According to the contract, Mr. Qiu put the guaranteed income of the first year into the account of the scenic spot before the start of construction.

The company rewarded Manager Han and her in cash.

Li Xiang got a bonus of nearly a year's salary.

I told Manager Chen as soon as possible and wanted to thank him for a treat.

Manager Chen still said: "This is what you deserve, continue to work hard in the future." ”

Li Xiang invited Chen Fei to the snack street in the city to eat again, and gave her a cute puppet.

After that, Li Xiang obviously felt that Mr. Li and Manager Han's attitude towards him had changed.

I feel polite, everything is businesslike, and there is no other verbal exchange.

Li Xiang's recent work is not only to document documents, go to the ground, but also answer the phone.

Mr. Qiu's project started, and there was too much coordination work required.

Sometimes it takes more than 10 phone calls to solve a problem.

When office workers go to the cafeteria, they will pass by a row of lounge chairs by the lake.

Li Xiang can often see the same couple sitting on the same chair recently.

The couple is probably in their 40s.

The man's face is carved with vicissitudes, flat head, wearing a plaid shirt and light grass velvet pants.

A pair of old, shiny leather shoes.

The woman was wearing a hat and a white mask, and she couldn't see her entire face clearly.

Wearing dark grey leather shoes.

The two men sat hand in hand, and the man also gave the woman a hat and collar from time to time.

When they saw Li Xiang passing by, they would look at her intently, and their eyes would follow Li Xiang's back.

A few days later, when Li wanted to pass by, the two husbands and wives sat there again.

The man stopped her, dropped the woman's hand, got up and walked over to her.

"Little girl, can you please take a picture for us."

"Yes, where can I shoot it?"

"It's okay, it's right here."

"Okay."

Li Xiang took the camera handed over by the man.

Only then did I find that the man's legs were a little lame, he walked high and low, and he also had a long scar on his hand.

The man turned around again to pick up the woman sitting on the stool and removed the woman's mask.

Li Xiang was stunned.

What a delicate face she was, with moth eyebrows and teeth.

It's just a wooden expression on his thin face, and there is no light in his eyes.

There should be a psychiatric condition.

She was definitely a beauty when she was young, and she was the glamorous and vulgar kind.

The man smiled, and the two stood side by side, holding hands.

Li Xiang took several photos for them.

"Uncle, I have taken several pictures of you, you can choose them."

"Uh-huh, thank you."

"You're welcome"

"Little girl, you are so energetic, can we take a group photo, we look at the photo and feel energetic."

"This ..... All right. ”

Li Xiang asked a tourist to help take pictures.

Three people stood side by side.

The man's height is about the same as Li Xiang's

This time, the man let the woman stand in the middle, and tenderly turned sideways to the woman and said, "Be good, laugh, I'll accompany you to eat fried oil cake later, you can eat as many as you want." ”

Then he said to the tourists who helped take pictures: "Please take a few more photos." ”

"Yay, fried cakes, I want to eat fried cakes," the woman shouted happily like a child.

"You just said fried oil cake?" Li Xiang thanked the tourists who helped take pictures, and asked curiously.

"Well, her favorite thing to eat is fried oil cake, but she is seriously ill now, and the doctor won't let her eat it."

"I also like to eat fried oil cakes, Auntie is sick?"

"Hmm"

"Then you should hurry home and don't catch a cold."

"Thanks, we'll be home in a minute."

Li Xiang also walked to the cafeteria.

The cold wind howled, and the leaves on the trees were gone, leaving only the bare trunks.

She turned around and saw the man limping by the woman's hand and slowly walking towards the door.

should have envied their affection, but there was a wave of sentimentality in his heart.

And then for a long time.

When Li Xiang passed by that chair, he occasionally remembered the image of the couple holding hands.

It's just that I never saw them again.