Whirl of the Forsaken Chapter 5

It was a rainy day outside, so Qian Xin slept until one o'clock in the afternoon.

His long-term eating disorder made him very insensitive to hunger. He was not very hungry, but felt weak all over. He stayed in bed for half an hour, wondering what he could do after eating. This was probably a common problem among people who worked overtime for a long time. When they were busy, they wanted to die, but when they were idle, they felt hopeless.

At this point, it was very quiet inside and outside the house. When he stepped on the mobile phone at the end of the bed and slid it towards his hand, he suddenly felt sad. Maxim Qian was about to run away, and he had nothing but work.

He turned on the phone and looked at it. When he saw that the numbers he recognized were only those of a few manufacturers, he turned off the phone again. The landline phone line was just a lie, it was connected fine, but it never rang, and it seemed like nothing was wrong.

After washing, he went to the refrigerator and took a look. He saw a few wilted leafy vegetables that he didn't remember buying last week, two potatoes, the milk had expired, the bread had expired, and there was only one egg left. All the desires below are gone.

He took out a bottle of mineral water, closed the refrigerator, poured it in front of the closet, and suddenly thought of a place to eat.

Yuyuan is an old community, and most of the people living there are elderly people. Qian Xin passed by the small shop on the right side of the gate. The old man and his mother, who were playing mahjong under the loofah stand, immediately saw him: "Xiao Qian, you haven't been here for a while."

Qian Xin smiled and said, "Good afternoon, uncles and aunts. My master hasn't gone out, has he?"

The aunt with curly hair threw out a seven-cylinder coolly: "I'm playing chess at the back."

"Thank you, Mother Liu." Qian Xin grabbed her pocket and went behind the Tongzi Building.

Before seeing anyone, I heard the murderous sounds of a chess game. The two old men were not very good at chess. They were addicted to drugs and loved to make noise. Their moves were all "bang bang". His master, Lao Yang, turned his back to him, picked up a pawn from his opponent's plate, and then smiled proudly.

Qian Xin silently walked behind him. It took several minutes for the old man opposite to notice him. He smiled broadly and said, "Yang Xinmin, your apprentice is here."

The man who was preparing to be a general gestured for a moment and quickly turned his bald head. He was an old man with a good complexion and good spirits. He had a fat face, thick eyebrows, and a mole as big as a soybean on his mouth.

Yang Xinmin opened his wrinkled eyelids, with a little smile inside, and said as if he had seen a ghost: "Hey, the emperor is in court."

Since Maxim Qian arrived at GAD, he has been so busy that Shenlong has never seen his tail. Yang Xinmin called him several times to ask him to come for dinner, but he always said he was busy. From then on, his master used to mock him as an emperor when he saw him.

Qian Xin sat down on the stone bench one by one, with a light and relaxed smile on his face: "I'm here to pay my respects to the Supreme Emperor."

The Supreme Emperor snorted with his nose. After all, the general couldn't say anything. Qian Xin followed his master into the old Tongzi Tower. The hostas in the small flower bed at the door were blooming luxuriantly, white and fragrant. The damaged layer on the ground indicated that summer was about to pass.

Yang Xinmin is old. Although his back is not bent, his movements have become slower. He struggled to climb the fifth floor. Maxim Qian looked at his back from the stairs below and felt that time was really cruel.

When he met this ordinary person who changed his destiny, he was only in his early fifties. It seemed that he had aged in the blink of an eye. Maxim Qian was silently supporting his back from behind, and his sadness suddenly passed through: I too It will get old soon.

Yang Xinmin was very familiar with Maxim Qian, his second-bedroom apartment owner, and it was not the first time that he had eaten. As soon as Yang Xinmin entered the house, he went to change clothes and directed him to get food from the refrigerator. Maxim Qian obediently threw the things on the balcony, sat on the pony and started peeling potatoes.

Yang Xinmin made a cup of Dahongpao and drank it, then came over and sat down on the big bench. He picked up a lotus root and started to peel it: "How are you doing recently? Are you finished with your work?"

"I'm too busy." Maxim Qian's face turned cold, he raised his head and said impatiently, "Slow down, the skin is flying onto my face."

"There's so much nonsense waiting for you to eat! My nephew will come over for dinner later, so hurry up, it's so hard to get potatoes."

Maxim Qian's movements stopped: "Which nephew? When will he come? You fry some shredded potatoes for me first, and I will eat and leave first."

Yang Xinmin scolded: "It's not like I'm going to kill you if I have a meal! My eldest nephew Merrick Yang seems to be in junior high school with you. Maybe you even know each other."

Maxim Qian thought about it and had no impression at all: "Your family is here for dinner, and I don't feel comfortable staying there."

Yang Xinmin quickly finished scraping the lotus roots and started picking beans: "You can be sentimental. No one will look at you when you are at the dinner table. Just eat. Besides, you haven't been here for a long time. You left in less than half an hour. I have something to ask you." Woolen cloth."

Qian Xin didn't come for almost two months. He couldn't bear to say anything and didn't want to agree, so he changed the subject and said, "What are you talking about? There is so much life in this small atmosphere, so let's talk."

Yang Xinmin hesitated for a moment: "I just wanted to ask you, if you are working with Gao Yuan now, do you have any ideas in the future?"

Qian Xin was stunned. He raised his head and looked at the old man and said, "Why do you ask this suddenly? Did you hear something?"

Yang Xinmin raised his tone: "No one needs to tell me. I know who Gao Yuan is, but you are like a fool being manipulated by him like a donkey."

Maxim Qian put on a disgusted face: "I don't know how to make metaphors, so I can quietly be an illiterate. I'm such a handsome horse, do you think I'm a donkey?"

Yang Xinmin made a show of slapping him with the back of his knife: "The more you learn, the more slippery you become! You poor man, please speak up."

Maxim Qian stopped joking: "I don't have any plans. Let's talk about it after this year."

Yang Xinmin couldn't help but sigh: "Xinyi, you said that you are almost thirty, you have no career, and your home is empty. It's so fast every year. You really need to think about it." "

As soon as Qian Xin lowered his eyelids and peeled his skin seriously, Yang Xinmin became angry when he saw him like that: "In the past few years, you have worked for him as a cow and a horse, and you have been in the hospital. The kindness you borrowed money from back then has long been repaid." Okay, you can't hang on this favor all your life, you have to have a normal schedule, and you have to have a family. "

Maxim Qian felt warm in his heart, raised his head and smiled obediently: "Master, don't worry, I know what's going on, and I've mentioned my resignation to Mr. Gao."

"What's the use of just mentioning it!" Yang Xinmin said, hating the indifference of steel, "I still don't know what your urine is? As soon as he says he can't do it without you, you can't speak. You just pretend to be a paper tiger. It's still too tender."

Maxim Qian's left ear went in and the right ear went out: "Yes, yes, I will exercise again."

Yang Xinmin continued to teach: "I think Gao Yuan's fortune seems to have arrived. He is more prosperous and courageous than before. You must be careful and put yourself on the edge of every project. Contracts and signatures are very complicated. Be careful, don't be pushed out and take the blame if something happens."

A flash of sadness flashed across Qian's heart at a glance, so fast that the old man didn't notice it. This time he responded seriously: "I know, don't worry."

Seeing that he had listened, Yang Xinmin smiled and shifted the focus from work to marriage: "Qian'er, your Aunt Qin has a niece who is about to graduate with a doctorate and has a job here. Auntie thinks your work and character are All good, I think..."

Qian Xin felt his right eyelid twitch and immediately interrupted him: "Master, let me tell you, there is a new colleague in my office who is engaged in calculations. He is also a doctor. He is professional and has nothing to say."

It was rare for him to praise someone, and Yang Xinmin's mind was immediately led away by curiosity: "Hey, there is someone who you are satisfied with right away, and he has such a high degree of education! It's really rare. How did Dr. Ren help you?"

In order to prevent a backlash, Maxim Qian recounted yesterday's events with added detail. In order to increase the tension of the story, he arranged the appearance of Flynn Chen, who smelled like steamed dumplings in Shaxian County, when he was overwhelmed by the opponent's calculations and was unable to argue. At that moment, the part where he calmly provided the plan was exaggerated.

Yang Xinmin was an experienced technician. After hearing what he said, he had a good impression of his colleague who was responsive and accurate in cutting materials. Maxim Qian's relationship with his colleagues was in a mess. He felt quite virginal after hearing this, so he said: "It's pretty awesome." Young man, bring me to see you next time."

When Qian Xin saw that he seemed to have forgotten about being a pimp, she was about to agree, but felt that the request was a bit wrong. She wanted to bring a male colleague to see the master. What the hell!

Next, Yang Xinmin had no time to chat. He put the soup in the pot and went to slice and shred onions, ginger and garlic. He was busy in the kitchen alone. Qian Xin was kicked out by him as soon as he finished the rice and sat down in the living room. Watch the science and education channel.

The room was filled with the aroma of food. As soon as Qian Xin moved the dishes on the dining table, he moved a plate and stole some with his hands. This habit of his was very bad, but he never changed it. When he picked up the lotus root clip and threw it into his mouth, the door to the living room suddenly opened, and the person who came in was a dark gray shirt and black trousers, and he looked quite tasteful.

Qian Xin paused for a moment, then stuffed the food into his mouth, turned around and entered the separated dining room.

The person who entered the door was also stunned, as if he didn't expect there was a stranger in the house. Yang Xinmin heard the sound of the door opening, poked his head out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiang is here, go wash your hands, I'll be there soon." Let's have dinner."

Merrick Yang called uncle and was still glancing at the dining room. When Yang Xinmin saw this, he said, "That's my apprentice. I mentioned it to you before, Maxim Qian."

Merrick Yang's eyes moved when he heard the name, and he said with a smile as if he had reacted: "So your apprentice's name is Maxim Qian. I only mentioned the person before, but never the name."

Yang Xinmin was secretly proud: "You are all busy people, but no one paid attention to me even if I told you. I am too lazy to tell you, go ahead and wash your hands."

As soon as Qian Xin put the dishes out, he happened to catch up with Merrick Yang who was about to turn around and made eye contact. The other party said "hello" to him and went to the bathroom after getting his response. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Maxim Qian always felt that the way he looked at her was a bit...observant.

Merrick Yang is a very easy-going person and speaks well, quite similar to Flynn Chen's impression. The dinner was not dull. Even though Maxim Qian didn't want to talk, for the sake of his master, he still answered every question from Merrick Yang, including Merrick Yang's question about whether he had studied at Qiancheng No. 2 High School.

It was a very embarrassing past. Since Merrick Yang asked this, he must have witnessed his "glorious" moment, but now Maxim Qian no longer cares about it, so he answered in a casual tone: "I did, I am from the class of 2001."

Merrick Yang smiled: "What a coincidence, I am also from the 2001 class, I am in Class 1."

If Maxim Qian hadn't been so anxious at that time and paid a little attention to the school's celebrity list, he would have known that in addition to the person in front of him, the top student in Class 1 also had his new partner Flynn Chen.

Merrick Yang did not continue to reminisce about the past, but changed the topic to Yang Xinmin's high blood pressure. When Qian Xinmin became his father, he immediately united with Merrick Yang.

Merrick Yang left after dinner, and Maxim Qian watched TV with the old man for a while before leaving. When he was on the way, he turned on his phone and found that Flynn Chen had called him at six o'clock. Fearing that something happened to the company, he called back, but was informed that the line was busy.

Flynn Chen was answering the phone, and the caller was Merrick Yang, Qian Xin's friend half an hour ago.

The background sound over there was noisy and chaotic, with screams and rock music. It was obviously a nightclub. Before Flynn Chen frowned, he was attracted by the content of the words.

He heard Merrick Yang say desperately on the other side of the phone: "Old Chen, I met an old school friend today. Do you know who it is? I used to gossip with you and you don't like to hear that. Class 8 was punished for refusing to correct his mistakes and fighting. The bad student who was expelled seems to have done better than me, so knowing how to read is of no use. He is mostly a scholar..."

Flynn Chen felt moved, said sorry to everyone, and went out holding up his mobile phone. He walked to the waiting area of the restaurant, sat on the sofa and asked, "Farewell Shixing Dafa, where did you meet him?"

"Do you still remember him? Yes, it's hard to forget. In my uncle's house, for a long time he was my uncle's apprentice who blew his tunes to the sky."

Flynn Chen: "Well, what was the gossip you wanted to tell me back then?"

Merrick Yang asked strangely: "It's strange! You are actually interested in a passerby."

"He is not a stranger," Flynn Chen said, "he is now my...supervisor."

"Pfft..." There was a sound of liquid spurting out, and Merrick Yang's disbelieving voice immediately rose by more than an octave, "What did you say!!!"