Today was Saturday, and the weather that had cleared up was still unbearably hot. In the communication room, Xing Lan was busy perfecting his work. Today was his day shift, and because the company was resting, Xing Lan was not worried about anyone disturbing him. His attention was completely focused on his work.
"He's still drawing."
Peng Liang's face was covered in sweat as he walked to Xing Lan's side.
"Yes."
Xing Lan did not raise his head to reply softly.
"Aiya, it's really too hot.”
Peng Liang's sweatshirt trembled as he pinched it in front of his chest. Because it was too hot, the sweatshirt stuck to his body.
"How can summer be called summer if it's not hot?”
Xing Lan was still staring at his own work as he spoke out in a manner that was not surprised at all.
"Summer? It's already autumn. It was the beginning of autumn yesterday.”
Peng Liang took a sip of water and sat down on the sofa.
"What do you mean by the beginning of autumn? When did it start?”
Xing Lan stretched out his hand to pick up his cup. Looking at Peng Liang who was on the sofa, his tone carried a trace of doubt.
"It was the beginning of autumn yesterday. Boss, you've already passed your days. If you don't believe me, look at the calendar.”
Peng Liang indicated for Xing Lan to take a look.
Hearing this, Xing Lan took out his phone. It was indeed the beginning of autumn yesterday. Xing Lan did not expect autumn to come so quickly.
Autumn. From Xing Lan's perspective, autumn was very beautiful. Along the small roads in the countryside, one could see the ground filled with low-hanging grains of rice, which represented the harvest. A gust of autumn wind blew past, stirring up a wave of golden waves. From Xing Lan's perspective, autumn carried a hint of melancholy. The yellow and withered earth and the fallen leaves on the ground made one feel an inexplicable sadness. That kind of sadness was like the arrival of the end of the world, filled with endless desolation.
However, Xing Lan liked autumn. If autumn really represented the end of the world, then Xing Lan would look forward to the arrival of the end of the world. To Xing Lan, liking someone did not need a reason. For the so-called liking, Xing Lan was willing to give up everything, even his own life. Because Xing Lan knew that there were not many things that he liked. Hence, liking someone was especially rare in Xing Lan's eyes. It was just like the current autumn, which only happened once a year.
Xing Lan walked out of the reception room and came to the company's compound. He raised his head and looked at the blazing sun in the sky. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the compound. The vegetation in the compound was still lush and full of vitality. The cicadas on the trees kept telling people about the heat of the climate. Occasionally, a few people would pass by the compound. Young girls would put their documents on their heads to block the scorching sun. Perhaps they were still unwilling to leave in the summer, so Xing Lan did not notice the aura of autumn.
"It feels hotter than two days ago."
Xing Lan walked into the room and sat directly on the chair opposite Peng Liang. The air conditioner was facing him.
"This is called the darkness before dawn."
Peng Liang smiled and sighed.
"Wrong, this is called the final struggle."
Xing Lan lit up a cigarette as he spoke. After he finished speaking, Peng Liang and he burst into laughter.
"Where is Xuan Mo?"
While the two of them were sitting quietly, Gao Wei, who was carrying a document bag, walked in and asked Xuan Mo. His expression was a little flustered.
"Yo, long time no see."
Peng Liang, who was sitting on the sofa, greeted him politely. Because Gao Wei had not returned to the company since he left, Peng Liang's tone was as if he had met a confidant for a long time.
"Yeah, mom, I'm dying of thirst.”
Gao Wei subconsciously responded to Peng Liang's words and took out a paper cup to fill himself with water.
" Upstairs. Why?"
Because he was used to Gao Wei's appearance of the sky collapsing, Xing Lan's tone was very calm.
"Ah!"
Gao Wei drank the water in his cup in one gulp. Perhaps he was in a hurry, he burped.
"I'm going back today. Xuan Mo said he's going back too. Li Long bought a car, so it's on the way.”
Gao Wei answered Xing Lan as he sat on the sofa after getting another glass of water.
"He didn't say he was going back. When did he tell you?”
Xing Lan's tone carried a trace of doubt. He had just met Xuan Mo in the morning and Xuan Mo did not tell Xing Lan that he was leaving. Li Long was Xing Lan's comrade and his family background was very rich, so Xing Lan was not really curious.
"I just called him. He made a last-minute decision.”
Gao Wei explained.
"Oh, why are you going back?”
Looking at Gao Wei, Xing Lan became puzzled again because Gao Wei had just returned from home these two days.
"I'm doing something on my own. I'll probably be back in a day or two.”
Gao Wei did not answer directly.
"Then, he's coming down."
Looking through the door and window at Xuan Mo who was dragging his luggage, Xing Lan walked out of the reception room after saying that.
"Just in time. I'm going back."
Looking at Xing Lan, Xuan Mo voiced his decision.
"What are you going back for?"
After taking Xuan Mo's luggage, Xing Lan's tone was filled with confusion. Xuan Mo had just started work for three to four days.
"You're here too. When are you leaving?”
Looking at Gao Wei behind Xing Lan, Xuan Mo asked directly.
"Waiting for his call, it will probably take a while.”
Gao Wei replied.
"Go inside. It's too hot here. What are you going back for?”
Turning around, Xing Lan asked again.
"My family called and said that my wife is meeting someone else. Besides, I miss my daughter too. I'll go back and see them.”
Xuan Mo's calm words stunned Xing Lan. Xing Lan did not expect that they would be preparing to meet before they even got divorced.
"What kind of people are these? They're not divorced yet and they're already on a blind date with someone else.”
After handing out the luggage, Xing Lan sat on the sofa with a puzzled expression.
"What's wrong with that? It's not like Xuan Mo hasn't gone on a blind date recently.”
Gao Wei was not surprised.
Xuan Mo did not say anything. Xing Lan knew that Gao Wei was telling the truth. He could only smile bitterly because he could not understand.
"Alright, you guys continue chatting. I'm going out for a walk. Be careful on the way and keep in touch.”
Peng Liang, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and looked at Xuan Mo and Gao Wei. As Xing Lan and the others were from the same hometown, they spoke in a dialect, so Peng Liang could not understand them.
"Okay, call me if you need anything."
Xuan Mo stood up and responded to Peng Liang.
"What are you going to do when you go back?"
After Peng Liang left, Xing Lan directly asked Xuan Mo about his work.
"Let's see. Let's deal with the one in front of us first.”
Xuan Mo looked worried.
Xuan Mo left in the end. He came and left quickly. Xuan Mo's departure made Xing Lan very worried because Xuan Mo was indeed his friend. Facing Xuan Mo's current state of desolation, Xing Lan could only silently wish him well but did not know what to do.
The sky was already completely dark. Xing Lan, who had nothing to do after work, was walking on the streets. The streets were still crowded with people and it was very lively. Pedestrians rushed past him, but Xing Lan felt a feeling that he had never felt before. It was a feeling that he had not felt for a long time. It was loneliness. After thinking about it, Xing Lan determined that this feeling was loneliness. He recalled the time he had been in Beijing. The people who had gathered together were now scattered.
Perhaps it was because he was used to the liveliness, but at this moment, he felt lonely. After thinking for a while, Xing Lan still dialed Jing Han's number. Xing Lan wanted Jing Han and Yu Xuan to accompany him, and the three of them met at a restaurant that they often went to.
"Hey, I see that you guys have to squat when you go to the army for the assessment. Can you squat?”
Yu Xuan, who was sitting at the dining table, asked Xing Lan with chopsticks in his mouth.
"That's a deep squat. You need to put your legs together. Many people can't squat because they have flat feet.”
Xing Lan explained.
"Who can do that?”
Jing Han looked incredulous.
"I can. If I can't squat down, I'm not allowed to be a soldier.”
Xing Lan had a determined expression.
"Liar, squat down and let me see."
Jing Han didn't quite believe it.
"You still don't believe me? Look."
As Xing Lan spoke, he left his seat and was about to squat down.
"I don't think so."
After saying that, Xing Lan returned to his seat.
"Why aren't you squatting?"
Jing Han was confused.
"I'm used to it. I want to take off my pants as soon as I squat.”
Xing Lan said as he picked up a vegetable leaf.
"Stinky Xinglan, you're so disgusting."
As Yuxuan spoke, he pretended to hit Xinglan.
"That's right."
Jing Han also said to cater to him with an indignant expression.
Xing Lan smiled.
That day, Xing Lan was very happy. He did not know why he was so happy. He did not even know that he was gradually changing. He was becoming more active. He was changing. He could not live without people. This was also a disaster.
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