Zheng always has a habit of eating in the office, after all, he has a lot of all-nighters at the company, and he goes home alone.

I opened the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and rummaged through it to find a bag of dumplings.

It was a little difficult to take it out, the plastic bag was slag, and the ice slag was foaming, Zheng Xinfeng opened the bag and took one out and looked at it carefully in his hand, "It doesn't seem to be a dumpling...... Glutinous rice balls are also fine. ”

Take a bite and the dumpling skin is crunchy.

After smelling the meat filling again, Secretary Zheng said to himself: "It's not broken, is it? ”

I lit the electric stove and added water.

He turned around and found an unfinished bottle of red wine in the cupboard, and then poured a large goblet and placed it on the table.

The water is boiling, the steam is rising, and the eyes are foggy, and the dumplings are in a hurry......

That time, Zheng Xinfeng said: "I don't eat McDonald's, I hate McDonald's." ”

Qu Mo actually found out why he hated McDonald's later, and she was just helpless at that time, saying, "Then what do you want to eat?"

"Dumplings. ”

“…… Okay, I'll buy it. ”

"Buy, you are a female secretary, you don't even know such professional skills as making dumplings, how did you come out and mix?"

"I, whose secretary ......"

"My family's will have to know. ”

“…… Okay, I'll try it tomorrow. First of all, I haven't made dumplings. ”

The dumplings were pinched that time, and if you count, it's a bit old, and it's been more than a hundred days, to say the least.

"Will you die if you eat it?" Zheng Xinfeng comforted himself and said, "Just think of it as bacon." ”

The dumplings floated up from the bottom of the water, and they looked cooked, but the colander of the dumplings couldn't be found, Zheng Xinfeng turned off the heat, put a plate of soy sauce and vinegar in front of him, and ate it in the pot.

Clip one, dip it in vinegar, blow hot air, put it in your mouth, Mr. Zheng is alone, and he just eats a pot of expired dumplings out of the hot pot.

"Happy New Year, Secretary Zheng. After he finished speaking, he took a solemn sip of red wine.

This is also Jiang Che's absence, if he is, he should send Secretary Zheng a song:

[You think I am exaggerated, exaggerated just because I am afraid, like wood, like stone, do you get noticed?

In fact, I'm afraid of being forgotten to magnify it.

…… I'm going to stir up an accident...... Anywhere is like opening a four-sided platform......]

From the perspective of personality, it is not after business that Secretary Zheng is like this. As early as back then, when he was still in school, as the little prince of breakdancing, Secretary Zheng was already like this.

He's a guy who won't be easily noticed, even if he's actually having a bad and miserable life. Just like the three years of secondary school, except for Jiang Che, no one knew anything about his family situation, and judging by his daily performance, he thought that he must be quite harmonious and happy.

In the night, Qu Mo parked the car under the fence behind the company and looked up.

The lights in that office were on, and her heart trembled.

There was a bag of fresh dumplings in the passenger seat at hand, all neatly folded, delicate and beautiful.

When I went home for the New Year, the dumplings made my parents and grandparents stunned, and they laughed and praised......

After all, I couldn't help it, and made an excuse to come out and take a look.

In fact, on the plane that left at that time, Qu Mo also knew who should be sitting in the empty seat.

However, in this entangled relationship between two people who were originally free and easy, she could only choose to wait.

This is not because she is reserved, but because she is actually the weak party in this relationship. She already has a clear attitude, so she can only wait for Zheng Xinfeng to think clearly and be sure of herself, and then come to her.

Qu Mo knows better than anyone that as long as he comes, he can't escape...... That's a scoundrel, but she still likes it.

A figure with a wine glass appears in the window.

Qu Mo turned off the fire and hid in the dark, she was too familiar with that office, and knowing this, he couldn't see himself.

She didn't leave until the people at the window stopped showing up and her family kept calling and urging her.

…………

The first day of the new year, Linzhou.

Tang Yue untied his apron, left the last bit of work to Jiang's mother and Lingchun, and found Jiang Che.

"I'm looking for your favor. Tang Yue said.

"Sister Xiaoyue, you say. Jiang Che replied.

"Sister Suyun arranges a blind date for the big move......"

"Arranged again?"

"Trick 22, as big as you, and he doesn't read. And how can it be counted last time? After last time, he has not been found, and he is about to ruin the reputation of other girls' marriage gifts. Tang Yue said: "Sister Su Yun said that she didn't want to go, and I can't talk about him." ”

"So I'm going to say it?" Jiang Che meant, it's not good for me to say, and his own principles have always been not to interfere in the emotional problems around him.

"Well, it's good if you force him to go unreasonably, and do me a favor. Tang Yue said: "I don't dare to disobey you." ”

Deep City, Kobo Temple.

That is, the temple where Zheng Xinfeng and Jiang Che first met Huang Guangyi.

The temple has prospered a lot in the past six months, and at the beginning of the year, there was a huge flow of people, Zheng Xinfeng had nothing to do anyway, and he honestly followed the queue and offered incense.

Then I lined up again and asked the master to "unsign and chat".

After a few rounds of courtesy, he stayed in line until lunchtime.

Mr. Zheng has never asked for a signature.

The master looked at his empty hands, and said in his heart, "What are you doing here?"

"Master, I'm confused, can we talk?" Zheng Xinfeng said.

The master nodded reluctantly, "Donor, please speak." ”

"It's a matter of feelings...... Can we talk?"

"Of course. The master said with a little interest.

"That's good. Here's the thing, I used to have a relationship ...... "Zheng Xinfeng chattered for about half an hour, from the age of 19 to the present, he is 22 years old, and he talked about Xiaochi pepper to Qumo.

After speaking, there was no response.

"Master...... Master?" Zheng Xinfeng roared, "Master!"

The master jumped up and almost soared straight up.

"Who?!what??!what?!!?

"Oh, donor...... Are you still there?"

Zheng Xinfeng, "Well, master, I just said that I have emotional problems and can't make up my mind...... Forget it, I'll tell you again, master, right?"

"Donor...... Please be brief, okay?" the master struggled to control himself.

"Hmm. This time, the empathetic Secretary Zheng only spoke for about ten minutes.

After hearing this, the master bowed his head thoughtfully.

The benefactor's confusion, the poor monk understood. The master raised his eyes to look at the spire of the treasure hall in the distance, and said thoughtfully: "But this matter, the donor asked me, but it is actually useless. ”

Zheng Xinfeng thought for a while, pointed to himself and said, "What does the master mean, I have to ask my own heart?"

The master didn't answer, and continued to say to himself: "Actually, when the poor monk was young, he was in Hongchen, and he also had a few undecided feelings, and he also ......had a few kisses."

Is this to solve the puzzle?

Zheng Xinfeng got serious and asked, "What happened later?"

"Later......" the master sat cross-legged and slowly spread his arms, "Donor, are you blind?"

He is in his fifties, with a Buddhist bead in his left hand, a monk's robe, a wooden fish on his right hand, and a ring scar on his bald head.

"Does the donor think it's useful to ask me?"

"I think...... Like, it's useless. ”