Reborn In the 1990s

Outside the window, it suddenly began to rain. The raindrops hit the glass and made a sound of "pattering".

Cheng Yu opens the computer on his desk, and the dark screen suddenly lights up. He takes the cup at hand and finds that there is still coffee left in it that he hasn't finished drinking during the day.

"Coffee? I'm going to help you Qing Feiyang reached for the cup.

"No Cheng Yu put the cup back on the table, "you go back, I will attend the meeting."

"What?" Qing Feiyang was very surprised, "you come back so late. Is it because I finally found out my conscience that I didn't have to work for my employees? "

"Are you going? If I don't go, I'll go back on my word. " Cheng Yu input the computer power on password, the screen soon appeared a cat figure.

If it's normal. Qing Feiyang may immediately turn around and leave, but now, he just sighed and picked up his cup from Cheng Yu's desk.

"I'll make you a cup of coffee." He held the cup and said, "or I'm afraid you'll die suddenly here, and no one will know."

As the night grew deeper, the neon lights outside the window flickered. There are no vehicles on the road, only street lamps are still standing alone. A gust of wind, disturbing the roadside trees "Hua Hua Hua" sound, and then rolled up half wet leaves on the ground, crying and running away.

Cheng Yu leaned on the sofa for a short nap, then suddenly woke up. The office was dark and quiet as if it were a murder scene.

Qing Feiyang has gone home. I don't know when the curtain is pulled. The computer on the desk has already entered the sleep mode. Only the host below is still flashing the blue light.

Cheng Yu sat up from the sofa with his stiff waist and was ready to go to the bathroom to wash his face. As a result, when he passed the door, he did not know what he had tripped over. The sound of "Ding Dong Long Dong" made him feel sleepy and flew away half of the time.

When he turned on the light, he found that the culprit was the baseball bat standing by the door by Qing Feiyang, but he had just been accidentally kicked under the table by him.

Without intending to explore why Qing Feiyang left such things in the company, Cheng Yu held the door and gave a short smile. Instead of picking up the stick, he raised his hand and looked at the time: 1:23 in the morning.

Another night in the office, Cheng Yu can't remember how many times this month.

He raised his head against his wet face, and a few drops of water were splashed on the mirror in front of him because he had just moved too much.

Cheng Yu looks at the face in the mirror.

Because of the cold light in the bathroom, the face looked bloodless and morbid white. Under the eye ground hangs the thick and the eye socket, in the eye has not rested the red blood silk, the hair is disorderly one Peng. A few wisps of water are still dripping in front of me.

He reached out and touched his chin, feeling a bit prickly.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Cheng Yu rummaged through the drawer of his office and finally pulled out a razor that he didn't know when he left it here. Then, in the company that was empty at midnight, he shaved the green stubble on his chin in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

Because he had only one razor, he shaved very carefully, but still because the shadow suddenly flashed in the mirror lost its strength and left a bloodstain on his chin.

Cheng Yu gave a "Ho". Drop the razor and walk to the bathroom window. The window was not closed tightly, and there was always a wind blowing in. He opened the window and looked out. In an instant, he was blinded by the wind with sand and dust.

"Pa" a sound, the bathroom window was vigorously closed, "dada" footsteps gradually away. Only the razor, left in the corner of the sink.

Jiang Qingyue got up in the morning and found that the temperature had dropped. As she dug Cheng Sheng's thick sweater out of the cabinet, she told Cheng Zhaosong, who was preparing to go out, to wear an extra dress.

"I just saw the weather. The temperature has dropped at least five degrees. Sheng bao'er, how about wearing this sweater to school today?" Jiang Qingyue shows Cheng Sheng with a thick white sweater.

"No!" Cheng Sheng's body was full of rejection, "it's hard to wear too much!"

A boy of his age is just playing and moving. He wears too much and is wrapped up like a ball. It's easy to move.

Jiang Qingyue touched the sweater in her hand. Soft and gentle is really soft, but thick is also really thick. She also felt that she was a little over exaggerating. So I found a thin sweater again from the wardrobe.

"How about wearing this one and adding a coat over it?"

Cheng Sheng reluctantly nodded and reached out to pick up the clothes. At this time, there was a sudden noise at the gate, which made him throw down his clothes and run out.

The person who enters the door is startled by Cheng Sheng who suddenly rushes out. After seeing who it is, he immediately puts his legs together in a standing posture, and "pa" to Cheng Sheng is a military salute.

Cheng Sheng returned a military salute, but when saluting, his eyes were still glancing behind his old contacts. Jiang Qingyue grabs clothes and drives out of the room. She just sees Cheng Sheng's face lost.

"Here comes Xiao Wu, come in! Did you have breakfast? Just have a little with your chief. "Cheng Zhaosong, who had already finished eating and was just about to stand up and go out, sat back at the table after hearing Jiang Qingyue's words, and then added a bowl of porridge to himself.

"Hello! Thank you, ma'am Xiao Wu's young man answered happily and went to the table. To Cheng Zhaosong, "Pa Pa Pa" is another military salute.

"Sit down quickly." Cheng Zhaosong puts a pair of bowls and chopsticks for his guard. He glances at the mother and son, who are still standing at the door, facing another door in the room that has been closed for a long time, and his eyes are getting darker.

Jiang Qingyue covered Cheng Sheng's sweater, touched his smooth little face, and gave him a smile: "what's the matter with us Shengbao?"

Cheng Sheng lets Jiang Qingyue knead his face like a dough ball. Then he asked, "when will my brother come back?"

Jiang Qingyue was stunned when she heard the speech. She subconsciously turned back to see the door that had been closed for a long time, "does Shengbao miss my brother?" She asked, holding Cheng Sheng's hand.

Cheng Sheng didn't say he wanted to or didn't want to. He just broke away from Jiang Qingyue's hand and ran obediently to the dining table and sat on a stool, waiting for Cheng Zhaosong to give him porridge.

"Sheng bao'er, you should drink milk first." Jiang Qingyue cleaned up her mood and sat down at the table.

"Oh." Cheng Sheng put down the spoon, pushed the bowl in front of her, then reluctantly picked up the cup and gulped through the "morning inspection task" every day.

It was supposed to be a table of four, but no one else had appeared for many days. Even the doorknob of that door was covered with a layer of fine dust.