For Jin Yan, it may be most of her income in the first half of her life, and now, she has to start all over again.

How many times can a person start over in their life?

Many people fall and don't get back up.

Not everyone can get up when they fall.

Being able to get up after a fall depends on what kind of fall you have. Some falls, and a person's life is over.

That's how cruel life is.

Although everyone is saying that it is a hero to get back up after falling. Instead, ask how many people have endured a fatal fall?

Sometimes an unintentional blow in life can be enough to destroy a person's life.

That's where the cruelty of life lies.

It's just that when I was young, I didn't understand, and I naively thought that I could stand up after falling, but when I got old and understood, I realized that I didn't actually stand up again at that time, and I have been living a creeping life since then.

When you understand it, you have already reached the second half of your life.

The cruelest side of life begins to show. You know how to cherish it, but you don't have time to cherish it.

Butterfly suddenly felt that although she hated Jin Yan very much in the past, at this moment, she felt a little helpless for her. The white eyes and disgust she used to have for herself really didn't mean much now when she thought about it.

In this game of chess, in fact, the real winner is the seemingly kind editor-in-chief. He didn't lose anything, but Kim Yeon lost completely.

Butterfly suddenly thought that Lin Motian had occasionally mentioned this editor-in-chief before, although he didn't know much about him, but his scheming eyes implied an allegorical telling Butterfly: This editor-in-chief is not a simple person. Jin Yan may not be able to mess with him.

He said that he had reminded Jin Yan, but Jin Yan said Teacher Lin, don't worry, I know it in my heart.

Now it seems that Lin Motian is worthy of being Lin Motian, although he is only a nominal editorial board member, he can see people at a glance, and he has only been in contact with the editor-in-chief once or twice, but he has already seen the true essence of a person.

It's a pity that Jin Yan was too arrogant and confident at that time, thinking that she had embarked on a different path from then on, and gorgeously became a cultural person, not only money, but also reputation, where did she take Lin Motian's kind words to heart?

Sad! How naïve does it seem now?

Either way, it's her life.

Butterfly packed up her things, handed over the key to the finance, and then said goodbye, and the other party also faintly replied goodbye, saying that this month's salary would be directly credited to the card.

That's it.

Butterfly returned to the desk and was about to take her bag and leave, when suddenly the front desk lady came in to look for her, saying that someone was looking for her.

Butterfly was stunned, she was ready to roll up and leave, where else was anyone looking for her? There was no more business dealings.

Butterfly also knows that if she leaves, she may leave this media circle for a long time. But she doesn't care, she has been in this circle for almost ten years, and she can be regarded as seeing through it, seeing it clearly, there is nothing worth nostalgic.

I am different from those recent college graduates, full of longing and ideals.

To be honest, the people who are really in the circle here just sneer at the people who are yelling outside the circle and want to come in. They really don't know the true face of Lushan, only because they are in this mountain.

As for Butterfly, the old media like them can only adopt an indifferent mentality that never gets tired of looking at each other.

Otherwise, there are too many places that you need to worry about, life is short, where is there so much time to care, and you will suddenly find that you have quickly consumed your youth and stepped into middle age with one foot.

How ridiculous.

Laughable until tears flowed.

So he said to the front desk lady: I'm just leaving, I'll come out by myself, it's fine.

The butterfly took the bag and walked out of the office, and saw Zhuang Yousheng standing tall and tall in no one's place, at first glance, he was tall and tall, and his aura was very great, and he never felt that his original aura was so heroic, which made the butterfly shengsheng shocked.

was about to say something casual, but was shocked by his aura, and those words shrank back.

Seeing the butterfly approaching, Zhuang Yousheng said in a shallow voice: Wuji, hello.

Butterfly never dreamed that this Zhuang Yousheng would come to her office to find her.

This is the first time since they met. But Butterfly thought, it's the last time, because tomorrow I won't be here, today is really timely, if you come tomorrow, you can only eat closed.

It's fucking timely. Such an accurate pinch, the butterfly really admires.

When Zhuang Yousheng saw the butterfly carrying the bag, he was a little inexplicable and looked at the butterfly in a daze. It just so happened that the butterfly was also looking at him in a daze at this time, and the two compartments were staring at each other in a daze.

The butterfly sneered and said, "What's the matter, you came to me and stopped talking?"

Zhuang Yousheng immediately smiled and said: When I saw you, I actually forgot to say anything.

Butterfly said as she walked: Let's go, let's talk while walking, I'm off work anyway.

Zhuang Yousheng was a little confused, so he asked: Got off work? Got off work so early?

The butterfly has stepped out of the door of the office, and said with infinite emotion and amazement: Yes, it's time to get off work, it's really early to get off work today. Let's go.

She walked to the elevator without looking back, Zhuang Yousheng followed behind, followed her in a few steps, walked to her side, and asked her: What's wrong?

Butterfly said angrily: There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, you may not know it, our company has been dissolved.

Zhuang You said sullenly: I know.

This answer was very surprising to the butterfly, and it was still an accident in the midst of an accident.

While waiting for the elevator, the butterfly unexpectedly turned her head to look at Zhuang Yousheng, which was the second thing she heard today that surprised her.

The butterfly said: How would you know? I just found out today.

Zhuang Yousheng looked up, the elevator had reached several floors, and said lightly: I listened to what Lin Motian said, or occasionally mentioned this matter, so I originally called you but you seem to have some problems with the phone, so I wanted to come over to you and ask myself.

The butterfly was inexplicably moved for a while, and then sighed inexplicably after being moved.

In this world, there is not a human affection as thin as paper, and there is still a person who cares about himself, just for this, the butterfly wants to hug this Zhuang Yousheng, but he is too strong, maybe he has to hold his neck here, and he still needs to tiptoe to reach it.

How can a literati who paints look so tall?

The painters that butterflies come into contact with are generally short and weak, and they all look weak, which is in line with the description of the ancients: they have no power to restrain the chicken, and they look like weak scholars.

Zhuang Yousheng looks like a basketball player.