Chapter 13: A hundred years

At twelve noon, while Xu Baichuan was enjoying his own dish and soup, his cell phone by the table rang. He glanced at the caller ID, muted the phone, and flipped it on the table.
He no longer needs to answer Tang Jin's phone call. It wasn't Song Yongyu's warning that worked, but he felt that either it kept going, or it would simply be, and dragging water would only make the situation muddy and chaotic.
It was indeed he who did the wrong thing at first, but during the seven years, he worked hard, except that he could not fly abroad to bring Song Yanyu back, and he did everything under the bed for Tang Jin. When Song Yanyu came back, he rolled away without a word, and helped Tang Jin to ask for a wave of welfare before leaving.
After finishing the meal slowly, Xu Baichuan turned on the computer for a long time, opened the browser, and habitually opened the icon on the left Weibo. Startled by the bright red 9999+, he hurried to Weibo and found all the comments They all came from their last Weibo-there were actually more than 150,000 replies, and the number of followers rose from the original 100,000 to over 300,000.
Opening a comment, it turned out that he hadn't appeared since he posted a "He is dead" Weibo, causing his fans to think that the blogger himself had died and came to remember.
Looking through dozens of pages from top to bottom, there are many repeated messages from the same person who check in every day.
In the past, when he was active every day, Weibo did not see many personal replies, but now every day, some people say their sad things on his Weibo, miss their sweet days, and wish him goodness in heaven. A few inferences that were hype and sentimental were soon overwhelmed by more comments.
There is nothing wrong with saying that he died. Xu Baichuan did die in those seven years. He can no longer write sweet stories to warm himself and others.
Fortunately, let everyone think he is dead.
Xu Baichuan quit this Weibo account, then committed suicide under a pseudonym, re-applied a Weibo account, and re-applied a pseudonym. This time, he was going to write down his delusions over the years, and truly said goodbye to the past.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door. Xu Baichuan just finished sending resumes to several companies, closed the computer, and walked to the door. He looked out from the cat's eyes and Cheng Xu was standing outside. Xu Baichuan didn't even think about it. He sat back on the sofa and continued to screen the company to submit his resume.
The previous pen name was no longer used, and the economic source was naturally broken. Besides, he used to turn around things around Tang. He was very busy, and suddenly he was a bit uncomfortable. Change the pace of life, find something to do, don't need much money, anyway, he doesn't need to get married, his wife and children's milk powder money is saved, as long as the work is fun ...
His mind had to be interrupted, because the one outside the door was too noisy.
Cheng Xu seemed to be convinced that he was at home, making the door slamming. Xu Baichuan lived in a single apartment, and there were many residents on the same floor. After Ren Cheng Xu knocked on him, he was not far from being driven out by the landlord.
Scolding a word, he had to get up and walk to the door, pull the door open, and wait for the opening. Cheng Xu propped the door with one hand and pushed the door forcibly. Xu Baichuan didn't think about it and wrestled with him. Nai Tao: "What's wrong with me?"
Cheng Xu squeezed into the room, looked around for a while, and then asked, "Did you not look at the phone?"
"What?" Xu Baichuan then remembered the phone call during lunch. He stepped suspiciously to the dining table and took the phone that he was holding. He couldn't see it. It was a little frightening. There were more than 50 missed calls. through!
Among them, Tang has two links, Wang has nearly forty links, Cheng Xu's four links, and several unknown numbers.
He handed the missed call page of the phone to Cheng Xu and asked, "What's going on?"
Cheng Xu turned around from the kitchen and walked to the bedroom door like he was at home, and said, "Want to know what happened, just call back."
Xu Baichuan took the mobile phone to the balcony.
Most of the calls are made by Xiao Wang. Is there anything in the company that is not explained clearly?
Xu Baichuan didn't want to have any intersection with Tang Jin any more, but he didn't want to really drag him down. He thought again and again and called Xiao Wang.
Three beeps and he was immediately picked up, Xiao Wang hissed and shouted exhaustively: "Brother Xu! You can answer the phone! If you don't answer me again ..."
A word didn't fall, and suddenly there was a voice from Tang Jin. Hearing here, Xu Baichuan hung up the phone. He should have thought that if something important was missed by him and the phone could not be reached, Xiao Wang would definitely send him a text message.
Soon, the phone jumped to the call page again. Xu Baichuan would drag the small phone directly to the red side, and then pull the phone of Xiao Wang, Tang Jin, and Cheng Xu together to black.
Cheng Xu looked aside and wondered, "What are you doing to get me black?"
Xu Baichuan held his hand and said, "Aren't you Tang Jin's pioneer officer?" Looking at Cheng Xu's face, "Who said it", he added: "You heard it at the hotel yesterday, I resigned and moved out of Tang I ’m close to my house and I wo n’t contact him again. I wish him and Song Yuyu a good relationship for 100 years.
Cheng Xu repeatedly nodded and said, "It's a good thing to think clearly."
Xu Baichuan thought deeply: "So you don't have to think about it and trouble me." He pointed to the door and said, "The door is over there, so I won't give it away."
Cheng Xu hesitated, and then said: "He is him, I am me."
Xu Baichuan smiled and said: "I advise you not to be so clear with Tang Jin, if you don't have him, do you think I will endure your yin and yang strangeness?"
Cheng Xu's eyes, always smiling, gradually became temperatureless.