At Pombo's house, the father and daughter had a simple conversation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Aya'er, I've met Fang Yifan, what do you think of him?"

Recalling the whole process, Pang Aya said: "Dad, I just saw it for the first time today and how much can I know about it. Judging from today's conversation, he is more pragmatic and emotional, not the kind of person who pursues fame and fortune. If the strength is indeed as you say, it must be a blessing for our company. ”

Pang Bo nodded, agreeing with Pang Aya's opinion, "Aya'er, to tell you the truth, I have high expectations for Fang Yifan's arrival. The company's development in the past two years seems to be normal, and the business has not decreased anything, but we have not won the bid for several major projects, which shows that the owner does not recognize our strength. Analyzing the reasons, I think that the construction qualification is not weaker than the competition, and failure will fail in the design of the project, and we cannot come up with design concepts and solutions that attract the attention of customers. Fang Yifan's arrival just complements the company's shortcomings. ”

"Dad, if Fang Yifan's strength is indeed extraordinary, don't we have a chance to compete for large-scale projects? Once we win the bid, will our company have a chance to become one of the first-class construction companies in China? ”

"That's what I thought. Enterprise development is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. If we don't want to be overwhelmed by our peers, we need to keep making breakthroughs. I hope that Fang Yifan's arrival can bring an opportunity for the company to make a breakthrough. ”

"Dad, you value him so much, how do you want to reuse him?"

"I want him to be the head of the design department and lead the work of the design department."

"He's young and new, so I'm afraid it's hard to be convincing to let him be a minister. Besides, he may not be willing to be the minister. ”

"I think so, too. Forget it, let's not talk about it, I'll explain it to him tomorrow when he comes to report for duty, and hear what he thinks. If it really doesn't work, set up a design specialist position for him, and let him directly manage it in the president's office. Okay, let's rest. ”

"Good night, Dad." Pang Aya got up and went upstairs.

Entering the room, Pang Aya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and looked left and right, the more she looked at the person in the mirror, the more satisfied she was: 170 cm tall figure, 87, 63, 88 measurements, comparable to Wang Xifeng's face, with shawl hair, walking on the street, the return rate is absolutely super high. But when I was at the airport, why didn't Fang Yifan have a surprised reaction when he saw me for the first time? Could it be that this guy has zero emotional intelligence, or has a problem with his aesthetic concept? Pang Aya couldn't figure it out.

Back in the apartment, Fang Yifan finished tidying up, lay down at the head of the bed, took out a delicate picture album from his backpack, and opened it to the last page.

This album was drawn by Fang Yifan after he went abroad, and he poured all his thoughts about Qin Lianhua into the album. There are not many pages, but each page has a special meaning, recording the key moments of the emotional experience of the two, which is Fang Yifan's most cherished treasure.

The last page of the album is a wedding scene designed by Fang Yifan: the hero and heroine are surrounded by flowers in a rose garden, their hands tightly clasped; The four eyes stared at each other, and their eyes were full of love. The heroine was dressed in a white long swing wedding dress, embellished with a crystal heart-shaped necklace on her chest, wearing a crown of roses, and a happy smile on her face. Under this smile, the rose loses its brilliance. The male protagonist is wearing a dark purple suit, a white shirt with a dark purple bow tie, a pink rose on his chest, and a sweet smile on his face. Every time he sees this picture, Fang Yifan hopes that this moment will come as soon as possible.

"Lotus, are you satisfied with holding our wedding according to this design?" Fang Yifan muttered to himself.

After staring at the last page and thinking for a while, Fang Yifan flipped to the first page of the album: a girl in an orange top jumped onto the paper, her round face looked a little immature, and her bright eyes were provocative, you wait, I will definitely surpass you! Fang Yifan understood what she meant at that time.

Every time he sees this painting, Fang Yifan is taken back to his childhood......

When the bell rang for the "Jingle Bell ......" class, a middle-aged male teacher walked in from outside, holding a handout folder in his left arm, a chalk box in his hand, and a chalk brush and a bamboo whip in his right hand. When he came to the podium, he put down the items in his hand, took out a piece of chalk and wrote three big characters on the blackboard neatly: Pan Yitang. "Hello students, welcome to the first class of Shizhen Middle School, I am your homeroom teacher Pan Yitang, the next three years of junior high school life, I will accompany you to spend together, I hope you can study hard during this time, every day." Speaking of this, Mr. Pan paused, opened the handout folder, and continued, "In junior high school, you have new classmates and new teachers, in order to give you a preliminary understanding and let me get to know you, now I will call your names, please stand up." I'll start in the order of your student numbers. ”

"Fang Yifan."

"Here!" Fang Yifan stood up from his seat.

Teacher Pan looked at it, then waved his hand to sit him down.

"Qin Lianhua."

"Here." A little girl in an orange blouse and a ponytail stood up. When she sat down, her eyes looked at Fang Yifan, sending a signal of challenge.

Fang Yifan didn't pay attention to it, but he didn't know that this moment of scene had taken root in his mind, when he was in a foreign country and missed her, the first thing he recorded was this picture.

The "......" roll call continued

"Okay, the roll call is over, there are 31 boys and 19 girls, a total of 50 people, and none of them are absent. Today is the first day of school, and I don't know you yet, so the appointment of the class committee is temporarily determined by the student number: Fang Yifan is the class leader; Qin Lianhua served as a member of the study committee...... The class committee first settled down like this, and then we lined up the seats and asked the students to stand in two teams outside the classroom in order of height: one team for boys and one team for girls. The class committee organizes it. ”

The students got up and came to the outside of the classroom, consciously standing in two teams, Teacher Pan arranged the seats according to the different tables of boys and girls, and arranged the seats in groups of two and two, and finally left Yifan and Qin Lianhua, "There are exactly 25 desks in the classroom, you two small ones can be at the same table." ”

Teacher Pan's decision made Fang Yifan and Qin Lianhua start a year-long "38th Parallel" battle, except for holidays, the chalk gray on the arms of the clothes can be seen day by day......