Later, when Yuer arrived at the school, the exams had already begun. She took off her raincoat, her forehead was still stained with rain, said hello to the invigilator, and sat down wet for the exam.

At the end of the exam, the head teacher called Yu Er out, and Yu Beiye sent her glasses that had fallen at home. Yu Er stepped forward to take it under his gaze, and Yu Beiye really reprimanded her: "Who asked you to come over?" Yu Er snorted, not daring to answer, because if he answered, he would be reprimanded more violently.

And so on and so forth.

In addition, Yu Beiye and Hong Jialan had a small quarrel for three days, a big quarrel for five days, and a drop of things every ten days, Yu Er, who was already introverted, became more and more unconfident and did not dare to communicate with others.

Of course, there are some points of happiness, just looking at how much Yu Er dares to be presumptuous in front of acquaintances, you can know how much Hong Jialan's love fills her sadness and anxiety.

In the past, Yu Er didn't think that Yu Beiye didn't love her. She made a lot of excuses for Yu Beiye, maybe it was because of the pressure of raising a family, or maybe she felt that she could expose all her bad feelings to her family. She ignored the sentence "three generations of my family" that she had heard in a trance, and relied on that little time of harmony to comfort herself for many years.

Until Hong Jialan died.

Hong Jialan's death turned all the past upside down, covering the only remaining warmth of their father and daughter. Day after day, year after year, the regret of my mother's sudden death and the fear and hatred of my father gradually mounted. Over the years, the success of her career has replaced her mother as Yuer's protective color, she thought she was strong enough, but she was broken by Peng Duoyun, it turned out that she came from her father, and her fear of the world never disappeared. So, she eventually broke out.

Yu Beiye suffered a lot when he was young, his parents divorced, and he went out at the age of sixteen. Maybe he thinks his daughter is squeamish, maybe he loves only himself from beginning to end, maybe he has a good personality and Yuer doesn't want to explore. Indeed, as it is said, the grace of fertility is greater than heaven,

For many years since his mother passed away, Yu Er has sent money to Yu Beiye every month, and occasionally called him during the New Year's holidays, but the number of times he has returned home can be counted on his fingers.

She didn't dare to go back. For her, home and outside seem to be like two worlds, she is in Qizhou, and as soon as she returns home, she falls into the past and struggles to get out.

When the clock rang at zero o'clock and the fireworks scattered, Yuer parked the car on the side of the road and watched for a while. The phone lit up, Yu Er took it to see, Sui Jinyu sent her a photo of everyone watching fireworks together, everyone was weird. Yu Er looked at them, and felt that he was already dying, and he could not get out of joy.

In the end, Sui Jinyu posted a photo of Lin Yidong secretly standing on the edge of the railing and looking up at the fireworks. The fireworks in the distance were brilliant, and the lights were dim, reflecting on his face. Yuer stretched out his finger and touched his face in the photo, and his face was full of sadness.

She went back to her apartment in Qizhou, and she was bored for a few days, not answering any phone calls or replying to any messages, swaying, not knowing what she was thinking.

That night, Yu Er called Mo Tianhao to the studio. Mo Tianhao saw that her face was sallow, and said with concern: "Boss, what's wrong with you?" After so many days of not answering the phone, didn't you go home? Yu Er looked up at him, as if he had no strength, and cheered up and said, "It's okay." ”

She sat up straight and said to Mo Tianhao, who was sitting in front of her, "Xiao Mo, I'm going to open a new book." "So fast?" Mo Tianhao was surprised. "Hmm." Yu Er lowered his head, his long hair fell on the table, "I'm going to Beijing, Weizi's house is very quiet, and I can live in it if I clean it up." "To Beijing?" Mo Tianhao was puzzled, "What about the studio?" "Over to you."

After the plagiarism turmoil, the circulation of the magazine has dropped a lot, but in fact, as long as there are no twists and turns, it can still survive peacefully.

Mo Tianhao is a very versatile assistant. Yuer often teased him, wearing the name of a domineering president and doing the work of an assistant to the president.

Mo Tianhao thought for a long time before replying: "You're not afraid that I will make the studio my own?" Yuer looked at him with a smile, "Don't be afraid." ”

Yu Er and Mo Tianhao met by accident.

She has always disliked going out to socialize, but that day, she accidentally put on a full makeup, and felt that it was a pity not to go out for a while, so she went out to dinner with the leaders of the publishing group.

The leader brought a small staff member, who was Mo Tianhao. Yuer had been paying attention to him, he seemed to have just entered the workplace, and after eating a meal, the whole house was overflowing.

In the workplace, the leader toasts people, and the rookie has to cross half the table to pour wine for each other. If someone pours the leader to drink, the rookie will quickly block it, and he will be silent.

This little rookie flew around diligently, and did not dare to turn the table to eat vegetables, and drank a lot of wine after a meal. Yu Er intended to let him go out to breathe, and smiled with the other party's leader: "I didn't bring an assistant, I want to buy a cigarette and share it with everyone, can you trouble your assistant to go there?" ”

Mo Tianhao was dizzy from drinking, and when the cold wind blew when he went out, he was a lot more sober. He sat on the steps in front of the door, thinking about his future. Those so-called people who have come over say that young people come like this, so should he continue to live like this?

The cold female voice sounded leisurely, "Are you comfortable?" Seeing that it was Yu Er, Mo Tianhao hurriedly got up, "Teacher Yanxi, I'll buy you the cigarettes you want right away." "No, I don't." Yu Er waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay to wait a while." I see you haven't eaten much just now, and you've drunk so much wine, don't you feel sick in your stomach? Mo Tianhao was a little restrained, "It's okay." Yu Er nodded, "There are noodle sellers over there, you can eat a bowl when you go to buy cigarettes and come back, I think it's almost drunk inside, it should be fine." Mo Tianhao didn't react for a while, "Oh......" Yu Er glanced at him and said heartily: "Then I'll go back first." ”

Mo Tianhao suddenly stopped her, "Wait, Teacher Yanxi." Yur turned and looked at him suspiciously. Mo Tianhao mustered up his courage and stepped forward and said, "My name is Mo Tianhao." "Mo Tianhao......" Yu Er read it again, and said with a light smile, "Hello, my name is Yu Er."

Yuer stretched out his hand, "Come on!" Mo Tianhao gently held her hand, looked at her with brilliance in his eyes, and smiled shyly.

Later, when Yuer's studio was established, Mo Tianhao went to apply.

Yu Er lowered her head and looked at her resume, feeling that the name was a little familiar, she looked up at him and suddenly realized, "It's you!" The original company resigned? ”

Mo Tianhao nodded. In fact, it is very simple to be loyal to death, as long as you are sincere, you can always get it back. Mo Tianhao has been following Yu Er since the beginning of the studio, and it is a word of encouragement and equal treatment in exchange.

Yuer looked cold, but the staff was very easy-going, because he had suffered a lot of grievances when he was young, and he couldn't bear to let others taste that kind of taste. She took Mo Tianhao as her younger brother and trusted him more and more, and Mo Tianhao was also down-to-earth and willing to work, and he could do big and small things, and his salary could be said to be rising.

Therefore, Mo Tianhao's life is a little different from that of ordinary young people.