On the other hand, Ren Zixian had no idea that Lin Qingsong was sending someone to investigate her.
Tong Shengyue's assistant drove her to a high-rise building in the city center.
Ren Zixian followed the assistant into the elevator and went straight to the top floor. The enclosed elevator space made Ren Zixian slightly short of breath. She quietly approached the elevator exit.
The assistant was very good at observing people's emotions. Seeing that she was nervous, he knew that she might be afraid of closed spaces, so he adjusted the operation of the elevator. The next moment, the back panel of the elevator became transparent, and the entire brightly lit city was in full view.
Ren Zixian's face turned pale and he smiled slightly: "Thank you."
She had expected that Tong Shengyue might send someone to see him, but she didn't expect that the other party would be so polite and considerate.
Before this, Ren Zixian didn’t have a good impression of the officialdom.
What Tong Shengyue wants to say should be related to the project, but it is not known whether it is a paint coffin project.
Ren Zixian looked at the stars outside the window. For a senior official like Tong Shengyue, it was almost impossible to say that he would be impressed by someone because of a project.
The assistant politely guided Ren Zixian down the elegantly decorated, long, narrow and quiet path.
"We only receive one guest here every night, so you and the Director of Children can have a nice chat," the assistant said.
Ren Zixian looked at the gurgling water next to him. The carefully selected pebbles and even the flowers were the most beautiful and timely ones.
Tong Shengyue changed from her previous formal attire and wore a simple ordinary Chinese tunic suit and was sitting in the dark Huating. The assistant stood far away and made an invitation gesture for Ren Zixian to step forward alone.
A pot of black tea was floating quietly in the teapot. It seemed that Tong Shengyue had been waiting for her for a while.
"Teacher Tong." Ren Zixian called.
Tong Shengyue glanced at Ren Zixian in surprise: "No one has called me teacher for a long time."
"Mr. Tong is a senior in the microbiology major. I have read your paper." Ren Zixian sat down.
"I have also read your papers when you were doing microbiology. You are young and promising. Why don't you continue to study microbiology? Our country also needs this kind of talent." Tong Shengyue gave Ren Zixian a cup of tea.
"Life is just unpredictable." Ren Zixian didn't say much.
"I want to thank you for helping us with the paint coffin project, otherwise the skylight will be opened for next year's tour." Tong Shengyue said, "As an individual, I also want to thank you. That coffin is the first one I have painted since I took charge of the director. The main coffin in an excavated tomb. I want to give it a complete restoration no matter what before I retire."
"I just do my job well." Ren Zixian is neither humble nor overbearing.
"Concerning the academic atmosphere of your college, I think I can help." Tong Shengyue put down her body to compensate Ren Zixian, "You don't need to come forward for other matters."
Ren Zixian was a little surprised. Even if Tong Shengyue apologized to her, there was no need to make a big deal out of this matter. There would be too many interested parties involved once action was taken.
She originally thought that when Tong Shengyue asked her to come, even if she wanted to apologize, she would blame the fault on her subordinates. From this point of view, this old director who had been in politics for decades was somewhat fierce.
Ren Zixian shook his head: "Actually, there is a reason for my impulsiveness. It's not Professor Xu's fault."
"I admire your magnanimity and enthusiasm," Tong Shengyue took a sip of black tea, "I heard that you like drinking tea. If you try this tea, it will be almost as good as the Lin family's tea."
Ren Zixian was stunned, and Tong Shengyue smiled: "Young man, it doesn't matter if you fall in love, but if you bring academic issues into the political and business circles, it will affect the whole body. I think you should understand."
Ren Zixian looked complicated, and Tong Shengyue continued: "You are a student I like. You have the ability, brains, sharp thinking, and your own principles. This is rare. I don't want to let you suffer because of the issue of taking sides. I called you here today because there is still a lack of a deputy director in the literary and art department for next year's global tour, and I intend to hand it over to you, are you willing?"
Even Ren Zixian was shocked. A deputy director of a national project, even a temporary position, could be regarded as an opportunity to soar into the sky.
Not to mention Xu Xuanming, even Professor Mo Wen had to think about such a project position for a while.
However, Tong Shengyue casually handed it over to a newcomer majoring in literature.
Ren Zixian fell silent, and Tong Shengyue continued: "I can tell you briefly, the planning time of the project is two years, and the appropriation is 7 billion. The current planning is for 97 countries that have diplomatic relations with our country and In regions, except for some areas involved in war, basically everything that can be carried out will be carried out.”
Ren Zixian asked: "Why me?"
"I didn't make a decision before you gave the report, but the lacquer coffin project allowed me to see the possibility of integrating different professional arts and crafts techniques. We need multi-faceted talents, not specialists." Tong Shengyue did not hide her secrets. , “Of course it is a bit risky to abandon many experienced professors and scholars and choose a student who has not graduated with a graduate degree to lead a national-level task, so I hope you can keep your distance from everyone during the project, including the current Zhu. Lin Qingsong, the person in charge of the family."
Ren Zixian thought for a moment: "Thank you very much for your appreciation."
Tong Shengyue waited for her to say 'but'.
"If I was a microbiology student, I wouldn't have missed this opportunity," Ren Zixian chuckled, "but now I have other things to do, and I don't think I can do two things at once."
Tong Shengyue was a little surprised at the reason for her refusal. He did not expect that Ren Zixian could not seize the opportunity in front of him because of other things.
Tong Shengyue: "Don't you think about it again? Even your teachers, Professor Mo Wen and Professor Yu Xinyi, may not be able to decisively refuse this kind of opportunity."
Ren Zixian shook his head: "Thank you for your appreciation and cultivation."
Tong Shengyue sighed: "Well, since you insist, I hope to see you active in the arts major before I retire."
"If you don't have a good rest at night, try to drink as little tea as possible, especially at night." Ren Zixian followed the assistant and left gracefully, without any nostalgia.
"How did she know you weren't sleeping well?" The assistant sent Ren Zixian away and came back to pick up Tong Shengyue.
"You can always observe it if you are careful." Tong Shengyue sighed, "It's a pity that she refused. If it hadn't been for the previous virus accident, I wouldn't be so anxious."
Tong Shengyue walked out of the tea pavilion and ordered: "Lin Qingsong may have suspicions, and they have covered up the matter between Ren Zixian and Lin Xuedi, so that no one can find out anything."
"Where's Ren Zixian..." the assistant asked.
"She is a smart person. Even if she doesn't know who is helping her, she will be cautious." Tong Shengyue glanced at the sparse starry sky, "This matter itself has exceeded my authority."
…
The assistant sent someone to send Ren Zixian back to Jinhai.
However, she did not open the door and go home immediately. Instead, she wandered aimlessly in the rest area of the Jinhai Villas.
There is a hidden folder in Ren Zixian's computer, which contains all reports about Lin Xuedi's death, including weekly magazines and gossip.
Almost everyone focused on the words 'a certain student of Tokyo University', 'Professor Yu Xinyi's beloved disciple' and 'the second son of the Lin Group'.
In the late autumn of Toyokyo University four years ago, all the ginkgo trees planted by the school turned into a golden color, with blue sky and white clouds, and red pavilions with golden leaves.
Lin Xuedi sat beside the fallen leaves corridor in Fengjing: "I hate it when people call me that. It's like I am a useless person who relied on my family to get where I am now. So I came to Fengjing. I have to leave something behind in my life. .”
Ren Zixian sat on the other side of the corridor without speaking. Lin Xuedi smiled helplessly and sat next to her: "Zixian, I know what you mean. You believe that I can always find a way. If you don't want to follow me, Yanshi, I will stay with you in Fengjing. Wait until I come back from the scene."
Golden apricot leaves fell between the two of them. Ren Zixian looked at the lines on the fallen leaves: "I have been waiting for a long time. You know what I insist on. I can't go to the market with you, and you can't convince me. Your family, Xuedi, there is no way you can argue with her."
At that time, the two of them had been quarreling for a while over the issue of belonging. Ren Zixian hoped to stay in Fengjing to take care of his grandma, but Lin Xuedi had to reply.
The two met before Lin Xuedi left for the excavation site, but they also parted on bad terms.
Before Lin Xuedi's accident, he had called her with great joy, saying that he had found a legitimate way to stay in Fengjing and that Ren Zixian would wait for him to return.
Then the time between Lin Xuedi and her seemed to be stretched infinitely. Lin Xuedi got farther and farther away from her, and he was left where he was.
The sticky memory dragged her down like heavy lead. No matter how much time passed, Ren Zixian was indulging in endless reincarnations.
Lin Qingsong came back from the car and saw Ren Zi leisurely sitting in front of the fountain in a daze. She lowered her eyes and looked at the coins in the fountain. Her back was so lonely that she seemed to be melting into the darkness in the next moment.
"Why are you sitting here? Don't you know how to wear more clothes?" Lin Qingsong gently touched her face. It felt cold to the touch. It seemed that she had been sitting for a long time.
Ren Zixian slowly put the realization on him, and after recognizing Lin Qingsong, he suddenly stretched out his arms.
Lin Qingsong was surprised. He actually vaguely felt that Ren Zixian didn't like being intimate with him outside. Although he was confused, he still stretched out his hands to wrap her around her waist and hugged her: "Coquettishly."
Ren Zixian circled him, leaned on him, and crawled into Lin Qingsong's arms.
"I've lost weight again," Lin Qingsong hugged her and walked steadily, "Everyone else is putting on weight, so why are you the one getting thinner and thinner?"
Ren Zixian buried herself in his arms: "You came back too late."
Her tone was so aggrieved that Lin Qingsong's heart softened, but he still said with a straight face: "Who wants to leave first? Why don't you wait for me to come back together?"
