Zhou Ye couldn't figure it out.
Why did Yu Ben say the three words "Looking for Guan Xi" so naturally?
When can PR get involved in core business?
Yu Ben stopped his questioning, and Zhou Ye's open mouth closed again.
A gust of wind brought heavy rain and knocked against the windows, making a loud banging sound. Yu Ben looked at the rain outside: "A heavy rainstorm is coming. Go home early today. Tomorrow morning, ask Guan Xi and let's find a solution together."
…
The windows were banging from the heavy rain.
Chen Jiaxian found several towels and blocked the gaps in the windows. In order to prevent broken glass from hurting people, the window glass has been taped with the word "rice" on it. A thin puddle of water has been poured into the ground beside the window, reflecting light on the ground.
She now lives in a dormitory board house in the Changlefang project.
It was windy and rainy outside, but the room was quiet. In the narrow room, there are bunk beds with iron frames. The lower bunk was occupied by a colleague for lunch break, and this room was usually only used by Chen Jiaxian.
Next to the bunk beds, a simple folding table is covered with a floral tablecloth. Chen Jiaxian washed an apple, pulled out a plastic folding chair, sat down, and turned on the lamp. The dim light came on, and the phone happened to play a song she was familiar with.
all is well.
Just then, the cell phone on the table rang.
The sound of wind and rain rushed out of the microphone.
Pan Qiaomu's voice penetrated Chen Jiaxian's ears: "An old man fell, and I can't understand what he said. Please help me, I'll be there -"
Chen Jiaxian subconsciously agreed.
For a girl like her, even if she learns to say no, her first reaction when facing other people's requests is to accept them all. This is an instinct developed over a long period of time.
Maybe it’s a virtue to be helpful.
But for her, she has to overcome this instinct.
Chen Jiaxian threw the apple core heavily into the trash can: "Why should I help you?"
After all we hate each other.
Pan Qiaomu paused: "Chen Jiaxian, you still hold a grudge."
Huge thunder rolled past, covering the two people's voices. Two seconds later, the thunder subsided, and Pan Qiaomu heard Chen Jiaxian say: "I'll be there soon."
Why did you suddenly agree?
Did he say anything?
Pan Qiaomu was a little confused, but quickly reported the location.
In the dormitory, Chen Jiaxian hung up the phone and looked around at the quiet surroundings.
Because of this dormitory. she said to herself.
Pan Qiaomu helped her. And she doesn't want to owe any favors.
…
There is no point holding an umbrella on such a rainy night. Almost the moment he stepped out of the shelter, the umbrella was overturned by the storm, and the cold rain poured down Chen Jiaxian's head and face.
The drainage system in Changlefang is very old, and the water accumulated in my legs. In the vortex of rain, Chen Jiaxian trudged across the narrow road, and her clothes were soaked.
Downstairs, Pan Qiaomu waved to her.
Chen Jiaxian saw the old man leaning against the pillar at a glance.
Uncle Jiang!
Pan Qiaomu wiped the water on his face: "Do you know each other?"
Chen Jiaxian nodded and rushed to Uncle Jiang, but Uncle Jiang stretched out his hand and waved it away. Chen Jiaxian was a little surprised.
Pan Qiaomu was extremely tired, with fatigue and helplessness in his voice: "He doesn't let anyone get close to him."
Uncle Jiang's voice was weak, but his attitude was tough: "Don't touch me, I still want to pick up Dabao!"
Dabao is the nickname of Jiang Bo's son.
Uncle Jiang has only one son. He left the country early and is now doing business in Russia. He has always wanted to take Uncle Jiang over. But Jiang Bo was unwilling to move. He had lived in Changlefang for more than half a century. It would be very difficult for him to be uprooted and moved to another piece of land.
Chen Jiaxian quickly called in dialect: "Uncle Jiang! Uncle Jiang! I am Jiaxian!"
Jiang Bo opened his eyes slightly and saw Chen Jiaxian. He hesitated for a moment, his expression softened, and he grabbed Chen Jiaxian's hand.
"Sister, Dabao is out of school, I'm waiting for him."
After school?
With a strong gust of wind, the umbrella in Pan Qiaomu's hand was overturned like a toy again, and the rain poured down on their heads and faces. Chen Jiaxian's heart seemed to be chilled by the rain.
Uncle Jiang was confused.
Chen Jiaxian held Uncle Jiang's hand with her backhand and shouted loudly: "Uncle Jiang, Brother Dabao is after school. He is waiting for you in front. I will take you there, okay?"
Rain was flowing down her forehead, and Chen Jiaxian couldn't open her eyes. Pan Qiaomu handed over the tissue, and she took his hand and pressed her face onto the tissue.
Pan Qiaomu looked away but did not take back his hand.
"In front?" Uncle Jiang murmured a few times, shook his head and opened his eyes, his eyes dim, "Sister Tou, I am his father, Dabao is at the border of Heilongjiang and will not come back. Don't lie to me."
The older you are, the more stubborn your temper is. Jiang Bo said he was confused and confused, and said he was sober and sober. The two of them talked about each other for a few times, their mouths were dry, but they had no results.
Chen Jiaxian was anxious. She clearly felt that Uncle Jiang's hand was gradually getting hot.
Pan Qiaomu leaned over and raised one ear.
"What did he say?" he asked.
Chen Jiaxian whispered.
Pan Qiaomu patted Mr. Jiang and said in a voice: "Uncle, Dabao'er has a stomachache after eating the airplane meal. He's sitting in front of him squatting on the toilet and can't get out."
What kind of crappy Northeastern dialect is this?
What the hell is the reason for squatting on the toilet?
Chen Jiaxian's eyes widened, and Pan Qiaomu bumped Chen Jiaxian with his shoulder to signal her to cooperate.
Chen Jiaxian nodded hurriedly.
Uncle Jiang's throat roared a few times, and he opened his eyes and looked at Pan Qiaomu.
it works! Chen Jiaxian almost shouted.
Pan Qiaomu immediately grabbed Jiang Bo's other hand and shook it enthusiastically: "Uncle! I am Dabao's colleague. You don't have to say anything. Let's go over first and don't keep Dabao waiting, okay?"
Uncle Jiang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, from the accent, you are from the Northeast, and you must be doing business on the border." He sobbed, "Dabao, go home, go home and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with daddy."
Are you going home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Some children are their parents' babies. And her mother doesn't love her.
Chen Jiaxian has mixed feelings in her heart. At this time, Uncle Jiang said to Chen Jiaxian: "Sister, are you hungry? Uncle Jiang will cook fish balls for you."
Boil the fish balls.
Chen Jiaxian laughed. Uncle Jiang was confused again. How many years ago was this?
When she was a child, Chen Jiaxian was often asked by her family to run errands, and she had to go to the candy store to help out at night. When Father Chen and Mother Chen were busy, they often forgot that their daughter had to eat, so she just ate a hungry meal and ran around skinny in a dirty school uniform.
I don’t know from which day, Jiang Bo said that it was difficult to sell out the fish balls, so he would cook a bowl for her from time to time.
When the body grows, appetite is like a knife cutting into the stomach. Jiang Bo also had more and more fish balls left for her.
Now think about it, who is not busy? Chen Ji Tang Shui has many diners, and Jiang Bo also has many diners. At dinner time when people are crowded, there won’t be enough fish balls to eat, so how can we sell the leftovers?
Chen Jiaxian slowly exhaled her turbid breath, lowered her eyes, and patted Uncle Jiang's hand gently.
"Okay." Her voice forced a smile.
Chen Jiaxian planned to help Jiang Bo stand up, but Pan Qiaomu said, "Wait a minute."
…
Chen Jiaxian was stunned and looked at Pan Qiaomu.
She held his umbrella in her hand.
Pan Qiaomu crouched into the heavy rain, righted the cart that had overturned in the water, and pushed it to the bottom of the arcade. After finishing all this, he ran back to the arcade, dripping with water, and his light-colored shirt was almost transparent and clinging to his body.
How could Pan Qiaomu do such a useless thing?
Chen Jiaxian handed him a tissue. Pan Qiaomu wiped his face, his face covered with embarrassing confetti:
"In this way, you can cook fish balls."
