March in Shanghai is starting to warm up, and some magnolia trees have already bloomed.

Lin Zicheng walked two streets to one of his favorite breakfast restaurants, the first time he had breakfast since returning to Shanghai from the factory.

He has always felt that the streets of Shanghai have a strange structure, he was always lost when he first came to Shanghai, just was magnificent and towering, and if he was not careful, he would turn into some alleys and alleys, which was the most secular piece in the world, the oily smell of braised pork that could not be dispersed by the whitewashed rags that were drying and mixed with various dialects of scolding and greetings.

This breakfast shop was brought by Liane when he first started working for her, and the first time he went was because the whole group worked overtime, and he insisted on accompanying him.

This is just one of the most simple breakfast shops, and there are only one or two things sold that are good, and the boss planted his own green onions on the windowsill, and Liane said that he felt fragrant when he looked at it.

Lian is very familiar with the owner of the breakfast shop, the boss is a northeasterner, all kinds of jokes are made, and having a meal is like watching a two-person biography.

Lin Zicheng knew that Li'an always went to so many restaurants she was familiar with, and she didn't get tired of it for so many years, so when she asked her why, she always said that it was more comfortable to eat personal favors than delicious food.

There are also some familiar high-end restaurants, which Liane says are the first step to a good job. Lin Zicheng didn't believe it at first, but gradually he was convinced because of this in his later work.

Lian's philosophy of doing things is a bunch of things, interesting, standardized, humane, utilitarian to the end, tangled together, and she is a living Lian.

Lin Zicheng has a work habit for many years, he always arrives at the office an hour earlier than the start time, has a cup of coffee, reads the news, and lazily waits for people to come.

He liked the old building on the Bund, half bright and half sad, which could calm his heart.

It's been half a month since he came back from the factory, and he didn't have to come again, let alone should have come again, but he woke up early this morning and didn't know what was wrong.

There was no one in the office, the desks were empty, and some potted dolls, pencils, and erasers that had been left behind were scattered around, telling you about the boiling past here.

"Zicheng, is that you?"

Lying horizontally on the ground in the mountains of lace jewelry silk, Lian's voice came.

Lin Zicheng heard her voice at once, it was too familiar for so many years.

It's just that he hadn't thought he'd hear it again these days.

"Mr. Li, why are you sleeping here?"

"It's warm here." Lian climbed out of the pile of clothes and fabrics, "You came just in time, give you a job, you see what else can be sold here, help me count and sell it, and help me send the extra money to my colleagues after paying the property utility bills"

Lin Zicheng looked at Li'an chattering with him as if he was homely, and he couldn't say a taste in his heart: "You still believe me?" ”

"Why don't I believe you?"

"I was the one who made you the way you are, that shipment"

"She's going to have to wrap it up like this."

"If it weren't for me, maybe it wouldn't be like this."

"Zicheng, if you don't do it, others will help her do it, it's better to cheapen your own people."

The three words of his own person fell heavily on Lin Zicheng's heart, he was not his own person, not from the beginning.

"Am I still your own?"

"Have I drunk your ginseng tea for nothing after so many years?" Lian picked up a beaded dress casually: "You see that these clothes can't be sold if you mark my name again, you look at the label and cut it, find a way to dispose of it, and sell it for money." ”

Lin Zicheng was even more bitter, but he deserved all these bitterness.

"You taught me by hand"

Lian interrupted him: "Is it still snowing in Harbin?" ”

Lin Zicheng was stunned, "Of course, it's much colder than Shanghai." ”

"Once I asked Mu Ruoci why her skin was so good, she said that girls born in the cold are like this. I heard that Mu Ruoci came to Shanghai when she was a teenager, probably because her parents were educated youths. ”

"Mr. Li"

"I haven't had a good chat with you for so many years, so tell me your story."

"So you already know everything."

"Tell me about your past." Lian looked at Lin Zicheng.

"My past was a small rural village. My parents are both farming people, they are very hardworking, they don't rest in winter, and they can earn more than 300 yuan a month. I had the best academic performance in the whole village, and I went out of the college entrance examination, and I didn't know what heaven and earth were until I went out.

She has been sponsoring me to go to school since I was fifteen years old, and she is a god to our family, and I think about how to repay her after graduating from college.

I always thought I could get ahead in college in the city, but I later learned that they bought a pair of shoes for my living expenses for a month.

I've worked hard, I'm going to live, but my sauerkraut steamed buns have become everyone's joke, and in those days, the way I walked was imitated, and I knew in my heart that they were just a clown pastime.

Later, she found me, and on the first day of meeting, she gave me a set of clothes to take me to a haircut, and she told me to send me to study abroad. ”

"Come to think of it, you're still Toronto alumni."

"She arranged it, she told me that it doesn't matter how well you read, the first is to open your eyes, the second is to learn English well, and the third is that she told me to learn how to dress.

I stayed in Toronto for five years and became a different Lin Zicheng. As soon as I came back from abroad, I came to work with you.

For so many years, I always thought that she only needed me to report your whereabouts, and I never thought that there would be such an ending. But Mr. Li, no matter what she asks me to do, I must do it. ”

"There is only one question, Zicheng, did you know about this result when we negotiated with KG or did you find out later?"

Lin Zicheng looked at Lian, and now does it make any sense for her to ask this question? It was already such a result, Liane was over, it was no longer a question of whether the studio would be maintained or not, and he couldn't imagine Liane's huge debts, her life in the future.

During the time when he deliberately made the factory go wrong, he could only sleep for three or four hours a day. Over the years, no one is more familiar with Lian than him, and the most real Lian he knows has slowly made him accustomed to staying in life and being closer to Lian than his family, and finally he destroyed it with his own hands.

He thought about persuading Mu Ruoci to change his decision, he secretly returned to Shanghai twice, and lingered downstairs in the Mulan Mansion for a long time, but in the end he still didn't go up. Her extermination would not leave room for his persuasion, and he was burdened with what he had to repay.

How many times he saw danger in the glimmer of light in Mu Ruoci's eyes when he looked at Lian, he pretended to turn a blind eye. No, but the girls he had seen over the years, in the end, she didn't have to treat them like this anymore.

He was always afraid that Lian would lose her last use value, and he warned her countless times, using the most perfect hints and repeated dissuasion, hoping that Lian could avoid this war, but Lian chose to face it again and again.

Later, Lian even chose to fight back, at first he was worried about Lian, but when he saw Lian surprise him again and again, he ignited hope, for a moment, he thought that Lian could escape, Lian was different from those girls after all.

But after all, it's still the same, no one can escape Mu Ruoci's turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain, including himself.

When he was still studying in Toronto, he accompanied Mu Ruoci to Putuo Mountain to repay his vows during a summer vacation.

At that time, he looked at Mu Ruoci who worshiped under the lotus seat, and felt that she was another standing Guanyin in his heart.

He asked Mu Ruoci: Why do you help me so much?

Mu Ruoci replied: I wish to purify the world.

"I was notified at the last minute." Lin Zicheng finally answered Li'an's question.

"I see. You go, you're not wrong. Compared to what Mu Ruoci did to you, I am not enough for you to betray her. ”

"Mr. Li"

"I hope that one day, I can still drink your ginseng tea again."

Liane laughed and buried herself back in the pile of clothes.

These piles of glitz, in it, are disturbances that mortals can't solve, and they have nothing to do with right and wrong.