Post-80s Siege

"Be obedient, light makeup, no earrings, simple clothes, and not too bright colors."

"Okay then, get ready to wait for your call."

After closing the line, Hanwen's worries never dissipated. He leaned against the wall, feeling an indescribable sadness in his heart. Maybe because of his quietness, he made this girl whom he had been chasing for two years become his younger brother and sister. Coco always regards himself as a buddy, and he doesn't have the courage to express himself. Hanwen is very worried about the life of his younger siblings in the future. Can she adapt to life here? With question marks drawn in his heart, Han Wen walked to the desk and picked up the black coffee that the secretary had prepared for him. The black coffee was the one he drank when he first met Coco, and it was Coco's favorite coffee. A girl who can drink such bitter coffee so happily made Hanwen become attached to black coffee in his future life. He will never forget that day, she was so beautiful, Hanwen thought he finally got a date with her, but there were seven or eight people, men and women, who appeared in the coffee shop at the same time as her. Coco also asked him if he would mind...

mind? Hanwen himself also wondered why he had never thought of the word "mind" after working as a driver and nanny for two years, just because he wanted to see that bright smile.

The sadness in my heart continued to spread and spread. Hanwen's emotions were never shown on his face, but at this moment, in a private office, he suddenly had the urge to cry. The last time I had this impulse was when I learned that Coco and his cousin were in love and got married during the period when I was back to China for business. This impulse was quickly drowned by a large amount of foreign wine.

The rain outside the window fell silently, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a gray sky. Hanwen curled himself up in the big boss chair, looking at the rain outside the window; the rain outside the window also looked at him, but couldn't understand the expression on his face.

Yawen was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, feeling chills all over his body, maybe it was because the air conditioner in the car was turned on too much on the day he picked up Coco, and now he had a little fever.

Yawen dialed a phone number. After the call was connected, the other party hung up. Then, a message was displayed on the phone screen: "I'm in a meeting, I'll call you later."

"No conscience." Yawen's weak voice was less sweet than usual.

Yawen flipped through the names in the phone book and sent messages one by one, all of which were: "I have a fever."

And almost always: "Take good care of yourself, and ask you out another day."

Yawen was a little desperate, staring blankly at his own photo on the wall. In the photo, I have long hair flying, wearing the jewelry I endorsed on my neck, and the little black dress outlines a beautiful buttocks. The self in the photo is so ostentatiously beautiful, and Fenfen's cheeks are not timid. In contrast, the self at this time really looks like a princess in trouble.

"I'll be fine." Yawen said to himself, while touching his hot forehead, he dialed 114.

"How can I help you?" On the other end of the phone was the sweet voice of the wiring lady.

"Let me check if there is a phone number that can deliver medicine?"

"Sorry, no registration."

"Is there no drug delivery service in pharmacies? I can add more money." Yawen asked while coughing.

"I'm sorry, miss, there really isn't any pharmacy with this kind of registration. If you are seriously ill, go to the nearest hospital or dial 120 directly."

"Forget it." Yawen put down the phone, feeling even more uncomfortable, and dialed a number.

"Si'er." Yawen said with a slight cry.

"Wenwen, how are you?"

"No, I have a fever, what are you doing?"

"I'm at work, don't worry, I'll go to your house later, you sleep first."

"Si'er, I'm about to die of illness, come and save me!" Yawen suddenly started crying.

"Good girl, Wenwen, I'll rush over now."

"Yeah." Yawen put down the phone, wiped away tears, opened the quilt and fell asleep in a daze.

"Wenwen, you don't always take good care of yourself, you're just too playful." Si'er didn't stop once she came in, she poured the porridge into a bowl, tore off the fever-reducing medicine bag, and boiled water.