Can't help feeling for you: can't live without you

Chapter 1 Western Medicine Tablets (1)
A man who looks very elegant on the outside can also be very street on the inside, like a bitter western pill coated with sugar, just like her boss Yuan Jingrui. ——Dong Zhiwei.

Dong Zhiwei's childhood memories started from the small street next to the factory building filled with the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.Her parents were both employees of the same pharmaceutical factory. In that era, a stable job was the basis for a person and even a family life. Only having a job was recognized by the society, and only had a job to form a family. To raise children, Zhiwei's parents have done all this step by step, and their life is simple and logical.

The house was allocated by the pharmaceutical factory. The dusty old house was built next to the pharmaceutical factory. It was a small room. When I first moved in, there was no gas pipe. In winter, people in the whole building used briquette stoves. A fire was lit outside the door, the pungent burning smell was mixed with the aroma of cooking, and the first to sixth floors were full of white mist.

The room is also extremely cramped, a one-bedroom household of less than [-] square meters. Xia Zhiwei sits in the aisle with a small chair peeling edamame and choosing vegetables. From time to time, he has to be careful that the small enamel pot is stepped on by busy adults.

Zhiwei's mother has poor eyesight and nearly [-] degrees of nearsightedness. Many things are not easy to do. Fortunately, her husband is considerate and caring, rushing to do everything, and her daughter is also considerate. She is always happy to be taken care of by her family. Every time she took the peeled edamame, she would kiss her daughter's face and say, "Be good, baby."

As for Zhiwei's father, every day when he comes home, he makes a lot of noise. As soon as the door is opened, he will stride in. If it is a hot day, he will bend down cheerfully when he sees his daughter, pinch her face and say something. , "Come and drink the salt soda that Dad brought back."

Dad works in the workshop. Salt soda is a bonus for hot geniuses. He always doesn’t drink it himself. He puts it back in a small thermos bottle. When it’s poured out, it’s still cold, and he eats it with snow ice cubes——Zhiwei’s comment Best memories of summer.

At the age of school, Zhiwei carries her schoolbag and walks along the small street next to the factory to the elementary school only a few hundred meters away from home to go to school.

At the corner of the small street is a tall wall covered with a roof, and inside is a pharmaceutical workshop. There is always white mist transpiring, and there are dim yellow lights shining out no matter morning or evening.Because the high walls have been soaked in steam all year round, the cement walls are covered with moss, the ground is always wet, and the air is full of the strong smell of Chinese patent medicines.

When Zhiwei was just studying, naughty boys threatened her, saying that it was the place where the factory put dead bodies.Zhiwei firmly believed in this. At that time, she felt that everyone around her had spent their entire lives in this factory, so she was so frightened that she would run and jump every time she walked by, never daring to stay longer.It didn't get better until her father took her in to have a look, and there were just piles of mechanical objects inside.

At that time, Zhiwei thought that all this would never change.

Zhiwei has never been able to remember the day when those white vapors that seemed to never disappear suddenly stopped, the high walls covered with moss became dry, and then the really terrible thing happened, the pharmaceutical factory closed, her Both parents were laid off overnight.

In the days that followed, no matter how dark the twilight was, the lights at home were often forgotten to be turned on until the darkness overwhelmed everything.

The father ran around looking for job opportunities and was often away from home. The emaciated mother sobbed softly in the middle of the night, and was afraid that her daughter would hear her, so she kept covering her face with a quilt.

Zhiwei was already fourteen or five years old at that time. She thought she understood everything and was powerless at the age. Knowing that her parents didn't want her to see their part, she wanted to pretend that she didn't see it, but the pain was all real, because she didn't know the future. what will happen.

But every day in the dark night, Zhiwei heard the low and firm conversation of his parents, the hoarse voice seemed to be swearing.

"Don't delay the child."

"Yes, you can't say anything."

They all thought she was asleep, but she never could, Zhiwei asked herself in the dark what could she do for this family?But the answer is all hopeless, she is still a child, she is not even old enough to get an ID card.

Afterwards, Zhiwei's parents became busy. Her father found a job as a night watchman for the warehouse, and always entered the door in the early morning with the remaining moonlight. As for her mother, she made many small woolen products at home every day. Her eyes are not good, and she often gets very close under the lamp. Sometimes when Zhiwei is doing her homework at night, when she suddenly looks up, she feels that her hair is covered with a layer of light.

Zhiwei walked over and grabbed her hand and said, "Mom, don't do it."

The mother clapped her daughter's hand away, "It's just for entertainment, and I'm bored at home."

In fact, Zhiwei's mother does not make these things for entertainment, but sells them for money to supplement the family's income. She is afraid that her daughter will find out that she always waits for Zhiwei to go to school before going out to sell them by car, and dare not stay away from home. Very close place, every time I have to go around for a long time.

After working so hard, my mother's highly myopic eyes quickly developed problems. At first, her eyes were stinging and often shed tears, and then her eyeballs became cloudy. Zhiwei was in the third year of junior high school and walked out of school every day It was almost seven o'clock, and my father was away all night. When my mother's eyes began to appear dark spots and the fundus of the eyes was bleeding, everything was irreparable.

The doctor announced that the result was retinal detachment, and my father stood dumbfounded in the corridor of the hospital, murmuring repeatedly, "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

Zhiwei's parents, like many ordinary people with little medical knowledge, never thought that high myopia would deteriorate to the point of blindness. The mother was kept a secret for a while, lying on the hospital bed and groping for her husband's hand plead.

"Let's stop watching, hurry up and go home, I'll take more eye drops, and it will be fine to raise it at home, my daughter is about to be promoted to high school, don't waste the money for hospitalization."

Because she couldn't see, she didn't even know that her daughter was standing there listening to her repeating the same words over and over again.

Zhiwei heard the words piercing her heart, but she didn't dare to cry out. She looked down and saw that her tears had silently wet the sheets of the hospital bed. She was afraid that her mother would touch them, so she had to cover them with her hands and kept covering them. It didn't take long for the water stains to dry, so that she could feel the dampness under her palms when she recalled that day many years later.

Expensive medical bills exhausted the last savings of the small family, and the blind mother also needed to be taken care of. Zhiwei finally gave up the chance to enter high school and chose a professional vocational college closest to home.

Zhiwei’s grades are very good, and the school waived her tuition and miscellaneous fees. She successfully completed three years of higher vocational education, and immediately started working after graduation. Bachelor's degree certificate.There was a Chinese New Year meal with relatives, and it happened that my aunt’s daughter came back from studying abroad at her own expense. When it came to studying and looking for a job, my uncle said something extra, saying that he was also a college student, and a night college diploma like Xiang Zhiwei’s was worse than a full-time one. Far.

As soon as my uncle finished speaking, my always gentle father blushed on the spot and almost quarreled with him at the dinner table.

While waiting for the bus, her mother held Zhiwei's hand for a long time on the street, and Zhiwei knew what she was thinking, so she immediately comforted her.

"Same thing, my current job is fine too."

While talking, I am glad that I joined Chengfang. Although Yuan Jingrui is not a perfect boss, but he is generous in his actions and the company is famous. Every time the campus recruits, the team is lined up like a Spring Festival travel scene, and he wants to join Chengfang. There are so many people here, and she, a young night university graduate who can achieve this position, does not know how many people's glasses she has fallen through.

With so many benefits, of course there are also sacrifices. The intensity of work is astonishingly high. Overtime is commonplace, from nine to seven to eighty to ninety to early morning, but Zhiwei doesn't mind.

At least it was better than the job she had, at least better than being with Wen Bailiang.

Thinking of the name, Zhiwei scolded herself again, and agreed not to think about it anymore. In her opinion, that part of the past was not worth nostalgic, and it would be even more shameful to keep thinking about it.

Dong Zhiwei is 24 years old, thin-boned and soft-spoken. Because she has been a secretary all year round, she always smiles when facing others, but her inner life has long been polished like steel. She knows this better than anyone else.

At 45:[-] in the morning, Dong Zhiwei sat down at her desk, turned on the computer, and the schedule popped up. She took a sip of the soy milk in her own thermos, and glanced at the three telephones in front of her.

I don't know which one rang first today.

If it was the first one, she might have to stand up to answer it to show solemnity and politeness. The second one is just a company internal line. Although it is complicated, it is much easier to handle. As for the third one, it always makes her feel very annoying.

The door opened, and someone walked in, bringing a slight wind. It was very cold, and the black coat passed her eyes, accompanied by the sudden ringing of the phone.

Before Zhiwei could say hello, she reached for the phone, and the person who walked in also turned around, saw the phone she was pressing, narrowed her eyes slightly, and shook her head at her.

Zhiwei then replied, "Sorry, Mr. Yuan is very busy recently, he is not in Shanghai, and I don't know when he will come back." The tone was professional and sincere.

The man standing in front of her nodded and smiled appreciatively. Yuan Jingrui is over 30 and has been in the mall for so many years. It is a miracle that he still maintains a perfect figure and can wear even simple clothes It has to make a woman blush, and when she smiles, there are a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, which is even more attractive.

Dong Zhiwei was still answering the questions on the other end of the phone, watching his boss turn and walk into the famous office, the black automatic door closed behind him without a sound.

When Zhiwei hung up the phone, even through the invisible complicated wires, he could hear the crisp heartbreaking voice.

There is really no need for that.

A man who looks very elegant on the outside can also be very street on the inside, like a bitter western pill coated with sugar, just like her boss Yuan Jingrui.

Dong Zhiwei can’t be blamed for thinking this way. She saw Yuan Jingrui fighting fiercely in the first month of her employment. She drove to a secluded place at night and was surrounded by people. She didn’t know what happened at first, until the thick wooden stick and the ax She yelled in horror after knocking on the window of the car. What made her even more terrified was that Yuan Jingrui rushed down with the driver. After a scuffle, she climbed to the back of the car and wanted to call the police. After she took out her phone, everything was quiet.

Her first thought was, it's over, and she can't care about calling the police. When she saw a brick in the grass, she dropped her phone and went to catch it.

Then she heard the sound of a lighter "ding", as if someone was lighting a cigarette, and then someone whispered, "Secretary Dong, Secretary Dong?"

She wanted to stand up, but her legs were weak. The sound of footsteps went around the front of the car and came to her. She raised her head and saw the man in the shadow of the moonlight. He was only wearing a shirt. A pair of deep black eyes seemed to have been smeared with a layer of oil, so bright that it frightened her.

She still didn't move, so he lowered his body and reached out to her with the hand that didn't hold a cigarette, probably thinking that she was petrified, so instead of calling Secretary Dong, he called her by her name instead, "Dong Zhiwei!"

She was startled by his call, and she couldn't help grabbing his hand. His palm was hot, but his fingers were surprisingly cold. There were still splashes of blood on it, and she didn't know whose it was.

Even if she withdrew her hand, he didn't mind. Seeing the brick she was holding in the other hand, he laughed and patted the shoulder of the driver who came over with a smile.

"She's here to help."

The driver, Lao Chen, was a dark-skinned, middle-aged man who was usually taciturn. At this moment, his whole body was covered with signs of fighting, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He even smiled at her.

When the police and media reporters arrived, Yuan Jingrui had already left, leaving Zhiwei and Lao Chen to face the large group of people. Only Zhiwei explained the situation, and Lao Chen stood silently beside the car, taking it for granted that he did not say a word. .

The assailants have all been taken into the car, Zhiwei said very simply, but someone beside him sighed, it was a female reporter, holding the recording pen almost to the tip of Zhiwei's nose.

"Then Mr. Yuan is not surprised."

Zhiwei kept a restrained and polite expression and didn't answer, but what appeared in front of him was the man's eyes that were as shiny as oil after the fight—is that an extremely happy expression?frightened?She felt that it was the gangsters who were frightened.

Later, Zhiwei heard some rumors from Qi Dandan, his classmate from Ye University. They said that they were rumors, and they were old news that had already become popular. It is said that Yuan Jingrui was born on the street when he was young, and his current wealth and status all depended on him. His ex-wife, and his ex-wife, Cheng Fang's former mistress, died in an elevator accident on the third day after their wedding, which was also the eve of the completion of this building.

Some people also said that this was a deliberate murder, but there was no evidence. Yuan Jingrui was famous for his aggressive actions in the mall. Cheng Huimei, the nominal chairman, had long been a stumbling block for him. If there was an opportunity, he immediately acted without waiting for a day.

Dong Zhiwei would never hear these words in Chengfang. All about Yuan Jingrui's background and past are like taboos in Chengfang. Wei has not yet had the opportunity to develop a relationship with his colleagues to the point where he can listen in on them talking about their boss.

Qi Dandan works in the Zhejiang Business Entrepreneurs Association, and usually likes to collect gossip news in the Zhejiang business circles. When Zhiwei mentioned Yuan Jingrui, she immediately regained her spirits, and told all she knew, while talking His eyes lit up, "It turns out that you have become Yuan Jingrui's personal secretary, and you have the opportunity to take more photos."

"Why did you take his picture?" Zhiwei was puzzled.

"Of course it is used to look at the handsome guy from all directions!" Qi Dandan gave her a glare, "You should be stupid in Chengfang, come out and see the real world more, there are male dinosaurs everywhere, rich and good-looking like Yuan Jingrui Where can I find the best products? You really don’t know how to be blessed while you are in the midst of blessings.”

But Dong Zhiwei didn't think she was blessed. She sat in front of the chattering Qi Dandan, and her back felt numb, because those sporadic sentences about Yuan Jingrui's hidden past made her feel bloody. Yes, he frightened her.

That night Zhiwei couldn't fall asleep no matter what, he tossed and turned on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, he could see the picture of a bloody woman with a blurred face, and he squinted for a while until it was dawn.

Just after six o'clock, she was woken up by the alarm clock. The morning light was as bleak as fog and hit her face through the window. She struggled to get up, and when she looked up to see herself in the mirror, she always felt that the color on her face was gloomy. Miserable.Then I went back to work and didn't dare to stop when I walked through the elevator shaft.

Later, the results of the interrogation came out. Those people were sent by the owner of the construction company who failed to bid. They said they wanted to give Yuan Jingrui a little bit of trouble. Some media reported it in full pages. Yuan Jingrui also saw the news and smiled after reading it. , put the newspaper aside casually.

But Zhiwei put it away, because there was a picture of her on it, standing in the cluttered background, although she was trying to stay calm, her eyes were full of embarrassment.

The phone rang again, this time it was the company's internal line. After nine o'clock, the whole building suddenly woke up like a palace that had been enchanted.

After putting down the phone, Zhiwei got up to pour water, walked over to the desk and picked up the stack of documents that had just been sorted out, walked to the automatic door and knocked twice symbolically.

After entering the door, Zhiwei first put the glass of white water on the big black table, and then spread out the documents one by one for Yuan Jingrui to look at.

Being a secretary is not an easy job, especially when she is Yuan Jingrui's secretary.Chengfang Group is now cross-border and cross-industry, and it takes her boss several hours to sign every day. There is a thick stack of folders, and when I open it, I can only see densely packed various languages. Sometimes the boss is not happy to sign. He raised his head to look at her, and squinted his eyes slightly as usual, meaning that such things should be placed in front of him?

She didn't quite understand at first, and asked him, "If your eyes are uncomfortable, it's better to go to the doctor."

After saying it, he was slapped like a mountain with laughter.

In fact, Zhiwei regretted his abruptness as soon as he uttered the words, but he couldn't hold back.

Because of her mother, Zhiwei is very concerned about all abnormalities about the eyes. If Yuan Jingrui squinted his eyes, maybe his nose is crooked, she would not even ask.

During the lunch break, Yuan Jingrui went to swim alone on the top floor of the building. He has always been a man who likes sports. The sound of water splashing could be heard far away in the large and empty space.

Because of the silence, the sound of the glass door sliding open seemed abrupt, and Dong Zhiwei in a suit walked in, calculating the time when he touched the wall and squatting down in front of the swimming lane to talk.

"Mr. Yuan, this is an urgent document and I need you to read it."

He put his elbows on the edge of the pool, and without propping himself up from the water, he just glanced at the open folder in her hand.

The two got closer, the man in the swimming pool didn't wear waterproof glasses, his eyebrows were covered with water, Zhiwei stepped back involuntarily, and he raised his eyes, a pair of wet black eyes.

She said immediately, "I'm sorry, I'm just afraid of getting the document wet."

He was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "Then I'll come up." Then he jumped up with his hands.

The towel was on the deck chair by the pool, and he walked over to pick it up to dry his body, while Dong Zhiwei stood aside, with his face sideways and his eyes looking straight up, as if he was looking at the city scenery outside the glass curtain wall.

On the contrary, Yuan Jingrui took one more look at her, thinking how he could pick such a good secretary.

When meeting Yuan Jingrui, Dong Zhiwei was almost at the bottom of her life.

(End of this chapter)