The beauty of autumn is ripe and sensible. It's not like spring, it's not shy or charming, it's not like summer, it's not revealing and it's not hot, it's not like winter, because winter is too introverted and reserved. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bright red maple leaves broke away from the branches and fluttered down, like beautiful butterflies dancing in the wind, and at this moment, autumn came quietly, and quietly, it changed the earth into charming autumn clothes.

On this charming autumn day, on this sunny autumn morning, Han Muxuan came to work at J.L Entertainment Company earlier than ever.

The golden autumn sunshine is warm and tranquil, the golden autumn breeze is gentle, and the golden autumn blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Looking up, the sky is blue and blue, clean as if it has just been washed, making people feel high and refreshing.

It seemed to be affected by this bright morning, although it was almost ten o'clock in the morning, Han Muxuan rarely smiled and nodded to every staff member who said hello, this scene stunned countless people, and they all speculated whether this usually noble and indifferent president had taken the wrong medicine, otherwise how could it be so abnormal.

Han Muxuan didn't notice it, he still looked sunny, and said hello to Li Yaling with a smile before entering the door.

"Good morning, Yaling."

"Good morning, President." Li Yaling also felt incredible, and she also had a flattered expression, but her guess was different from everyone else, she thought that the president should have encountered a good thing, as for what a good thing, she couldn't guess.

As soon as he entered the door, Han Muxuan saw the newspaper on the desk at a glance, whistled, sat on a chair and flipped through it, this is a compulsory course every morning in the past few days, and it is also what he specially instructed Li Yaling to prepare, the latter felt very strange, she knew that Han Muxuan had no habit of reading newspapers before.

Five minutes later, Han Muxuan put down the newspaper, why it took so long, because when he found the page he wanted to read, he read a certain piece of news on that page many times.

"If you don't have three, two, three, how dare you go to Liangshan, you get what you pay for, this efficiency is not bad."

Han Muxuan muttered, put down the newspaper, and hummed a little song happily, at this moment, Li Yaling happened to come in, and she asked suspiciously, "President, are you talking about me?" ”

Han Muxuan almost laughed, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time and he barely suppressed the smile, and pretended to be serious: "Yes, I have seen your work efficiency recently, and I think I should praise you." ”

Li Yaling was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had not changed recently, she was doing the same work and the same task every day, and there was no special performance, but whatever it was, everything should be based on the president, and all abnormal situations should refer to this benchmark.

After thinking about it for a moment, she already smiled, a pair of good-looking eyes bent into a crescent moon, and her thick and slender eyelashes blinked at Han Muxuan, waiting for the reward with a curious expression

Han Muxuan smiled faintly, "Verbal reward, or what reward do you want?" ”

Ai shares, Li Yaling found that she was being molested, stomped her feet angrily, her pointed heels made a piercing sound when they touched the floor, and she turned around with a small mouth and wanted to leave.

It's really three days without opening the house and revealing the tiles, this little assistant actually has a temper, Han Muxuan thinks it's unbearable, he angrily opened the cabinet, took out a box of things from it and threw it over, gritting his teeth and raising his eyebrows with an angry look.

"I'm so grumpy, I'm angry but I even beat myself, hurry up and get out of my sight, it's annoying to look at you."

Li Yaling didn't care, calmly caught it, and when she looked at it, it turned out to be a box of cosmetics, and she immediately turned her anger into joy, "Thank you, President, I'll help you make a cup of coffee." ”

"Eh, wait, make a call to Li Zhenfan and ask him to come over, oh yes, I don't need the newspaper from tomorrow, take these out on the table and throw them away."

Li Yaling nodded, she had long been accustomed to Han Muxuan's fickleness, turned around indifferently, picked up the newspaper on the table, carried the cosmetics she had just started, raised her head slightly to reveal her white and greasy pink neck, and twisted her waist to walk around.

Han Muxuan, who was behind the table, rested his slender legs on the table, leaned back and lay down, took advantage of the gap to light a cigarette, and admired Li Yaling's graceful back in the faint smoke, from the white neck to the tight waist, to the bulging ****, and finally down to the crystal calves, squinting his eyes followed closely until the door was closed.

Spit out a puff of smoke, Han Muxuan pressed the remote control to lower the curtains, covering out the bright sunlight and isolating the outside world, the whole room suddenly became dim, dark and dim, like the most hidden and deepest dark corner, which can extend the shadow infinitely.

When I was young, I didn't know what eternity was, but I naively hoped that I wouldn't grow up, so that my parents wouldn't grow old and would always be with me.

Gradually, I grew up and began to understand the love of Hongchen, so I longed to find a long-lasting emotion, and I firmly believed that loving someone was a lifetime, and even the next life.

It's a pity that this so-called lifelong true love is just a dream bubble, no matter how hard you try to maintain it, when another external force appears one day, it will explode and destroy with a bang, leaving no trace, only leaving a bottomless crack in the deepest part of your heart.

The entanglement of red dust and the sudden change of time gradually drowned the purest dream at the beginning, people's hearts were banished, people's love was wandering, but people were still on the road, pulled by the footsteps of fate, walking in a daze.

Han Muxuan has always thought that he is an ordinary and confident man, until he tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, until he read all the joys and sorrows, until the moment of rebirth, he never thought about changing anything, changing himself and others, this is not something he likes.

He suddenly remembered the girl who promised a lifetime under the willow tree, the woman who flew away in the park, the same body and the same heart, the change is only the traces of the years, but why time will cause such a big change, it is not the same as the beginning, it is better to see it for the first time.

If it can't get better, it's better to stay the same, if the world doesn't allow it, if the world oppresses, if it is still stubborn, the only thing left is to cancel and die.

Once upon a time, Han Muxuan still felt sad for Zhang Ziyan's fate, but when he also raised the gloomy butcher's knife, he had no scruples or hesitation, but did it directly without thinking.

Do you subconsciously choose to forget or don't want to think about it?

Maybe they all, although things hurt like this, Qiu Ming is also sad, but when he changes his position and becomes the violent party, who will be stupid to think and sympathize, if one day when he is on the board, will those butchers talk to him about feelings?

Simple and innocent, very beautiful and very good, but now he thinks that he no longer has such capital.

People don't destroy for themselves, blame Kong Liu, you can't stand in the way, you take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, everyone's well water does not violate the river water, but you want to jump out and jump, in this case, each uses its own means, and all the consequences are tasted separately, don't blame others.

The curtains were raised again, and the blazing sunlight penetrated in an instant, and all the shadows disappeared in a flash, as if the darkness had never appeared.

The fire on the cigarette was extinguished, the burning smoke rose and lingered in the halo, and the farther and farther it drifted between Nana, the more dispersed and thinner, Han Muxuan's eyelids looked directly at the bright sun in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly under the dazzling light, and the dark pupils seemed to suck up all the light sources, and the light and shadow flashed one after another obscurity in the sunlight.

In this life, I only make knives, not fish.