After Yao Rou returned to the factory, Zhang Mingxia was still a little unrelieved, so she called Zhang Zhihan and asked Yao Rou about wrestling. Zhang Zhihan, the www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun Pavilion, also wanted her to introduce the ins and outs of this matter and the things that amazed the whole factory when Yao Rou came, and said that she would pay attention to this matter and take care of Yao Rou, please rest assured that Zhang Mingxia would rest assured.

After Zhang Mingxia thanked her, she hung up the phone, still feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

People who have been nervous for a day, after dinner, or in groups of three or five, or pairs of pairs, are invited to the leisure square with green grass and flowers at the entrance of the factory, and under the tall kapok trees by the small river on the side of the factory. On the elegant, quiet and white stone benches, some of them laughed heartily, some sighed quietly, some gazed affectionately, and some hugged tightly. Together with the afterglow of the sunset, the cool breeze, the delicate flowers, and the green grass, they jointly interpret a poignant love story that is romantic, confused and does not know how to end.

Yao Rou came alone to a remote place on the lawn, sat down with a newspaper on the ground, took a stack of letter paper from her bag, took out a pen, and wrote on the paper. She couldn't accept Yang Zhenggang's betrayal in her heart, although she knew that Yang Zhenggang's betrayal was a big misunderstanding, but this became a fact after all. She became more introverted, more stubborn, and more miserable, a mentality that cannot be relieved in the short term, so she was always alone and sad.

Yao Rou was concentrating on writing and revising. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind her: "Ice Beauty, why is you so sentimental here?" Yao Rou didn't look up, didn't pay attention to this person, and still lowered her head to revise the poems she had created.

"I am really grateful that you can come to the medical center to see me that day, and I am flattered to be flattered to be remembered by the ice beauty who is the best in the factory. This person was Ding Yuan, who was helping Yao Rou up in the cafeteria.

"It's you. ”

Yao Rou looked up and saw that it was Ding Yuan standing behind her, her eyes staring at her with a flirtatious gaze.

Of course, Yao Rouyin rarely has contact with this kind of love master, and she can't see Ding Yuan's obscene eyes.

Yao Rou quickly stood up, blushed, then lowered her head and whispered to Ding Yuan again: "Thank you for your enthusiastic help that day, and for being injured for me, for this, I apologize profusely." ”

"What are you talking about, this little thing is still in mind, are you underestimating me Ding Yuan too much?" Ding Yuan raised his eyebrows and said humbly.

"I'm a heartless guy, I rarely care about the gains and losses, as long as I think it's worth doing, I will do it without hesitation, I won't have any worries, and after I'm done, I will run these things out of the clouds, where I will think about so many things, if I always keep in mind the good things I have done, and want to get the reward of the beneficiary, it is not that I have defiled my pure heart. ”

Ding Yuan gushed endlessly, saying that he was upright and tall, the purpose was to make Yao Rou have a good impression and set himself as the object of worship, and then gradually make himself close to Yao Rou's heart, so that she could not leave herself, and finally achieve the goal of possessing her. Taking a step back, as long as she has a good impression of herself, even if she can't get her in the end, you can also take a walk, drink tea, chat, and sing with her, and it is also a kind of hunger and thirst to be accompanied by such a beauty.

"Can you take a look?" Ding Yuan saw the manuscript paper in Yao Rou's hand, and became interested in Yao Rou's manuscript, which was a kind of professional instinct for him as the editor-in-chief, and it was also the reason for talking to girls.

Yao Rou listened to him boast that he didn't blink his eyes, and he didn't even blush his face, thinking that this is also modesty, aren't you here without three hundred taels of silver? Hearing Ding Yuan ask her for her manuscript to read, she blushed and smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that one person has nothing to write and play, and there is nothing to see." ”

Ding Yuan saw Yao Rou's blushing face and smiling, his bones were crispy, and he thought that there were such beautiful people in this world, and he had no makeup and no makeup, this was simply wonderful, for more than 30 years, he had really lived in vain.

This suave and talented Ding Yuan is now thinking about it, but after all, he is a high-minded lonely person who pretends to be Sven, and he will show his personal charm in all aspects to let Yao Rou automatically throw himself into his arms.

Another conceited guy, this guy has more conceited capital than those who came before.

"What? You shouldn't reject me, I just want to see your writing, at this time my professional habits, you know, I am the editor-in-chief of Xinyuan Daily. Ding Yuan spread his hands elegantly and smiled chicly, with an elegant demeanor. That is, Yao Rou, how many so-called literati and scholars she saw when she was in Nanjiang, and she was used to these sour and smelly literati who pretended to be, so she was not surprised by Ding Yuan's posture. For another girl, even his elegance and demeanor have long been captured.

Yao Rou listened to what Ding Yuan said and made sense, as the editor-in-chief, although the newspaper did not run well, he must still have a solid literary foundation and his unique vision, so he handed the manuscript paper to Ding Yuan.

Ding Yuan took a look at it, Yao Rou wrote a group of poems, called "The Four Seasons of Part-time Work". One: Spring

Leaving his hometown alone, he went all the way to the Dongjiang River.

The south is full of gold, and the flowers are good in the season.

Two: Summer

In order to find a job, I am even more confused when I am tired and sleepy.

The amorous broken car accompanies me, and the family is busy with work.

Three: Autumn

It's a good autumn high and refreshing, and I work hard to get food.

The mother of the child is worried. Keep safe on the remittance slip.

Four: Winter

The cold wind and winter rain have been severe, and thinking about relatives and days is also disturbing the heart.

Woke up one night in tears. Fang Zhi dreamed of his father and mother last night.

Ding Yuan was secretly amazed when he saw that Yao Rou had written such an easy-to-understand good poem, and he was also in awe of her talent, and laughed at himself for only caring about Yao Rou's beauty and not discovering her talent. This merry and talented man, who has not yet been a close friend in literature, whether it is a man or a woman, always thinks that he is lonely and seeking defeat, of course, this means that in Xinyuan Group, he has inadvertently found a literary soulmate, which he did not expect at this time.

"Editor-in-Chief Ding, please comment on this limerick poem of mine. Yao Rou didn't think of Ding Yuan's thoughts, because Ding Yuan had certain achievements in literature, so she wanted Ding Yuan to help her make suggestions.

"You don't call it limerick poetry, this poem is more rigorous, or the most understandable to migrant workers, if it is too profound, migrant workers can't understand, how can you be good and quintessential poems, then you can only enjoy yourself, look at your "Four Seasons of Migrant Work", readers not only understand, but also write to the hearts of migrant workers, which will definitely be popular with the public, especially the last two finale poems 'Wake up with tears, only to know that last night dreamed of my father's mother. "After all, Ding Yuan is a leader in literature, and after seeing this excellent and easy-to-understand poem, such as a treasure, an editor-in-chief like him, a beautiful essay attracts him more than a beautiful woman, not to mention that this is a beautiful essay written by a beautiful woman.

"I'm sorry, Editor-in-Chief Ding, this article was commissioned by the magazine "Working World", and I can't give it to you, let's go to the next one. Yao Rou took the manuscript paper, then took out another poem and handed it to Ding Yuan: "Please ask Editor-in-Chief Ding to review this article and see how it goes?"