In the morning, Mo Xi woke up with Pei Hao's arm on his back. The moment he opened his eyes, his mind was a little chaotic. After a few seconds, countless frames from last night's fragrant pictures flashed like a camera. At this time, Pei Hao also opened his eyes dimly, and when he saw the person in his arms, he smiled, his brows smiling like a crescent moon.
Moxie was about to sit up straight, but who knew that the man beside him wrapped his arms and brought him into his arms. He rested his head on Pei Hao's arm, only an inch away from the scar he left in the hospital last time. The scar has scabbed over, leaving a red and long mark.
I was so tired last night that Moxie didn't even pay attention. Now he put his hands on it, touched it, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, but it's itchy." Pei Hao pecked his forehead and rubbed it. His hair: "it's you... Are you okay?"
It's okay if you don't ask. When you ask Moxie, he feels that the meridians of the whole body are involved in the bone marrow, and it's about to fall apart, and the ** is still a bit astringent. Not the kind of severe pain, but the sourness that slipped out, as if from time to time it would jump out to remind him of what happened last night.
"It's weird..." Moxie's voice was hoarse than usual, thinking it was because he cried too long yesterday.
cry?
Moxie suddenly remembered himself crying in front of the mirror yesterday, and was so ashamed that he wanted to get under the bed.
"Then let me rub it for you?" Pei Hao stretched out his hand to grab Mo Xi's waist, but was opened.
"Don't touch!" Moxie was in a hurry. Two young and vigorous teenagers were lying naked together, and then they touched, and it would be strange if nothing happened.
Pei Hao stretched out his hand embarrassingly: "Oh."
Mo Xi sat up on the bed against the pain in his waist, touched his phone and glanced at it, it was ten o'clock.
I missed the morning forum...
In this school forum, many domestic and foreign companies came to give presentations. Many companies came to enhance their brand influence. By the way, they recruited some people. Moxi wanted to casually look around to see if he could find a suitable position. .
This afternoon, mainly Asian companies, mostly Chinese companies, came to the stage to ask questions as a representative of the college.
Check the time, barely able to eat breakfast and lunch at home.
Moxie hurriedly crawled out of the bed, changed clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash.
In fact, it's a very cloudy day today, and it's gray and there is no sunshine, but Pei Hao seems to be bathing in the spring when cherry blossoms are in full bloom. After dinner, he pestered Mo Xi to go to that forum. Mo Xi felt that when Pei Hao was alone with him, he became more and more like a child, coquettish and pouting.
When it was time to go out, Pei Hao's soaked clothes were dried yesterday, and Mo Xi changed into a dark blue suit, which was as tall and graceful as it was tall and graceful. Pei Hao helped him with a little bit of hair wax, revealing a full and smooth forehead. His hair was set, and it didn't look so fluffy.
One word: handsome!
The more Pei Hao looked at it, the more he liked it, and kissed him again.
In less than 24 hours, Mo Xi was already numb from being kissed. He pushed Pei Hao away, straightened his cuffs, and said blankly, "Are you still going?"
"Go!" Pei Hao Answered him with a smile.
The forum was held in a building of the school, and many students from other schools also followed the sound. When I arrived at the Asian field, I saw a few European and American students, all of whom were Asian.
It is also expected, after all, these companies are all in Asia, and Europeans and Americans will not find jobs there.
The venue was not as lively as yesterday, but it was only to the point where it was not crowded, and there were still a lot of people.
As soon as Mo Xi arrived at the venue, he answered a phone call from a classmate in the same hospital, saying that he had a high fever today, and asked Mo Xi to help him with it, and went to the stage to ask a few questions. Moxie glanced at the time. The classmate's game was an hour after his game. He had time to prepare, so he agreed.
When he finished his side and went to check the information of his classmates, he was stunned.
The theme is "The Road to Entrepreneurship", with the famous name of Pei Hao's father's company written on it. Mo Xi shook his hand and tilted his head to look at Pei Hao, with some concerns: "Will your father come?"
"Huh?"Pei Hao scratched his head and leaned over to take a look, "I don't know, it depends on whether he has time."
Mo Xi sighed in his heart while looking at the subject of the document, praying that he would never run into Pei Yixin. Although people don't necessarily know him, but he and his son only last night... I feel very guilty!
This was in a large conference room with a big screen in front and five chairs on the stage. There were more and more people sitting under the stage. Later, when the seats were full, some people stood in the aisle.
"Today we have the honor to invite the CEOs of several outstanding domestic companies to talk to us about the hardships they have encountered in their entrepreneurial journeys." We have Wu Si from Liang Hong Construction Company...and Pei Yixin from Diligent Technology."
There was a roar of applause from the field, only Mo Xi suddenly dropped a drop of sweat on his forehead when he heard the words Pei Yixin, my heart beat so fast that I couldn't stop. I was really afraid of what would happen. In an hour, he was going to go up and meet his ex-boyfriend's father face to face. The most ridiculous thing was that his ex-boyfriend was still sitting next to him. Moxie clenched his fists firmly, and his palms were so nervous that they sweated.
Suddenly, a warm and powerful palm next to him covered his clenched fist, and Pei Hao lowered his head to his ear and said solemnly, "Don't worry, my dad doesn't know you."
In fact, he lied, Pei Yixin not only knew Mo Xi, and asked someone to check him. But this is the most useful consolation at the moment. Although Pei Hao is not sure what his father is thinking, he feels that Pei Yixin will not embarrass a young man regardless of the occasion. Mo Xi was relieved to hear this, released his fist, and put his hand back on his lap, feeling much more at ease.
The four entrepreneurs on the stage talked freely about their entrepreneurial deeds, but Moxie under the stage was a little bit numb. He just hoped that this event would end early, so that he could go home and have a good night's sleep.
Of course, the premise is that the person next to him makes him sleep well.
Because the translation level that the organizer was looking for was not good enough, the audience below laughed a lot as soon as he opened his mouth. In addition, the audience was all Chinese, so halfway through the process, the organizer directly removed the translation and replaced it with a Chinese host.
"We still have a session where our student representatives come to talk with several entrepreneurs about the expectations and questions of international students about Chinese companies," the new host smiled.
As soon as the host finished speaking, there was another round of applause on the field. Pei Hao patted him on the shoulder, Mo Xi took a deep breath, got up from the chair, and walked to the stage.
Mo Xi walked to the middle, bowed to the audience and the people on the stage, and picked up the microphone: "Hello everyone, I'm a second-year graduate student of the School of Computer Science, Mo Xi."
Chasing light hit Mo Xi, and Pei Yixin stared at him Looking up and down, I felt a little familiar. When I heard the words Mo Xi, I was sure that this was Pei Hao's little lover, and I couldn't help frowning.
Mo Xi received the meaningful attention from Pei Yixin, and was a little flustered, but remembered that Pei Hao said he didn't know you, and forced himself to calm down.
"Moxi, some of our outstanding CEOs just briefly introduced the company's recruitment process. Do you have any questions for the international student community?" the host asked.
Moxie took the microphone and said a question prepared in advance: "What we may be more concerned about is, what are the soft power requirements for an excellent company like you to participate in recruiting students?"
"It must match the company culture... "
"We must work hard to innovate..."
The first two bosses answered quite well, but when it came to the third Mr. Liang, the style of painting changed suddenly.
"I hope everyone can be down-to-earth," this question may have hit Mr. Liang's heart, he held the microphone with a serious expression, "Many young people, especially returnees, are so ambitious, they are not strong enough, and they are always looking forward to it. High salary and high treatment…”
Well, it's a bit harsh to say, but there's nothing wrong with it, there are many such students.
The next situation is not quite right. Mr. Liang seems to have a great opinion on the group of international students. He took the microphone and criticized for five minutes. At one time, he said that the international students came out with poor grades in China. It was out to make money and mess around.
Having said that, where should I put those international students who work or study abroad with scholarships, and those who have gone through various exams to apply to their favorite schools? There were boos from the audience, and several other guests looked embarrassed. The host had to come to the rescue: "Mr. Liang mentioned some negative examples just now, but I believe that most of the international students are working hard..."
"Mr. Mo !" Mr. Liang interrupted the host's words and turned to look at Moxi who was standing beside him at a loss.
"Let me ask, what is your expected annual salary after graduation?" Suddenly being CUE, Moxi was startled. , and slowly replied to him: "more than 100,000 yuan?"
Mo Xi didn't just talk nonsense, this was his previous salary at his old employer. "Look! I'll tell you, you are so ambitious,"
Mr. Liang felt that he had grabbed the braids of the people on the stage and began to criticize in large numbers, "Your school is not an Ivy League, and the requirements are so high..."
Mr. Liang continued like this After talking for another minute, all the flowers in the greenhouse came out. Moxie was a little confused. He didn't answer him, and he didn't answer.
Pei Hao under the stage gritted his teeth and his face was ashen. The other three companies on the stage are all well-known domestic companies. Only this company, Mr. Liang, he has never heard of. It seems that the organizers have invited them to make up the number, but why should they invite such a fool who has neither EQ nor IQ? Going to the home of international students to scold international students? Deliberately looking for a hot spot to want a black and red one?
Mo Xi was not too angry, but felt embarrassed. Just when he lowered his head and considered whether to reply, Pei Yixin, who had been watching the play for a while, opened his mouth.
"Mr. Liang, you still don't think about it." Pei Yixin picked up the microphone and cleared her throat, "Although Xiaomo's school is not an Ivy League, it has a strong overall strength. If you don't believe me, go check whether this school is internationally recognized. The rankings are very high."
Someone in the audience whistled and shouted: "Yes!"
The moment Pei Yixin picked up the microphone, Pei Hao pursed his lips in the audience, somewhat nervous, waiting for Pei Yixin After speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Song Wanqin:
Mom, did you say something nice about Xiaoxi to my dad?
"And Xiaomo is a computer major, right?" Mr. Wu next to him couldn't sit still, and took the microphone in Pei Yixin's hand, "Mr. Liang, if Xiaomo joins the top Internet companies in the United States, the starting salary is more than ten It starts at 10,000 dollars."
The two biggest players in the field started to scold him, Mr. Liang picked up the microphone a little embarrassedly, and changed his words with a smile: "I just meant some international students, not Xiao Mo~ "
"Yu~" There was a boo from the audience.
The host came out and said some rounds. Since Mr. Liang just took up too much time, Mo Xi just asked a few questions and came down.
Mo Xi returned to the seat in the second row with relief and sat down. Pei Hao clenched his hand, leaned into his ear and said, "Well done."
Pei Yixin didn't look at the auditorium at first, but then kept chasing Mo Xi arrived at the seat, recognized Pei Hao, and had a panoramic view of what he was doing. At that time, he let out a small cough on the stage. It sounded nothing to the ears of other audience members, but when he raised his head, he touched him. Mo Xi, who looked directly at Pei Yixin, didn't think so.
It was over, it was seen by Pei Yixin!
Moxie felt a thin layer of sweat suddenly burst out behind him, panicking like ants on a hot pan. He hurriedly wanted to pull out his hand, but Pei Hao held it even harder.
Pei Hao grabbed his hand and put it on his lap, and looked at Pei Yixin without fear. After a while, Pei Yixin turned his head and didn't look here again.
Mo Xi, who was on the side, was stunned. After a long while, he said timidly: "Your dad... found it?"
"Well," Pei Hao disagreed, paused, and asked him, "I didn't say I was out last time. Is the cabinet out of the way?"
"What?" Moxie's pupils dilated, he couldn't believe it.
When he wiped Pei Hao last time, Pei Hao did say it, but his attitude was not very serious, so he didn't take it seriously.
"I thought you were joking..." Moxie lowered his head.
"It's true," Pei Hao rubbed Mo Xi's head and explained, "that's why I came out of my father's company."
Mo Xi suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Pei Hao would say something like returning the car to his father.
So magical, so magical, Pei Hao actually came out of the closet and held his hand in front of his dad.
These were things that he could not see before, but today, he felt a little abrupt.
After the show, Pei Hao took Mo Xi to break through the crowd and out of the building. He turned on his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Pei Yixin:
Thank you, Dad.
Thank him for not embarrassing Mo Xi, thank him for speaking for Mo Xi on stage.
This is the first time he has communicated with Pei Yixin in the past six months. As far as his father's temperament is, Pei Hao doesn't dare to expect him to return any kind words, but just express his thoughts.
The two walked to the side of the road. Pei Hao wanted to take a taxi back, and Mo Xi took him to the bus.
Pei Hao didn't insist either. The two waited for ten minutes at the bus stop before getting on the rickety bus.
There were very few people in the car. They were sitting in the penultimate row. Pei Hao made a small slit in the window, and a cool breeze came in, making people especially sober.
This bus will pass through most of the city, and Moxi is introducing him to the scenery outside the window and the story of the city all the way.
Outside the window, people are surging, or numb, or calm. It is obviously a gloomy and cold autumn and winter, but the people around them are like the warm wind in March, which brings a layer of warmth to everything.
Pei Hao leaned against the window, sometimes staring at Mo Xi, sometimes looking at the scenery outside, and suddenly hoped that this little broken car could continue to drive.