare to miss a word. He picked and selected the jokes and descriptions, screened out the parts related to Jiang Tian, ​​and pieced together a small corner of the long years. Some were proud and some were sour.

Those were the years he missed.

This professor is one quarter of Russian descent and is more interested in wine than other foods, especially in the cold season. Zhang Chao and others were in huge quantities, accompanying guests from afar to drink.

Sheng Wang also drank a lot. Every time he picked up the cup, Jiang Tian would cross the cup plate to look over.

The ceiling lights of the box are gorgeous and complex, with intertwined lights, and the refraction between glasses, sometimes they are fascinated. They sit at both ends in such chaotic lights, with their eyes entangled.

As soon as the cup was empty, he went to the sofa in a corner of the private room to hide.

After drinking and eating, everyone went to the bathroom one after another. The private room suddenly became deserted, and only two or three people left at the table were still chatting in a low voice.

Sheng Wang poured himself a cup of warm water on the table. Jiang Tian came back from the bathroom early, walked around the round table and went straight over.

Sheng Wang felt like he was lit with a hole, holding the cup, his shoulders and neck were stiff. When he raised his head to drink water, he could even hear the crackling sound of his bones and joints.

The sofa sank gently, Jiang Tian sat down beside him, holding his fingers, and could smell a faint smell of hand sanitizer. Sheng Wang turned his eyes to the side and saw the familiar little mole on the wrist bone.

When he was most intimate, he grabbed Jiang Tian's hand and kissed it there, and was then kissed back by the other party.

Sheng Wang's eyes moved and his eyes were retracted, and his fingers holding the glass cup were unconsciously turned the mouth of the cup.

They had sat together like this before. When they were good, they treated Jiang Tian as a pillow, and when they were suppressed, they were separated from each other at the two ends. But they rarely said that they were close or not, and that they were silent as they were now.

In fact, Sheng Wang wanted to say a lot, and each sentence rushed to the tip of his tongue, and then retreated before opening his mouth.

Have you received the nonsense you sent?

Why never go back?

Will it be uncomfortable to remember when I used to be?

Are you resentful or letting go?

Have you ever seen better people around you?

Who will be amused?

Have you ever had a moment of heartbeat?

...

When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I couldn’t understand why people who met again after a long time always said something that was not painful. At this moment, Sheng Wang realized that it was not that there was nothing to say, but that he did not dare to ask. It was like hiking into a dense minefield, and if you don’t know where to take the wrong step, you would be blown to pieces...

It’s better to exchange greetings.

He looked at the clear water shaking in the cup and turned to ask Jiang Tian: "Have you told Brother Xi and the others when you come back?"

"It's not too late." Jiang Tian said.

"Is it a hurry?"

Jiang Tian was silent for a moment and said, "It was decided temporarily."

If it was obviously boring, Sheng Wang's heart tightened and felt like it was tightened and loosened by an invisible hand, repeatedly.

He licked the edge of his dry lips and asked for a moment, "How long will he stay in China?"

"Half a year."

Sheng Wang wiped the cup and nodded his head with his thumb.

He could see Jiang Tian's face in the outskirts, and he looked down as if he was watching his little movements. His thumb slid and he closed it. Jiang Tian looked at it for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sheng Wang wanted to ask him if I have changed a lot, and it is much different from high school?

But before he could speak, he heard Jiang Tian whisper, "Do you feel uncomfortable if you drink so much wine?"

Sheng Wang blinked, and for a short while quiet for a few seconds, saying, "I have practiced secretly, but I didn't have three cups."

Jiang Tian looked at him, he slapped him in front of the other party and shook him: "It has risen to five cups."

His expression at that moment was like a teenager showing off his face, but he suddenly appeared and immediately shrank back. Jiang Tian opened his mouth and was about to say something, but someone pushed open the door of the private room and laughter came in. Those who went to the bathroom and smoked in the smoking room came back, took off their coats from the shelf and made the final greetings.

The atmosphere in a corner of the sofa was instantly broken. The professor called Jiang Tian and spoke quickly, probably the arrangement of tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Zhang Chao pulled Sheng Wang and busy arranging cars for the table.

Although he didn't exceed it, Sheng Wang felt that he was very drunk, and his brain was tempting with his heart, and he felt dizzy and unable to make it happen. Every call and arrangement was like a conditioned reflex of the body, and his mouth and tongue had its own consciousness, and he automatically said appropriate words.

After he ran back and forth twice before entering the private room, he found that the room was empty, and only he and Zhang Chao were left. At this time, he felt that he was stupid and had leaked too much and didn't say anything to Jiang Tian.

He suddenly remembered that when he first entered Class A, he once went to Xile for lunch and forgot to bring money. Jiang Tian took his mobile phone to redeem him. When the two returned to the classroom, the exercise papers for lunch had been distributed for a long time, and he had only 15 minutes left. He rushed to the scene but still missed a lot and didn't do it.

The moment the paper was taken away, it was this feeling now.

Zhang Chao also called Sheng Wang a designated driver, and the two of them were waiting for people to come by the open-air parking lot. He was much bigger than Sheng Wang. When Sheng Wang was internship, he followed him and later became a par. Many times, he was like a worried big brother, staring at Sheng Wang to prevent overwork.

He was driving WeChat to add people to the communications one by one, and he rushed to Shengwang without raising his head and said, "I'll push it to you after adding it later."

Sheng Wang was absent-minded and said, "I have it."

Zhang Chao was stunned: "How many people do you have WeChat?"

Sheng Wang then realized that Jiang Tian was the only one, and changed his words: "I said it wrong, I'll push it later."
To be continued...