summer fireworks

Yan Shu's hands were faster than his brain, and he called Song Zhilin.

Song Zhilin was about to send her the pick-up number of the laundry shop, but the call was answered quickly: "Hello?"

"Song Zhilin, were you going to stay at my house to sleep just now?!" Yan Shu blurted out.

Song Zhilin was silent for a few seconds, and said unnaturally: "...No."

"No?"

"Really do not have."

"Then why did you come to my house so late?" Yan Shu insisted on asking for a result, and there was a hint of anger in his tone.

She couldn't tell why she was angry, whether it was because Song Zhilin wanted to stay overnight, which made her feel underestimated, or because Song Zhilin obviously wanted to stay overnight, but she still left.

Yan Shu found that when facing Song Zhilin, he always felt a little inexplicable.

She herself is a black and white, simple and happy person, if she likes it, she likes it, and if she hates it, she hates it.

When I was with Song Zhilin before, this feeling was also very strong. Sometimes just looking at Song Zhilin's side face, I would feel that I liked it very much. I wished that time would fly by. My life was over like this. It's no use coaxing her to be angry for several days.

Now, it feels different.

When I was with Song Zhilin, everything seemed to be covered with a gray layer.When I like it, I will think of the pain of separation. After pushing Song Zhilin away, I will recall that little bit of sweetness and feel nostalgic.

Yan Shu didn't know what to do.

However, Song Zhilin didn't seem to know anything, she just did what she had to do. Yan Shu also heard that she was doing very well in the company, and she might be promoted soon.

Fortunately, she was thinking about all these things all day long, and Song Zhilin was so concerned that she couldn't get up or down.

Yan Shu said something angrily, only then did he realize that something was wrong, and wanted to say something to make up for it, Song Zhilin had already spoken:

"I worked overtime until very late. I remembered that I promised you to return the clothes. I came over after dinner. I didn't expect it to be too late."

She paused and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Yan Shu choked for a moment, the reason was simply an insult to her IQ.

"Then why did you ask me for the key?" Yan Shu asked again.

"..."

Song Zhilin didn't speak, Yan Shu thought, there is no excuse.How obvious is it to ask someone to take the key?

"It's convenient to give you the number to pick up the clothes." Song Zhilin followed suit and came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yan Shu almost laughed angrily at her.

Pick up number? !This kind of thing that can be given to her by just sending a WeChat message, do I need to deliver it in person with the key?Why didn't she know that Song Zhilin was so considerate and thoughtful?

"Are you making me laugh?" Yan Shu said.

"Really do not have."

"You can send out things like clothes numbers as you like, do you need to go upstairs again?"

Song Zhilin didn't expect Yan Shu to be so aggressive, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I'm not asking you to apologize."

"..."

Song Zhilin didn't know what to say, so she had no choice but to say nothing.There was a familiar feeling in her heart. A long time ago, she didn't know how to face Yan Shu many times.She didn't know how to answer Yan Shu's question, or how to satisfy her.She still has this inertia.

She was slightly uncomfortable.There was some faint pain in the stomach, Song Zhilin pressed the area, poured himself a cup of hot water, and drank it slowly.The feeling Yan Shu gave her at this time was exactly the feeling she hated, a feeling of powerlessness, loss, and uncontrollability.

"I just thought it was too late, and it might be inconvenient to go home." After drinking a cup of hot water, she spoke again gently.

"It's only a 10-minute drive, what's the inconvenience..." Yan Shu murmured, "Where are you now?"

"at home."

The topic was deadlocked again.

"If there's nothing else, hang up," Song Zhilin said, "Good night."

"Good night."

After she finished speaking, Song Zhilin hung up the phone without any hesitation.

Yan Shu stared at the phone that showed the call ended, looked at it for a while, and sat on the sofa, feeling like a fool.

Song Zhilin came so late, took off her coat and asked for the key, she obviously wanted to stay, but she didn't understand and let her go away.

It's just that I didn't understand it all the time, how could I belatedly find out that Song Zhilin wanted to stay, and even called her, and even asked her where she is now?So what if it's just downstairs in the laundromat, can she still be allowed to go upstairs?

Yan Shu sat cross-legged on the sofa, tore open a bag of potato chips, and bit into them as if venting his anger.

She didn't understand what Song Zhilin was thinking. If she was a friend, why did she show her affection over and over again?This can be called a good show, after all, she even cooked her meals and washed her clothes, rounded up, she was able to stretch out her hands for clothes and open her mouth for food.

However, what Yan Shu didn't understand was what he was thinking!She obviously didn't want to get too involved with Song Zhilin, but in the end she ran in the opposite direction.

If I had known this earlier, I might as well have chosen a "bed partner", at least I wouldn't have to face such an embarrassing situation.

Yan Shu bit his lip while eating potato chips, lost in thought.

She was already an adult, and it was self-evident what would happen if Song Zhilin stayed overnight. She tried to think about it, but she didn't feel any rejection.

At least I didn't think of the fear of "falling in love".

She even looked forward to the fact that the two of them could sleep in each other's arms after their skin-to-skin contact, and have breakfast together in the morning.

Yan Shu felt that there was an inexplicable sense of warmth.

However, if Song Zhilin brought up this idea, Yan Shu would feel very angry.

How could Song Zhilin not have any feelings for herself and just do these things?

Just thinking about it, Yan Shu wanted to scold Song Zhilin, not to mention that Song Zhilin appeared at her door today and showed such thoughts.

Yan Shu couldn't understand himself.

That night, Yan Shu suffered from insomnia again.

She hugged the pillow, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and occasionally getting up to look at the lights in the CBD area, even more unable to fall asleep.

She found that as soon as she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but think of a terrible thing.

If Song Zhilin is here tonight...

What will it be like?

Some blurry pictures tormented her so that she could not sleep.In fact, Yan Shu didn't remember exactly what happened.

She has already forgotten things that were too long ago. Memories are not good or bad, and they will be forgotten after a long time.The most recent time, she was quite drunk again.

The only part Yan Shu remembers is that it was really hot, too hot.It seemed that the whole air was filled with the pheromone smell of her and Song Zhilin's entanglement, and even her curled up toes were trembling slightly.

so annoying.

She rolled over, put the pillow over her face, and tried to fall asleep again.

Yan Shu didn't know how long it had passed, maybe it was almost dawn before she slowly fell asleep, and when she fell asleep like this, it was already past noon when she woke up.

It was impossible to cook, so Yan Shu put on his clothes casually and went downstairs to find a place to eat.

After eating, she packed some cooked food and put it in the refrigerator to start preparing for the next round of drafting.

This time the manuscript was Starlight Media's New Year's manuscript, and when she saw the name of the company, her heart skipped a beat and she wanted to push the manuscript.The company Song Zhilin worked for would be stupid for her to do it, so she didn't want to work for Song Zhilin indirectly.

Before she could say her resignation, the old classmate who introduced her to the job had already started to complain, saying that the manuscript was demanding and urgent, and the money was generous. He asked around, but no one dared to accept it except Yan Shu. .

Yan Shu said, "I don't dare to accept it either."

The old classmate said all the good things, and said that this is a series of drafts, there are many designers, and it will be put on the major subway stations at that time, and it will be sent to foreign countries for awards.

Yan Shu felt a little relieved when he heard the series draft and the awards.

Ever since he started an exhibition with Yu Wei, Yan Shu felt that he had to squeeze into the ranks of young artists as soon as possible, otherwise he would have to go back to suffer and be a good daughter to his parents sooner or later.

Taking money from his parents at home, Yan Shu felt that it was no different from taking performance fees. For the money, he pretended to be a happy family with a loving father and daughter. Now that he can make money by himself, he realizes that labor is the most honorable thing.

The old classmate saw that she was obviously moved, but still didn't agree, and asked directly: "Do you have any concerns?"

To be honest, in the past few months since Yan Shu came out to accept the manuscript, his curiosity almost exploded.When she was in school, she was a famous rich second generation. She ate, drank and had fun every day. She could be seen everywhere except in the classroom. I thought Yan Shu got into the school by spending money. I didn’t expect that when it came time to produce works, Yan Shu would spend every day at work. In the living room, he turned around and handed over a work that astounded everyone. He won the scholarship of the year without a doubt, and then invited the students to eat.

It's just such a little ancestor who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, and now he came out to accept the manuscript. He thought it was just for fun, but Yan Shu was very patient. In less than three months, the schedule is no longer available.

Yan Shu sat opposite him, completely unaware that he was already the center of the gossip, holding a coffee cup, poured a pile of milk and sugar, and said: "This Starlight Media manuscript, I heard that the people in charge like to criticize it. .”

As soon as she finished speaking, her old classmates understood.

Harmful!It was caused by the new director of Starlight again!

Since the director was airborne to City B, Starlight's manuscript requirements have become much stricter. Not only are templates and materials not allowed, but there are also requirements for aesthetics. Isn't this embarrassing!As a result, many outsourced designers are unwilling to accept Starlight's manuscripts.

The old classmate nodded frequently: "Yeah, she's a bit of a jerk, and she's demanding a lot, even though she's paid a lot, she can't be such a tosser, let's make a design to make a living, and we don't want to win the Red Dot Award , why not use a template..."

Yan Shu: "?"

She never used templates, so what's the point?

Yan Shu coughed, and drew his attention back: "I don't need the template, but I just have one question... Will she review this manuscript?"

The old classmate waved his hand: "How can it be! He is a director, how can he have time to review one by one, these one hundred and eighty manuscripts, even if she is exhausted, she will not be able to read them all. It's okay, their design department is still very talkative, and I won't hide it from you, this manuscript has been outsourced several layers, and it will definitely not get into the hands of the director!"

He thought that Yan Shu didn't want to be picked on by Song Zhilin, it's normal, a rich second generation, quite artistic, who would like to be picked on for his works, in the past those Party A's had problems with their brains and asked them to change, this It's hard to tell Director Song, because you can really see what's wrong with you.

After hearing his assurance, Yan Shu said, "Okay, ask to send me later."

After talking about it a few days ago, Yan Shu started working immediately after receiving the email today.

The deadline was very tight. Even though Yan Shu was not slow, he was in a hurry. He worked hard for several days before handing in the manuscript.

After handing in the manuscript, Yan Shu immediately forgot about this matter, happily took out her small wallet, and went out to eat delicious food.

While Yan Shu was working hard on the manuscript, Song Zhilin held meetings for several days.

In the late autumn season, the nerves of the entire Starlight Media became sensitive. The quarterly KPI just released was miserable. It was rumored that there would be a CEO before the annual meeting this year, and several department directors secretly competed. .

At this moment, news came from the headquarters that Song Zhilin was temporarily acting as the CEO to exercise the powers of the CEO.

The company exploded all of a sudden, and a group of people talked a lot, wondering where the wind was going to blow.

While guessing that Song Zhilin is going to be the CEO, otherwise there are so many people, why let her act as the CEO at this time?Although there is an agent's name on his head, but the rights are already in his hands, how can he let it out?

On the other hand, they guessed that Song Zhilin would not be the CEO anymore. After all, she was in the limelight now, so she just wanted to be the CEO. Others dared not speak up, so why use the name of an agent?It seems that the headquarters has another place in its heart, just let Song Zhilin be a nanny.

Song Zhilin herself remained unmoved, letting this group of people speculate wildly, and no one even paid attention to the annual meeting program.

Xiao Zhao was terrified, eating with the plastic sisters every day was no longer good, so he began to beg his mother to cook, and huddled next to Song Zhilin at noon as a quail.

At noon on the day when the series of meetings ended, Xiao Zhao brought into the office not only her lunch, but also the excellent manuscripts of the "New Year" project, which were placed on Song Zhilin's desk.

"what is this?"

"For the New Year's award draft, the design department can't make the decision, so I ask you to select three submissions for review."

The key project at the end of the year, the "New Year" series, ranging from subway station advertising stickers to LED light screens, and even sculpture landmarks, is a big project brought by Song Zhilin from the head office, determined to let Starlight Media in the minds of people in B city. impression.

This project is a propaganda project, and it attracts more attention than Song Zhilin's small trial project of the Ji's Group. The project has already produced results. When the carrot was pulled out, the entire Ji's Group suddenly fell into the sun, but it is called City B. This group of people looked at Starlight Media with admiration.

Song Zhilin picked up the folder from the desktop and roughly flipped through a few pages.

There are about [-] manuscripts in the folder. It seems that they were selected from thousands of manuscripts this time. Song Zhilin glanced over and found that half of them came from their company's own design department. There was another manuscript with a particularly outstanding personal style called She took a second look.

Song Zhilin pulled out the manuscript, and Xiao Zhao's heart tightened.

This manuscript is so genius, it can hit people's hearts at a glance, and people have no choice but to choose.

Unfortunately, this manuscript was outsourced.

When there are too many manuscripts, it is not a secret in Starlight Media, but this manuscript is not only outsourced, but also outsourced layer by layer. When she went to the design department to pick up the manuscript, a group of people in the design department were studying it. Can't find anything out of research.

"Who did this? It's signed by Yan Shu...I've never heard of it."

"It was outsourced, and we bumped into some inexperienced expert."

"If this is a working person, the quality of such works should have been famous long ago, right? Why don't we know anything about it?"

"Newbie?"

"It's not like, it's very skilled."

"If we don't send it off, we will die. Mr. Song knows that all of us can't do as well as this, so he can't be mad."

"Then if you don't send it off, she will see it at the subway station in a few days. How are we going to die?"

Xiao Zhao didn't wait for them to get entangled, and left with the manuscript in his arms.

Seeing Song Zhilin staring at this manuscript now, thinking of the discussion of the group of designers just now, I couldn't help but feel a little chilled.

Song Zhilin looked at it for a long time, first picked out the other two copies, put them aside, picked up this one and continued to read, looked at the signature, and murmured: "Yan Shu..."