If love arises between two people who are strangers to each other, how will it begin?

This is a question that no one seems to have predicted in advance.

From Bai Muyan's words, it can be judged that he wants me and Jiang Beisheng to manage this relationship.

It's a pity that he didn't say enough to catch the wind and shadows, and he wasn't honest enough.

After all, someone has investigated that one or several psychological tricks can artificially create a love.

After a sleepless night, the first sight of the stinky salmon the next day was forgotten.

In the face of survival, life can only stand aside, let alone love.

Many years later, I asked Bai Muyan: Why didn't you tell me all the truth that night?

The subtext of this sentence is: If he could have made it clear at the beginning, Jiang Beisheng and I might not have gone so hard.

Bai Muyan looked at Zuo Lan who was haggard on the hospital bed, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a straight line.

At that time, Zuo Lan was no longer just a mild depressed patient, and the recurrence of her illness made her unbearable, not only her body was not as good as before, but her appearance was also gnawed beyond recognition. The most regrettable thing is that those eyes, which used to be as bright as fire, were forced to be hospitalized for treatment on the third day.

That day, Zuo Lan was in good spirits for a rare time, she was as quiet as a well-behaved and obedient little girl, and I peeled half an orange for her. After she took it quietly, she broke it open and ate a petal, and after eating, she suddenly smiled, but as soon as she spoke, the old voice made everyone present sigh: the fragility and insignificance of people in the face of disease.

"At that time, you didn't love deeply enough, and if you said it, you would have no future. ”

Her eyes were cloudy, and she smiled tiredly.

The corners of Bai Muyan's mouth lifted slightly, and the pity in his eyes was squeezed into a bitter smile by a reluctant smile.

Coming out of the ward and returning to the car, Bai Muyan finally took off all his disguises, like a child who had committed a mortal crime, lying on the steering wheel and crying.

When the crying was about to be extinguished, he buried his head and took a long breath and said, "When I knew that Zuo Lan was depressed for Beisheng, I regretted it in my heart. I should tell you everything that night, no matter whether you have a result or not, at least, Zuo Lan can live a little easier. ”

Love is inherently selfish, and Zuo Lan's generosity lies in the fact that she is a patient.

So at that moment, on the one hand, I admired Bai Muyan's selfishness, and on the other hand, I was secretly glad that it was him who regretted it, not me and Jiang Beisheng.

Because right now, as Zuo Lan said, my feelings for Jiang Beisheng are far from deep enough to forgive him for committing all the wrong things, even if all the consequences hide the cause of the incident, I will only run away in fear.

That's an afterword.

Back to the present.

The busyness of the second day, I can hardly find the space that makes me cranky, whether it is life or in life, I am like a spinning top that is desperately whipped by a long rope of thick linen, and I can't stop at all.

"Sister Xiaoqi," when I was about to get off work, I was just lying on the chair and gasping for breath, and the caterpillar ran back in a sweat, with an uneasy face: "The fairy said that this data is too real, and I want to trouble you to improve it again." ”

"This is the third time that this has been fine-tuned, and no matter how perfect it is, even the blind can see the moisture. I knew it was useless to complain, but I couldn't help but complain: "When the time comes, if something really goes wrong, who will be responsible? You or me?"

The caterpillar hung its head, and with both hands pinched the report, it was about to make a hole.

"Forget it, she's the director, I'm a temporary worker, if she wants to improve, let's improve. ”

I sat back down, turned on the standby computer, and immediately entered modify mode.

The caterpillar glanced at me happily, and the gloom on his face was like the rain in June, coming and going as fast as it came.

She was half-bent on her knees and hunched over, as if intending to hold this position and wait.

I've always had a habit of not liking to be watched, and the caterpillar knows best, breaking my rules at the moment, it should be three times in a row by the fairy back, listening to a lot of bad words, and forgetting about it for a while.

He coughed, "Do you have anything else?"

The caterpillar shook his head: "No." ”

"That's just right," I pulled out the meal card from the drawer and threw it to her, "you go to the cafeteria and bring me a boxed lunch." ”

"Sister Xiaoqi, you have bothered to help me so much, how can I let you eat in the cafeteria? ”

"This report, moving a piece of data, all have to be followed up and modified, and it can't be changed in half an hour. I'll talk about the treat later. ”

"So much trouble?"

My hand tapping on the keyboard suddenly froze, and my nerves felt like they had been stung by a bee, and they were numb and painful.

"Have you eaten in the cafeteria at night in the last six months?"

As we were awkward, the Smiling Buddha asked with a chuckle as he glanced at us from behind us.

The caterpillar straightened up, looked in the direction it was looking at, and said, "No." ”

I opened two fingers and pressed my temples, and I exhaled and said, "Is there anything wrong with the cafeteria at night?"

"There is no big problem," I heard a sound of footsteps behind me, and then I spoke, the voice of the smiling Buddha was close to my elbow: "The small problem is that half a year ago, the headquarters required the canteen to strictly implement the disc action, and the logistics department thought that it was too troublesome to report and register every day, so it directly crossed out half of the people who dined at night on the basis of lunch, and the ingredients prepared were reduced by half accordingly." So, if you do decide to eat in the cafeteria, it's best to hurry up and not late. ”

The style of the logistics department has always been fierce and barbaric, and such a bureaucratic style can be regarded as not insulting their consistent traditions.

I knocked on the table: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up." ”

The caterpillar snorted: "Then, that little sister Qi, you are busy first, I'll go." ”

I waved my hand, and the man was gone.

"Don't be like her. ”

The Smiling Buddha leaned on the desk opposite, clasped his hands to his chest, and no one would doubt his sincerity with just the right smile.

"It's not a matter of one or two days, I've long been accustomed to it, and it's not strange. I shook my head and smiled bitterly: "The gaffe just now was not a concern, it was really just an accident, and it was unexpected that she was so unfamiliar with this job that she would use the word 'troublesome'." ”

The Smiling Buddha nodded, expressing an empathetic understanding to me: "Although I joined this department a few years later than you, and I don't know why her only part of the department was assigned to you, but you are right to think so." After all, we serve a state-owned enterprise unit, and the work arrangement does not pay attention to understanding, only the subordinates unconditionally obey the rules of the superiors. Your identity is always a problem. ”

This is really a pot that can't be opened.

I smiled awkwardly: "You also believe the words of the loudspeaker?"

The smiling Buddha raised his head and looked left and right, as if to make sure that there was no third person in the office, I supported half of my face with one hand and looked at him funny: "Say whatever you want, there are only you and me left in the office." ”

The Smiling Buddha retracted his gaze and groaned for a while, his tone was much heavier: "I went to the headquarters this morning to get the information, and I heard some rumors, which probably mean that the situation is not much different from what we guessed yesterday. I think you should find a time to talk to her about this. ”

"She?" I panicked, I couldn't tell which one she was, and asked stupidly, "Who?"

"The director is bent on climbing up, how can she help you?"

"Stinky salmon?"

"She is the source, and if she can discourage the idea of rehiring, all the problems will not exist. ”

The source is not false, but it is also the initiator.

When I thought about it, I really didn't think the Smiling Buddha's proposal was very clever.

If the initiator admits his mistakes, he is not careful, and he is humiliating himself.

I don't want it!

(To be continued)