Pan Qiaomu sprayed a sip of coffee on the ground.
What the hell is this?
Is he already old? Can’t you understand today’s young people?
what is she doing? Cleaning up the workplace?
What did she take him for? A bonus toy? !
Pan Qiaomu coughed awkwardly for a long time, grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth, grabbed a handful of hair, and his face turned red: "No!"
He took another breath before saying, "We are not suitable."
It is impossible for him to ruin his current job for the sake of a relationship; nor is it possible for him to ruin this young girl's future because of his own selfish desires.
Chen Jiaxian said: "Oh."
What was her reaction? !
Pan Qiaomu felt that he was in a dangerous situation. He is next to a volcano that is about to erupt, or on a beach where a tsunami is rolling up high, or downwind of a fire that is about to sweep through.
Chen Jiaxian wiped her mouth with a tissue, pushed the cup aside, stood up, and said flatly: "Then let's go back."
…
The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is very bright.
Under the full moon, Pan Qiaomu accompanied Chen Jiaxian to wait for an online ride-hailing service.
And Chen Jiaxian - every time she calls for an online ride-hailing service, she only stingily checks the first three cheapest options.
Pan Qiaomu lowered his eyes and could see that her phone showed "There are still 7 people in line."
He really wanted to call a taxi for her, or simply drive her home - he impatiently tugged at the hem of his suit, and noticed that the front of the suit was stained with a few coffee spots, making it look a little messy.
But he knew that he had to keep the distance between the two of them.
Young women's ambitions and desires terrify him. He didn't dare to do anything, he didn't even dare to say anything.
So, after waiting for a full 40 minutes and being silent for a full 40 minutes, the online car-hailing car finally turned a corner and appeared. Chen Jiaxian opened the door and got in the car, turned around and said goodbye to him: "Goodbye."
She looked directly into his eyes, but he remained silent and avoided looking.
…
Desire, what is it.
Chen Jiaxian sat in the car, staring at the silent full moon in the night sky.
Is it the pain of being hurt if you can't achieve it?
Is it the truest, most unbearable, most embarrassed, and most stubborn self that has been spurned by her, hated by her, and suppressed by her?
If she wants to be a "person" with choices and life, rather than an instrument of reason - is this pain her price? Just like Nora leaving the doll's house, just like Eve choosing to eat the fruit of wisdom, can she have the happiness of "self" only if she suffers "self" harm?
Chen Jiaxian pressed her heart hard, her heart was beating loudly.
lively. Full of vitality.
She sat in the back seat of an online car-hailing car, crying in embarrassment under the bright full moon.
…
Back in the dormitory, Chen Jiaxian finished washing, put on her wet hair, and was arranging media reports on the computer.
Work is the best mood stabilizer.
No matter where she is, no matter what her status is, no matter what happens to her, she will seize the slightest opportunity and deliver high-quality work results.
After Chen Jiaxian sorted out the latest media releases, she unconsciously opened Pan Qiaomu's collaborative office.
The arrogant Pan Qiaomu never lies.
His schedule was so full every day that it lasted until ten o'clock in the evening. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, he was on business trips for seven or eight days in a row.
But he was so busy, so he still sent her home and invited her to drink coffee.
Chen Jiaxian stopped her thoughts, closed Pan Qiaomu's schedule, and wrote an email to Zhou Ke, asking her to provide the shelf data of Uncle Sun's hand-made bronzeware in cultural and creative stores.
Zhou Ke responded quickly. Chen Jiaxian checked the email and was a little surprised: the data showed that Sun Bo's hand-made bronzeware was sold out on the first day it was put on the shelves. Zhou Ke noted in the email: It was bought by a foreigner from a European tour group.
Chen Jiaxian compared the sales of other products in the same period and confirmed that Sun Bo's hand-made bronze wares had the highest sales rate. This shows that there is more potential for selling such products with strong local characteristics, folk customs and craftsman characteristics in this area and land of Changlefang.
Aboriginal economies are not unviable; these figures reflect optimistic trends.
Chen Jiaxian immediately sat up straight, exported the data, opened the online class, followed the online class step by step to make a short data analysis report, sent it to the public relations manager Guan Xi, and copied it to the assistant Han Fang and the operation Zhou Ke .
She has learned how to create a sense of presence in front of leaders.
…
Guan Xi was very quick and called her and asked her to continue to follow up on the data. A few minutes later, the phone rang again, and it was Pan Qiaomu who called.
But just now, her email was only sent to the Korean side.
Chen Jiaxian stared at the name and pressed the call button.
Pan Qiaomu asked her to send all the data used in the report to his mailbox in a formal manner, and he would study it carefully during his business trip tomorrow.
Chen Jiaxian asked businesslikely, are you optimistic about the aboriginal economy?
Pan Qiaomu paused and told her businesslikely that just because there was room for profit, it did not mean that he could become the economic pillar of the sector. Zhuo Xiu doesn't care about such a small profit.
Chen Jiaxian was a little disappointed, but she still agreed in a business-like manner.
After the brief conversation, Chen Jiaxian turned off the light and lay on the bed.
She hadn't even had time to install the curtains in the dormitory yet. So, looking out the window at the end of the bed, I could just see the bright full moon hanging high in the night sky.
Such a beautiful full moon.
The moon, women, and tides are always inseparable.
The emotions she had suppressed through hard work surged again.
…
"What do you want?"
"I want you."
…
Chen Jiaxian looked at the moon outside the window. She no longer wants to suppress herself, nor does she want to feel self-loathing and inferiority. No matter how despicable, miserable, or embarrassed she is, she is still herself.
She wants to love herself like this.
Chen Jiaxian rolled the quilt over her head and cried happily.
…
Chen Jiaxian cried for a long time.
Why would a person cry?
Love parting?
Resentment meeting?
Can’t ask for it?
Crying can't solve the problem, but crying can pour out the pain. Humans don’t cry to solve problems.
Chen Jiaxian cried, and the grievances she had felt no longer seemed so wronged. The anger, unwillingness, embarrassment, and fear also gradually flowed out with her tears.
After crying until the end, Chen Jiaxian even felt a little refreshed.
The gray twenty years passed with tears, and it didn't matter if she didn't reconcile, because no matter what harm she encountered, she would still face life well.
Loving herself gave her courage. Only you are your own love and light.
…
Chen Jiaxian was tired of crying and moved while holding the quilt. The mobile phone beside her pillow suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.
Chen Jiaxian picked up the phone, turned it over, and checked the screen.
Her eyes froze slightly.
The phone call between her and Pan Qiaomu turned out to be——
Always on the phone.
After the work call ended, she probably forgot to press it, but Pan Qiaomu didn't press it either.
She cried for three hours.
Chen Jiaxian put the phone to her ear. On the other side of the phone, she could hear very slight breathing.
Did he cry with her for three hours?
"Pan Qiaomu." She called his name softly.
Pan Qiaomu seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
After a few seconds of silence, Pan Qiaomu hung up the phone.
