Dear girl

The taxi stopped in front of Jingcheng Mansion, Song Xinci got out of the car, and stepped on the neat and smooth stone road polished by the years.On the right is a row of shops with all kinds of lanterns. The architectural style of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. The antique mahogany doors and windows look simple and elegant. The interior decoration is modern and sells various souvenirs with local characteristics.On the left is the white exterior wall of Jingcheng Mansion. The locust tree presses the blue tiles, and the thick trunk remembers the annual rings of the wind and rain, which makes people feel respectful.

Passing through the tourists coming and going, Song Xinci turned two corners, arrived at the door of his house, and patted on the car parked outside - finally the days of taking a taxi were over.

If she hadn't been lazy at that time, she should have driven to Ningzhou.

Knowing that she was coming back, it was only five o'clock, and Uncle Li was fishing for sauerkraut, watercress, and wild pepper in a row of jars in front of a certain room in the inverted room...

To be honest, Song Xinci still admires Uncle Li and Aunt Chen's peaceful years, especially after she can take care of herself, the two of them are more free, cooking jar dishes, sewing sweaters, embroidering cross-stitch, frying Peanuts, sun-dried pumpkin seeds, etc., all afternoon.

If she lived like this, she might still feel fresh for a day, but if she does this every day, she will go crazy... Song Xinci rubbed her chin, if she is with someone she likes, it seems that it is not unacceptable.

A lesson can be learned from the world, she is not a person who loves to wander around by nature.

Since this courtyard house is located in a prosperous stage, in addition to enjoying a huge appreciation potential, it also faces a lot of noise.Song Xinci first greeted Uncle Li, then went to the kitchen to greet Aunt Chen, and then went back to the room.

The world will be quiet at once, and the sound insulation is good.

Uncle Li was originally the descendant of a century-old restaurant that is proficient in cooking Huaiyang cuisine. His parents died young and he was too innocent when he was young. In the business world, he has a lot of skills, but he doesn't bother to go out, so he has been down and out for several years.Song Wentao heard about his encounter, and lamented that as businessmen, they should help each other, so he invited them several times, and later Uncle Li became the private chef of the Song family.Aunt Chen was originally the manager of the century-old store, and she and Li Shuben were lovers. The two never separated, so they settled down together in Song's house.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Xinci smelled the aroma of the food, rejected the teammate's request to invite her to download the dungeon, dropped the mouse, went out, and slipped to the restaurant. Squirrel mandarin fish... walked to the kitchen with a grateful face, Song Xinci went around behind Aunt Chen, pinched her shoulders, and said to Uncle Li who was still busy: "Uncle Li, don't cook, how can you eat so many dishes?" It's over."

Aunt Chen smiled: "The chairman is often on business trips, and it's rare for you to have a meal at home, miss. Of course, you have to do a good job, or you won't get paid for nothing."

In fact, the father and daughter have long stated that they don't need to be called Miss or Chairman, but Uncle Li and Aunt Chen insist on calling them that, and they have no choice.

"What are you talking about?" Song Xinci said obediently, "You are just like my parents."

"Then we need to stir fry a few more dishes. There is no one who is hungry." Uncle Li carefully cut the tofu skin into thin strips. The chicken soup is fresh and fragrant, and the boiled shredded rice is refreshing."

Song Xinci smiled: "Uncle Li, if you talk about it again, I'm going to drool."

Song Wentao said hello to come back for dinner, and when he got home, Aunt Chen just brought the last dish.

Song Xinci was holding the spoon, and when Song Wentao washed his hands and sat down on the dining table, he asked, "Dad, Sister Weiwei said you have something to tell me."

Song Wentao just came back from a meeting, wearing a custom-made suit, sprayed with a certain elegant cologne, with a dignified demeanor, with a Confucian businessman's demeanor in his gestures, he smiled: "Shouldn't you be staying in Ningzhou now?"

Smiling, Song Xinci picked up a piece of fish for Song Wentao and put it in a bowl: "I'm afraid I'll tire you, and I have to run alone."

Song Wentao put one hand on the table: "I just flew back from another place today, flying is not the same."

"That's right, where do you say it's not the same." Song Xinci urged: "Why, old Song, you still plan to show off."

Song Wentao glanced at his daughter, thought for a while and said, "What do you think of New Zealand?"

During Song Xinci’s elementary and middle school years, he participated in international summer camps for several years during the summer vacation, and he was a little familiar with Britain and the United States. He had been to France because of the Arc de Triomphe and the Louvre, and he had been to Greece and other world-famous attractions because of the Parthenon. Later, I felt that playing alone was as boring as playing with a group of drinking and meat friends, so I seldom went abroad.When New Zealand is mentioned, the first thing Song Xinci thinks of is cows, milk, milk powder... Anyway, it is all milk.

Song Xinci raised his eyebrows and joked: "The sky is blue and the grass is green, the air is fresh?"

"That's not bad." Song Wentao nodded, "Have you ever thought about emigrating?"

This question came too suddenly, Song Xinci paused while holding the spoon.In the past 22 years, in front of her, her father has never expressed the feeling of admiring foreign cultures-look, the house is a courtyard house, and the decoration is also so poetic. The university insists that she study finance in the local area. There is no sign of cultivating her outside.

Immigrants, accepting new cultural atmosphere and way of life?Stay away from the familiar circle of friends?She didn't have any experience studying abroad, so she killed her so suddenly, it was impossible to grab someone to salute and shake hands on the first day, you are my good friend... So, playing with the cow?

What's more, her dear motherland and her dear sister Yao firmly grasped her heart.

"I haven't thought about it." Song Xinci asked, "You mentioned Ningzhou just to tell me this?"

Where is this different.

Song Wentao didn't answer this, but said, "Don't think about it any more."

What's there to think about? Song Xinci thought of something and raised his head: "Dad, are you the one who wants to immigrate?"

"I have such a big business." Song Wentao subconsciously took the chopsticks away, "The influence is not good."

The two didn't talk about it anymore, they chatted about other things, and ended the dinner.

Song Xinci took out two napkins, wiped the corners of his mouth, and slipped out of the house after Song Wentao returned to his room.

At 09:30, Sister Yao is already at work.

**

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Yao took a notebook and made an appointment with Lao Yang to meet in a coffee shop.

"How do you feel?" Lao Yang asked.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and it seems that a few more hairs have fallen out.

Xia Yao stirred the coffee and said frankly, "I don't know where to start."

The daylight was far away from the door, and under the shade of a tree, a cafe clerk was handing out leaflets.

Lao Yang never adds sugar to his coffee, saying that "bitterness" can make him think better.After taking a sip, his bushy eyebrows frowned into waves, and he said, "What do you think, if there are several crackdowns every year, it will last so long without accidents? What does that mean?"

"Even if there are people up there who often walk by the river, it's hard not to get their shoes wet." Xia Yao felt that if the clubhouse really opened up the gray industry and could consume with money, it would really not be difficult to find out.

If not...

But the woman that day said that sentence was for sale. The feeling of despair was like a fish thrown on the deck in the hot sun. She let herself stink and was dying, and gave up before jumping into the sea.

No matter how difficult life is, there is always a struggle.

If it weren't for the ashes in his heart, no one would allow himself to live so without dignity.

If someone does not know that he is standing on the edge of the abyss, before being pushed down, there is still a chance to be pulled back.If someone jumps down, their duty is to expose the abyss, and there will always be a voice telling those people, you should not stand in the sun, you should stand in court.

Don't let the soul that could have been saved degenerate, don't let the victim become the perpetrator, take drugs, rob, and endanger the society.

Lao Yang took another sip of coffee, hissed twice bitterly, and said, "There is another kind, they only do business with acquaintances."

"The best way is to break through inside?"

Lao Yang nodded: "Pay attention to see what areas ordinary employees cannot enter. Then observe carefully, find a few people who can freely enter and exit, and screen them."

"And then, buy it."

"Yes." Lao Yang emphasized, "I found it, give me the list, and I will do it. If it doesn't work, don't expose it."

After Lao Yang left, Xia Yao ordered another cup of coffee, sat in the booth, and tapped on her notebook.She still has a column due.

After finishing the manuscript, Xia Yao raised her hand and looked at her watch when she went to the Spring River Huayuewai - [-]:[-].Call Zhao Xiaoqian and help me bring some work clothes.There was a barbecue stall next to the garden, when Xia Yao passed by with a notebook, He Wei who was sitting at the small table stopped her.

"Miss Xia."

Xia Yao turned around.He Wei was biting a snail, with his suit jacket on one side, his shirt rolled up to his elbows, his face was flushed, and he smelled of alcohol.His sanity is still very clear, but he got drunk, He Wei greeted him, "Come and have a drink."

Xia Yao paused, walked over, and said hello: "Mr. He."

"I've said it so many times." He Wei moved a stool and placed it in front of Xia Yao, "Just call me brother."

Xia Yao sat down with her notebook in her arms, and said in her usual soft voice, "Brother Wei." As she spoke, she nodded to another middle-aged man next to He Wei as a greeting.

"This is Brother Li." He Wei introduced, and then asked Xia Yao, "What do you want to eat?"

Xia Yao called Brother Li, and shook her head at He Wei: "Thank you, no need, I've had dinner."

He Wei turned his head to look at the boss decisively, and shouted: "Five more bean curds, three chicken wings, and ten skewers of mutton." Then he poured a glass of wine for Xia Yao, smiled like a heart-warming big brother, and spoke in a confiding tone , Said: "Sister Xia, you can't do this, you are too gentle, just like you just came out of school, you are easy to suffer, you know, you have to learn to let go and be tough."

He Wei is handsome, with a high nose bridge, big double eyelids, looks very energetic, likes to laugh, has a good temper all day long, and is the kind of person who is very popular.

But Xia Yao felt that he was too smart under his gentle appearance, and it was difficult to see through his true thoughts.

Xia Yao picked up the wine glass and smiled faintly: "Thank you for being brother." Then she turned her head to one side, frowning slightly, and drank all the beer in the glass.

"Then I'll go to work first, and the foreman has a meeting." Xia Yao put the wine glass on the table and said.

"Okay then, I'll treat you to dinner another day." He Wei put his hands on his lap, and changed another watch - Rolex Submariner Green Water Ghost, with shiny leather shoes, looking like a promising young man.

At this time, Brother Li spoke, and he patted He Wei on the shoulder first: "Brother He, it happens that my appointment time is almost up, so I will go in too."

"Okay, Brother Li, let's meet again another day." He Wei said, straightening his right leg, and began to take out his wallet.

"How can I let my brother pay the bill." Brother Li touched his pocket, suddenly his expression was a little strange, and he looked puzzled, "Hey, where is my wallet?"

"What, did it fall?" He Wei stood up and helped to look around.

"Forget it." Brother Li smiled generously, and pulled the gold necklace as thick as a little finger around his neck with one hand and said, "It's only ten or twenty thousand cash, all cards, it's okay."

He Weixiao: "Admiration, admiration, Brother Li has a broad mind."

"You have to rely on my brother to take care of me." Brother Li was very polite, "What about the consumption tonight, brother, I have already made an appointment, so it is not good to miss the appointment."

"Deducted from the purchase price, hasn't the last batch of wine been settled yet?" He Wei said and looked at Xia Yao, "Sister Xia, tell the front desk about Brother Li's account later, remember first, they don't agree, let them call my phone."

Xia Yao nodded: "Okay."

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