Back in the dormitory, Chen Jiaxian found that there was an extra friend request in her WeChat account. The note was: I am Korean.
She added Han Fang's WeChat account, and Han Fang sent her a questionnaire.
The question on the questionnaire star is:
"Survey on Dating Trends This Saturday"
Chen Jiaxian clicked on the questionnaire star and saw five dating venues listed in it. Han Fang thoughtfully added pictures. In addition to niche movies, popular musicals, skateboarding, and skiing, there are even options for petting dogs at offline dog parties across the city.
It's really useful.
Chen Jiaxian smiled. She thought about it and clicked the option "Skiing", then jumped to the question: What do you want to eat after skiing?
It still lists several restaurant options, and the pictures are also thoughtfully provided.
After Chen Jiaxian filled out the questionnaire, Han Fang sent an "OK" message.
During the rest of the night, Chen Jiaxian checked a lot of information about Changlefang and Banyan Tree until she fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Chen Jiaxian ran to Xunfengli at 6 o'clock for the purpose of shooting. The early morning light is soft and beautiful, and Lao Xiguan, who is gradually waking up, is bathed in the morning light.
Chen Jiaxian originally thought that the information she reviewed was comprehensive enough. But in Grandma Jin’s ancient lectures, she heard a common memory that was not recorded in the book and belonged to this land.
Every old man is a walking oral history database. The tide of the times will eventually fade, and in the grand common praise, personal memories will gradually become blurred as people age.
"Plenty of things is cheap, and many people are cheap," Grandma Jin recalled. "Have you seen the flood in Litchi Bay? When the current situation is turbulent, in order to gain the ability to escape, every household forces their children to learn to swim, throw a bed board or I picked up a piece of broken tree and gave it to you to hug. After a few days of familiarity, I rushed to the middle of the river. It was useless to let you scream and shout. If you want to live, you must be a "dead chicken" and be able to float in the water. stand up."
"In those years when the chaos broke out, the roads were blocked at every turn, so we often went out by boat." Grandma Jin stroked the big banyan tree and said to the camera, "And this tree was specially planted to provide shade for people riding on boats. of."
"We call it the 'River Tree'."
"Today's 'fang' sounds like a very traditional and literary word, but in fact, 'fang' was created because people lived there. Changlefang used to be Yonglefang, Taipingfang, Tongfufang... We You can walk directly to the river from the village where you live. We planted the banyan tree at the junction of the villages. As long as we wait under the tree, we can wait for the boats coming in."
Chen Jiaxian couldn't help but ask: "If the general environment makes people lose hope, how can we survive it?"
Grandma Jin said: "Stay with it? It's not difficult. As long as there is a little hope and a little sweetness, people can live a good life."
Chen Jiaxian was speechless.
What she is pursuing is just a little bit of sweetness and a negligible foothold, isn't it?
Grandma Jin said: "You probably can't imagine it. In turbulent times, as long as there is transportation, it represents hope. After so many years, the times have become stable, and we no longer need to travel by boat, but when I see the banyan tree, I still feel in my heart Expect something.”
Time flies, and the girl suddenly becomes an old man. The banyan tree does not speak, but it is always full of vitality and rich in green.
The tide of time will eventually wash away all unnecessary decorations. Wealth, status, power, gains and losses, and glory will all be wiped out in the long river of time. Life and death rotate silently, and only the original vitality will always be on this land, between heaven and earth, endlessly.
"We cannot choose the era in which we live. We have no energy or intention to care about the scars of the era. Living itself does not require any verbal explanation. We just try our best to live and look forward to a better life."
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After returning to the office, Chen Jiaxian and Zhou Yixing met to look at the materials. When Grandma Jin talked about "a little bit of sweetness, a little bit of hope", Zhou Yixing pressed the pause button.
"This can be combined with the topic of her waiting for love." Zhou Yixing wrote in the memo.
Chen Jiaxian said: "She is not referring to love. She is not relying on love."
Zhou Yixing showed no expression: "That's not important." What matters is what the audience wants to see and where the traffic is.
Live hard, live better, vitality, these are not important, only love is important. When Zhou Yixing saw this, he directly dragged the progress bar back.
Chen Jiaxian wanted to say something, but she thought of her performance indicators and the wave of layoffs, and finally said nothing.
In the evening, everyone received the weekly performance report in their mailbox on time. Chen Jiaxian looked at her pitifully low performance completion rate and felt particularly dazzling.
She took off the "High Commissioner" badge wrapped around her neck and breathed out tiredly.
Hives appear faintly on the skin again.
The collaborative office flashed, and Zhou Yixing knocked on her: "Why haven't you posted the video yet?"
Chen Jiaxian closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair. The scar from her forehead to the corner of her eye ached again. She stretched out her hand to press the corners of her eyes, which felt sore and dry.
After a while, she sat up straight, opened her bank card balance, looked at it, and then uploaded the video.
Zhou Yixing knocked her again: "No, Chen Jiaxian, do you want to piss me off? Why don't you use the hashtag of waiting for love?!"
Chen Jiaxian ignored it.
She closed her little red book, picked up her bag, and went home from get off work. As she opened the door, she pulled off her black suit jacket, breathed a long sigh of relief, and lay down on the bed in the dormitory.
Just as my hair hit the pillow, my phone rang.
Chen Jiaxian frowned, but still opened her eyes and saw the caller ID: Yang Zhi.
She sat up straight: "Mr. Yang."
Yang Zhi reported the address of the club built by Yuecheng Company: "Everyone of you must come to the land reception tonight, it will make us lively."
Chen Jiaxian certainly had no right to refuse: "...Mr. Yang. Do you need a drink?"
Yang Zhi said, "Just come over and have a toast."
Chen Jiaxian sighed: "Okay."
The black suit jacket she had just taken off was put on again. In order to prevent herself from getting drunk so easily, Chen Jiaxian stood at the door of the small supermarket, tore open the plastic wrap, wolfed down a cheap flavored bun, and then took a taxi to the club. There was some traffic jam on the road, so Yang Zhi arranged for Wang Qian at the front desk to make three phone calls to urge her.
Almost everyone in the Yuecheng branch was there, except Yu Ben.
Inside the closed door of the private room, sat the top of the pyramid that held Yuecheng's wealth and power in his hands.
Because someone at the top of the pyramid said "I like the excitement", all those who return home from work must put on their formal clothes again and return to the business world with a smile on their faces.
And a small character like Chen Jiaxian doesn't even have a chance to play at the table. At most, she is just a joiner in the fun.
