Yu Ben and Guan Xi sat across from each other in the candy shop.
Mother Chen was brushing her hands behind the counter.
Yu Ben suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Mrs. Boss, I used to see that every household in your family hung 'Tianguan Blessing' on the wall. Will you continue to hang it in the future?"
Mother Chen raised her head blankly: "Ah? Aren't they not allowed to be hung? Aren't they said that the facade should be unified?"
Yu Ben coughed unnaturally: "We won't let you hang up for now. You can hang up when the new regulations come out."
Mother Chen said: "Of course I have to die, I have to worship God."
Worship God?
Yu Ben frowned.
Feudal superstition is not good.
Guan Xi asked: "What god do you worship?"
Mother Chen thought for a long time: "I have forgotten that a long time ago, when I lived in the Xiguan House, in addition to this heavenly official blessing, there was also a man who worshiped the land father-in-law, who appeared in pairs." She pointed to " At the foot of "Heavenly Official Blessing", "Well, I was supposed to worship the Earth God here. Is it the Earth God? Oops! I can't remember clearly, it doesn't matter who it is."
Yu Ben paused with his spoon: "...Is it so casual?"
Mother Chen said: "Only old people remember. Nowadays, people rarely worship gods. Miss Guan, if you want to ask for a child with your boyfriend, you can go to Chaoshan and Fujian. If you worship there sincerely, the gods will be efficacious." .”
Guan Xi and Yu Ben blushed on the spot and waved their hands repeatedly.
Yu Ben couldn't help but ask: "Madam boss, you don't even remember what you are praying for, so why are you still hanging these things?"
Mother Chen waved her hand: "Rules or traditions? This has always been the case. Looking at the joy, looking for luck, and praying for peace and quiet. Our ancestors did this, and I followed suit. Who would think about why? People are alive, not Just want to be safe?"
Folklore is like this, passed down from generation to generation, and has the power to transcend time. Either they have something to ask for, or they don’t ask for anything, but they all place their hopes on mankind.
Mother Chen said as she walked to the gate and looked at the clean exterior wall: "Speaking of which, if I don't let the Heavenly Official bless me, I feel really empty." She touched her heart, "I feel like I have left my ancestors all of a sudden. It seems far away.”
After saying that, Mother Chen smiled apologetically at the two of them: "You are fashionable people, listen to me saying these dialects. Oh, I am not afraid of your laughter, I have been out of date a long time ago."
…
"Folk customs in Xiguan." Zhou Yixing said to Chen Jiaxian, "Let's try this direction. Talk about our ancestors, old rules, old traditions..."
After Chen Jiaxian became famous overnight, the Internet myth did not appear again. Her data did not rise or fall, and remained stable and fluctuating. Even the business deals he found were insignificant and meaningless.
Two people who had just been promoted started Douyin again, but they still couldn't meet their expectations.
After being promoted, Chen Jiaxian realized that salary is not free. For every extra penny, the company expects to get ten percent of you in return.
Yang Zhi carried out performance reforms and moved Huawei's PBC to Zhuoxiu Lai. Chen Jiaxian had just signed her personal PBC, and Jun Ziyi and Yang Zhi's performance demands were terrifying.
The same goes for Zhou Yixing.
Taking advantage of her spare time, Zhou Yixing found many similar accounts. It just so happened that both Douyin and Xiaohongshu had traffic tilted towards folklore and intangible cultural heritage. She planned a "Xiguan Old Traditional Series".
Miss Xiguan? very suitable.
Who would have guessed.
Chen Jiaxian simply refused her: "I won't do it."
Zhou Yixing took the printed plan and was stunned: "What's wrong with you? Chen Jiaxian, we are just doing a part-time job, can you be more professional?"
Chen Jiaxian said fiercely: "I won't do it! I hate these old rules and traditions! Just think of me as emotional!"
Zhou Yixing tried to fight for it, but Chen Jiaxian lowered her face, stood up, and left the conference room directly.
Leave your pick?
Zhou Yixing rushed out: "What are you angry about?"
The two broke up unhappy.
…
What are you angry about?
After rushing out of the candy store, Pan Qiaomu was a little confused.
He asked himself: Are you angry for Chen Jiaxian? Does she need you to be angry for her?
Does she care?
But wondering whether he should be angry for her sounds very humble.
Pan Qiaomu became even more angry.
In a fit of anger, he angrily opened the dialog box with Chen Jiaxian and sent his first WeChat message in these days: "You said you wanted to treat me to dinner."
Chen Jiaxian replied instantly: "I don't have time, I'm busy."
be rejected?
Pan Qiaomu fell back in anger and typed angrily: "Don't you think it's troublesome for me? Is this how you thank me for your sincerity?"
After a while, Chen Jiaxian replied to him: "I'm free now, what do you want to eat?"
…
Chen Jiaxian pulled open the car door with a sullen face.
After many days, the two met again. The Chen family got into the passenger seat skillfully and fastened their seat belts.
Pancho stepped on the accelerator without even twisting the wood.
Chen Jiaxian said: "I will discuss the video script with Zhou Yixing at 2pm, don't go too far."
Pan Qiaomu swallowed his anger and said, "Okay. I know you are busy."
Chen Jiaxian nodded: "I'm really busy. What do you want to eat? I'll treat you and you can choose whatever you want."
Pan Qiaomu felt better. He was trying to manage his figure recently, so he said, "Let's eat Japanese food. Conveyor belt sushi, it's fast and won't delay your work."
"Okay. That's right," Chen Jiaxian turned her head and stared at Pan Qiaomu.
Pan Qiaomu glanced at her and said in a tight voice, "What are you doing?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "My recent data is not ideal, do you have any investment resources?"
At the red light ahead, Pan Qiaomu slammed on the brakes and glared at Chen Jiaxian: "This is the reason why you invited me to dinner, right?"
Chen Jiaxian thought for a while and said, "I'll treat you to lunch during the working day and exchange resources by the way - is there any problem?" She said sincerely, "I see that you, Sister Xi and Sister Ziyi all have working lunches like this. .”
Pan Qiaomu took a deep breath and reached out to push Chen Jiaxian out of the car.
...He imagined it.
In real life, he stepped on the accelerator and said, "You can do it, Chen Jiaxian, you are really good."
Chen Jiaxian actually asked: "Can you do it?"
Just kidding, how can a real man not do that?
Pan Qiaomu said sadly, "Let me ask for you."
Taking into account Chen Jiaxian's financial situation and his own plan to lose weight, Pan Qiaomu thoughtfully chose a chain sushi restaurant in a nearby shopping mall.
The atmosphere is noisy and the prices are low.
But Pan Qiaomu didn't expect that. To him, conveyor belt sushi is an ordinary and cheap fast food on weekdays, but Chen Jiaxian has never eaten it.
Once again he was forced to confront the differences.
Pan Qiaomu helped Chen Jiaxian get the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks, squeeze out the sauce for her, and then saw her quietly studying the price list posted under the swivel belt.
The plates come in several colors, and different colors correspond to different prices. You take them directly from the carousel, and you count the plates at the end and charge.
Pan Qiaomu naturally recommended: "Would you like to try tempura? This fried scallop is not bad. Do you usually like French fries?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "No, I can't stand fried goods."
Panchomi chatted with her: "Feeling hot?"
Chen Jiaxian shook her head: "I used to work part-time as a French fryer in a Western restaurant. After standing there for 12 hours, my feet were covered with blood blisters. My head was full of the smell of French fries. It made me sick."
Pan Qiaomu nodded, took the tablet nearby, brought up the sushi interface and handed it to her: "Give yourself something light."
Chen Jiaxian lowered her head and ordered.
Pan Qiaomu has been controlling his diet for a long time and sees that every food is automatically converted into calories. He stared at the revolving belt for a long time, then took a few dishes, and used chopsticks to remove most of the rice in the sushi with a lack of interest, leaving only a little soy sauce for dipping.
After replying a few work messages, he looked up again and saw Chen Jiaxian's eyes falling on the plate in front of him.
She is calculating the price.
Pan Qiaomu stopped his chopsticks silently.
"Sorry." Chen Jiaxian raised her eyes and said apologetically: "I'm used to being poor, and I can't change it for a while. You eat your food, I can afford it."
Pan Qiaomu said "Oh": "Has your salary been paid? When do you plan to move out of the dormitory?"
Chen Jiaxian was surprised: "Are you not allowed to live in the dormitory?"
"No." Pan Qiaomu explained, "I want to say, since your income has already increased, why bother living in a factory floor house?"
Chen Jiaxian thought for a while: "The salary will not be paid until next month, but I want to pay you back the Lego money first."
The anger in Pan Qiaomu's heart quietly resurfaced, but he controlled it well: "It's up to you."
