After all, Cheng Yuzheng has been in the workplace for many years, even if he can't really dislike Wu Jue, the estrangement that has been established cannot be erased. He used the fastest speed to vacate the position of deputy manager of Wu Jue, and many of the core tasks that Wu Jue was responsible for were all taken back without a trace, leaving her only some daily trivial things.

Cheng Yuzheng's way of doing things is very thoughtful, neither letting his colleagues see too much abnormality, nor letting Lin Jiahe find out that something is wrong, looking at the past, it is a normal work arrangement.

Wu Jue is calm on the surface, but his heart has been turbulent. Without touching the core work, it is impossible to understand the operation of Shengshi, so the hope of helping Wei Hong defeat Lin Zheng is even slimmer. She wasn't annoyed in her heart.

What's more, she knew that Cheng Yuzheng was waiting for her to leave, leaving Lin Zheng and leaving Lin Jiahe.

But no matter what, she can't resent Cheng Yuzheng. He was not wrong, but the fault was that they were in different positions.

The results of the primary election of the bidding meeting were announced on Jiangcheng TV, and there was no suspense, and Shengshi won the first place. The news broadcast the grand occasion of the bidding meeting that day, and the picture of the president of Shengshi personally taking the stage to demonstrate set off a heated discussion in Jiangcheng.

The people of Jiangcheng are obviously very willing to hand over the memory of the urban village that belongs to Jiangcheng to this young man.

Even though he had expected the result a long time ago, Lin Jiahe's joy was still beyond words, and there would always be a faint smile on his face on weekdays.

On the weekend, Lin Jiahe changed into a very casual outfit for the first time, a blue plaid shirt and water-milled jeans, and the whole person seemed to be several years younger.

In fact, he was not very old, in his early thirties, it was the best years for men, let alone a man like him at the top of the pyramid.

Wu Jue opened his eyes and saw Lin Jiahe like this.

She frowned without a trace, she was still more accustomed to Lin Jiahe's meticulous strictness.

"The weather is good today, accompany me to the urban village for a walk." Maybe it was really a good mood, Lin Jiahe ignored Wu Jue's abnormality.

Yes, Lin Jiahe attaches so much importance to this project, so he naturally wants to inspect it personally.

Wu Jue got up, even though she knew that the scene that belonged to her might be about to end, but she still had to persevere to the end.

When I arrived in the urban village, I realized that the city that was as prosperous as a river city still hid such a world. At the entrance are several torii gates, which have a long-standing taste. The bluestone street makes a crisp sound when pedestrians step on it. The blue brick and red tile houses on both sides of the street are only two or three floors, and it looks like an ink painting that has been precipitated here for a hundred years. People come and go, noisy and idle. There are very few cars passing through the streets, and if they do, they are very slow. Old people sit on the side of the street playing chess or playing the huqin, and children chase and play in the middle of the road.

But it cannot be denied that this street and the houses next to it are indeed too old, as if the wind will turn into ruins, and the turbid water on the side of the road, and the occasional rat running by show that this ancient street is precarious.

Some things are okay with either guarding. The most important thing is that it is really a bit inconsistent with the high-rise buildings behind it. No wonder the government wants to develop here.

"I lived here until I was in elementary school." Lin Jiahe took Wu Jue's hand and walked into the old street of the urban village, with a faint smile in his tone, "But after I moved out, I rarely came here." The last time I was here was more than ten years ago. But now it seems that the rapid changes outside don't seem to have any effect on this place, and it's still similar to what I remember. ”

Wu Jue turned his head to look at him, and in his eyes, he saw a look that he had never seen before. She didn't know how to describe it, as if there was the silence of the starry sky on a summer night, the warmth of the spring breeze, and a childlike innocence. In short, such a look is too different from Lin Jiahe.

Roughly noticing Wu Jue's distraction, Lin Jiahe turned his head to look at her: "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Wu Jue shook his head almost in a panic, and then looked ahead. Because just now in his eyes, she seemed to see starlight, pure and shining.

Lin Jiahe didn't care, and continued to hold her hand, introducing her as he walked.

The old houses in the early days of the Republic of China, the towering ancient trees on the streets, and the old shops with plaques. He told her all about it.

Maybe Lin Jiahe's narration was a certain bewitchment, Wu Jue seemed to see him running through the street at the age of five or six, and the cheerful laughter seemed to be in his ears.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that the laughter came from a few children not far away. The naughty little boy leaned at the base of the wall, playing marble, and was so happy that his face was so dirty that he couldn't see what it was, only his dark and innocent eyes twinkled in the sun.

Lin Jiahe obviously saw those children as well, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth: "When I was young, my younger brother and I also liked to play these games here. After speaking, he pulled Wu Jue and pointed to a small store a few meters in front of him, "Let's go, take you to taste the best wontons in Jiangcheng." ”

Wu Jue sighed, and the person had been dragged away by him.

From the moment they got out of the car, their hands were interlocked. For some reason, when the two walked together, Lin Jiahe always liked to hold her hand, as if he was afraid that she would get lost.

The wonton shop is called "Zhang Ji Wonton", which is a very common name.

The small shop is a veritable small shop, but a dozen square meters and a few small tables. The wooden stool, which squeaks when you sit on it, has an old-fashioned taste.

At this time, it was already past breakfast time, and there were not many customers in the store.

Lin Jiahe took Wu Jue to find a table and sat down, and said to the only waitress aunt in the store: "Two bowls of wontons." ”

The aunt looked to be almost sixty years old, with joyful folds on her face, and smiled brightly at the two of them.

The wontons are made quickly, and when they are served, they are bubbling hot and fragrant.

It's supposed to be the simplest food, but it's really appetizing.

Wu Jue tasted it lightly, only to feel that the taste was extremely fragrant, and it immediately provoked his taste buds. But because it had just come out of the pot, her second bite was too strong, and she was so hot that she gasped.

Lin Jiahe pursed his lips and looked at her with a smile, poured her a glass of water and handed it over: "Fool, it's so hot, you have to blow it to eat." ”

Wu Jue blew on the wontons in the spoon, a little embarrassed: "It's delicious, so I can't help it." ”

"This wonton shop is ancestral, and by now, it's been almost a hundred years. When I was a kid, I had to come and eat a bowl every day. Later, when I left here, I never ate such a delicious wonton again. ”

Wu Jue lowered his eyes and nodded: "Well, it's really delicious." If Lin Zheng develops this place in the future, he must keep this wonton shop. ”

Lin Jiahe listened to her words, nodded solemnly and replied: "I will not only keep this wonton shop, but all the things with memories here, I will keep them." I won't let Jiangcheng's roots be lost. ”

Wu Jue glanced up at him and wanted to say something more, but in the end he lowered his head and continued to eat wontons silently.

The two had just finished eating and were about to settle the bill, when an uncle came out of the kitchen, he looked at their table hesitantly, for a long time, finally approached, looked at Lin Jiahe and said: "Jiahe? ”

Lin Jiahe smiled: "Uncle Zhang." It's me. ”

"Oops!" Uncle Zhang took off his gloves and patted him on the shoulder, "It's really you!" The last time I saw you, you were a hairy boy, and now you're so old. What a talent! After so many years, why don't you come back to see our old neighbors. ”

"Haven't I come back? For so many years, what I want to eat most is the wontons made by Uncle Zhang. ”

"Hey, hey." Uncle Zhang smiled honestly, "You are doing big business, and I'm afraid you wontons that you don't look down on me for a few dollars a bowl." ”

"How so? Zhang Ji wontons are the most delicious wontons in Jiangcheng. ”

Uncle Zhang continued to laugh, and then said to Wu Jue on the side: "Is this girl your daughter-in-law or girlfriend Jiahe?" ”

Lin Jiahe glanced at Wu Jue with a smile before saying, "It's my girlfriend." ”

"Hello girlfriend. Such a peugeot girlfriend, don't forget to invite us old neighbors to drink wine when the time comes. ”

"Definitely, definitely."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then Lin Jiahe forced the wonton money to Uncle Zhang and pulled Wu Jue out of the door.

Maybe he was a little full, and when he walked out of the store and the sun shone down, Wu Jue actually felt that the whole person felt a little wandering.

She didn't go far when a few children who were running and playing rushed over, and she didn't have time to avoid it, and was hit.

With a soft snort, although Lin Jiahe was protecting her, her footsteps were still staggering, and her feet, which were wearing seven or eight centimeter high heels, stumbled.

"Are you alright?" Lin Jiahe asked.

"It's fine." Wu Jue shook his head.

But after walking a few steps, she realized that the pain just now really hurt her foot.

Lin Jiahe saw the abnormality of her steps and asked, "It hurts?" ”

Wu Jue smiled a little helplessly: "I knew that I would have come out in sneakers." I guess it's a little sprained. ”

Lin Jiahe's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he helped her on the stone bench on the side of the road: "You wait." ”

After saying that, he walked quickly in the other direction.

After about five minutes, he walked back with an extra pair of handmade cloth shoes. Looking at Wu Jue's stunned woodpipe, he raised the corners of his mouth and said: "There used to be an aunt in the corner in front who specialized in making cloth shoes and selling, I tried my luck, but I didn't expect that after so many years, she was still there." But I'm gray-haired, and I don't know me at all. ”

As he spoke, he squatted down in front of Wu Jue.

Before Wu Jue realized what he was going to do, he was already holding Wu Jue's foot and gently taking off the shoe that had been twisted to his foot.

"I'll do it myself." Wu Jue struggled slightly, but was fixed by his hand.

"Don't move, I'll see if it's very strict."

Wu Jue really didn't dare to move again. It was the first time she had looked at him so condescendingly. She could see the swirls of curves on top of his head, and thick black hair.

"Don't move, I'll rub it for you." He said with his head bowed.

Wu Jue just held his breath and watched him hold his feet and massage them gently.

"Does it hurt?" He tried to press it, looked up and asked her.

The eyes of the two met like this, his gentleness was like water, she was at a loss, but there was an indescribable warmth slowly dissipating.

Wu Jue shook his head, which was an answer to his words.

He lowered his head and continued to rub gently, pressing it, and then asked.

Wu Jue looked at him quietly again. He knelt almost half-before her, not groveling, but in a gesture of piety and gentleness, as if he were treating his treasure.

His fingers were gentle, and the warmth of his hands spread from his feet to the upper left side of his chest. Wu Jue seemed to feel that there was a moist feeling in his eyes.

She quickly looked up. The sun is gorgeous, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the autumn sky is so clear that people are touching, and all the dark moods are instantly hidden and dissipated in the breeze.

In a flash, it turned out to be that simple.

The sudden pain in his feet made Wu Jue snort softly.

Lin Jiahe hurriedly raised his head and asked, "Did it hurt you?" ”

She shook her head and looked at him steadily, her fingers on his shoulder, holding it gently.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jiahe was obviously a little puzzled.

Wu Jue smiled faintly and said slowly: "Jiahe, I don't blame you." ”

Lin Jiahe frowned, although he felt that this was a little weird, but he didn't think much about it, and just said that what she said was hurting her feet.

It's not that he hasn't wavered, from the very beginning, Wu Jue has been wavering, that's why he has been repeating his attitude towards him before. But after all, the wound in my heart is too deep, so I have to stumble and continue. She had thought that she might give up halfway, but she never thought that the reason for giving up halfway would be so simple.

No, there is no reason at all.

It's just a kind of warmth that has been lost for a long time, which makes her feel tempted for a moment. So, she gave up completely, gave up punishing Lin Jiahe, and gave up being cocooned.

There are too many beautiful things in life, like the blue sky and white clouds overhead, like the noisy noise in the old street, like the temperature on the feet. These are all wonderful, and whether you can have them all the time or not, you should strive for them instead of letting yourself get entangled in the dark.

Forgiveness is much simpler than resentment.