After going out with Lin Zong to buy cigarettes, Lin Yao was in a good mood and learned a fan dance with his grandmother. Grandma said to him very seriously: "This dance is very good. Didn't you say that you did exercises and Tai Chi during the company's activities last time? It would be fine if you changed it to this dance, but you danced a little too ugly..."

"Grandma, please spare their colleagues in the company," Lin Zong sat while scooping cigarettes to light up, "Does he still have to scoop a fan..."

"Don't smoke in my room!" Grandma pointed at Lin Zong before she could finish her words, "Go out and smoke! Or go to the kitchen to smoke!"

"I know, I know..." Lin Zong jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

"Your brother really hates it, just like your dad!" Grandma kept staring at Lin Zong and entered the kitchen before turning her head to pat Lin Yao, "Come on, let's continue."

"Yeah." Lin Yao held up the fan and followed his grandmother to put his legs in a pse. He wanted Guan Ze to see what he was going on, but that was better than Guan Ze's appearance.

Thinking of this, Lin Yao couldn't help but smile. When his grandmother saw that he felt quite happy, she continued to give advice with great enthusiasm.

After dinner at grandma's house, she chatted with her until after ten o'clock before Lin Yao returned home.

As soon as he arrived, his mother would snatch a set of elegant Tai Chi clothes from his grandmother and ran upstairs, saying that she would try to use it as a pajama. Lin Yao stayed in the living room for a while, and then his father started discussing business with Lin Zong before scooping his phone and returning to his room.

When he pulled out Guan Ze's number, his heart kept beating very hard. When he heard Guan Ze's voice coming out of the receiver, he almost blurted out and shouted at the phone - great good news! Don't miss it when you pass by! All two yuan! All two yuan!

"Go home?" Guan Ze's voice was a little confused, with a low and lazy look. The background sound over there was TV.

"Well, I'm so tired of learning fan dance with my grandma." Lin Yao stood by the window and laughed foolishly at the window for a while.

"Jump for me." Guan Ze suddenly said.

"Ah?" Lin Yao was stunned, "What do you think? Let's go to the company tomorrow to jump to you and show it. I'll give you my best wishes."

"Video," Guan Ze said without thinking, "We haven't had a video yet."

"Okay," Lin Yao kicked the computer case and turned on. He really had never videos with Guan Ze. He mainly met every day and never thought about the video. "Don't laugh at me after watching it."

"Have you not been used to being laughed at?" Guan Ze laughed.

"I'm not tired of laughing when you laugh!" Lin Yao was helpless.

"No."

When the video popped up, Lin Yao saw Guan Ze’s upper body naked in the chair.

"Stand up and let me see," Lin Yao suddenly felt energetic, and pounced on Guan Ze in front of the screen and poked it with his hand, "Are you wearing nothing?"

"It's worn." Guan Ze smiled and didn't move.

"Impossible, you don't have the habit of wearing clothes alone," Lin Yao knocked on the screen, "Stand up and let your husband see."

Guan Ze stood up slowly. Lin Yao saw the sweatpants and shouted in disappointment: "Why are you really wearing pants?"

"Yo," Guan Ze sat back in the chair and leaned on him, "What are you thinking."

"It's nothing," Lin Yao grabbed his hair, took two steps back, and ran to the door to listen. His father and Lin Zong were talking in the living room downstairs. He ran back to the computer, "I won't make any music anymore, I'll twist you a few times."

"Yes." Guan Ze nodded, his fingers supported his forehead, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"If you want to laugh, don't hold it in your mouth, don't give me face." Lin Yao grabbed the magazine from the table as a fan, slapped it twice, and then began to turn according to the steps of grandma teaching.

"Oh." Guan Ze couldn't help but be happy, and reached out to set up the video recording point and started.

Lin Yao sings first-class, but he can't watch dancing, especially the old lady likes dancing. He dances like a card, and there is no connection between one movement and another. Yishui'er breaks down the dance steps, making Guan Ze laugh no matter what.

"Wait, I'll think about the next action..." Lin Yao held the magazine's freeze-frame screen and thought about the next action.

"Don't hurry and jump slowly, it's so good." Guan Ze said with his lips curled up.

He didn't want Lin Yao to jump out of anything. It didn't matter if he jumped well or was stupid. He just wanted to see this person, laugh, talk, and walk around in front of him.

As for what he laughs, says, and does what he does, it doesn't matter. He just needs to feel that this person is alive.

Lin Yao jumped for ten minutes for a short period of time before he finished his tossing. When he sat back in front of the computer, he was sweating on his forehead: "Hey, don't say it, otherwise my grandma is in good health. Just this thing, jumping for two hours every morning is much more tiring than having a morning fuck."

"You should exercise early in the future," Guan Ze leaned into the chair and watched Lin Yao sort out his hair in the video. "It's much more useful to go to the gym if you run in the morning than if you're dying of a month and go to the gym three times a month."

"Or why," Lin Yao suddenly smiled at the screen, "You should exercise early in the future and don't turn downstairs. You drive over to my house, and then we go out together. I can persist if you accompany me, or I will definitely be too lazy to move."

"Let's go in a while." Lin Zong said an ambiguous thing, and Lin Yao's words made him feel sore.

"Well, wait until your cervical spine is cured. This section is too cold and I can't stand it."

Lin Yao talked to Guan Ze in front of the computer for more than half an hour. When he heard the footsteps of Lin Zong waving his slippers, he only told Guan Ze to turn off the video. Even if Lin Zong was willing to help him, he was not willing to let Lin Zong suddenly push the door and see him and Guan Ze video when he came in.

But Lin Zong was invincible today. From the time he had his own separate room to the first time he stood outside his door and knocked on the door.

"Are you knocking on the door?" Lin Yao was quite surprised when he opened the door.

"Well, who knows what you are doing?" Lin Zong did not enter the house, but just leaned on the door frame to lower his voice. "You can calm down for a while. Don't go to my mother impulse before the New Year. I will find time to tell her after the New Year, but if it doesn't make sense, I can only maintain my original attitude."

"Yeah!" Lin Yao nodded. As long as Lin Zong is willing to help him, there is hope.

"Go to sleep," Lin Zong pointed to his eyes and turned to his room, "You have been thawed out of dark circles these days."

"Brother," Lin Yao whispered to him, "You still feel sorry for me."

"Nonsense, I'm just this younger brother." Lin Zong didn't look back and entered the house after saying that.

Although it is more than two months before the New Year, the streets have begun to have a little bit of New Year atmosphere. When I was a child, Lin Yao began to enter all kinds of extremely excited imaginations about the New Year since then.

He went out early today, and kept staring around on the road while driving, trying to find out if there are any more romantic gifts than buns, but at this time, there are basically no other shops to open except for breakfast shops.

Fried sticks, oil cakes, soy milk rolls, cakes, bread, small buns...

Lin Yao finally chose to steam dumplings, and after grinding with the boss for a long time, he bought the dumplings with cages, packed them in a bag and put them in the car, and drove to the company with satisfaction. Along the way, he was thinking about some excuses to find to carry a cage to the marketing department to find Guan Ze.

I didn’t meet Guan Ze on the way to work today. When I entered the parking lot, there was no old place to see Guan Ze’s car. Lin Yao felt a little strange. Is Guan Ze a workaholic who was late?

As soon as he came out of the elevator, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Guan Ze's number. To his surprise, Guan Ze's phone was turned off.

He looked at the marketing department, went into the design department and sat down on his seat, put the steamed dumplings under the table. He had to hide it well, otherwise the refugees in the office would have been hungry for ten days and half a month and could have snatched them away and eaten with the cage.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yao scooped out his phone and dialed the horizontal knife number.

Shut down.

Lin Yao was a little uneasy at first. Guan Ze's phone basically won't turn off. Even if the private number is turned off, his work phone is always on.

Go to the hospital? Can't turn on your phone when you have a checkup?

Lin Yao was stunned in front of the computer in his seat. Even if he wanted to check, Guan Ze could not tell him, but now he didn't even receive the text message. Besides, he had been chatting for so long last night, and Guan Ze never mentioned that there were no arrangements today.

What happened?

After being stunned for ten minutes in his seat, Lin Yao couldn't sit still, so he stood up and went straight to the marketing department.

From the market door, you can see Guan Ze's office at a glance, with the blinds opened, there is no light inside, and no one is on.

"Lin Yao, is there anything wrong?" Fat Yan'er walked over from behind with a glass of water, "Who are you looking for?"

"Where are you Director Guan? Haven't you come?" Lin Yao turned around and asked anxiously.

"I don't know, it's definitely here," said Pang Yan'er, as she walked in, and asked the marketing secretary, "Hey, why didn't Mr. Guan come today?"

"Ask for leave." The secretary replied.

"Please leave?" Lin Yao was stunned. Guan Ze asked for leave? Guan Ze didn't tell him about the leave. He looked at the secretary with some incredulity, "Are you taking sick leave?"

"Off," the secretary smiled, "If you have something to do, come to him? Are you going to contact the customer?"

"No, no, nothing," Lin Yao felt that his mind was a little overwhelmed, "How long have you been asking?"

"I don't know this. Mr. Qiu only knew about it. She notified me that anyway, when will Mr. Guan be done and when will he come back..."

Lin Yao didn't listen to what she said later. He was in a mess. He didn't know what happened. He only knew that Guan Ze asked for a leave without any warning without any warning. All his phones were turned off without any signs.

Lin Yao knew that it would be strange to run into Mr. Qiu’s office for this reason, but he didn’t care about so much. His hands and feet were cold. As soon as he stopped, he could feel his hands trembling desperately. Parkinson was not as happy as he shook.

Fortunately, he can still speak normally.

"Mr. Qiu, I want to ask," Lin Yao stood in front of Mr. Qiu's desk, "Do you know how long has Director Guan taken a leave?"

Mr. Qiu was having breakfast, looked up at him, and smiled and said, "He didn't tell me, but he would come back after handling it. Just find a colleague in the marketing department for work."

"It's not a job... I'm sorry, Mr. Qiu, disturbing you," Lin Yao heard many messy sounds, like tinnitus. He pressed his ears, "Mr. Qiu, can I take two hours off?"

"Please leave?" Mr. Qiu smiled, "Just ask your Mr. Li."

"Oh, yes." Lin Yao also smiled and turned around and left Mr. Qiu's office.

When he returned to the design department, he went straight into President Li's office. He probably looked a little unfavorable. When President Li saw him, he asked, "Are you sick?"

"Ah," Lin Yao touched his face. Does he look sick? "I feel a little uncomfortable. Mr. Li, I want to take two hours off."

"Go, if you don't work, just ask the doctor to give a leave note to rest in the afternoon." Mr. Li waved his hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Li."

When Lin Yao walked towards the elevator, he scooped out his cell phone and called Guan Ze both phones, but it was still turned off. His uneasiness continued to spread. No matter how hard he tried to tell himself that Guan Ze must have something urgent to notify him, the fact is that he could not avoid it. Guan Ze had time to arrange work and asked for leave from the company, but he didn't have time to tell him.

Guan Ze intentionally.

Lin Yao leaned into the elevator, his mind was swelling, and a chill came out of his heart, making his fingers numb.

The location next to Xiao Xiali in the parking lot was empty. Lin Yao shook his hand, opened the car door and got into the car, and drove out of the enclave.

The security guard downstairs of Guan Ze’s house could already recognize him. When he saw him pressing the elevator switch, he said, “Come and look for Mr. Guan?”

"Yeah," Lin Yao turned around and suppressed his anxiety, "Is his family?"
To be continued...