The exterior of the small ceramic jar is a very comfortable blue-green, the body of the jar is as smooth and warm as jade, and it is also painted with colorful mountain stone monkey play patterns.

The stopper of the small ceramic jar is even more special, it is wrapped in a blue cloth with floral embroidery, and two small beads are strung on top with a string to make it easier for people to remove.

Even if it is not said that it is used to hold tea, Peng Yongjin thinks that this ceramic jar is very beautiful and can be placed at home as a handicraft for appreciation!

"Haicheng? Xiao Yang, is your hometown from Haicheng? ”

Peng Yongjin took it and fiddled with it with some affection. After saying that, he also opened the lid and sniffed the tea inside.

Huaguoshan Yunwu Tea belongs to the alpine green tea, because the tea tree grows in the misty mountain, the water vapor is sufficient, the leaves are thick, so the content of amino acids, tea polyphenols, and caffeine is very high, and the fragrance is more strong and lasting than other teas after being made into tea.

Good tea!

Peng Yongjin didn't boast, but he was already secretly approving in his heart.

"Yes, Mr. Peng has been to our Haicheng before?"

Yang Xin asked.

"I've been there, my son-in-law is from Haicheng, and I've been to Haicheng with them before, but unfortunately there were other things at that time, the time was relatively tight, and I went to other places, but I didn't go to Huaguo Mountain to see ......"

Peng Yongjin said with some regret.

"So that's the case, Mr. Peng, it's okay, your daughters are married to Haicheng, and there will definitely be many opportunities to go to Haicheng to play in the future. Maybe when I will be in Haicheng, I will be a tour guide for Mr. Peng and take you to Huaguo Mountain to see macaques! ”

"Haha, she didn't marry Haicheng, and the two of them are also working in the capital now. However, Xiao Yang, I can remember what you said, and I will find you as a tour guide when I go to Haicheng in the future. ”

"No problem! It must be arranged for Teacher Peng! ”

"Xiao Yang, you really know how to say with this mouth, you deserve to be a live broadcast."

With such a relationship, Peng Yongjin now looks at Yang Xin more cordially.

......

Yang Xin chatted with Peng Yongjin in the sample book warehouse for half an hour before returning to their office on the fifth floor. However, no one nagged him to run to fish again today.

Maybe it was because the box of wine yesterday was too drunk, Ke Jialin couldn't get up and took half a day off.

Although Zhou Po came to work, he was not like Yang Xin, who was like no one after the other night, he was still in a trance and couldn't lift his spirits.

Zhou Po will definitely not say that Yang Xin is not doing his job, his personality dictates that he can't put on the posture of a small leader at all.

Even, when he saw Yang Xin coming back, he asked Yang Xin to help him cover up and let him secretly lie on the table and squint for a while.

After Yang Xin sat down, he took out the bookmark that was still on the table, and continued to read the book that he was going to introduce next week.

However, before he could get into the groove, the phone first "buzzed" and vibrate.

Yang Xin picked up his mobile phone, and the name displayed in the call reminder made him a little dazed.

"Song Yifei".

How is she?

After graduation, to be precise, after the student union to take graduation photos two months before graduation, Yang Xin and her did not meet again.

Even though both of them stayed in the capital to work, because of that subtle intimacy, there seemed to be an extra layer of awkwardness between them, and they both tacitly pretended that nothing had happened, and they tacitly did not contact each other again.

But after almost half a year, why did she take the initiative to call herself?

Worried that the other party was in a hurry, and after a little trance for two seconds, Yang Xin took his mobile phone and got up to go to the stairs of the safe passage to make an indirect call.

"Morning chairman, why did you call me suddenly?"

Yang Xin took the initiative to ask in a hearty voice, just like when he was at school.

"It's early, it's almost ten o'clock. Are you at work? ”

A familiar voice sounded, and the figure of a delicate and capable girl with a high ponytail suddenly appeared in Yang Xin's head.

"At work."

"Didn't bother you, did you? Is it convenient to answer the phone? ”

"Convenient, I walked all the way to the stairwell. The chairman has any need to do so. ”

Yang Xin knew that Song Yifei was not a character who liked to talk around, so he smiled and went straight to the point.

"It's not like there's anything ......"

Song Yifei actually hesitated.

However, this tone did not last long, and she quickly told Yang Xin the main purpose of the call.

"I just wanted to have a meal with you. Are you free tonight? We haven't seen each other for half a year, haven't we? ”

Song Yifei asked Yang Xin to dinner, which is not unusual. On the contrary, during college, Song Yifei and Yang Xin often met for dinner.

However, at that time, their relationship was very simple.

Song Yifei is the president of the student union of their North China University and the executive chairman of the All-China Federation of Students, and Yang Xin is her left arm and right hand, and she is also her most trusted good friend.

Even if they meet for dinner, they talk about the work of the student union.

If it weren't for that meal and that wine, maybe they wouldn't have been without contact for half a year.

Could it be that she doesn't remember?

Yang Xin is not sure.

But whether Song Yifei doesn't remember it, or she doesn't want to mention the gaffe that night, Yang Xin feels that she should maintain this tacit understanding of "not mentioning" with her.

"Yes, it's been half a year in a flash. You're busy with work, and I've just been working for a short time, and I don't have time to ask you out for a little intern. No problem tonight, no other arrangements. ”

Yang Xin readily agreed.

"Okay, you send me a location, and I'll look for you when I get off work. Don't talk about it, you're busy! ”

Song Yifei is still the Song Yifei in Yang Xin's impression, always in a hurry, never saying a word of nonsense.

"Okay, we'll talk in the evening."

Yang Xin didn't know where they were going to eat at night, but as soon as his words fell, there was a beep of busy sound on his mobile phone.

All right......

It seems that Chairman Song Da has a lot of work in the new unit!

Yang Xin shook his head with a smile and put the phone back.

......

At six o'clock in the evening, Yang Xin clocked out on time.

He also thought that Song Yifei came by subway, so he directly sent her the location of the subway station near the Beijing Literature Publishing House.

Coming out of the publishing house, Yang Xin walked over and stood next to the subway entrance during the rush hour, staring at the flow of people out of the station who kept emerging from the stairs, waiting for a familiar figure to appear.

At this time, it was sunset, the lights were on, and under the hazy light, most of the people who came and went were expressionless. Yang Xin stood for a few minutes and found that except for a few children with innocent smiles on their faces, everyone else seemed to have become numb under the pressure of work and life.

Yang Xin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After he came out of school, many of the old editors he saw in the publishing house were also old editors who were as dull as these pedestrians.

In such an environment, he didn't know if he would become like this.

But if he hadn't been sent to do live broadcasts, Yang Xin felt that his enthusiasm for facing society and the world was also worn out little by little.

Maybe in a few years, he won't be able to sweat and sweat and show his youth happily with his friends for an activity like he did in school, right?

"Seon lost his horse, but he didn't know if it was a blessing......"

Yang Xin couldn't help but think of this poem.

Before his thoughts could spread, the phone in his hand vibrate.

"Hey, Chairman, where are you?"

"On the side of the road? Aren't you on the subway? ”

"Okay, I'll come out."

Yang Xin followed Song Yifei's instructions and came to the side of the road, where a black Mercedes-Benz big G was parked next to the bus stop with double flashes.