Uncle Lin had no expression on his face.
He said slowly: "Ziyi, you know, in my heart, family has always been the most important thing."
Jun Ziyi said: "I don't care about your external affairs, but please at least don't let me see it, okay."
Lin Shuping said: "It's just for fun. No matter Zhao Minmin, Zhou Minmin or Wang Minmin, when has your position been shaken? Have I treated you badly over the years? Why do you care about this? What you should do most is not to take good care of your daughter?" "
Jun Ziyi didn't speak, and grabbed the glass with trembling hands.
Lin Shuping said: "It's so late and my daughter hasn't eaten yet. I heard the nanny said she was sick a few days ago. What did you do? You are such a mother? What are you doing every day?"
Jun Ziyi raised her voice slightly: "You mean, I don't care about the child? Are you blaming me? When I was pregnant, I didn't dare to take a leave until I was in labor, and I was robbed of my position." She looked up at Lin Shuping, " Where were you then? Who were you with?"
Lin Shuping said: "Jun Ziyi, I thought you would understand that I was just fooling around. Do you think starting a business is easy? Let's live a good life and don't quarrel, okay? If you are willing to quit your job to help me take care of it, where can I help you?" Is it necessary to act for the occasion? Aren't you selfish and clinging to your job? OK, you are ambitious, but you are just an administrator. What is there to do and how much money can you make? We are not short of money now. Do you have to take this class? Can't you take care of your daughter with peace of mind? I really need you to help me, where are you? "
Eight rhetorical questions in a row.
Jun Ziyi presses her temples. She was tired and didn't want to argue. So she said: "Lin Shuping, please leave my home."
Lin Shuping stood up and picked up his suit jacket from the door. He opened the door and said to Jun Ziyi: "We have received a marriage certificate. In my heart, you are my wife and we are a community of interests. Think about it carefully. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, don't forget to maintain our personal connections. .If you have any needs for gifts, you can contact my secretary."
The light in the corridor stretched his shadow.
Jun Ziyi looked at the black shadow on the ground and remained silent.
For a 40-year-old couple, the proportion of love in the marriage is increasingly diluted, but he and she are a community of interests.
Thin love means thin hate, she and him were so decent even when they quarreled.
The door closed and the house became quiet again. Jun Ziyi let out a breath and slowly sat on the sofa.
Her face was as calm as a white marble statue.
The screen of the mobile phone placed on the marble island table lit up. WeChat pops up:
"What do we think?"
Jun Ziyi glanced at it and ignored it.
Two hours later, another message popped up on WeChat:
"I'm downstairs at your house."
Jun Ziyi set WeChat to prompt-free and took off her mascara bit by bit in front of the mirror.
Early the next morning, Jun Ziyi went out to work and saw a black car parked quietly behind the community. She walked around to the car in high heels and saw the man leaning on the armchair, his shirt crumpled and sound asleep. A light green stubble grew on his chin.
Jun Ziyi's expression remained unchanged and she turned to leave.
She opened WeChat, pulled up the chat history, ignored the subsequent messages, found "What are we doing", and replied:
"Friends who solve personal desires."
She thought for a moment and added: "Temporary."
After typing, she dragged him to the blacklist and then deleted it.
…
Chen Jiaxian's interview went very smoothly.
Song Qingxu, the instructor of the Cantonese Opera Club, was very satisfied with her appearance and voice condition, so Chen Jiaxian got a part-time opportunity: she played a small role with only half a line in the student Cantonese Opera Club's performance, and assisted Song Qingxu to complete related tasks. Liaison work.
Only then did she find out that Song Qingxu was a young teacher specializing in Cantonese opera at the Institute of Classical Literature of Yuecheng University, and that the "small performance" of Chen Jiahao's club was actually the annual guild of the Cantonese opera industry.
Song Qingxu was a little curious: "Your voice and appearance are so good, why didn't you go to Cantonese Opera Art School or just take the art exam?"
Chen Jiaxian glanced at Chen Jiahao.
He was playing with his phone with his head down casually, and didn't think this issue had much to do with him.
Chen Jiaxian asked: "Is it still too late for me to learn now?"
Song Qingxu shook his head regretfully: "It's too late, I need boy's skills."
Real life is not fiction. If you miss it, you miss it. There is no chance to come back. It is impossible for her to rely on luck to win over those peers who work hard and have the blessings of resources.
Chen Jiaxian lowered her eyes and smiled, changing the subject.
Song Qingxu pointed out the registration form on the computer screen to Chen Jiaxian: "This column is the contact information of the teachers of the Municipal Cantonese Opera Troupe; this column is the contact information of the leaders of the Cantonese Opera Association; this column is the office phone number of the regional cultural association ;This column is the contact information of folk Cantonese opera artists. These..."
Chen Jiaxian was a little surprised.
Only then did she realize firsthand the difference between university and technical secondary school. What resources are universities? What resources are secondary schools?
A student Cantonese opera interest club in a university can actually participate in such a large-scale Cantonese opera guild activity.
She was forced to look directly at the gap.
After Song Qingxu explained the differences in contact time and method for each column, he said: "Personnel contact work is the most tedious, and no one is willing to do it. Fortunately, you girls are naturally careful and are best suited to do this kind of tedious work."
Chen Jiaxian raised her head and glanced at Song Qingxu.
"No," she said.
Song Qingxu was stunned: "What?"
Chen Jiaxian smiled: "I said, no."
