my naughty female president

Annie stopped talking and concentrated on her work.Maybe it's because the business is too hot, and the food I ordered has been delayed. I'm a bit bored and don't want to disturb Annie's work.

When I saw Anne’s tablet on the table, I took it casually, opened the tablet, and there were all her photos in it, and I swipe to appreciate them one by one.

I have to say that Annie's professionalism is really strong. Even a layman like me can see that both the angle of finding the scene and the use of light have reached the extreme.

She photographs almost everything, bustling street scenes, empty night sky, vast grasslands, rolling mountains and rivers, almost everything that one expects to find.

In addition to these, there are some photos of people’s lives, such as a photo of a skinny child with a bare upper body driving a herd of cows, a photo of a working woman carrying a bamboo basket, a photo of a crying child in the bamboo basket, and a photo of a wrinkled face. A picture of an old man with a vicissitudes of life sitting at the base of the earthen wall basking in the sun.

Looking at these photos, I can't help but feel that every time Annie presses the shutter is not only a photo, but also a kind of life.

Looking at these photos, I suddenly realized that when I was drunk on the street, Anne had quietly walked through so many places, and experienced so many shocking natural scenery and the warmth and warmth of the world.

And I once had the same dream, but now I am slowly rotting in this city.

I think I envy Anne, she can slowly approach her ideal step by step by herself, although the road is bumpy and she walks falteringly, but she never changes direction.

But I chose to drift with the tide and let the torrent of life rush me to an unknown place. The original dream has long been the other side that I can't go back to.

I turned back one by one, looked at the scenery in the photos and felt the feeling of being there in my heart, as if I had been there too.

When I turned to the last dozen photos, my mood seemed to be affected by some unknown emotion. I saw the Gobi, Populus euphratica, and the white-topped and gray-bottomed snow-capped mountains that never melt all year round. , I saw the colorful prayer flags pulled across the road from one mountain to another.

My breathing suddenly became rapid, and I suddenly knew what this place was, and I also knew that there was a man who abandoned his wife and children for this place and left his hometown for decades without hearing from him. I remember this since I was four years old and never for a moment Forgotten places, this is Tibet.

My mood change finally caught Annie's attention. She seemed to realize something at once, and took the tablet computer in my hand.After seeing the photos on the tablet, she instantly understood the reason for my emotional changes.

"So you went to Tibet!" I murmured while looking at her, but her appearance was blurred in my eyes. At this moment, my pupils could no longer focus, and my thoughts had already flown to a distant place.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you see these photos!" Annie's tone was full of self-blame and apology. In this world, except for my mother, she is the only one who knows my taboos.

"It's okay Annie, you know, it's not your fault." At this moment, it was like a grass growing in my heart. It was growing rapidly and spreading rapidly, almost tearing my heart apart. With the crazily growing of this weed, the suffocating hatred gradually turned into a towering tree.

I thought it must have been my terrible look that scared Anne, and she closed the notebook and put her hand on my clenched fist.

"Brother, don't be like this, it's been so many years, why can't you forget it, I know some things are difficult, but if you are willing to try to forget, there will always be..."

"Annie, stop talking!" I interrupted Annie. "You know that some things are hard to pass, how can I try to forget, I remind myself almost all the time not to forget."

"..."

"Annie, you have been to this place. Can you tell me what is so good about this place? It is just a desert where not a single blade of grass grows. Why is this place worth abandoning everything to pursue?"

"elder brother……"

"Annie, I will definitely visit this place. Some things must have a reason and an effect! My mother is dead, and I have to explain to her!"

"Brother... If you must go, I will accompany you... You have to understand that you are not alone. There are people in this world who care about you besides your mother... You still have friends, you still have us!"

I just felt a wave of hatred piercing my whole body, and I couldn't really hear what Anne said.

The entire meal was dull due to this episode. I couldn't bear to see Annie look at me with sad eyes. I originally wanted to treat her to a good meal, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

But I really couldn't be happy, and Annie seemed to be affected by me and lost her appetite, so she only moved a few chopsticks and then put it down.I felt a little remorseful, and felt sorry for Anne.

After this frustrating dinner, Annie offered to take me home, but I refused. I couldn't bear the silence caused by the topic just now with her.

She didn't insist anymore, she knew me, she knew that what I need most at this time is to be alone, she has always been like this for so many years.

She drove her red Toyota sedan out of the parking lot in the backyard of the hotel. When she passed by me, she stopped, rolled down the window and smiled at me and said, "Brother, I'm leaving!"

Thinking of what happened tonight, I hesitated and said, "Annie, I'm sorry, I'll treat you to dinner another day!"

Annie didn't speak, just looked at me with a pair of eyes, then smiled and shook her head.I know what she means, she is saying that there is no need to be so polite between us.I waved to her and she rolled up the window and drove off.

Annie left for a long time and I still stood there in a daze. I took out a cigarette to calm down the mood just now, but I couldn't find a lighter. My mood became irritable in an instant, and I felt sick for no reason. .

I suddenly want to have a hangover, I have forgotten when the last time I was drunk.

I have seen too many people get drunk, so I always stop with a drink before I get drunk. I don't want to be as ugly as those drunks.

But tonight I really want to get drunk once, not for anything else, just want to end this long night early.

So I went into a convenience store and bought a bottle of white wine, and sat on the steps under a big banyan tree by the side of the road. The shadow of the banyan tree gave me a dark place, just enough to block the eyes of passers-by.

I opened the bottle cap and took a few sips. The fiery liquid burned from my throat to my stomach like a ball of fire, which made me feel a little bit of pleasure.Then he raised his head and took a few mouthfuls...

If a person deliberately buys drunk, he will get drunk soon, and I drank a bottle of wine in a short time.

I began to feel my head spinning and the ground shaking under my feet.I got up in a hurry, I wanted to get myself back before the alcohol kicked in, I knew that if I couldn't go back tonight, I would have to sleep on the street.

This is just an ordinary night, no one will find out that I am missing my night, and no one will look for me with a lamp.Maybe Annie will give me a call when she gets home, but I'm probably too drunk to answer.

I went to the side of the road and stopped a taxi with my footsteps. After telling him the address, I couldn't sit still, and I couldn't hear what the driver said.

It's like being in a floating space, no matter how hard you try, you can't find your center of gravity. It seems that even the earth has lost its gravity.I know I got my wish drunk.

I hardly knew how I got out of the car and returned to my residence. It was already half an hour when I woke up.I sat up from the bed and found that I had slept all night in my clothes. I hurriedly checked the room, but fortunately there was no vomit.

When I came to the bathroom to wash up, I realized that besides my dark complexion and blood-red eyes, I also had a large bruise on my forehead.

I vaguely remember that I bumped into the door frame when I opened the door, and I didn't feel any pain at the time, but now it seems that the bump was really serious.

This incident also proves from the side that alcohol can indeed relieve people's pain, whether it is physical or mental.

I looked at the time and thought that I was already late anyway, so I was not in a hurry to rush to the company. The big deal was as she said before, one day’s salary would be deducted every time I was late. Anyway, I lost the watermelon and why did I care about sesame seeds? of.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered the office door, Mu Xichun came out with a gloomy face. She stared at me with a stern expression and did not speak, as if she was waiting for my explanation.

It seems that my saving her that night did not change her attitude towards me. Maybe this is the common problem of all young ladies. There is no debt.

I didn't even look at her, walked to my desk and sat down leisurely, then opened the folder to look at today's schedule, and found that there was no other arrangement except for an internal meeting in the afternoon.

Then turn on the computer and start putting together some project progress reports.I deliberately prepared for the day's work in an orderly manner as usual, deliberately pretending to completely ignore her existence.

Although I didn't look at her face, I knew that her beautiful face must be turning blue a little at the moment.

"Shouldn't you explain something to me?" She finally couldn't stand my attitude, she seemed to know that I, a scumbag, would not speak before she spoke.

"There's something wrong, I'm late!" I said lightly.

"What can be more important than work? Can you have a serious attitude that work should have!" Her tone was cold.

"I got into a fight with an underwear thief. Do you think this can be a reason for me to be late?"

I thought of the news about the frequent theft of women's underwear in a residential area a few days ago, and I started to make up nonsense, and I still felt that it was not enough. I pointed to my blue forehead and said, "Look, my head is still hurting!"