Time came to the weekend in a blink of an eye, Zhang Zeyang and Ye Xing abandoned Wang Zihan, who was strictly disciplined, and the two secretly went online together to play an all-night game. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The early morning sun shines through the curtains so that the dark room can see the outline slightly, and Zhang Zeyang is lying on the bed under the quilt and falling asleep.

Yang Hong got up very early, she has the habit of getting up early and exercising in the morning, after coming back from sweating, she carried the breakfast she had just bought back in her hand, walked to the table, and put the breakfast prepared for her baby son on it, she looked up at the time on the wall clock, it was exactly half past seven. Yang Hong walked into her room, cleaned up, changed into a smart professional outfit, then picked up her handbag, walked out of the door, and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator stopped in the underground parking lot on the basement floor, she took out the car keys from her custom-made handbag, sat in her own car, started the car and slowed down, slowly drove out of the parking lot, and praised the good weather today through the window.

She drove the car to the airport in Lianyi City, and after parking the car, Yang Hong lowered the window and breathed a sigh, waiting for the arrival of the partner she had made an appointment with a few days ago.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the hands of the watch just stopped at 9:50, Yang Hong pushed open the car door and got out of the car, and after locking the car, she walked towards the airport.

Three days ago, Tunhai City.

Located in the headquarters of Xinghai Group in the bustling urban area, in the president's office on the top floor, a man who exudes masculinity is sitting in the boss chair that belongs to him, frowning and playing with the pen in his hand.

"Where will it go?"

The man frowned, looked at the pen in his hand, and muttered in the quiet office.

The computer screen in front of him was full of the secret search information sent back by the branches in various places in the past month, but the reports sent back by all the branch heads above had the same sentence written in them.

No targets have been found, and there are no anomalies in the area, and follow-up is ongoing.

The man sitting in the boss's chair thought about his brows tighter and tighter, and after a while, he exhaled heavily, and gently threw the pen on the desk, he stood up, standing tall in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office, he looked down at the bustling and busy city outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and raised his head again, his eyes stared directly at the burning sun in the sky, but he didn't feel dazzling at all, his heroic sword eyebrows were not frowning, he stretched out his face, He smiled at the sun, and then walked directly out of the president's office, with the blazer handed over by the secretary at the door on his arm, and strode forward.

When the secretary general of the president's office saw that the boss suddenly came out at this time, he was slightly stunned, and asked casually: "President, did you get off work so early today?" ”

"Well, miss the child." After saying this, he didn't stop too long, and walked straight to the elevator.

When he drove to his villa, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and at this point, it was almost time to eat.

He parked the car and walked into the villa, he changed his slippers, loosened the tie around his neck, strode into the kitchen, tied himself with an apron, and then looked down at his appearance, couldn't help but smile and shook his head, took out some seaweed and shrimp from the refrigerator, and started to cook today's dinner.

He rarely cooks by himself, but every time he cooks a meal, it is always full of color, flavor and flavor, so that friends who have tasted his craft praise him for his deep concealment and can still have such a hand.

Every time his friends revel in the delicious food he has created, the figure of a person keeps coming to his mind, the tone of her voice, her every expression, from morning to evening, from late night to early morning.

Many people wonder who taught him such a good cook, and when his friends ask him, he always looks down and shakes his head with a smile, reluctant to say more.

He knew that no one had taught him to cook, he just wanted to, and then he thought about it during the day and at night, and thought about it for a day, for a year, for ten years... Think of her taste, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all that she and him. If he could really beat all, if...

If not, if.

The fire on the stove went out, and he walked out of the kitchen with the shrimp and seaweed soup that made people drool when they smelled it, and then ate dinner alone in this huge but empty villa, with shadows on the ground, he did not feel lonely.

He remembers it as his son's favorite food.

When the envelope stationery is programmed on Feixin WeChat, we are keen on the convenient, fast and powerful Feixin WeChat, but we neglect the affectionate text embedded in the well-textured stationery. Recalling the previous strokes we repeated stroke by stroke, each stroke was full of affection, every stroke was carefully considered, and every word came from the bottom of the heart, with a mark to find the existence of another heart. Xiao Xiaoyi signed it, put it in an envelope and sent it, and waited for the affectionate reply with a sense of anticipation. Now that kind of simple and beautiful mood is difficult to find, replaced by the overwhelming Feixin WeChat, saying repeated perfunctory words, a sentence of "hehe" is cold to people's hearts, and the sincere beauty has gradually drifted away.

When the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are replaced with keyboards and mice, what we hold in our hands and keep tapping is the humanistic spirit of today's society? It's just such a simple action, there is no pen to walk the dragon and snake, there is no dragon flying and phoenix dancing, you can't see the energetic cursive, calm and calm regular script, just the lifeless, dull text on the screen, which can't arouse the inner waves at all, and is so calm that it makes people panic and even suffocate. What is the poetic meaning of dancing and writing? What is the fresh and elegant attitude to life? What is the transcendent and expansive perception of life? Where did the pure beauty go?

When the scholarly Mobao becomes a mobile phone computer, we abandon the artistic conception of "wandering alone in the small garden incense path", abandon the sorrow of "Wutong more and drizzle", regardless of physical fatigue, sit alone in front of the computer, or guard the mobile phone, forget the warmth and love around us, and persistently "never regret the gradual widening of the clothes belt, and make people haggard for Yi", out of the orbit of life, the computer and mobile phone are carried on the body like a shell, the soul is always impetuous, the soul is empty, can not find the meaning of life, can not smell the fragrance of books and ink, can not see the affection, Curled up in a corner every day, covered with the dust of the world. When I paused, I couldn't help but wonder what we had lost.

Ahem, wait a minute (to be continued.) )