Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

April has been Wu Linxi’s favorite season since childhood. Everything comes back to life, everything is green, and the birds are singing.

You can take off your thick clothes, put on light clothes, and enjoy the pleasant feeling of bathing in the spring breeze and rain.

In April two years ago, she reunited with Qi Xiangtian.

Sitting in the teahouse on the stream, memories came to her like a spring breeze, giving her a brief satisfaction. Here, she could see him sitting opposite her, pouring tea for her, and saying to her: "I don't know what you like, so I ordered Longjing and Jiuquhongmei."

Close your eyes and you can still hear his gentlemanly voice, "On the creek, is a line from Xin Qiji's poem "Qing Ping Le. Village Life", 'The thatched eaves are low and small, and the grass is green on the creek'. The reason I asked you to come here is because your name also has the word 'creek' in it."

Xishang Teahouse has become her permanent residence, where she can enjoy a moment of tranquility and happiness where she can freely imagine.

Wu Linxi opened her eyes and took a sip of Longjing tea. Her eyes were still wet. She said to the person across the table: "Everyone wants me to forget you. What about you? Do you want me to forget you? Is it possible that you forgot me and forgot the way to find me, so you can't come back to me. If so, how can I help you find me?"

Shaking her head, she looked out the window. The colorful flowers of April had become a thing of her favorite history. Her favorite romantic season no longer existed.

I looked at my watch. It was 2:15. I could get up and walk to the radio station.

I don't know when I got used to walking. It only takes me a few minutes to get to work. Wearing a shirt, a coat, a handbag, and low-heeled leather shoes, I walk lazily on the road. At least I don't feel the loneliness of driving. At least I can see people coming and going, hear the shouting of hawkers, and feel the hustle and bustle of vehicles.

At 2:20, Zeng Yifan's phone rang on time, "Lin Xi, I'm at the gate of your community, please come out."

"Brother Zeng, I'm not home today. I'm almost walking to the radio station. Thank you."

On the phone, I heard Zeng Yifan hang up the phone with regret.

She slowly walked into the radio station lobby, greeted a familiar colleague, and walked towards the elevator. A tall figure stood up from a chair in the lobby and stood directly opposite her.

Wu Linxi almost bumped into him and was stunned when he looked up.

"Wu Linxi——" The other party's voice was elegant and gentle.

"Zhang Keyan--" Wu Linxi shouted. She had not forgotten his eyes and expression, nor had she forgotten the smell on his body.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Wu Linxi asked: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Keyan seemed very reserved. "I know you have an interview program at three o'clock. Can I wait until you get off work to talk to you?"

"Wait for me to get off work?" Wu Linxi suddenly had an illusion, such a familiar tone.

Zhang Keyan asked sincerely: "Is it okay?"

"Sure." Wu Linxi was surprised after answering. This was the first time in more than a year that he accepted an invitation from someone else. "I get off work at five."

The interview section of the day was a chat with Tan Yu, a senior stylist of Lixing Group, about makeup and dressing.

Tan Yu wore thick but not gaudy makeup, and a casual yet fashionable jacket. She had an extraordinary temperament and an active personality, and she talked freely into the microphone and the audience.

During the dinner, I inadvertently praised Wu Linxi next to me as a beautiful anchor who knows how to dress well. She has decent makeup and can look charming with just a silk scarf matched with her shirt.

Wu Linxi felt a little embarrassed, but Zeng Yifan gave Wu Linxi an admiring smile in the director's room.