In the conference room, Wen Jin beat the table desperately.

"Awesome, I'm back! Awesome! Father, this is your strength. I am really willing to be a ten thousand-year-old second-hand one-"

"Don't make a noise, don't make a noise." Zhong Yu's face looked extremely ugly, and his elbows supported the table and supported his forehead.

A Qiu Qiu lay on his back, his face happily stuck to his back like a ball of sticky cake, and he ignored anyone who had sex with him.

Qingqing on the left grabbed his other hand and looked at his palm.

Ah Hu on the right shouted that he would go on strike and raise wages and annual leave. He slapped Zhong Yu's shoulder with his big hand, slapped him all the time.

"Uncle Zhong, can I go to bed when you are back? There is only one person missing on the console, but you can do it just by looking at the watch." Jiang Qu.

"The patrol doesn't have to go, uh, I have no reason, I just want to do this." Douglas.

"Okay--" ‌Tao applauded.

"Okay--" Wen Jin and Wu high-five.

"Yeah—" everyone.

"...Don't make a noise." After Zhong Yu finished, he couldn't help it and started vomiting as soon as he pushed the table.

Everyone was suddenly in chaos, as if the end of the world was over.

After ten minutes, the others left and the conference room finally calmed down.

"Does your head still hurt?" Wen Jin pushed him a cup of tea.

Zhong Yu waved his hand and said tiredly: "How long have I slept?"

"One day and one night." Wen Jin said, "Although I really want you to rest for a while, you know the current situation and you can't afford to delay it."

"Well, I remembered it all." Zhong Yu, "We are long and short."

As soon as we discuss things, time passes quickly.

Wen Jin would have a sudden recurrence of emotions at the beginning, or was startled by Qiu Qiu who was like a spirit of back. After a few hours, he typed the most word of the plan, and was so tired that he didn't care about anything.

"I'll make arrangements now," Wen Jin sorted out his hair, "The rest is all the work of the technical department. Captain, go to bed."

Suddenly, he exclaimed and asked Qiu Qiu.

"I fell asleep." Zhong Yu.

Zhong Yu stood up, and the boy on his back seemed to be stuck, his hands crossed his shoulders and shook them on his chest.

He pushed the person upwards, snatched his legs up, and walked out with his back on his back.

Wen Jin suddenly wanted to cry, and his emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly broke down at this moment.

"Captain, we all miss you very much." ‌ took a strong breath and hid his sob, "Luckily you are back."

Zhong Yu did not turn around, freed up a hand and waved it casually.

The lighthouse has been renovated, and the original open-air corridor has been equipped with a series of photo facilities.

Zhong Yu carried Qiu Qiu on his back, as if walking on a light road.

The wind blew day and night, and Qiu Qiu's hair swept softly on the side of his neck, and Zhong Yu sneezes.

"..." Qiu Qiu moved and opened his eyes.

"Little Rice Cake," Zhong Yu patted his calves, looking tired, "Can you get down and leave by yourself?"

Qiu Qiu arched into his neck and expressed his rejection in full body language.

Zhong Yu sighed and took a step to accept his fate.

He thought so well when he lost his memory. He was like a daydream master. What is the little boyfriend cooking, the little boyfriend washing dishes, the little boyfriend wearing an apron waiting for him to come home, and the little boyfriend accompanying him to watch movies... nothing else.

"Does Qiuqiuren Xiaohong have a big movie?" Zhong Yu asked suddenly.

Qiu Qiu shook his head and said in a loss: "No. The entire series has been discontinued."

"Well..." Zhong Yu replied.

"There's nothing else to watch," Qiu Qiu said, "The Huang San brothers directed a suspense drama specially provided by Weiyan District, which is quite interesting. I can tell you who the murderer is."

"Then I won't watch you anymore." Zhong Yu.

"Hehe." Qiu Qiu smiled, "Then let's go to the Cosmic Science Museum, which was built last month. It was jointly planned by dozens of middle schools and made with waste materials. It is very good, I haven't gone to play with it yet."

Zhong Yu, this is OK.

"Where is Wang Ting? Is there nothing fun?" Qiu Qiu asked, "When you smashed your head, you don't remember us, and you won't miss home."

Zhong Yu was speechless for a moment, his heart was fun, but it was fun, and he had endless fun fighting with others, right?

"Yes, yes." He replied perfunctorily, "...Why do I feel like you're a little heavier?"

"?" Qiu Qiu tilted his head to look at him.

Zhong Yu had just stepped out of the corridor and stood in front of the elevator.

His fingers hesitated on a row of buttons for a while and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Qiu Qiu.

Zhong Yu turned his head and looked at Qiu Qiu.

I looked at my familiar face and beautiful eyes, and I had my own figure.

At this moment, Zhong Yu suddenly turned white and lost and regained it turned out that this was the feeling. The fear and gratitude combined with a special sense of fear, which made people tremble and numb.

"Home is still here." Zhong Yu confirmed in a hoarse voice.

"On," Qiu Qiu raised his hands, "You like this place, and I like it too, so I protect everyone."

His eyes seemed to have stars, and he narrowed his smile.

“Am I doing it well?”

Zhong Yu pulled the person on his back, turned over and hugged him in his arms.

His breathing was rapid, his chest was undulating violently, and his arms were tightened very hard, so hard that Qiu Qiu thought he was going to crush himself.

"Thank you, I'm sorry." Zhong Yu said in his ear.

“…”

Qiu Qiu hugged him back.

Zhong Yu felt his hands trembling very hard, and his eyes could not be done. So Qiu Qiu came over first. He found the position and kissed him very hard. Zhixiu bit him very unsatisfiedly, and he sobbed as expected.

Zhong Yu believed that he had never felt sorry for anyone in his life, only Qiu Qiu, only Qiu Qiu. He treated Qiu Qiu as a "person". Qiu Qiu was so smart, so naturally learned how to be a human being.

‌When he left, he wrote such a letter. He selfishly asked Qiu Qiu to take on the responsibility he should not bear. He gave Qiu Qiu a companionship, brutally deprived him of it, and bound him here.

Fortunately, luckily.

Zhong Yu never thanked Wang Ting so much for a moment, thanked Ye Wenyu, that lunatic, for giving him the chance to do it again.

"...What letter?" Qiu Qiu licked his broken lips and asked blankly.

Did I just leave? Zhong Yu thought, and turned his head.

"Ah, that," Qiu Qiu remembered: "I didn't see it."

"What?" Zhong Yu was shocked.

"...I just felt that I didn't want to read it, so I put it away. What did you write? I'll read it now..."

Zhong Yu grabbed his wrists and lifted the person up fiercely.

Then he met Qiu Qiu with a smiling face.

"I'm just having fun, if I don't watch it, I won't watch it," Qiu Qiu tiptoed, "just pretend it doesn't exist, right?"

"...you," Zhong Yu gritted his teeth, and endured it and didn't say a word. It felt very vulgar and greasy.

I learned bad things, a little thing.

***

Zhong Yu was woken up by the terminal prompt sound.

He grabbed his bracelet with a split headache and looked at the time. It had only been eight hours, and he had accumulated more than 200 pieces of news. It was probably because he kept shaking. He had no sense of rest at all. He just wanted to fall back into the quilt.

‌That's right, Zhong Yu still sat up with amazing perseverance and kicked Qiu Qiu, who was sleeping in a pool, to the other half of the bed.

"Get up! Have a meeting!"

Zhong Yu went to the bathroom to wash up quickly. The familiar decorations around him made him feel much better. When he returned to the room, he was half angry.

He looked at Qiu Qiu helplessly: "Why do you continue to sleep?"

"...No." Qiu Qiu rubbed his eyes, before his feet were touching the ground, his hands first stuck to Zhong Yu, "Let's go, just go like this."

The whole Weiyan was like a pot of boiling hot water, almost everyone was acting according to the plan, or was rushing to work.

Zhong Yu dragged Qiu Qiu to the lighthouse command center and the continuous addition of problems to be solved in the projection have already reached 312.

"Boss!" Ah Hu was about to cry at first sight, "There are so many problems with this plan, what should I do!"
To be continued...