stubborn stone

As the new year is approaching, "Tungsten Gold" has also prepared gifts for members as usual, and the "public relations" will personally deliver them to the door.Anyway, the address Qi Shoulin left was only his apartment outside, not where he usually lives, and he was not there.Wen Yan simply ordered Chi Yan to send it off and it was over.Although it didn't seem to meet the requirement of "deliver in person", it was in Chi Yan's arms.

If Wen Yan was at the side, he wouldn't be able to send it off.

The apartment is the place where Wen Yan and Qi Shoulin often meet and go to bed.Chi Yan wore a freshly laundered suit, adjusted his tie, and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a middle-aged woman with kind eyes. "Hi, I'm Xiao Shi from 'Wungsin'. I'm here to give Mr. Qi a New Year's gift." He directly handed over a delicate wooden box - which contained the wine of "Tungsten's own brand". "I hope Mr. Qi will continue to visit our 'Tungsten Gold' in the coming year. It is our aim and honor to provide customers with top-notch services." "Hello," the middle-aged woman laughed at his straightforward way of greeting, took the wooden box and said, "Thank you. Mr. Qi is not here now, I will convey your greetings." Originally, the process could end here.But Chi Yan muttered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind: "Please wait for me." He turned around and ran to the stairwell, and soon came back with a big red bag in his hand, which seemed to be heavy light. "This is also for Mr. Qi," he carried the red bag into the door and put it away against the porch, "I wish Mr. Qi good health and all wishes come true!"

After delivering the presents, Chi Yan returned to the car, as if he was relieved - he actually gave out his humble gift.Although it was not something precious, it was the best thing he could give to Qi Shoulin.

The pointer pointed to ten o'clock before Qi Shoulin returned home. "Aunt Qiu..." "Sir, welcome home." The middle-aged woman had already prepared her slippers and took his briefcase. "Do you want hot soup or milk?" "Soup..." Qi Shoulin took off his coat and suit, pulled off his tie and threw it aside casually, sat at the table and waited with his eyes closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.The hot soup came soon, and Qi Shoulin stirred it constantly. Aunt Qiu stood aside and reported to him: "The New Year's gifts received from your various addresses have been sorted out, and the New Year's gifts you prepared have also been sent out. Yes. The ones that were not accepted will be returned in full, and some are really tricky, I’m afraid you will have to deal with them yourself." "Understood." "And..." Aunt Qiu couldn’t help but twitch her lips when she thought of that upright "Little Stone" this morning. He bent over, "It's not a problem to have a gift, but I'm afraid you have to see it yourself."

Qi Shoulin squatted, and used his fingers to pick apart several layers of red plastic bags—there were round oranges inside.There is also a greeting card on top of the pile of oranges.It is probably the kind that is sold in a stationery store for five yuan or ten yuan a piece. When it is opened, a few small paper flowers will stand up. It is the kind that elementary school students give each other on their birthdays.There are two lines of words on it - "I wish Mr. Qi: good health! Think about 'Orange'!" I also drew a simple smiley face next to it, but I felt that it was not respectful enough to erase it. In order to remedy the traces of alteration, I painted Draw a crooked elliptical object that seems to express edges and corners.Finally, an arrow was marked to write a word "stone" next to the object.

Qi Shoulin took an orange in his hand and looked at it carefully. It was a little bigger than an egg, and it was flat and round.There is no orange fragrance, and the skin is a bit dusty, and some have small spots like scars.This is not at all the same as the bright and fragrant oranges he used to eat in imported supermarkets. "Knife." Aunt Qiu handed the knife to Qi Shoulin, but still said hesitantly; "Sir, this orange...doesn't look very good." Qi Shoulin still cut open the dusty orange.The skin is unexpectedly thin, the pulp is only a little darker than the lemon pulp, there are almost no seeds, and the juice does not flow out much.

He put one petal to his lips and sipped it lightly—it was a taste he had never tasted before.It's funny, no one has eaten oranges, but he has never eaten this kind of oranges.He cut another piece and handed it to Aunt Qiu. Aunt Qiu tasted it and said with a smile, "Ah! This orange is so sweet!" Qi Shoulin nodded, but the sweetness was not strong, and the juice had to be squeezed repeatedly between his lips and teeth In order to be able to keep it.

"I don't know what kind of orange this is. I haven't seen it in the market yet. If my husband likes it, I'll look for it."

"No need." Qi Shoulin shook his head.

After hearing this, Aunt Qiu only nodded her head, not surprised.Having been Qi Shoulin's housekeeper for many years, she naturally knew that this gentleman had a certain degree of inconsistency.For example now——

Qi Shoulin ate the oranges one by one, as if he was sucking some kind of flesh and blood.