The TV in the tea room was ringing, and the laughter of tourists and the sound of announcements could be heard in the office.
The office door is closed tightly. Yu Ben sat alone, immersed in the moonlight.
He didn't turn on the light.
The computer in front of him flashed a dazzling white light, showing that he had a new email from Shi Yuan.
But Yu Ben didn't open it.
He stirred the instant noodles with his fork, put the noodles into his mouth, and bit into them hard.
A long time ago, Guan Xi's words echoed in his ears. He still remembered her sad voice.
——Who cares if we advance so hard?
——Only a few people can keep up with the times. From birth to death, people will eventually become abandoned by time. Even for ourselves, we have to care.
…
After Li Zhuoxiu accepted the live interview, Jun Ziyi personally helped her to the side to rest, and smiled and asked the reporter to send the interview draft to the project public relations department for review.
"Zhang Zhiyao is currently on annual leave for 15 days in a row." Others in the secretariat told Jun Ziyi.
Jun Ziyi was surprised.
Zhang Zhiyao takes 15 consecutive days of annual leave?
How could a dedicated personal assistant, who has been around the old president for more than ten years, take 15 days of annual leave? How could the old president approve it?
…
Shi Yuan ended the interview. The secretary came forward and took the black suit he took off; the deputy secretary opened the car door for him.
Shi Yuan got into the black car.
After a while, he asked the secretary: "Did Yu Ben reply to my email?"
The secretary checked the mailbox and told Shi Yuan: "Mr. Yu hasn't read this email yet."
…
Pan Qiaomu and Guan Xi stood side by side in the surging crowd.
Pan Qiaomu said: "When you descended to Changlefang, did you ever think that a day like this would happen?"
Guan Xi shook his head.
"I never dreamed of it." Guan Xi said frankly, "This situation is even better than the best I could have imagined."
Pan Qiaomu stared at the lights in the distance.
The temporarily hired lion dance team is performing hard.
He suddenly chuckled: "You are the best at pretending. You seem to be confident, but you are also taking a gamble. You have no idea whether your idea will work in Changlefang. You just ran over and pretended. He looked very determined and lied to all of us, including Yu Bi, including me, to come up with resources and contacts and work with you to build this cultural industry."
Guan Xi's delicate long hair was blown up by the wind. How can such a decent and elegant appearance not be a disguise in the commercial society.
She faced the evening breeze and smiled slightly, without any trace of the ferocious look she had when she was young: "Now that you have succeeded, what's the point of saying this."
Pan Qiaomu said: "Yes, it has nothing to do with me. I only care about commercial value."
Some tourists came looking for the restroom. Pan Qiaomu stepped forward with a smile to show the way. The tourists stared at his face and screamed. Pan Qiaomu took the photo with him in a good manner.
After Pan Qiaomu finished his work, Guan Xi said: "You are the toughest talker. Don't you realize your changes? Why do you still stubbornly believe that you only care about commercial value? From hand-made copper to intangible cultural heritage street, you also It takes a lot. Your actions change faster than your ideas."
Pan Qiaomu refused to admit it: "Whatever, you name it."
The two of them leaned against the railing of Lychee Bay, listening to the sound of water, each lost in thought.
Pan Qiaomu suddenly said: "I will take a day of annual leave tomorrow. Please help me keep an eye on this matter."
Pan Qiaomu has never taken a full day of annual leave since joining the company.
At his level, there is no time to take a full day off, and according to Pan Qiaomu, he doesn't even have time to answer work calls.
"Is there something urgent at home?" Guan Xi asked, "The main reason is that I have something very important tomorrow, so I may not be able to help you."
Pan Qiaomu said firmly: "Yes. I have something to do and it's very important. Can you be accommodating?"
Guan Xi spread his hands: "My matters are also important."
The two looked at each other.
…
Han Fang howled: "What, I have to take calls from Brother Qiaomu and Sister Xi tomorrow?!"
Chen Jiaxian packed up the instant noodle box in her hand and threw it into the trash can: "What do you mean, Brother Qiaomu and Sister Xi will not be here tomorrow?"
Han Fang sighed repeatedly: "Brother Qiaomu and Sister Xi will both take annual leave tomorrow."
Zhou Yixing just walked into the tea room and grabbed Chen Jiaxian: "Have you seen the latest schedule? You and I will take shifts tomorrow night."
Han Fang continued to complain: "After Changlefang became popular, everyone had to work overtime. It's so miserable. But the worst one is me - Zhou Zhou! Are you free to support my work during the day tomorrow?"
Zhou Yixing refused: "No. I'm on vacation tomorrow."
Han Fang was traumatized by the vacationers in the world and became autistic.
Chen Jiaxian thought for a while. If the two leaders above her are not here, and neither is Zhou Yixing, she can take a day off.
Although she is the most insignificant part of this grand achievement, but——
She endured a lot of hardships, took many detours, made many compromises, met and saw many people again, and finally achieved the first trivial success that she recognized.
Thanks for your hard work. she whispered to herself.
Then I turned on my phone and wanted to give myself a reward.
She was picking through Meituan, and her eyes fell on a cake that cost just over fifty yuan.
Stiffly white cream, ugly pink flamingos, decorated with rose-red feathers. It doesn’t look delicious, the color scheme is tacky, loud and joyful.
But this is the cake she wanted when she was 12 years old, and it is the blessing she has never received in her life.
Chen Jiaxian sent a WeChat message to the merchant: "Will you send candles? Can you customize birthday wishes?"
The merchant said: "Birthday cakes can only be ordered one day in advance. It's too late now. Candles can be sent."
Chen Jiaxian was a little disappointed: "No?"
The merchant sent a few pictures: "You can look at the others."
Chen Jiaxian searched all over the Internet, and finally had to settle for the next best thing and chose another one. She made a note that she wanted two candles, one "2" and one "1". Just as I was about to pay, the collaborative office rang.
Her application for leave was rejected by Pan Qiaomu.
Chen Jiaxian angrily applied again and noted: "I really need this vacation, thank you for your understanding!"
Pan Qiaomu called back again: "No approval."
very good.
Chen Jiaxian exited the payment interface angrily.
…
Zhou Yixing is away, and Chen Jiaxian loses her food and milk tea partners. She scribbled in the canteen at noon, and returned to the project in the afternoon to sort out the schedule for the festival performance.
As for birthdays - growing up, only my brother's birthday is my birthday.
The daughter is an outsider.
She celebrated Chen Jiahao's birthday and never celebrated her own birthday.
But for the entire day, her cell phone was extremely quiet, with no message at all. For fear of missing something, she opened the WeChat messages between her parents and Chen Jiahao and took a look.
Not a single message.
Chen Jiaxian couldn't explain how she felt.
Interviews with Changlefang from various media outlets, cheering crowds, and bustling old streets were played on the TV in a loop. The interview clip even showed Pan Qiaomu taking photos with tourists. Everything is prosperous and happy.
Chen Jiaxian clicked on print, stood beside the printer in a daze, then gathered the warm paper and held it to her heart, trying to get some warmth.
Holding the plan in hand, she looked sadly at the skylight outside, which was already gradually dimming.
This is how her birthday ended. The day she was born. A little cold, calm and ordinary.
If that little baby girl knew early on, she was destined to be unloved.
Destined to be the second best choice.
Doomed to accept imperfection. Unsatisfactory.
Then she would rather she had never been born.
At this moment, Chen Jiaxian could only draw warmth from the printing paper. She looked at the dim window and her blurry shadow reflected on the glass.
She wiped her eyes and wished she had never been born.
