One big and one small are practicing love

After coming down the mountain, Zuo Kunmin followed the navigation system and drove to the company.

On the second day of National Day, the streets of Beijing were crowded with cars and people. At 7:19, Zuo Kunmin was blocked on Fuxing Road in the West Fourth Ring Road and remained motionless for more than ten minutes.

The piercing horns were blaring continuously, the car exhaust was spurting out, and the mutterings and complaints were densely intertwined. The air was filled with an anxious and uneasy atmosphere.

Zuo Kunmin listened to the news and watched the time on the monitor passing by minute by minute. Open the window and look around. The vehicles on the road are like a pot of porridge mixed together. At this time, no matter what kind of luxury or famous car, it is not as good as a bus running smoothly on the bus lane.

Thinking that having more wealth will lead to more freedom, sometimes, is another kind of restriction.

Zuo Kunmin called to inquire and learned that there was a car accident ahead and the road would be blocked for at least an hour. I haven’t been to the company for a month. The high-level meeting at 8:[-] is very important and I can’t be late.

Zuo Kunmin used his mobile phone to check the route again. There was a subway station [-] meters away. It took seven stops to reach the company within five kilometers.

Zuo Kunmin immediately called a driver, abandoned the car, and walked to the subway station. I took out my subway card from my wallet, swiped it, and walked quickly to the waiting platform with the flow of people. The subway came quickly.

After squeezing into the car, Zuo Kunmin stood holding on to the pillar in the middle of the car.

Zuo Kunmin's superior height allowed him to clearly see the people in the carriage as soon as he raised his eyes.

Many people looked down at their mobile phones, quickly browsing information, playing games, and watching TV series; some people dozed off one after another, or were in a daze with indifferent expressions; in a corner of the junction of the carriages, a young woman in red looked down at "Distant" "The Savior".

Most people are confused in the difficult situation, and very few people take practical actions to adjust and transform. It's always been like this.

Zuo Kunmin put on his Bluetooth headset, opened the audio software on his phone, and searched for the commercial program "Winter Relativity".

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, and someone hit Zuo Kunmin hard on the arm. His fingers touched the screen several times uncontrollably, and a gentle old man's voice suddenly came from the earphones.

"When Su Shi was nearly 40 years old, he recalled that when he was young, he had a young wife and they were so in love with each other. Because he saw Wang Fu coming back in his dream, he felt a little uneasy. That uneasiness is "ten years of confusion between life and death, without thinking, unforgettable"...

Hearing this, a surge of sadness surged out, more violent than yesterday at the grave, and Zuo Kunmin couldn't help but shed tears.

After the subway ran smoothly, Zuo Kunmin did not change the program and listened carefully to the audio. The speaker was scholar Jiang Xun, who talked about Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi". Su Shi missed his dead wife Wang Fu and wrote this poem.

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.

The carriage is noisy and crowded. Jiang Xun's voice was gentle and gentle. Listening to his voice, it seemed that the chaos around him disappeared and his heart calmed down. The deep sorrow had an outlet.

After leaving the subway station, the driver was waiting at the exit.

At 8:2, Zuo Kunmin arrived at the company and went to the lounge to change. He looked at several suits in the closet and hesitated to choose. Thinking of my mother’s words, when I don’t know how to match clothes, I just wear black and white, and I will never go wrong.

So Zuo Kunmin took out a jet black suit, white shirt, and black tie from the closet, and put it on inside and out.

There were still ten minutes left before the meeting. Even if he wasn't in a hurry, Zuo Kunmin went to the toilet. What follows is a two-and-a-half-hour meeting that cannot be interrupted.

Zuo Kunmin arrived at the conference room five minutes early, and only seven or eight people were seated.

When they saw Zuo Kunmin coming in, they greeted him without saying a word. Zuo Kunmin sat down, with steaming coffee and a thick stack of folders already placed on the table. He took a few sips of the bitter coffee, lowered his head and quickly flipped through the files.

In a meeting of more than [-] people, five people were late, ranging from three to five minutes to half an hour. The reason was traffic jam or inability to find a parking space. Zuo Kunmin nodded and said he understood, without saying anything more. Always attend meetings attentively, listen carefully to the senior management's reports on the company's operations this month, ask questions and assign tasks from time to time.

The high-level meeting ended at 11 o'clock. Assistant Feng followed Zuo Kunmin back to the office with a thick stack of documents and said: "Chairman, the Human Resources Department said that the tutors and nannies who need you to interview are waiting in the small conference room right now. Here we are, do we need to call them over?"

"In five minutes. The Finance Department and the Marketing Department have two documents that they need to sign."

Assistant Feng turned his head and rummaged through a pile of documents, found two folders, one blue and one black, and said: "Chairman, these are the documents that the Finance Department and Marketing Department want to sign." Then he led the door and left.

Zuo Kunmin leaned back in his chair and stared at the thick and high pile of documents on the table, which was several times larger than usual. He had not handled the company's affairs properly for a month, and he could not escape any of the things that he should face and bear.

Take two deep breaths, lean forward, open the folder, and take out the black pen from the pen holder. The company's financial advance for this month, I carefully looked at the advance funds of each department, revised and sketched some, recalculated the final amount, and when I put down the pen to sign, there was a loud knock on the door.