In childhood, Lin Xiao broke the palace cup, bought a quilt and lost the cup.

I'm used to his crazy obsession with cups-

In his office, there is a whole set of cups for drinking all kinds of things. Coffee drinkers, fruit tea drinkers, China tea drinkers, pure water drinkers, cola drinkers, juice drinkers, protein powder drinkers ... I thought he brought almost all the cups to the company, but I was wrong. When I needed to send urgent documents to his apartment, I found another set of identical cups at home.

And all his incredible living habits—

He kept slim enough to put on all Dior clothes, but he asked me to make him a cup of protein powder every day. For protein powder, which can speed up the perfect muscle contour of sculpture, Tang regarded it as the first enemy of the universe.

His aversion to fish has risen to the point where he hates watching Finding Nemo.

After using the key, he will wash his hands ten times repeatedly.

I tried my best to live carefully and complete all the requirements he gave me with the quality of a female spy. For example, three minutes ago, he told me that I needed to reserve a seat in a very popular restaurant in Shanghai. When I just called the restaurant and the restaurant told me that they didn't accept reservations, I had already received his short message: "I'm on my way, tell me the reservation location." -However, this is a piece of cake.

During these two or three weeks of work, I kept a perfect record.

The only time I screwed up was last week.

Last week, my hand was very painful. I want to ask for leave. I called Katie to help me with my work, and she readily agreed. But I'm always afraid of something, so I decided to stick to working on weekends.

As a result, when I accidentally reached out my sore hand to get him a cup to pour water, the cup fell from the cabinet and hit the marble countertop below.

It's broken.

I stood there, my brain buzzing. "He will send Katie to murder me? Should I call the police? "

However, Gong Ming just raised his mask-like face, coldly said, "Buy me one", and then lowered his head to continue reading the information in front of him. After a while, I whispered a string of English, Italian or French that I didn't understand at all. Who knows? But I know this is the brand of this cup.

After I photographed the broken cup, told Katie where it was usually kept, and parrot-imitated the wonderful pronunciation of that brand on the phone, Katie finally helped me find out where to buy this cup.

"The fourth floor of Henglong."

Katie calmly made a phone call on MSN.

My heart is broken like that cup.

When I finally found a store famous for its luxurious daily necessities (such as a set of dishes and bowls at 9400 yuan, a sofa cushion in 68 yuan at1/kloc-0, a set of tableware boxes at 13000 yuan and so on). ) On the fourth floor of Hang Lung, when I finally saw the cup of the court jar that I broke in front of a waiter who looked very noble, I could clearly tell the clerk, "Do you want to buy this?"

On the glass platform of its base, there is a small piece of black oak with a lovely price tag of "2200 yuan".

I only had 800 yuan cash and a credit card with an overdraft limit of 1000 yuan in my pocket, and then I looked at the 2200.

After standing for about ten minutes, I took out my mobile phone and called Jane.

I tried to keep my voice calm, but tears rolled out of my eyes.

I don't mind the frightened expression of the salesgirl, whose eyelashes are like two huge brushes on my tears. As long as I hear Jane's gentle voice on the phone, I feel that nothing in this world is hard to pass.

In the years when I came into contact with Jian, I always remember that he was as warm and soft as the sunset at about six o'clock in the afternoon, and wrapped my smart appearance and weird heart like the hot air from the hair dryer. I get angry once or twice occasionally and soon calm down. I remember one time I spilled my coffee on his grandmother's tombstone (…), and another time I accidentally dropped two-month-old Caesar (his golden retriever) down the stairs.

Now, after a long time, his tone on the phone sounds very angry. He said to me on the phone, "Gong Ming is just your boss, an ordinary young man. Don't worship him like a fairy. " I hold the phone and dare not speak.

After half an hour, he found me. He took out his credit card and paid for me. Then he watched the clerk carefully put the cup in a delicate white paper bag. Throughout the process, he kept a cold face and looked like a palace. If you go downstairs and put a Dior sweater on him now, he can go to the catwalk.

Then we walked slowly down from the fourth floor.

The window that passes along the road is almost the window of Gong Ming's life. I know all those white shirts that look familiar with the logo of Burt's Bees, those strange-looking speakers with long black necks, that set of white dinner plates, that carpet with ten thousand patterns laid at the entrance of the apartment, that bear in a reinforced coat, that blue bag with diagonal stripes ….

I looked back at Jane, who was wearing a white wool hat and an ordinary gray sweater beside me, and thought he was so different from Jane. He's really nice.

I held him and put my face on his chest, and his temperature passed through the sweater. I can hear his steady heartbeat. The warm and delicate texture of the sweater sticks to the face and feels particularly happy. I said softly, "Although you are not as unattainable as Gong Ming, I prefer you like this." Even if you are wearing a 100-dollar sweater now, I think you look like a prince ... "

Before I finished, I felt his body stiff. I looked up and saw his embarrassed face. I'm still thinking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little LV sign on the chest of his sweater.

I pointed at him angrily: "You!"

He jumped back and raised his hands: "I can explain ... my mother bought it for me ..."

"The crows in the world are generally black!" I walked out of Henglong very awkwardly.

Behind him is the footsteps of the sword. Before he came behind me, my phone rang, and Gu's voice clearly came from the phone: "Lin Xiao! I am in Xintiandi. I just bought a Kenzo scarf. Very beautiful ... "

I hung up the phone angrily!

It is raining more and more.

The temperature is dropping rapidly. A few days of rain, mixed with large snowflakes, fell to the ground and soon turned into water.

There was no news from Nanxiang's mobile phone last weekend.

She leaned her head against the glass of the window and saw the rain running down the glass. This is what has been described in many literary novels. She threw her mobile phone on the bed, then turned and left the dormitory.

Gu Yuan only met Gu several times in this month. He said nothing but borrowed $500 from Du Tianhao.

On a rainy night, Gu Yuan sent Guli back to the dormitory. Under the huge banyan tree downstairs, Gu Yuan held Guli tightly in her arms and asked her, "Will we get married in the end?"

Don had many beautiful dreams on her newly bought mattress. From Gu Li's mouth, we know that her recent dream talk includes "pink lace skirt", "I don't want muscles", "To hell with badminton" and "Du Tianhao's nudity".

Life is like a beautiful and sad lens with soft light in a movie, and days are like countless photos superimposed on a desk.

The gloomy scenery in winter is even more bleak under heavy rain. Looking out of the window, the playground was bathed in cold gray rain, and the faint white light leaking from the gap of dark clouds made the playground look empty. Occasionally, a man with an umbrella, shrinking, walked quickly.

The cold wind blew off the transparent marks on the window glass.

It's just that when I snuggle up in the warm bed of Guli Nanxiangtang and fall asleep on their young and soft bodies, their voices are all over my ears, reading books, listening to MP3 players and writing diaries-at such times, I feel that time is infinitely gentle and beautiful. Just like in an old castle. There is a warm flame in the nearby fireplace to dispel the cold. My friends put thick blankets on me, and I want to make hot coffee for them.

It's snowing outside the window.

The whole world gives off some light gently.

It's finally the last week. I can get my first month's salary on Sunday. Although I lost 2200 yuan on the cup, I can still buy an expensive coat with the remaining money.

In two days, it will be Christmas Eve.

Jane Xi told me to take time out and said that he would give me a surprise. I am also secretly looking forward to it. In a recent dream, he bought me a platinum ring. But the line he said to me in the dream was not "marry me", but "give it to you". But this does not affect the pleasant nature of this dream.

I walked to M.E. magazine with the cup I bought from Hang Lung last week.

When I put the cup in front of the palace, he looked up, looked at me with long and narrow eyes, and then asked me in a low voice, "Where is the receipt?"

I waved my hand and said, "It's useless for me to get a receipt. Cannot report. "

Gong Ming narrowed his eyes and stared at me motionless, feeling like a snake watching his prey. In his cold eyes (I almost thought he was only white), I finally understood: "You mean ... I don't need to pay?" But ... just ask me to buy one? "

Gong Ming looked down and stopped answering me.

I really want to jump out of the window by pulling my hair.