Chapter 843 (1/2)

I didn't know how to drink tea. I found a quiet teahouse, picked a pot of relatively cheap Tieguanyin from the price list, sipped and drank slowly. I felt that my mouth was no longer greasy, and my stomach was full and swollen gradually. I took out the paper and pen from my bag, scrawled and pulled like a graffiti, and began to sit and listen to the fate like waiting.

So graffiti, because the handwriting is scrawled and this pile of words and that pile of words look very messy, but in fact, what I have written is in disorder and order. I divide all the things I have encountered recently into public and private, and list them on two pieces of paper respectively, and sort out the front and back order according to the size and weight, materialize the things in my mind, which is convenient for me to sort out After more targeted thinking, deliberation, to determine and formulate what I should do next, how to do it, so it seems very messy, because many of these things are inextricably linked, linked with straight lines or curves, and marked, even I feel cumbersome and confused.

I drew a whole two pieces of paper, summarized, inferred, speculated, calculated, but the final result made me very painful - whether public or private, I can only wait now.

The future needs planning, but planning is not equal to the future. It's probably the same reason. Between the Mohist School and Zhangjia, they dug a big trap for each other, either the one where the ink fell into Zhang's trap or the one where Zhang fell into the ink. Like hunters and wolves living in the same mountain, they all know that each other is their biggest threat. This special food chain pass It is doomed that they have no future to coexist with each other. Therefore, before the victory is announced, they can only hide in the dark and wait like a hunter, waiting for the prey to fall into their trap - because they all feel that the other is the wolf that threatens them.

Real hunters don't rush out and fight with the prey that hasn't fallen into the trap, because the risk is too great, what else can they dig a trap for? Therefore, neither Lao Mo nor Lao Zhang will take the initiative to make actions. They will only carefully prepare their own traps and wait for the other party to make mistakes first and fall in. What they are most afraid of is to disturb the other party and let the other party realize their intention.

Patience is the key to win or lose. The first one who can't stand it will be the one who fell into the trap. So, I can only wait. Fortunately, Lao Zhang is ready to move and make some small moves after probing Lao Mo several times.

As for miss three, I'm not equal. I want to take the initiative to see where she is holy. But ya is like the sun hiding behind the cloud, blocked by the cloud. Even if I know that she is there, I can't see or touch her, unless the cloud is scattered, or she comes out

what I, or even Mo, can't do, so I have to wait, There is no other way.

Wait, wait, wait, and so on. Even if I want to confess to the tassel, Murphy, dongxiaoye, Ziyuan, I have to wait. Only when the third master doesn't have to wait, the third lady doesn't have to wait, and Zhang Mingjie doesn't have to wait, can I really do what I want to do. As for now, I'm not me. I'm just a chess piece A piece responsible for the whole game.

Wait, it's the only thing I can do now, and what I should do, including now, I tore off two pieces of paper, I was drinking tea in depression, waiting for the phone on the table to ring, waiting for nothing

I even made a bet with myself in boredom, was it the winter night that had the result first, or Yao Waner that had the situation first?

It's meaningless to win or lose. Anyway, it's me who wins, and it's me who loses. So when Yao Waner's name is displayed on the mobile phone, I don't have any joy in winning, and I don't have any depression in losing. Some of them are just a mouthful of evil gas about to vent - Sima Hai is coming to the company again!

I don't know if there's a sense of impatience about the violent tumbling in the chest. Anyway, Sima Hai is going to be in a bad mood. If the news comes first and everything is as I expected, my friend is in a good mood, so don't worry about it. Maybe I'll be kind to you Group, investment department, comprehensive group office area.

Sima Haili, who has no teeth in his mouth, sat on the chair that belonged to me. He looked up at me with scornful eyes as if he were a debtor on the door. He stood three steps away. He looked unlucky on the face. The fringe stood on my right. The purple garden stood on my left. The two girls moved forward half a step deliberately. They felt like they wanted to block me Behind me, to prevent Sima Hai from suddenly coming to fight with me.