"If there is a star in the thousands of Milky Ways, it belongs to you."

"With your eyes, they are cast on me every night."

"With your pinna, I can copy it over and over again with my eyes closed."

"And your lips, soft and warm."

"Just tell me that among the thousands of galaxies, there is a star that belongs to you."

"Then I can continue to live, with all the love and hope, in this bizarre era."

"Arbor."

"You provoked me."

"You promised to shelter me from the elements."

"The winds and waves that followed were all brought to me by you."

"Before the storm passed, you left me."

After the woman typed the last word, her thick and slender eyelashes drooped downward, just in time to suppress a disobedient tear.

She hurriedly wiped it with the back of her hand, and the next second someone knocked on the office door.

She took the shortest time to adjust her mood, and then held the mirror in the drawer in the palm of her hand to look at her face.

After confirming that the tear stains and the red under the eyes were not so overcast, he said with a cold face, "Come in." ”

The door was opened by a girl in a ponytail and suspenders.

She handed the magazine in her hand to the woman and said in a timid voice: "Editor-in-chief, this is the trial print of this month's issue, the issue number. ”

She reached out and took it expressionlessly, her long sharp nails painted with a hazy black.

She half-held up the journal and read it carefully, the pages covering her nose and chin, revealing only a pair of eyes painted with heavy European and American makeup.

The dark brown eyeshadow wrapped around the eyeliner, covering her tender eyes properly, and anyone would be afraid of these eyes.

So the ponytail girl put her hands on her chest, did not dare to sit down, and did not dare to leave.

She hasn't been working for a long time, but she has long heard rumors that the editor-in-chief is a female devil, so her palms began to sweat.

After a few minutes, the woman behind the magazine spoke angrily: "It's all a bunch of idiots! ”

She slammed the magazine on the table, and saw her berry-colored lips.

She tapped a spot in the magazine with her fingertips, her brow furrowed, and her expression stern: "Are you all blind?" Can't you see the two commas here? If I don't spot check this month's magazine, will the corrections department be ready to issue a print? Do you want to roll up and leave? ”

Her voice is not rough, but it has some milky sounds that are very inconsistent with her image.

But a sound is a sound after all, and a formidable arrogance cannot be changed by a sound.

The ponytail girl cried out in fright.

The woman frowned impatiently and said coldly: "Either go home, or just shut up and stop crying!" ”

The ponytail girl immediately bit her lip and didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing her forbearant expression, the woman simply turned her face away: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Hurry up and change it! ”

The ponytail girl hurriedly picked up the magazine, her hands were a little shaky because of fear, and when her hand just touched the magazine, the woman stopped coldly, squinted at her, and took out a band-aid printed with cartoon characters from the drawer and threw it in front of the girl: "I can't see my fingers when I break them and bleed?" Do you want blood to drip on the magazine? ”

The girl was slightly stunned, looked at her with teary eyes, the biting lip slowly loosened again, and the woman frowned again: "Do you remember the place I just pointed to?" ”

The girl trembled and spoke: "The second sentence from the left on the seventh line of page thirteen, there are two commas......"

The woman's brows stretched slightly, and she leaned back in the wide chair: "Go." ”

The office is not very large, but it looks empty because there is nothing.

No sofas, no sitting areas, no greenery.

There is only one desk.

On the desk stood a silver name tag.

Three words are printed in bold type.

Ouyang Lai.

From ancient times to the present, many people have been chasing something that is above time.

For example, go back in time, or travel back in time to the future.

If the vastness of the universe is due to the fact that there are too many secrets, it is always full of breathtaking attraction.

So bored, Chen Qiaomu, who was turning the pages of the book, liked some old things very much.

"The world is full of flowers in April, and there is love everywhere."

Qiao Mu twisted a photographic journal of some age with two fingers, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that was shady and quiet, and read this sentence carefully under a green wilderness.

"Interesting."

He stood in front of the window, like a glamorous men's model in a cupboard, and his smile was like a glimpse of surprise.

The arbor is more delicate than the best-looking girl.

This can't help but make the women of the whole company think about how to make their skin better and makeup more beautiful.

The new administrative assistant was a tall, thin girl with glasses, and she broke in rashly, causing Qiao Mu to frown and turn around: "What's wrong?" ”

The girl stood calmly, but she didn't show much panic, and she was tight: "Mr. Chen, the information you want." ”

Qiao Mu looked at her lightly and asked, "New here?" Why haven't I seen you? ”

The girl nodded, her waist straightened: "Back to Mr. Chen, my name is Liao Bing, and I am a new administrative assistant." ”

Qiao Mu made a thick nasal voice, like a cream flower blooming in a coffee: "Got it, put it on the table and go out." ”

The girl named Liao Bing nodded yes, and quickly spread the information by color on the huge desk of the arbor, and then turned around and gently closed the door.

This time, the HR manager is the right person.

Thinking like this, Qiao Mu hooked the corners of his lips slightly, picked up the old journal just now, and saw the signature under the picture of the green wilderness, immature but sharp.

At every bend of the stroke, there seemed to be the thorns of the hardest cactus in the desert.

Ouyang Lai.

Ouyang is a compound surname, Lai....

If I remember correctly, it is a herbaceous plant that grows in fields, ditches, roadsides, and wastelands, but it looks like a cactus in the desert.

Born desolate, a lifetime to the sun.

Well, a good name.

He flipped the journal to the back, silently reciting the time in his mind.

March 2010 issue.

He found it interesting, so he flipped through all the old periodicals that were new yesterday, and sure enough, since 2007, every March, this person named Ouyang Lai will publish a refreshing green photograph.

There are endless wildernesses, cascading terraces, and green moss that thrives......

Each picture is also accompanied by beautiful text.

Well, a talented person.

Qiao Mu became more interested, but the journal was discontinued two years ago, and it seemed a little difficult to get a glimpse of the author.

Qiao Mu sorted out all the journals, and then dialed the phone: "Lin Zi, are you in the laboratory?" I want to come and see. ”