Today is Saturday. Last night, Meizi told her lover Dr. Zhang about Tian Xiaoman's daughter Tian Juanjuan who was hospitalized with pneumonia with a fever and Tian Xiaoman asked for leave to take care of the child in the hospital and the work was temporarily handed over to her. and said that she may have to work overtime after work these days, and let Dr. Zhang and her son eat first for dinner and don't wait for her.

Recently, Meizi always talks about overtime when she comes home, and at the end of the year, every unit is busy working overtime to catch up with tasks. At night, the two of them were lying in the bed, Dr. Zhang stroked Meizi's smooth skin, and couldn't help but say with some distress:

"Xiao Juanjuan's body is too weak, looking at her body so thin, she is really thin and thin. The last time the two of them brought Xiao Juanjuan to our house, I said: She has poor physique because of lack of nutrition. ”

Her mother said that Juanjuan was too picky, she didn't drink milk, pork, beef and mutton, and she had been eating her mother's milk since she was a child, until she was two and a half years old. Meizi recalled, blinking at the pair of beloved "hairy eyes" as she spoke.

"Meizi, do you want me to pick you up tomorrow night, the ice on the road is too slippery, you need to be careful when riding a bicycle! In the past few days, the surgical ward has been full of patients who have accidentally broken their legs and arms while walking and cycling!" Dr. Zhang stroked his wife's round, bulging and elastic lower abdomen.

"Honey, no, you went to pick me up on the first day of overtime, and I don't know how long I have to stay! You and the child are waiting for me at home safely, and the lights are blind at night. Meizi opened her white and tender arms and hugged and lay in Dr. Zhang's arms。。。。。。

In the past few days, Meizi pushed open the door of room 312 in the morning and didn't see Wang Qingquan, and every time she put letters and documents on the dark brown office desktop, put hot water on the thermos, wiped the desktop and chair with a rag, and hurriedly exited the 312 office. Whether or not to go to the 312 office has become a heart problem for her during this period of time, and she wants to go but is afraid to go. Every time I think of this, my heart is sour, but there are also sweet memories. Although she didn't see Wang Qingquan every time she went to the office, she felt very kind when she saw his chair, used teacup and pen, and I don't know why this intimacy has become stronger and stronger recently, driving her to see him soon.

What is very strange is that human feelings have an irreversibility, and the heart that supports this irreversibility is your unwavering persistence. Time is a catalyst, and the more you don't want to touch something, the stronger it will attract you.

An irrepressible strong desire occupied Meizi's heart, that is, she wanted to see Wang Qingquan, and she wanted to see him immediately. Is this what people often say about the beauty of distance? This kind of beauty is simply incredible, and it makes people toss and turn like a soul, and she asks herself in her heart.

Tonight she could finally see the person she was so eager to see, Meizi's excitement was difficult to describe in words, she felt that time passed more slowly than ever, and she always looked forward to the early setting of the sun outside the window.

Meizi spent the whole day of Saturday in excitement and anxiety, sitting at the desk couldn't suppress the beating heart, beating so much that Meizi wanted to cover her heart with her hands, and Meizi didn't see Wang Qingquan from morning to almost after work.

Seeing that it was getting dark, it was getting dark around 5 p.m. in Suishi, which entered the winter, and it was time to get off work, and the people who went to work began to prepare to go home from work. Meizi sat there and stared blankly at the large stack of materials left by Xiao Tian to be sent to Wang Qingquan for overtime, and suddenly the internal phone on the table remembered the rapid ringtone, in this quiet room like water, the ringtone was so loud that it woke up Meizi in thought, and quickly grabbed the receiver of the phone,

"Oda! Hurry up and send me the details of next year's parts procurement, the inventory list of spare parts and the sales inventory of civilian products, etc., sent by each branch. Hehe, if you work hard for one night today, maybe you won't have to work overtime tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the dawn is finally just around the corner!" came out of the earpiece Wang Qingquan's humorous words that he couldn't forget when he came.

"Okay, Director Wang, I'll send it to you right away!"

"Hey, I was so busy that I forgot about Xiao Tian's leave. I'm sorry to make you hard, Meizi!"

Putting down the phone, Meizi, who was holding a large stack of materials on her chest, walked in the dimly lit corridor, the black high heels under her feet rhythmically tapping on the purple and shiny marble floor, and the crisp sound of "click, click, click" shattered the deathly silence in the corridor.

Maybe this sonorous voice is deliberately emboldening himself, and I can't imagine how terrible it is to wander alone in this dark and silent corridor. The sound hit the ceiling high in the corridor, and quickly reflected on the eardrum of Meizi, and the hand holding the information subconsciously covered his chest, feeling that the frequency of the heartbeat was synchronized with the impact sound of "click, click", but he felt that he was not enough, was he walking too fast!

Meizi confidently raised her head with the big waves of hairspray and straightened her already towering breasts, an action that made her confident in everything she did. As she walked at a fast pace and felt her whole body trembling irregularly due to tension, she consciously slowed down her pace and adjusted her rapid breathing.

At this time, her mind was full of longing for the scenes that would surprise and beat her heart after she stepped into room 312, and she imagined that after the door "banged" shut, Wang Qingquan suddenly came out of her back with many pranks either to hug her from time to time, or to grab her hair with ghostly madness, or to give her a crazy kiss with her stubble lips almost savagely, and liked to hear him murmur: "Meizi really misses you, really wants to."

Or seeing that he was holding the large stack of materials on his chest, Wang Qingquan immediately opened a chair and came to him like a whirlwind, like a nobleman in the 18th century European Renaissance, elegantly opened his hands to welcome her to the sofa, and then turned around gracefully and took away the large stack of materials that had been held for a long time from her arms, and kissed her gently on her moist lips and said:

"My dear miss, may I ask you to dance! right now. ”

The romantic plot is like a movie, scene by scene, sweetness replaces all worries and expectations, and the longing turns into a stream flowing freely in the valley to stir the beating heart of the plum.

How to push open the door, Meizi didn't feel it at all, the sound of "banging" the door woke up the illusionary Meizi, standing next to the door and ashamed of her gaffe and didn't know what to do, but the two "hairy eyes" looked intently at Wang Qingquan who was writing hard in the notebook.

The same sound of the door closing also woke up Wang Qingquan, who was engrossed in writing a diary, and his habits of life and work have changed a lot in the past ten years, but the habit of writing a diary has never stopped. He raised his head, as if he had just come back from swimming in the sea of words, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at Meizi who was standing there blankly:

"Ah, it's almost the New Year, you see how beautiful our plums are dressed today! Why can't I come! I'm not a tiger, I look at you so scared, am I so terrible! Why are you so sluggish? Ha, ha, ha. ”

Wang Qingquan laughed happily, and this laughter washed away the fatigue of the day. Meizi, who came back to her senses, smiled unnaturally on her face, and hurriedly stepped forward to hand over the information she held on her chest:

"Director Wang, these are all the materials that Director Tian asked me to hand over to you, and they have been waiting for you for a day! It's not easy to meet you!. Meizi said with a hint of teasing. In the process of handing over the documents, the hands of the two people touched each other again, and Wang Qingquan quickly removed his hand and said:

"Meizi, today's workload is not much, overtime is at most an hour and a half, and I don't need any files and materials, stay for a while and you can go home! Ride slowly on the road! The road is slippery and cycling is too dangerous, and you haven't eaten, go back quickly! Don't let Dr. Zhang worry about you." ”

After saying the sentence "Don't let Dr. Zhang worry about you", Wang Qingquan made a mischievous smile to Meizi, then picked up the pen on the table and prepared to continue writing a diary in the notebook, no longer paying attention to Meizi standing alone in front of the desk.