chapter 16 Two shameless thieves

When I came to the company, I turned on my computer and read social news for a while as usual. Then I browsed my friends’ Weibo posts, trying to find some funny jokes to entertain myself.

I accidentally discovered that Zoey posted a Weibo two days ago. The main content of the Weibo was her wedding photos with Wesley. Zoey liked a lot of people on this Weibo, but she didn’t like me. Of course I I know that she is afraid that Wesley and her achievements will remind me of the bleak ending between myself and Emily. In fact, she doesn't have to be like this. I, Maxwell, can afford to give her blessings with pain.

Their wedding photos have many themes. One group of photos is named "Silent Joy". In this group of photos, Wesley and Zoey hold hands with each other but have no expression on their faces. They look very silent. The background of the photo But it is a smiling sunflower, highlighting the theme of "silent joy".

This is a great theme, but it does not belong to them. This theme was proposed by me more than 3 years ago when Emily was very forward-thinking and asked me how to take wedding photos of me and her. I feel that the joy in silence can best withstand the scrutiny of time and the erosion of years, and will last forever.

I sighed softly, but my heart ached due to the ruthless changes of time. After being silent for a long time, I smiled and left a message under Zoey's Weibo: "Two shameless thieves, I wish you happiness forever."

I lit a cigarette, took a hard puff, and exhaled for a long time, but the diffuse smoke was instantly dismembered by the wind blowing in, so I also saw a picture full of cracks. Emily in the picture was still The person who loved me three years ago was lying in my arms and praised the theme of "Silent Joy" that I proposed. We happily decided that when we get married one day, we will definitely use this theme to take a set of wedding photos.

But after all, we didn’t have any use for this theme, so it was plagiarized by Wesley and Zoey, two bad friends with no sense of innovation. Haha, I’m not sad about this at all. I’m really not sad. I just think of it at dusk that day. We are so happy because we look forward to getting married.

At noon, Wesley and I had dinner in the company's restaurant. Starting from this afternoon, Wesley will take two weeks of wedding leave. He needs to temporarily transfer some work to me.

After spending ten minutes chatting with Wesley about work, we then talked about his and Zoey’s upcoming wedding.

I asked Wesley: "Has Zoey's bridesmaid been found?"

Wesley nodded and said: "Originally, Zoey planned to find a female colleague as a bridesmaid in their company. Now that Emily is back, she must be looking for Emily."

I didn't react for a moment, and I was stunned for a long time before asking Wesley: "Is your best man my best man?"

"What's the matter, are you trying to escape from the battlefield?"Wesley asked with a serious look on his face.

"What are you thinking about? Don't you and Zoey consider how embarrassing it would be for me and Emily to arrange this way?"

It took a moment for Wesley to react and said, "Yeah, Zoey and I really didn't think of this. It's quite embarrassing to arrange this for you."

"Just know, and Emily and I have broken up. It would be unlucky for us to be your best man and bridesmaid," I added.

"I'm really scared when you say that." He paused and asked, "Then who will quit, you or Emily?"

"You're on wedding leave. Work matters are all on my head. I don't have that much time to be the best man. I'd better quit." I thought for a while and said.

"Okay, there's really no best way to do this."Wesley said with some regret in his words.

Of course I feel sorry for it, but according to wedding customs, it is unlucky for the married couple to let a man and woman who have broken up be the best man and bridesmaid.

After a moment of silence, I asked Wesley: "Have you thought of other candidates for the best man?"

Wesley made a reassuring expression and said, "No need to think about it, it's ready, just ask Brian."

Needless to say, Brian is a perfect candidate to be Wesley’s best man. When we were in the same class in college, the three of us had the closest relationship. However, Brian is from Nanjing. He returned to Nanjing after graduation and did not stay with us in Suzhou. , but the friendship of the revolutionary class has always existed.

I nodded and asked Wesley: "I haven't contacted him for a while. What has this guy been busy with recently?"

Wesley sighed: "Their tobacco shop has done well in the past two years. I heard that they have opened several branches in Nanjing. Recently, they are preparing to operate as a company and have opened an 800-square-meter flagship store. The image design fee for the flagship store alone It cost more than 300,000 yuan, and the work is quite high-end.”

I also sighed: "His father is really awesome. Even when he is old, he still manages to turn this kid into a rich second generation."

Wesley shrugged and said, "This matter really has nothing to do with his father. You don't know that his third uncle works in the Bureau of Commerce and is a powerful person. Isn't it only a matter of time before their tobacco shop becomes bigger?"

I agree with Wesley's point of view. In this society, there is no slight difference between those with connections and those without connections. For example, Brian and I are two stark contrasts.

Wesley left the company in the afternoon, and my work became busy accordingly. I didn't get off work until eight o'clock in the evening. The next day, even though it was Saturday, I still worked an extra day in the busy schedule, mainly to replace Wesley and be busy with us. For the project of setting up special counters in the shopping mall, I have been in contact with the inspection team from i in the past two days, and the project plan has been revised according to their requirements.

In just two days, I already felt overwhelmed, and then bored, which made me understand: compared to Wesley, my working ability is still a little worse, at least he has always been able to deal with these incidents with ease.

At nine o'clock in the evening on Saturday, I dragged my tired body and got on the last bus home, but my mood was not relaxed because of tomorrow's rest. All I could think about was what would happen at Wesley and Zoey wedding tomorrow. They were happy to be married, but they were unwilling to meet Emily in such an occasion with happy words on it. And this reluctance became stronger and stronger as time went by. In my opinion, Wesley and Zoey's wedding was a cruel whipping and torture for Emily and me.

Maybe Emily won't care about this kind of torture, but I really care

It was already 9:30 when I got back to my apartment. I didn’t wash up and rest immediately. I just sat on the sofa in the living room and lit a cigarette out of habit. Then I was immersed in anxiety and couldn’t extricate myself. I even forgot to play a song on the guitar. Cut yourself some slack.

I drank a glass of cold water and just lay on the sofa staring at the ceiling in a daze. After a while, I heard the door open. I knew it was Penelope who was back. She came back later than me in the past two days. Maybe she also has her own nightlife. , but this has little to do with me.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the room made Penelope frown. She walked up to me and said, "Can you not smoke in the living room?"

I didn't care about Penelope's question and said nonchalantly: "What's wrong with smoking in the living room? I didn't go to your room to smoke."

"The living room is no good either. I don't want to come back every day. It's so smoky when I first enter the room."Penelope said in a stern tone.

"Then I'll just open the window next time I smoke. The wind will blow in and dissipate after a while." I said to Penelope patiently despite my anxiety.

"That's not okay. From now on, you can only go out to smoke. It's not allowed in this house."

I sat up from the sofa, frowned and said: "This is not allowed, that is not allowed, you treat me as your grandson, right? I have lived in this house for more than two years, and I have smoked in every corner. , including the room you are currently living in and the toilet in the bathroom."

After I got angry, Penelope suddenly said to me calmly: "If you are so dissatisfied, then go find a house to live by yourself. Even if you climb up to the roof to smoke, no one will care about you."

I didn't say anything, but I was tired of the feeling of being pinched, but I couldn't resist. I wished I could become a rich man and buy this house, and then climb up to the roof to smoke a cigarette.

After a while, I crumpled the cigarette box into a ball, threw it into the trash can, glared at Penelope and said roughly: "Master, I won't smoke anymore, are you satisfied?"

Penelope looked at me calmly and asked: "Master, didn't you just say that you were your grandson?"

I said angrily: "That's nonsense. You treat me as your grandson. When did I say that I am your grandson?"

Penelope smiled, shrugged, turned and walked towards her house.

I was stunned for a long time before I realized that she was setting a trap for me to make me admit that I was her grandson without realizing it. I suddenly had the urge to spit blood in her room. It was such a fucking bully. Got it

After washing up, I went back to my room, closed the door tightly, found another pack of cigarettes, opened it and lit one, then opened the window and lay on the bed to smoke.

The phone that hadn't been ringing for a long time rang without any warning. I was stunned for a long time before the ringing was about to end before I picked up the phone from the bedside cabinet and answered the call.

Zoey familiar voice came from the phone: "Maxwell, are you asleep?"

"Lie down, haven't slept yet."

Zoey sighed: "I'm thinking about things again. Single men are so pitiful."

"You call me back later. I'll go to the bathroom and cry for a while." I said angrily. Zoey and Wesley had the same virtues, comforting people to death every time.

Zoey smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk business with you."

"Say it quickly." I took another puff of cigarette and said.

"I'm with Emily now. She's staying at my house tonight."Zoey said to me in a low voice.

I controlled my heartbeat and pretended to be calm and asked, "Aren't you with Wesley?"

"You are stupid. I must be at home now." After speaking, he added sweetly: "Waiting for my husband to come and marry me tomorrow."

"oh."

"Do you want to say a few words to Emily? She is chatting with my parents in the living room."Zoey's voice became even lower.

I'm speechless

Suddenly another voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zoey, what are you doing?"

Then there was the beep sound of the phone suddenly hanging up, but I didn't hang up the phone for a long time. I could tell that it was Emily's voice.

Finally, the phone hung up automatically. After a while, Zoey sent me a text message: "Did you hear Emily's voice just now? It scared me to death. I called you behind her back. This matter is your responsibility." Agree to communicate so that I can help you set up a line, otherwise it will appear that I am quite unreasonable."

I didn't reply to the message, I just put out the cigarette butt in my hand in silence, but her voice still lingered in my ears, reminding me of us rejoicing in the rainy dusk.

In fact, whether we communicate tonight does not have much practical significance for us. After all, we will meet in real bodies tomorrow, and three years have passed. Do we still care about spending another anxious night?