"Ren Zhouyuan!

You're finally back, we all miss you so much!

Don't say anything, come out and drink to your heart's content tonight! "

Ren Zhouyuan was stunned for a moment with the phone in his hand. When he came back to his senses, he smiled and said, "Fatty?

You haven't changed at all after all these years, you only know how to drink all day. "

When he heard his old classmate's voice, his tone relaxed a lot. "How's everyone doing recently?"

The person who was called Fatty clicked his tongue twice on the other end of the phone and chattered on endlessly. Ren Zhouyuan held the phone and listened quietly for a long time, a smile hanging on his lips.

Ever since he left this place five years ago, this was the first time he had set foot in this city again. The familiar scenery, the long-lost stuffy air, and the endless chatter of his old friends all made him feel even more at home.

The voice on the phone continued, and he said over and over again, "Don't even think about running away this time. We haven't seen each other for so long. No matter what reason you have, we won't let you go tonight. You have to be mentally prepared!"

Hearing this, Ren Zhouyuan smiled bitterly and looked down. A pair of round eyes stared at him, making him unable to say the word "okay" to the person on the phone.

As if the owner of the eyes had sensed his thoughts, the owner of the eyes shook his hand and whispered, "Dad?"

Ren Zhouyuan: "…" He sighed silently in his heart.

He looked at his son's golden brown hair, fair skin, and high nose. Except for a pair of black eyes that were as bright as obsidian, there was nothing about him that didn't look like a foreign child.

After thinking for a moment, he could almost imagine his old classmate's surprised expression when he saw him with a child. He didn't want that kind of inquisitive gaze to appear on his son.

Ren Zhouyuan squeezed Ren Juan's little hand and smiled at him. He replied to the person on the phone, "I'm sorry, Fatty, I really can't leave today. If there's a chance next time, I'll definitely treat everyone to a meal."

"You bastard!"

Fatty was obviously unhappy. "You always use the same excuse." He paused and suddenly realized something. "Is it because Sister-in-law is too strict?

It's fine. Let's ask sister-in-law to come along. We're all married. Everyone knows that.

Besides, no matter how beautiful your sister-in-law is, she wouldn't hide her like this, right? "

Ren Zhouyuan felt a little helpless. He looked at his son's nervous eyes and felt a little complicated.

If he really had a sister-in-law, he wouldn't mind bringing her out for everyone to see. He was just afraid that if he revealed his son's background, everyone would look at them as if they were aliens.

Ren Zhouyuan apologized to Ren Zhouyuan on the other end of the phone and finally declined Fatty's invitation.

"Dad?"

Ren Juan had been listening to him in silence. Seeing him hang up the phone, his eyes lit up. "Are we going to our new home now?"

"Yes."

He rubbed his son's soft hair. His eyes softened a lot. He grinned at him and said, "Let's move!"

The father and son had just returned to this place from West City early in the morning. They held hands and talked and laughed along the way. Soon, they arrived at their new rented place.

His good friend Fan Wenfeng helped him find the new house. When he opened the door, he saw that the small house was already tidied up.

Although the house was small, Fan Wenfeng tidied it up very neatly. Not far away, there was a small vase on the coffee table with a few flowers in it. The new house's layout made him feel less uneasy about returning to his old place.

Ren Juan was obviously the same as him. Ever since he stepped into the house, his eyes lit up, and his little face couldn't hide his joy. His face was full of anticipation, and he wanted to look around, but he didn't dare to move casually. Ren Juan was a little amused by his conflicted little eyes.

He patted Ren Juan's head and gestured with his chin toward the house. He encouraged him, "Let's go and see our new home."

Ren Juan got the order and ran in. Ren Zhouyuan looked at his back and shook his head with a smile. As soon as he put the things on the fabric sofa, his phone rang.

He looked at the number on the screen and picked it up with a smile.

"Wen Feng. Yes, I just arrived."

Ren Zhouyuan put the phone on his shoulder and talked while unpacking the box. "It's good. Thank you for helping us tidy up the house."

Fan Wenfeng said on the other end of the phone, "You don't have to be so polite with me."

There was a bit of regret in his voice. "I happened to have something to do today. Otherwise, I could have helped you move."

After asking a few questions about moving to the new house, Fan Wenfeng changed the topic. "Have you read the information I sent you before?"

Hearing this, Ren Zhouyuan stopped what he was doing and sat back on the sofa. "I read it."

There was a hint of nervousness in his voice. "It's a technology company. Will it be a bit difficult for me to get in?"

Fan Wenfeng chuckled. "How many times have I told you? You are absolutely qualified. The people they are hiring are also suitable for your major. There will be no problem."

"But I …"

Before he could finish, Fan Wenfeng already knew what he wanted to say. He comforted him. "Your diploma is not enough to prove your ability. Besides, you are still an undergraduate. You are not as bad as you think.

The articles you have published over the years have proven your ability. Unless the person interviewing you is blind, with your standard, there will be no problem. "

He paused and said, "Don't worry too much. This company seems to have been established for a short period of time, but it is developing very quickly. I have a friend who works there, and he has told me about this company. Their boss is a very forward-looking person. The patents he owns are enough to support the whole company. If you can stay, your future will be limitless."

Ren Zhouyuan was very tempted by his words. He had heard a little about this company called "Wei Qi." The company's headquarters was in the United States, and it had just been established in China. Those who could work there were the cream of the crop.

However, he himself only had a bachelor's degree and a master's degree. No matter what Fan Wenfeng said, he did not have much confidence.

Ren Zhouyuan originally wanted to give it a try. It was rare for Fan Wenfeng to be so enthusiastic about helping him. He did not want to waste his good intentions.

Ren Zhouyuan took note of everything the other party said. He smiled and said, "Okay, I will treat you to a meal when I am free. It will be more convenient for you to come back here in the future."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and hung up the phone.

Ren Zhouyuan wrote down what the other party had just said into the notepad on his phone. After he finished, he realized that his son had been silent for a long time. He looked back and saw Ren Juan standing at the door of the room, looking at him.

Ren Zhouyuan was stunned and waved at him. "Anan?

Why are you standing there? "He patted the sofa." Come and sit with Dad. "

Ren Juan obediently ran over and sat next to him. He lowered his head and tugged at his clothes, then looked up again. "Dad, how long are we going to stay here this time?"

Ren Zhouyuan's hand that was stroking his head paused. He then stroked his hair and said, "Anan, you don't like it here?"

Ren Juan shook his head. "No." As if he was afraid that his father would not believe him, he nodded and added, "I like it."

"Well … Dad will think about it." Ren Zhouyuan pretended to be thinking, but of course, he knew what his son was thinking.

They had been drifting around for years. In order to make a living, and to avoid visits or pity from others, they rarely lived in the same place for a long time. Ren Zhouyuan had figured out his son's routine. "Uncle Wen Feng helped Dad find a new job here. If Dad gets this job, we may have to live here for three to five years."

"What about the last house we lived in?"

Ren Juan asked. That was the place they lived for the longest time, nearly two years. There was a trace of reluctance in his voice.

Ren Zhouyuan recalled the days they lived in West City. The father and son stayed at home every day, and the number of times they went out in a month could be counted with ten fingers. His son was so clingy, no wonder his son liked it there.

But this city was the place Ren Zhouyuan was most familiar with. If it were not for the incident five years ago, he would not have left for five years.

Now that he had been drifting around for so long, not to mention his son, even he was tired of that kind of life. Coincidentally, Fan Wenfeng helped him find this job opportunity. With this opportunity, he could change his previous habits. Ren Zhouyuan had the idea of settling down here again.

In order to reassure his son, he pretended to be hesitant. "Our last house has been rented to someone else. Anan doesn't like it here?

But what should we do? Dad has promised Uncle Wen Feng that we will live here for a long, long time. "

Sure enough, as soon as he heard this, Ren Juan immediately pulled his arm and said nervously, "Yes, Anan will like it!" As if afraid that his father would go back on his word, Ren Juan added, "Dad, you have to work hard. Anan will be obedient."

"Okay." Ren Zhouyuan kissed his son's forehead. He was a little distressed and a little helpless. "Dad, work hard. Anan also has to work hard for dad."

However, although Ren Zhouyuan boasted to his son, he could not help but feel scared when he thought of the information about the company called "Wei Qi" that Fan Wenfeng showed him.

On the day of the interview, Ren Zhouyuan got up early in the morning, dressed himself up, and went to the new company in a formal outfit.

Looking at the building in front of him, Ren Zhouyuan could not help but swallow his saliva.

Ren Zhouyuan was a literature student through and through. When he was young, he had no relatives or friends. The only thing he could do was practice calligraphy. Who knew that he would fall in love with Chinese? He studied Chinese in university and studied literature as a graduate student. Now, he was almost 30 years old, and he had been dealing with words all his life.

This time, if this company did not want to enter the China market and needed to hire a position specialized in drafting documents, he probably would not have been offered this job.

Although he had been very nervous about applying for a new job, when the HR department asked about his professional knowledge, Ren Zhouyuan seemed to have forgotten his nervousness in an instant. He spoke frankly about his profession with assurance, without the slightest bit of stuttering that one would expect.

His appearance was outstanding, and since he became a father, his every move exuded a strange kind of maturity. Immersing himself in books for a long time, his every movement had a different kind of scholarly flavor. During the process of talking to him, people ignored his lack of confidence and only paid attention to his calmness.

Ren Zhouyuan went through a few interviews in a row. Because he had done his homework beforehand, the other party's questions were almost all within his expectations. Throughout the whole process, Ren Zhouyuan was quite confident in his performance. Except for the HR person who showed a moment of surprise when she saw that he wrote that he had a son alone, this interview could almost be said to be perfect.

But anyway, after more than two hours of interview, Ren Zhouyuan felt a lot more relaxed.

Walking out of the office building, Ren Zhouyuan breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his phone and saw that Fan Wenfeng had asked him a few questions on WeChat. He thought for a moment and dialed his number. The call was quickly connected, and the other party could not wait to ask him how the interview went.

Ren Zhouyuan repeated the process of the interview to him as he walked out. As soon as he walked down the stone steps, a car stopped in front of him. Ren Zhouyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw a driver get out of the driver's seat and run to open the door for the person in the back seat, pushing him to the side.

Ren Zhouyuan was forced to move aside helplessly, wondering who the big shot was. After he steadied himself, he hurriedly took a step back and continued to speak to the person on the phone, "Well, now go back and wait for the news.

I heard that the boss is a foreigner, but he's not here today. If he succeeds, he may come back again. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Zhouyuan found that there was a circle of people around him. The black suits made the already tall people look even taller.

Ren Zhouyuan only glanced at them and was about to leave when he suddenly heard them talking in Russian in a low voice. His heart inexplicably twitched, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the group of people. However, his line of sight was blocked, and he could not clearly see the face of the person in the middle of the crowd. He could only see a head of golden brown hair.

On the other end of the phone, Fan Wenfeng said "Hello" a few times, which drew Ren Zhouyuan's attention back.

However, the long-lost Russian lingered in his mind, and the familiar hair color gave birth to many inexplicable emotions in his heart.

Ren Zhouyuan stood on the last step. He could no longer hear Fan Wenfeng's voice on the phone, but he did not give up. He turned around again and tiptoed to look inside. In the gaps of the scattered crowd, he finally saw the face of the person — —

A face that he wanted to forget, but every day it reminded him of.