That year, Zhao Yuan worked part-time as a tutor outside for two months, and for a period of time he needed to do it from half past four in the afternoon to half past six. At half past six, I left the child's house called Nian Nian and took the bus back, and the cafeteria was already closed.

Qin Yiyu took pity on her and offered to make dinner for her, and put it in the boys' bedroom and wait for her to come back to eat.

Every time the hungry Zhao ran to the boys' dormitory in the night, and saw the lights in a room and the food on the table, he had the illusion of returning home.

Qin Yiyu specially bought a small alcohol stove, and when he saw Yuan Yuan coming back, he lit the alcohol stove and put every meal hot and hot in front of Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan was eating, and he was reading a book next to him.

Zhao Yuan finished eating, and he went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Every once in a while, looking at his busy back, Zhao Yuan especially wanted to marry him......

Later, when he stopped being a tutor, Zhao Yuan always thought about doing something for him.

She weighed a few taels of white fine cashmere thread and learned to weave a scarf with Huang Qiaoxia in the same bedroom. Stitch by stitch, fine and dense, although the weaving is not very smooth, but she works hard there every day.

On Christmas Eve, fine snowflakes drifted in the air in Nancheng, and Zhao Yuan's handmade cashmere scarf lasted a month, and it was finally woven. She bought a beautiful gift box, folded the scarf neatly inside, and gave it to Qin Yiyu.

Qin Yiyu put the scarf around his neck and tried it, and said with a smile: "It's too literary." With that, he took off his scarf and put it back in the box.

He didn't wear the scarf again. Zhao Yuan asked him why, and he said, "It's easy to get old if it's surrounded." I couldn't bear to get old, so I kept it in a box. ”

The scarf was exactly the same as the one in my hand - white, hand-knitted, convex and concave, soft and soft.

But now, why did this man give him back the scarf he had given him? Is it to say that he has broken off his friendship, or is there something else?

Just pondering, Yi Yangfeng next to him let out another exclamation: "Sister Yuan, there is a lilac letter in the box, what a beautiful paper!"

Zhao Yuan picked up the lilac letter, and saw an ancient poem written on it, and the font was a strong and powerful regular script, as if it was printed from a machine:

Seven Laws. Mid-Autumn

The autumn mountains and trees are moving, and the bright moon is full of seas.

The star on duty Cao Feng is on a stagecoach, and the news of the year asks the song warbler.

The window contains a white mirage, and there is a cold sound of the wild being exposed.

You Mi follows the old man, so the people think of Jun in the detention process.

Yi Yangfeng leaned over, read a few of the above verses, and asked a little inexplicably: "Sister Yuan, what does this mean? Why can't I understand a single word?"

Yi Yangfeng's philology is not good. Modern Chinese can still be understood, and ancient Chinese, as long as it has not been learned in textbooks, is a book of heaven for him.

Zhao Yuan smiled faintly: "Maybe it's the advertising slogan that comes with the manufacturer who sells scarves." ”

Yi Yangfeng's eyes widened: "Who can understand such an advertising slogan?"

Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "If you can't understand it, you can show the height of the product." ”

Yi Yangfeng touched his chin: "But what does Chairman Qin mean by giving you such a scarf?"

Zhao Yuan glared at him: "How do I know? ”

Yi Yangfeng guessed: "Is it to give benefits to the representatives of the design institute, so that your design institute can do more for the project when designing?"

Zhao Yuan nodded secretly: "Maybe." ”

Yi Yangfeng took the scarf in his hand again and looked at it: "Chairman Qin is too tasteless, this scarf is so roughly woven, he is embarrassed to give it away as a benefit." ”

Zhao Yuan blushed slightly: "It's hand-woven, it's inevitable that it's rough, maybe it's a unique product." ”

Yi Yangfeng laughed: "Instead of this kind of shoddy one-of-a-kind product, it is better to go to the mall and buy a machine-woven best-selling product, at least it is smoother and looks more high-end." ”

Zhao Yuan glared at him fiercely: "I see that you didn't receive the scarf, so you're jealous." ”

Yi Yangfeng said: "If such a scarf is given to me, I don't want it yet." ”

Zhao Yuan picked up the box and patted him on the back angrily: "Your curiosity has been completely satisfied, why don't you go back to your own office quickly."

When Yi Yangfeng walked out of the office, Zhao Yuan closed the door and pondered: "The autumn mountains and trees are moving, and the bright moon is full of seas. The star on duty Cao Feng is on a stagecoach, and the news of the year asks the song warbler. The window contains a white mirage, and there is a cold sound of the wild being exposed. You Mi follows the old man, so the people think of Jun in the detention process. Obviously, there is a strong sense of longing in the whole poem, but why did he send this scarf back?"

Zhao Yuan picked up the lilac letter again, read the poem, flipped it over, and found that there was a line of small characters written on the back of the letter, which was a line of writing with elegance in the vigor he often wrote:

"Far away, this scarf was made by someone I found to be compared to the previous one. Every time I see things and think about people, I hope you can always be by my side. ”

Is it still possible now? Zhao Yuan sighed, folded the scarf, put it back in the box with the letterhead, and then put the box in a drawer at the back of the desk.

On December 20th, it was the annual year-end debriefing time of the Design Institute.

In previous years, Zhao Yuan participated in the debriefing of the designers of the construction engineering room. The designer's debriefing has little to do with the issuance of bonuses, and the judges only have the director and a few directors, so the atmosphere is relatively relaxed, everyone is nothing more than to talk about what projects they have done this year, what design experience and lessons have been accumulated, and then express the determination to contribute to the design institute is over, and the time for each debriefing will not exceed three minutes.

But this year, Zhao Yuan participated in the collective debriefing of the project manager. The judges of the project manager's debriefing are several deans, vice presidents and chief engineers. They will score each project manager according to their debriefing, and the score will directly affect the distribution of year-end bonuses and the selection of outstanding project managers of the year.

This greatly stimulated the enthusiasm of the project managers to report on their work. Each project manager's debriefing report was written several pages with gusto. Their time limit for debriefing is not more than 10 minutes, but many project managers are still unsatisfied after 10 minutes, and a few of them have already reached the time, and they are cheeky enough to say a few more words.

Zhao Yuan was the last to play. Her debriefing report, as in previous years, was only two pages long, and she couldn't find anything to say. I simply read it clearly according to the pronunciation of the debriefing report.

Maybe everyone is tired of debriefing, or maybe it's already past the end of work, and everyone's stomach is hungry. Anyway, after Zhao Yuan's three-minute debriefing report was read, the audience immediately burst into the warmest applause in this debriefing meeting.

The dean stood up amid applause, made a few concluding remarks, and finally announced the successful conclusion of the debriefing.

A few days later, the prize money was approved. Zhao Yuan saw the figures given by the Finance Department, and although he had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be excited in his heart.

The year-end bonus of 260,000 yuan is definitely a great benefit for Zhao Xiao.

In the first two years, although the drawings were not less than those drawn this year, the prize money was at most 100,000 yuan. I didn't expect to be a project manager this year, and the bonus has more than doubled.

On December 31st, the last day of the year, the prize money arrived.

A few days ago, she took the make-up road test, and she passed the test successfully. The driving school rushed to New Year's Eve and issued her driver's license.

As soon as New Year's Day arrived, she called her two cousins, Qi Wu and Qi Wen, to go to the car market to buy the green beetle she had been dreaming of for a long time.

The little aunt has a lot of complaints about this toy car-like beetle, but cousin Lu Qin and little cousin Qian Xingyang like it very much, and they don't want to get off when they sit in her car.

With a new car, Zhao Yuan struck while the iron was hot and drove it everywhere, wanting to become a skilled old driver as soon as possible.

Yi Yangfeng took the initiative to apply and became her sparring partner when she was commuting.

On January 2, just after the New Year's Day, Zhao Yuan drove a new car to work for the first time.

Going up to Nanshan, the road is narrow and steep, and the mountain road is winding. Although Yi Yangfeng sat on the side to guide, Zhao Yuan's back was still wet with sweat.

It took a few reversing to park the Beetle in the garage. Zhao Yuan opened the car door and walked down, let out a long sigh of relief, and suddenly saw the familiar black Bentley parked not far away.

His car is parked here, is his people back?

The last time I saw him was in October. In order to snatch his wallet back, his arm was scratched by the gangsters. And apart from sending him a little ejiao, he has no way to give anything more......

The cold shoulder was patted by Yi Yangfeng:

"Sister Yuan, why are you in a daze? Let's go to the office, we're all going to be late. ”

It's still a bit lonely in a one-man office. As soon as Zhao Yuan sat down on the wide leather seat, Xue Ni called to inform him that it was the company's New Year's propaganda conference and invited Zhao Yuan to attend it.

Sitting in the full conference hall, after the host announced the start of the meeting, the first person to be invited to speak was Qin Yiyu, vice chairman of the group, who came all the way from the headquarters.

When he was in college, Zhao Xiao once sat in the school auditorium and watched Qin Yiyu's recitation of a soundtrack poem. At that time, he was full of spirit, affectionate, and his grasp and interpretation of poetry were very tense, and he won the first place in the soundtrack poetry recitation contest without any suspense.

And now as soon as he sat on the stage, the whole venue was immediately silent. His expression was grim, and there was a kind of majesty in his own without speaking.

After briefly outlining the development status of Yangfan Group last year, he finally showed the poetic side that Zhao Yuan was familiar with, and enthusiastically encouraged all employees to follow the company's philosophy with gorgeous rhetoric, and make brilliant achievements in the new year.

After his speech, the whole venue burst into prolonged applause.

Zhao Yuan also applauded - from the perspective of speech alone, although his speech was not long, it was well detailed and full of emotion, which can be called a perfect motivational speech.

Next, the general manager of the group in Jiangcheng and the heads of various departments also took the stage to speak.

Zhao Yuan was a little absent-minded. Her gaze bypassed the dense crowd of people in the venue and landed on the back of Qin Yiyu in the front row.

It is said that work is the charm of men, and men who do well are the most attractive men. It's a pity that the most attractive man in front of him has no chance with him after all.