At 7:58, Chen Jiaxian hasn’t come yet.
Pan Qiaomu called Han Fang again: "Where are the people at the mobile post?"
Han Fang lowered his head and sent a few WeChat messages: "Come here, come here, you'll be there soon." He raised his head, "Brother Qiao Mu, aren't you cold?"
Pan Qiaomu paused, expressionless: "It's not cold."
Han Fang said: "But..."
Pan Qiaomu interrupted him: "Your workload is not full?"
South Korea quickly ran to maintain order. There were many people waiting to watch the fireworks on the ground, and he organized everyone to sit in a row.
Zhou Yixing ran over: "I'm here to help. Where do you need support?"
Han Fang asked: "Aren't you with Chen Jiaxian? Where is she? Get her over quickly. It's almost eight o'clock."
Zhou Yixing deliberately let Chen Jiaxian, who was celebrating her birthday, take a break: "She went to the toilet."
Han Fang stared at Zhou Yixing for a while, but Zhou Yixing's expression remained unchanged. After a few seconds, Han Fang lowered his voice: "Please tell me honestly, Chen Jiaxian skipped work."
Zhou Yixing turned away from him impatiently: "What are you talking nonsense about? Do I want to arrest people for attendance and also arrest people for going to the toilet?"
Han Fang said anxiously: "Excuse! What if Mr. Pan checks the post? The fireworks are quite beautiful, so she might as well just come over and have a look."
Zhou Yixing was very calm: "Brother Qiao Mu has so many people under his command, even if we check the police, we can't find Chen Jiaxian. Who hasn't seen the fireworks? If you don't want to see it, don't watch it."
From a distance, Pan Qiaomu looked over.
…
Chen Jiaxian hid beside the deserted river, staring at the dark water in a daze.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the cheers of the crowd came from the distance——
Fireworks!
Bang bang bang bang, four clusters of fireworks shot up into the night sky, competing to burst into bloom like clouds and clouds. Chen Jiaxian subconsciously looked up following the sound, and her upturned face was illuminated by the fireworks.
Beside the quiet river, there is no one around, and the river flows gurglingly. She raised her face and blinked hard. Colorful colors spilled into her eyes, making them sore.
Chen Jiaxian suddenly discovered that no matter how much hardship she has endured, how long she has traveled, or how cold she has experienced, in fact, all difficulties will eventually pass.
Several more clusters of fireworks slowly climbed up and bloomed silently in the sky.
Even if it's only for a moment, even if no one sees it, it's still stunningly beautiful.
The ephemera of life and death can certainly shake the grand world.
The river has flowed quietly for at least a hundred years, and I don't know how many generations of people have looked up at the night sky here. In the long river of history, life is as fleeting as fireworks, but even if it is short, it must burn regardless of it.
The night sky is grand and majestic. Fireworks are extremely beautiful and bring joy and sorrow to human beings.
Chen Jiaxian leaned against the river, listening to the sound of the wind shaking the banyan tree during the brief interval between the fireworks.
The era is like a river, rolling forward, smoothing out all sorrow and pain; the era is like a banyan tree, standing by the river, forever silent, without joy or sorrow.
The joys and sorrows are only the flowing time, the joys and sorrows are the short life like a mayfly.
Chen Jiaxian.
Happy birthday.
She said softly to herself.
Even if it will eventually become an ember, it must burn brightly regardless.
…
Chen Jiaxian breathed a sigh of relief.
Colors lit up overhead. She lowered her gaze and looked at the dark river. Looking up again, on the other side of the narrow river, there was a little red in the dark night.
It takes some time for eyes illuminated by fireworks to adjust to the darkness. Amid the grand commotion, Pan Qiaomu stood on the other side of the river with a cigarette in his hand, looking at her.
Several clusters of fireworks went up one after another, and Pan Qiaomu's face smelled of silence and danger under the colorful flow.
His light amber eyes were dyed different colors by the color of the fireworks.
The two met their eyes.
Chen Jiaxian's cell phone vibrated. It was Pan Qiaomu's call. But his number was on her blacklist, and the call automatically hung up.
Pan Qiaomu sneered, raised his phone at her, and pointed.
Chen Jiaxian did not cancel his blacklist, but dialed back using the co-working voice.
Pan Qiaomu's voice was suppressed with annoyance: "Are you skipping my class?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "You didn't let me take a vacation."
After saying this, Chen Jiaxian felt something was inappropriate. This is not the way superiors and subordinates should speak.
So she said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I'm too tired. I'll go right away."
She turned to leave.
Pan Qiaomu's voice became even louder: "Come back."
Chen Jiaxian stopped and turned to look at him.
On the other side of the river, Pan Qiaomu glanced at the time, and his platinum watch flashed: "It's almost over, please rest."
Chen Jiaxian said: "Oh."
The two people leaned on both sides of the river, neither of them spoke, but they didn't hang up either. For a moment, a slight breathing sound came through the earphones and hit Chen Jiaxian's ears.
She raised her head and saw a dim full moon behind the brilliant fireworks.
she remembered.
At the beginning of the story, when she and he didn't need to use relationships, commitments, and sincerity to limit anything, prove anything, or avoid anything, it was simpler and easier.
Because only people are close to each other, and there is no need to bear the scratches of soul-to-soul collision.
There is no end to Keren's desires.
A little sweet and you'll want more.
…
what do you want?
I want you.
…
The past, the past, the past, the past, the moon, this feeling and this scenery are in my heart.
Pan Qiaomu said: "Chen Jiaxian, what do you want?"
Chen Jiaxian stared at the night sky.
"I want love," she said slowly and firmly, "not to be chosen by the second best. But to have everything go smoothly and everything goes well. I want everything to follow my heart, and all choices come from my original intention. I will always be at peace. , everlasting joy. If not, I would rather not have it.”
Pan Qiaomu didn't speak for a long time.
The wind stretched and entwined transparently in the banyan trees. Pan Qiaomu said: "Look up."
There was a loud bang, and the crowd suddenly became excited. Huge fireworks illuminate half of the night sky, and the flickering flames are like stars in the vast universe.
Happy Birthday
Chen Jiaxian clenched her phone in disbelief. She looked up at the grand fireworks in the night sky that were obviously coming for her, and was lost in thought for a long time.
There were two more loud noises, and the two Arabic numerals "2" and "1" were outlined next to "Happy Birthday" that had not yet dissipated.
Chen Jiaxian looked at Pan Qiaomu. But her eyes lit by fireworks could not adapt to the darkness again, and she could not see Pan Qiaomu's face.
On the phone, Pan Qiaomu said: "Happy birthday, Chen Jiaxian."
He added a very embarrassing statement: "I paid for these three fireworks myself. I have professional ethics."
Chen Jiaxian laughed.
She suddenly said: "Why."
Her question was confusing, but Pan Qiaomu could understand it.
Pan Qiaomu said: "Because of your outstanding efforts and achievements. Even if we have never started, I will light fireworks for you - because your achievements deserve to be seen. I hope your achievements are seen."
He looked at Chen Jiaxian: "Respect the ambition."
He put out the cigarette, held it loosely between his fingers, and turned to leave.
