Back to the upper level, Mr. pitaya

Miss Mojito admits that she has liked Mr. pitaya for some time, but she is afraid to express her love to him because she knows almost nothing about him.

She only knows that he is the head of a cultural company, but she doesn't know what this cultural company does; She only knows that he is very young, about 2067 years old, with a house, a car and savings, not a rich second generation. So, where did his wealth come from? From a little-known cultural company? Obviously unrealistic.

In short, in the eyes of Miss Mojito, Mr. Pitaya is mysterious and charming.

02

Their meeting was also unusual.

Miss Mojito works as a counselor in a key university. On Teacher's Day, when she was sorting out the student roster in the office, someone knocked at the office door. That man is Mr. pitaya.

Mr. pitaya's purpose is clear. He brought a shopping card worth 10 thousand yuan to the international plaza shopping mall, saying it was a gift for Teacher's Day. I hope miss mojito can accept it.

"Which student's parents are you?" Miss Mojito asked doubtfully.

Mr. pitaya reported a girl's name and said that this girl is his "cousin". I hope miss mojito can take care of her more.

Miss Mojito recalled that the "cousin" in Mr. Dragon Fruit's mouth was a beautiful girl in the class who never lived in the dormitory. Students privately criticized her for being kept by wealthy businessmen and having an abortion for them.

"Is that really your cousin?" Miss mojito gave Mr. pitaya a suspicious look.

"yes." Mr. pitaya nodded.

"She often doesn't live in the dormitory, and she is always absent from school. At this rate, it is doubtful whether she is qualified to take the exam. After all, there are too many classes, and according to the school regulations, you will be deprived of your examination qualification. "

"Well, so I begged the counselor to take care of her. I'm not familiar with the teachers, and I don't have time to contact them one by one. I can only rely on the counselor to help me. If you need to do anything, please tell me and I will cooperate. " Mr. pitaya's voice is calm and calm, and there is an unquestionable power.

"There is no need to do anything. As teachers, we naturally hope that students can be good. " Miss Mojito put the 10,000 yuan gift card back into the other person's hand. "In fact, as her cousin, you should cooperate with our teacher to discipline her!"

Seeing that she didn't receive the card, Mr. Dragon Fruit frowned slightly: "OK … So, are you free tonight?" ? I would like to invite you to dinner. "

"No need." Miss Mojito smiled politely.

Without saying a word, Mr. pitaya retired with a gentleman's smile.

03

After Mr. pitaya left the office, Miss Mojito continued to bury herself in her work. When I looked up, the sky had changed. It rained and the whole city was soaked, but she didn't bring an umbrella.

"Do you need an umbrella?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Miss Mojito followed the sound and found Mr. Dragon Fruit with a big umbrella in his hand.

"Why are you still here?"

"It's raining heavily outside. Let me give you a ride. " Mr. pitaya answered irrelevant questions.

The office is quiet, just like the silence after the noise is suddenly interrupted. It seems that the conversation that just happened was also held in silence.

Mr. pitaya was patient, but he just stared at Miss Mojito quietly, his eyes were neither salty nor light.

"all right." Under his calm gaze, Miss Mojito gave in.

04

Mr. pitaya's car is a yellow Chevrolet Camaro.

This is the first time for Miss Mojito to ride a sports car, and she feels a little stiff.

"Do you know why I bought this car?" A subtle smile flashed across Mr. pitaya's face. "Because I like bumblebees."

"bumblebee? From Transformers? " Miss Mojito asked, "Is this the car after the bumblebee was deformed in the movie?"

"That's right." Mr. pitaya slammed on the gas pedal, and the strong feeling of pushing his back startled Miss Mojito.

Under the skillful control of Mr. pitaya, the bumblebee flew forward, and the watercolor-like city face vaguely depicted by the street lamp in front of me came to my face, which made Miss Mojito feel that time and space were misplaced and everything was spinning.

"I'm not really anyone's cousin." Mr. pitaya has a different charm when driving a car, as if everything is under his control.

Miss Mojito made a "I knew it" expression.

"I don't know that girl either." The light outside the window hit him through the window, making every hair of him burn and shine. "She is the ex-girlfriend of one of my buddies. I did this because of my buddy's entrustment. After all, that girl has paid a lot for him. "

Then Mr. pitaya began to tell his buddy's story.

His buddy's name is Mr. Mystery Fruit, and he is single and rich. In his thirties, he has achieved complete wealth freedom, spending at least 200,000 yuan a month.

"Such a rich man is not married at this age?" Miss Mojito was surprised.

Mr. pitaya was speechless for a moment. "Married, then divorced."

"Oh." Miss Mojito has never paid attention to the scenery outside the window. Now she suddenly found that the bumblebee had arrived near Wanda Mansion.

"There is a good pizza place here. Let's try it together. " Mr. pitaya suddenly came with a beautiful tail flick and stopped at the roadside.

05

When the proprietress of the pizza shop saw Mr. pitaya, she smiled and said, "It's rare to see you bring friends."

"yes." Mr. pitaya put the umbrella covered with raindrops in the bucket by the door. "Please recommend a cocktail to her."

The proprietress's eyes are as soft and firm as a cliff in the distance. She looked at Miss Mojito up and down, and her light flashed: "I think Mojito is more suitable for her!" " "

"What is Mojito?" Asked miss mojito.

"Mojito is one of the most famous rum bartenders. It originated in Cuba." Mr. Pitaya said with a smile, "Trust me, you will like it."

"Then two cups." Mr. pitaya said to the proprietress and ordered a plate of Margaret pizza by the way. Then they went upstairs and chose a window seat.

Outside the window, the road surface that had just rained was wet and yellow.

After the waiter brought two cups of mojitos, Miss mojitos tasted them and were immediately captured by the fragrance of mint.

"It's really delicious!" Miss Mojito's eyes lit up in an instant.

Mr. pitaya said with a smile in his eyes, "Come on, cheers!" "

Drinking mojito and eating pizza, Mr. pitaya started a cultural company in Kan Kan dialect, but when Miss mojito asked him what he did, he was vague. However, this does not affect Miss Mojito's evaluation of him. I seldom meet a man like Mr. pitaya at school, which is quite humorous.

"Call me rhubarb in the future." After dinner, Mr. pitaya said.

"Because you drive a bumblebee?" Miss Mojito said shrewdly.

Pitaya noncommittally, just looked at her with a smile in her eyes.

I don't know if it is because of alcohol or fate that has left a footnote for them. They have only known each other for a day, but they feel very familiar, like friends who have been separated for many years, and they are not strangers at all.

06

Later, they dated several times, all going to bars.

They usually order two mojitos and sit by the window and talk for hours.

The number of dates is increasing day by day, and Miss Mojito's affection for Mr. pitaya is also increasing layer by layer. After each date, when Mr. pitaya sent her to the door to leave, she felt reluctant to part.

However, the woman's reserve prevented her from expressing further.

The only thing she can do is to secretly take care of Mr. Mystery Fruit's ex-girlfriend, because this is the only pleading since Mr. Dragon Fruit met her.

07

Unconsciously, the holiday is coming and the school is over. Miss Mojito has a lot of leisure time. Unfortunately, at this time, Mr. pitaya just disappeared out of thin air.

So for a long time, Miss Mojito was in a trance, as if she had been robbed of her soul. Until one day, her doorbell rang.

At that time, she didn't know that the door she opened was not just a door, but meant to open "another world."

At the moment of opening the door, Miss Mojito was pleasantly surprised, just like the dew in the morning was illuminated by the purest sunshine, revealing the most beautiful posture.

Mr. pitaya is standing outside the door.

His face is gaunt and tired, like a crumpled yellow paper, full of the smell of earth.

"Can I stay at your house for one night?" He tried to keep smiling.

At this time, Miss Mojito discovered that Mr. Pitaya was injured, and his eyes were wrapped in gauze. According to the degree of bleeding, it can be roughly judged that the wound was quite serious before treatment.

"What's the matter with you?" Miss Mojito helped him in and found his skin as cold as if he had just come out of the refrigerator.

"Nothing, something happened." Mr. pitaya waved. "You don't have to worry about anything, just let me stay at your house for one night."

"Yes, but you must tell me what happened ..." When Miss Mojito saw Mr. Pitaya become like this, she felt as if she had swallowed ice.

"Very good." Mr. pitaya's voice is as dark as the sky, hard and silent.

08

Mr. Dragon Fruit is not Mr. Mystery Fruit's buddy at all, but his chief secret. Similarly, Mr. Mystery Fruit is not an ordinary rich man in the city. He lurks in a complex and secret interest network, which radiates widely and is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Unfortunately, this net is too fragile to withstand the scorching of the law.

Those dazzling mysterious mergers and acquisitions are like children's games to him; Those new shares that ordinary people can't touch are like things that are taken out of their pockets; Those laws and regulations that are sacred and inviolable in the eyes of all people have become playable clay balls in his place.

But although he is good at dancing, he must hide, like a vampire in the dark, unable to see the light. So that in many fields, he needs Mr. pitaya to take his place in public.

Mr. Dragon Fruit's voice is as cold as water: "My previous cultural company was actually given to me by him and belonged to the group."

Hearing this, Miss Mojito's cheeks faded a little, but she was not afraid: "Then how do you know him?"

Memories made Mr. Dragon Fruit frown slightly: "That was five years ago ..."

09

Five years ago, Mr. Mystery Fruit was far less powerful than he is now. At that time, his business had just started, running a small company. On the surface, the company is engaged in training abroad, but in fact it is engaged in sending pregnant women to the United States for production.

In those years, many people wanted to give their children an "American citizen" status, so the company did not lack customers and its business was booming.

That was when Mr. pitaya was recruited. He always remembers what Mr. Mystery Fruit said to him after his successful application.

He said that everything in this world has long been in the hands of countless hands. Everything you can see and want has been taken. If you want it, you must get it from others. Only by stepping on the bloody steps can the dream come true.

Mr. Dragon Fruit didn't agree with Mr. Mystery Fruit's idea, but at that time he had just graduated from college and it would be nice to have a job. It is impossible to give up a job with a monthly salary of 3 thousand because of different values.

After signing the labor contract, Mr. Dragon Fruit began to work conscientiously as a secretary under Mr. Mystery Fruit.

I don't know why, many customers of the company are mistresses; And those who can afford mistresses are powerful people. Mr. mysterious fruit, who is very good at gaining contacts, has reached the periphery of the upper class through his mistress.

"I want to get into that circle." After a dinner party, Mr. Mystery Fruit said drunkenly in the back seat of the car.

As a part-time driver, Mr. pitaya drove carefully in the rainy night: "What circle?"

Mr. Mysterious Fruit pointed to the sky: "Of course it is the upper level!"

"Who doesn't want to enter the upper? I want to, but it's too difficult. " Mr. Fire Dragon sighed, "Now the classes are all solidified. Unless you get married, you can't get in."

"I know." Mr. mysterious fruit's voice is very cold, not that gloomy cold, but weak cold.

At that time, the teacher who taught basic oral English to pregnant women in the company was Miss Gao Feixia orange soda, who graduated from the School of Foreign Languages and Literature of Jiangcheng University.

Miss Liu's orange soda looks sweet, cheerful and friendly, as if it has a refreshing fragrance anytime and anywhere.

Mr. mysterious fruit likes her very much.

It's easy to get the moon first, what's more, Mr. Mystery Fruit is the direct supervisor, and Miss Orange Soda soon fell under his courtship offensive.

If Mr. Mystery Fruit is content with the status quo and chooses to spend the rest of his life honestly with Miss Orange Soda, maybe there will be no bad worries behind him.

But he is unwilling, he has a foolish heart to enter the upper class!

Miss Liu Orange Soda is top student. Many of her top student are famous queens. One of them is very famous in the circle, called Miss Long Island Iced Tea. Her father is a ministerial official, but instead of taking shortcuts with the kindness of her ancestors, she works harder than poor students.

The speaker didn't mean to listen. When Miss Orange Soda mentioned that Miss Long Island Iced Tea was the daughter of a ministerial official, Mr. Mystery Fruit was like a wolf smelling blood, showing ferocious fangs.

Mr. Mystery Fruit began to inquire about Miss Long Island Iced Tea, then carefully planned step by step, and finally pursued her and entered into an engagement.

When implementing all this, Mr. Mystery Fruit kept Miss Liu's orange soda in the dark. It was not until the last moment of marriage that Miss Orange Soda discovered the truth, so she had a nervous breakdown and committed suicide by jumping into the river.

After hearing that she committed suicide, Mr. Mysterious Fruit said "What a fool" and continued to "grow wildly" with the influence of the woman's family, successfully realizing his dream of becoming a member of the upper class.

After listening to these, the night is already deep. It is dark outside, and the sky, houses and trees are embedded in the darkness, which makes people feel as if they are at the bottom of the dark sea.

"It's getting late, go to sleep first." Mr. pitaya's eyes exude a distant meaning. "Tomorrow I will tell you in detail why I fell into such a field."

"ok." Miss mojito holds Mr. pitaya's hand. "Go to sleep, everything will be fine."

"Thank you for trusting me." In the space where there are only two people left, there is a slightly hot temperature rising quietly.

10

Two people lie down again, lying on a bed. It seems to be blocked by a vacuum, and everything is silent. But with the passage of time, the silence between them is like a sound, and gradually the undercurrent surges.

Miss Mojito is very nervous, and her chest is like a shutter that fluctuates violently.

She leaned down and looked at Mr. pitaya for a while, then suddenly kissed his lips, feeling like chewing a fresh fruit.

Mr. pitaya also responded to her. Two people's lips are intertwined, constantly rubbing and sucking, and the soft tip of the tongue slips between their lips.

In doing so, Miss Mojito also wondered whether she was too active, but she couldn't care so much, and the foggy reason gradually dissipated, leaving only pure sensibility.

The two men embraced, and Mr. pitaya lifted the bottom of Miss Mojito's T-shirt, gently rubbed her smooth and flat abdomen, continued to kiss deeply, and felt her body tremble slightly at the same time. ...

1 1

That night, Miss Mojito had a long, long dream. Her dream is strange, like some kind of playback device. Some important scenes I especially miss are always repeated in my dreams, not only dynamic pictures, but also sounds, light and shadow, colors and smells.

The dream is full of time with Mr. pitaya.

When she woke up, she saw Mr. pitaya busy in the kitchen.

"Get up? Come and have dinner, you have to go to work later. " Mr. pitaya is frying eggs, and the toaster is running, as if preparing sandwiches.

"I have a holiday." Miss Mojito sat down at the table calmly, without mentioning last night. There is a tacit understanding between them. "I didn't expect you to cook."

"I can only make sandwiches." Mr. pitaya gave a wry smile. "I almost forgot that you work at school and have winter and summer vacations."

"Yesterday's story is not finished ..." Miss Mojito warned.

Mr. pitaya sighed, looking like a rusty relic of the previous dynasty: "Mr. mysterious fruit's full-scale collapse began with his divorce." If you marry a powerful person, don't leave when you get married. It's better not to leave at the beginning. "

"He collapsed across the board. Has it been affected? "

"I received it." Mr. pitaya put the fried eggs in the baked bread, and then stuffed them with vegetables. "Because the company in my hand is his, after he disappeared, the debt collection company had to take it out on me, and I was able to get out after all the cars and houses changed hands."

Miss Mojito's lips opened like a mute, and she exhaled a breath of frightened air: "So you have nothing now?"

Mr. pitaya nodded and calmly continued to make sandwiches.

Silence came, and for the first time, Miss Mojito felt that silence seemed to have weight and pressed her to the ground.

She got up and walked behind Mr. Dragon Fruit and gave him a big hug: "Never mind. Although I didn't experience glory with you when you were strong, I am willing to advance and retreat with you when you are weak. "

Mr. pitaya trembled, and his heart was warm, as if something was burning violently.

"Since you are on holiday, why don't you accompany me to the Venetian Macao?" Mr. pitaya suddenly said.

"What are you doing in Venice?"

"Do you know where it is safest to put money in the world?" Mr. pitaya's tone is a mixture of joke and seriousness. "Casino."

Miss Mojito turned her head a little and couldn't help laughing: "So you left a hand!"

"I felt something was wrong in advance, so I made preparations in advance." Mr. pitaya's eyes are full of temperature. "Thank you for accepting me. I don't know why. Homeless, the first person I think of is you ... "

Miss Mojito said nothing, but held him tighter, and the moist breath kept stroking his skin. In the increasingly bright morning light, they hugged each other tightly, as if they had forgotten the time, and the distance between hearts was unusually close.

From this moment on, no matter what embarrassment, suffering and sadness will happen in the future, it will only make Mr. pitaya stronger. Nothing can destroy his mind, because he is no longer lonely.

Mr. pitaya knows that the road to returning to the top is difficult. With the gradual disintegration of Mr. mysterious fruit's power, all forces will reshuffle. If you want to seize the opportunity to rise again in the chaos, you will encounter many setbacks and hardships. But Mr. pitaya is the kind of person who will struggle to move forward even if he is rooted in mud and bruised all over.

It's time to start, the wind is just right.

Huang: Master of Hubei University, member of Hubei Writers Association. Published works: blank pages, ink paintings, silver crosses, always looking around, always full of tears.

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