This sudden idle period of more than half a month was a rare vacation for me, during this time I contacted my classmates in the UK and friends in Canada, and we lived close to each other, so we made an appointment to meet together, go out for a coffee or watch a movie. I filled up my schedule outside of work, but my plan to fly to Ann Arbor to meet Mr. Ann was cancelled.

Mr. An had some problems with his work at the original company, and after the completion of the first phase of the project, Mr. An submitted an application to leave his job and returned to the school early. Graduation is imminent, he has to prepare for his graduation project, but also have to find a new job, and there are a bunch of materials and procedures to deal with in the school, and there is not much time and energy to allocate to other things, and I was temporarily notified to go to the TV station to make up for a colleague's schedule, so I can't see this side.

Mr. An was in a bad mood for a while, he was very angry at the original company's practice of unloading and killing donkeys, and one of the very core designs of the San Francisco project was that he alone deduced and calculated countless times before he made a model design, but when he finally signed the author of the plan, not only did he name him, but without his knowledge, their company signed this part of the design with the name of another person.

Mr. An and I have consulted with our lawyer friends about such infringements, but the answer they gave us was generally that the lawsuit was unlikely to be won. Because not to mention such a bid, the plan is generally designed together, the other party is such a large enterprise, Mr. An, a fledgling college student, has no social achievements, no power support behind him, or a non-native, it is even more difficult to protect rights.

We know that intellectual property infringement exists in any country or society, but it is only intensified by the disparity in strength and cultural civilization between the two sides. Mr. An and I both chose to insist on fighting the lawsuit, no matter what the final result is, at least not to lose 100%, and there is still a chance to win. And we also believe that because of the social prestige and credibility, the other party has more scruples than us, and it is not an easy path for them to take.

Later, although everyone did not win the lawsuit, Mr. An's emotions were not as agitated as before. Mr. Ahn just felt sorry for the fact that the company was also one of the top construction companies in the world of architecture, and he had thought that his dream would start to sow seeds, sprout, grow, and sweat for it until it became a towering tree, but the reality was completely different.

Mr. An also comforted me and said that he was the pearl of the world, and he only needed to shine desperately, and he would come uninvited if someone looked at the thatched house. What he needs is a fairer and broader platform, and he doesn't need to take advantage of it, but he won't give him a knife behind him. Seeing the truth clearly now is to stop losses in time, which is a good thing from another point of view.

When others look at him now, they will only think that he has a successful career and is proud of his life. But only I know how many hardships Mr. An has endured, how many downhills, and how many desperate situations he has encountered along the way. How many nights he has spent on the top of the mountain, how many times he has walked back and forth with the engineering team in the wind and rain, these are all things that others can't see.

Since I couldn't go to Ann Arbor, I returned to normal staff life in the second half of the holiday, and I would go to the art center for about three days a week to work shifts. It was in the center of the campus, far from home, so I usually left early in the morning and occasionally went to a friend's house in the evening, but I would still drive home for an hour and a half for the night.

My work rarely requires long-term contact with colleagues in the hospital, but I found that the feeling of the leader has changed a little recently, whether his attitude towards me has changed, or whether he has changed as a person, which needs to be verified, so I will observe for a few days.

There are not many things in the museum, and the exhibition has just been completed some time ago, and once the peak period has passed, there are very few people who come to visit these days. My colleagues and I are still sitting in different venues, and in our spare time, we almost check for any old dust on some works that are sitting in the shelves. As usual, the leaders don't come to work, but recently he has gone against the usual style, not only going to the various exhibition areas early in the morning to inspect the work decently, but also staying in the office for a day, and he can sit still more than us.

I am responsible for the two collections of modern photography and calligraphy, on the fifth floor of the school's art center, above which is an open-air cinema and an open-air café. The photography area and calligraphy art area are located diagonally across the building, passing by a gallery in the middle, and a triangular area around the corner is the office area and multimedia activity room.

The leader is to go upstairs at 9 o'clock at a fixed time to have a coffee, start work at 9 o'clock, have lunch like the rest of us, go downstairs to the restaurant at 12 o'clock, or go back for a lunch break, and come back on time at 2:30 in the afternoon. Once I saw that he had already entered the office, and when I took out the pen and paper and was about to pick up the pen and practice calligraphy, I looked up and saw him standing outside the hallway, ready to knock on the door and come in.

He knew that I had the habit of practicing calligraphy, and he also took a few calligraphy notes from me to collect, and when I wrote, he stood aside and watched, sometimes holding a picture book to read half a cup of tea, most of the times he was enthusiastic at first, and then curious and mediocre, and then bored and ran away.

The leader is a photojournalist who is also good at Guangmei design, and he also has research on craft sculpture, because his mother is a famous Canadian craft sculptor. He was very interested in ancient Chinese, but as a native Westerner, it was a bit difficult to understand the aesthetics of Eastern calligraphy, and he knew that he could not deal with it.

After observing it once and twice, I was sure that the leader was going to stop talking, but I couldn't figure out what he was confused about lately, or what he was worried about.

At noon that day, I had dinner with Miss Bai Lusi, looked at the position of a few seats behind the two, and asked her, "Has the leader been in any trouble lately?" Or is there a blow to your love life? ”

Miss Rose's English name is Rose, and her family moved to Canada from her grandfather's generation and grew up in Canada. Her Chinese surname is "Bai", so she gave herself a Chinese name called Bai Lusi.

Miss Bai Ruth heard me ask her this, and she looked puzzled, and she shook her head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

I asked her to look back, and the leader was sitting not far behind us, who had just finished his meal and was looking at his tablet. After a while, I didn't know what he saw, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, the corners of his mouth also deflated, and then he covered his mouth with one hand, as if his whole person was shrouded in sadness.

I watched it with Ruth for a minute, and I told her that this was not the first time I had seen such a situation, and that I had seen it once last time in the café.

Turning around, Miss Brooke and I looked each other in the eyes, and she was both startled and worried.

"Maybe something really happened?" She said, "Hey, poor little one, what should we do now, we have to help him like a way." ”

As her name suggests, Miss Brooke is a beautiful woman, with a sexy figure, and a gentle manners and speech, a combination of a lovely girl and a sexy woman. What's even more rare is that she is sociable, popular, and has a good relationship with anyone. Compared with her, she was able to drink and chat with the leader, and my communication with the leader was limited to work and calligraphy, so the burden of comfort naturally fell on her.

But the next day Miss Bethle told me that she didn't succeed, because she didn't pry anything out of the leader's mouth, and more importantly, he didn't even borrow wine to kill his sorrows, and she didn't know how to share or help him.

"Maybe we don't need to worry about it at all. There are some things that others can't help you, and you can't say it, so you have to solve it on your own. I said, "Give him some time and let him take care of it himself." ”

She was dumbfounded: "Is this still a friend?" Aren't friends just about helping each other and caring for each other? ”

I don't know how to convince her to turn a blind eye, looking at her as if she is worried about herself and others, thinking, I don't know what kind of growth environment can cultivate her such a righteous stupid white sweet personality, and my heart is envious and jealous.

Some people confirm that you are doing well or not, but they don't want to bear the bad things with you. Some people ask you if you're doing well because they want to know if you're actually doing well. It is a rare relationship that cares about whether you are doing well or not, and hopes that you are doing well. So Miss Brooke said that she wanted to try again to make the leader open her mind, and although I reserved my opinion, I was willing to encourage her from the bottom of my heart. But through this incident, I also have a memory, if I encounter such a thing in the future, I still don't have to tell her again.

But as you can imagine, Miss White Ruth still returned home this time.

But she couldn't have imagined, and I couldn't have imagined, that when Mr. Walter said he was worried about my health, and had specifically allowed me to take a leave of absence for a while, I felt like a thunderbolt rolling over my head.

Mr. Walter has a pair of lake-blue eyes, and when you look at him, you don't think he's the slightest bit selfish or ill-intentioned, he's definitely well-intentioned, and he's full of sincerity. When he mentioned my state of mind and began to list the advice he had given me, he didn't notice that I was on the verge of mania, and was afraid that the next impulse would pour all the glass of ice water in front of me on his head.

I kept wondering how he knew I had traumatic stress disorder and didn't even pay attention to what he was saying. He is now more presumptuous and annoying to me than the mosquitoes that have been buzzing in my ears in the summer.

I had to interrupt him: "Mr. Walter, I would have appreciated your concern if you had told me this a few months earlier, but now I'm mostly recovered, because if I hadn't recovered yet, I'd have thrown my hands off and walked away, or wouldn't mind throwing cold water on you." ”

When I had finished, Mr. Walter looked at me in astonishment with his innocent eyes.

I still suppressed my feelings of shame and anger.

The first thing that came to my mind was the doctor, because he was the first person to know, and my mother wouldn't say that no one was related to him but him. But I didn't think to question him in the first place, I calmed down for a while, the doctor has an obligation to protect the patient's privacy, he will not be stupid enough to sacrifice his professional ethics, besides, he has no stake in Walter, he will not have any communication, he has no need and no reason to do anything, there must be something in this matter that I have overlooked.

I took a deep breath, my face softened a lot, I looked at Walter and said, "I admit that you are right about what you know, but this already constitutes a privacy violation. Say it, explain it. ”

Walter is a very personable and educated person, he respects women very much, and does not meddle in the private affairs of employees, I have worked with him for two years, I can see that he is willing to confess to me like this without malice, he probably thinks that our relationship is good enough to need him as a leader to give me some humanistic care, so this time he will not grasp the proportion.

Walter said that he knew through his wife, who was kind because her loved me, and she would look at my exhibitions and collect my work. The word he asked for from me was to please his wife. In this way, Walter's wife should be considered a fan of mine.

This fact really surprised me.

Now let me guess, Walter's wife is the doctor's ex-wife, and what else can the connection between the doctor and the doctor's ex-wife be now, that is, the doctor's youngest daughter, whom I have also seen. So to sum it up, it turned out that it was the little cutie who accidentally got me into trouble.

I don't have a problem with Walter, I appreciate him as a talented, polite and measured boy, but I don't like or hate him, oh no, I hated him a little bit for a while.

At that time, I had just learned that his new wife was the doctor's ex-wife, and I was more partial and more trusting of the doctor in my heart, and when I saw Walter, I would think to myself, did he know that his beloved wife was a person who was a mess, did he know how much the doctor loved his wife, and whether he had or had intended to ruin their marriage.

But I only thought about it in my heart, and I treated him as before, and I didn't want to question or accuse him. I'm not the type of person who likes to meddle and don't think it's something I have a position to morally condemn him.

Knowing oneself is warm and cold, people's joys and sorrows can't be figured out, let alone outsiders. At the beginning, the doctor could not investigate the root cause, as long as I chose to believe him, he did his best to help me. If it were the other way around, I would have made the same choice, and if he needed help, I would do my best to help him, but I also believe that both he and Mr. Walter will be responsible for their actions.