The Her That Is So Charming

The night is very dark.

After Wen Yiyang was busy, there was no one downstairs in the laboratory except for security.

He just sorted out the end of the Dr. An project that he has been developing next. He and his mentor have been working on this project for a long time.

It's over.

But this kind of anxiety is not shared.

He stood up, walked to the window sill, looked down, and could see the couple walking below. They seem to have a good relationship.

The girl put her hand in the boy's pocket, and the boy rubbed her head with a smile.

Wen Yiyang stood at the window, staring at them as they went further and further away.

Until the security came up and knocked on the door of the laboratory: "Student Wen is still staying up today?"

Wen Yiyang retracted his gaze: "No, let's leave later."

"Okay, it's okay if you don't boil it, it's not good for your body if you boil it like this every day." The security guard stood by the door and told him.

Wen Yiyang hummed, he took out his mobile phone, fixedly looking at the line of words sent by Ruan Yan, and finally replied: "Yes, I'll be waiting for you in the laboratory."

After returning, he went out and glanced out the window. The couple had already gone far away, and they couldn't see the back.

The security guard took out the key to lock the door of the laboratory, Wen Yiyang suddenly asked him: "Uncle, is there any smoke?"

The security guard was stunned: "Want to smoke?"

"Um."

"Don't touch that thing, no matter how uncomfortable you are at a young age, there are any obstacles that you can't get through."

Wen Yiyang's forward footsteps stopped. He raised his head slightly, his sharp apple jelly knot rolled, and in the empty corridor, it was his low voice: "I'm afraid it will be impossible for a lifetime."

The next day, when the sky broke, Zhang Dequan woke up before Ruan Yan.

It flapped its wings and ran around the room, yelling "Rouge" in its mouth.

Ruan Yan quickly got up and exchanged food for the ancestor. Ruan Yan patted its head: "Don't make trouble, I'm going to fight today."

"Rouge."

"Go educate a child."

"Rouge."

"But that kid became like this because of me."

"Rouge."

"So I don't know what to do with him."

"Rouge."

"Zhang Dequan, what if your parrot's son makes a mistake?"

"Fool."

Ruan Yan twitched the corner of her mouth, reached out and grabbed the head of the goods, and pulled it back into the cage: "Stay at home, you! I'm out!"

Ruan Yan put on a mask, put on a black coat, and walked out.

Halfway through the drive, it started to rain in the sky, and there was a faint tendency to get bigger and bigger.

When Ruan Yan drove all the way to the first west gate, the rain had completely turned into white beads and rolled down from the sky.

After she got out of the car, she spread her palms and concealed the rain above. She planned to buy an umbrella at the convenience store on the roadside, only to find that Wen Yiyang was standing in the parking lot at the school gate waiting for her.

He was holding a transparent umbrella and a black shirt, so that he was white enough to disappear under the rain curtain.

He saw Ruan Yan's car and walked towards her step by step.

"Sister, there is no need to buy an umbrella. I'll give it to you."

Ruan Yan looked at him, and he moved the umbrella over her head.

The heavy raindrops crackled and hit the umbrella, then crackled and rolled to the ground. The arc left in the middle was stretched infinitely——

Then, he fell rapidly.

The falling raindrops fell into Bai Nen's palm.

"Autumn rain cannot catch, Teacher Song." A female colleague came to remind Song Yemei, who was standing at the door, "There are many bacteria and it is easy to develop eczema."

Song Yemei turned his head, suddenly realized, looking at the female colleague, "Is that so."

After speaking, she quickly withdrew her hand.

However, it is obviously too late.

The bruising scars on his hands have not disappeared, and they have not been completely covered by the thin chiffon shirt. Once they are exposed, they are shocking.

The colleague covered his mouth and whispered, "Mr. Song, your hand."

Song Yemei hurriedly tore off his sleeves and covered them tightly.

She shook her head again and again, with a pair of phoenix eyes, she looked at her colleague Yingying: "Don't tell others."

"This is……"

Song Ye's eyebrows were pursed, his chin condensed into a stubborn line, and he shook his head, "Sorry, it's not convenient to say."

The colleague nodded, then stopped talking: "Mr. Song, if you have any difficulties, you must tell me."

Song Yemei hummed softly and said to his colleague, "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, I have to go back. My husband, if I know that I'm going back late, maybe it will be, uh, uh."

At the end, she didn't speak any more, just walked back, low heels, and stepped in the office, but her voice was so low. Still in a blue Morandi dress, when she lowered her head to pack her things, her shoulders drooped slightly, looking extremely gentle.

The colleague watched her holding the folder and walked out slowly under the umbrella until she walked into the heavy rain.

In the next second, my colleague immediately ran into another rest room and said to the editor of the same group: "My God, it shouldn't be a rumor that something happened to Teacher Song's house."

"What's wrong?"

"I just went in and saw Teacher Song's hand." The colleague paused and whispered to the ear of the editor, "It's all bruises."

"No way. Isn't she the daughter of the Song family... I heard her husband belongs to the Shen family."

"What the Shen family? I have a cousin from the city hospital. She worked as a nurse there for the first two months."

Another beauty editor who had been sitting next to revising the manuscript turned his chair around to join the gossip.

"She said that Teacher Song was taken to the hospital that night, and her lap was covered with glass splinters, which seemed to be her husband. Moreover, her family didn’t care about it, and only her sister came to see her. As a result, her sister also came to see her. In the game."

"Ah, is it so miserable..."

"Yeah, her husband came and looked at the gentleman. In fact, when my cousin went in to change the infusion needle for Teacher Song, my god, she fell to the ground."

As soon as the US editor finished speaking, the other two colleagues covered their mouths in surprise.

"Moreover, my husband is a trustee. He said, isn't the Song family engaged in the traditional home appliance industry? In fact, her husband has become the largest shareholder of the Song family over the years. Anyway, there are twists and turns here. There are so many."

After finishing the American gossip, I took a sip of coffee and sighed, "Mr. Song is also a poor man."

"Yes, no wonder you marry a husband with a net worth of hundreds of millions and you have to get up as early as we are as a hitman." A colleague next to him felt that the topic was too heavy, so he made a not very funny joke.

Others also agreed and smiled, occasionally a colleague turned his head and glanced at Song Yemei's office, then sighed a long breath, and finally led the words back to the trivial life:

"Have you taken an umbrella? It's raining so hard."

"No, my husband came to pick me up."

As they said, they got up to pack their things, and watched the white raindrops roll bigger and bigger outside. As the wind blew, they fell crazily along the eaves.

Fall to the ground.

Splash again--

"Your shoes seem to be wet."

Wen Yiyang lowered his head and looked at the flat shoes Ruan Yan put on.

The vamp is flannel, and she shouldn't have expected it to rain today.

"Do you want to buy a pair of changed shoes before going to school?" Wen Yiyang asked her.

Ruan Yan shook his head, "Yiyang, I have something to tell you."

She understands, he is delaying time.

"All right."

Wen Yiyang held the umbrella on top of her head, the surface of the umbrella tilted slightly towards her, and the rain flew obliquely on his shoulders, half of his clothes wetted, and he had no expression.

"Last time you came, I couldn't take you to the big laboratory. You can finally get in this time. Will you go and see?"

"good."

He held the umbrella and took her in.

Wen Yiyang took out the key, opened the outside door, took out the electronic card, and swiped the inside door.

After Ruan Yan entered, she stopped in place.

This is completely different from the laboratory that Wen Yiyang took her to before.

Inside are all large instruments, standing one by one on the wall, and some are placed in the center, with red and blue buttons on them. If Ruan Yan can still name the basic machines in the laboratory before, she can't understand the equipment here.

The only difference is that there is an old-fashioned, copper-yellow gramophone beside the blue curtains.

Wen Yiyang found her a wooden chair, told her to sit down, and found a pair of disposable cloth slippers, and asked Ruan Yan to put on the wet shoes.

"How come there are disposable slippers here." Ruan Yan asked him.

"The instructor is here. He is a person with unique requirements for the working environment. We all have to wear slippers when we come in so that we can relax and work."

"Teacher Gu Jiacheng?" Ruan Yan said, "It seems that I heard Mr. Cheng mentioned him, it is very interesting."

"Yeah." Wen Yiyang walked to the side and turned on the phonograph by the window. There was a sizzling electric noise for a moment, and then a melodious female voice.

"Yes, Italian?" Ruan Yan heard a few words, she didn't know the language at all.

"Um."

Wen Yiyang adjusted the volume just to be not too big or too small. He walked over and took a chair and sat opposite Ruan Yan.

He wore glasses, the thin frame was resting on the bridge of his nose, his forehead was moist, and he looked very gentle.

"You said you want to talk to me, let's talk." Wen Yiyang looked at Ruan Yan, his dark pupils under the lenses, looking at her intently, "I promise, I will answer honestly what you ask. "

After so long, they finally decided to sit down and have a good talk. The rain outside the house was pattering on the leaves, and inside the house was the Italian singing of the phonograph.

"Did you install positioning for my phone?" Ruan Yan asked directly.

"Yes."

The gramophone behind him was lying, and the woman’s bizarre Italian singing voice fell into the room like rain: "The time when the breeze is blowing..."

"When did you pretend it?"

"A long time ago, on the first day of our reunion. I will take you to play a fishing game. The moment you press the torpedo button, all the fish around you are exploded."

"In the dim night..." The rain continued to flow through the house.

"Aren't you afraid of being demolished after I found it?"

"I'm afraid, so after you moved out of Shen Jin's house to the Star City Hotel, I deliberately touched your mobile phone in that elevator. The moment I picked it up, I turned on the screen and checked it carefully. You didn't find it. "

"The place where the pine leaves rustle and sigh..." The rain outside is getting heavier, and the rainwater from the songs inside the house has flowed into a river.

"Yiyang, do you think you are wrong."

"wrong."

"Otherwise, don't talk more..." The stylus of the phonograph jammed the record suddenly.

"Why do you want to give me an Ann position."

"I want to keep you."

"No need to talk more..." There was only the electromagnetic sound of zila zila in the phonograph, Wen Yiyang suddenly stood up and turned it off abruptly.

Silence returned to the room.

Ruan Yan could finally feel that the strange, tide-like atmosphere in the house faded.

"What kind of tune is this?" Ruan Yan asked him.

"Mozart, a duet in "The Marriage of Figaro", "West Wind Blows." Wen Yiyang said, "My mentor loves to play, and it is also what the actor Andy heard in the cell in "Shawshank's Redemption" That paragraph."

"I don't know the meaning of the Italian language these two women sing. But I think it must be a beautiful state that is indescribable, and it makes people sad to hear it. That song will take people to faraway places, like The bird leaves the cage and flies towards nature."

Ruan Yan later found this passage, and Wen Yiyang at that time just pinched his fingers tightly behind him, and pinched it so hard that his wrist bones were protruding. You regard it as Shawshank's salvation."

"Yiyang..."

"Until later, when you put down Lu Boliang, I didn't know that I was really impossible." Wen Yiyang looked at her fixedly, "You don't even like this face."

"Feel sorry."

In any case, going back to the source, she dragged the young and ignorant him down the abyss.

"No, no need to apologize. I just regret that you didn't realize this." Wen Yiyang stood up, pulled up Ruan Yan's sleeve, and asked her to put on a helmet next to her, "Do you want to try? "

"It's a helmet that we developed at random. The principle is similar to a polygraph. If you see a scene that really touches your nerves, then this red light will continue to shine." Wen Yiyang's slender and cold fingers were placed on the helmet. Tan-like eyes looked at her motionlessly, "Sister, you are too rational. Don't you always believe in the evidence? So, now, I found it for you."

After speaking, he raised his hand and slowly put on Ruan Yan who was still in a daze.

Then turn on an electronic screen in front of you.

Above is a group photo of Ruan Yan with Lu Boliang when he was in university. They stood in front of the library and laughed happily.

The sound of drizzling leaves slid past the window, and the red light was faintly lit.

Ruan Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

And the screen quickly switches——

In the dim aisle, the cold-faced man bent down, touched the ground with one knee, and leaned over to brush the fallen leaves on the hem of the water-blue veil for her.

"Ruan Yan, you look good today."

The red light was on rapidly.

And the brain nerve area map on the other screen has completely turned red——

"Sister, you really like him."