walking slowly

It was another winter, and the cold wind blew through the treetops, bullying the branches with few leaves and trembling.

The strange thing is that it is so cold that there is no sign of snow.At this time in previous years, it has snowed a few times.

After staying in this city for six years, Gu Mo still couldn't fully adapt to the dry environment here.

As soon as the alarm clock rang, he opened his eyes, washed and dressed quickly, and came downstairs on time half an hour later.

The air blew on his face and it hurt. He was glad that he had put on some skin care products before going out, otherwise it would be chapped.

The white Touareg passed through the green belt of the community and stopped firmly in front of him.

The car window was rolled down, revealing a handsome and steady face inside.

"You're still so punctual."

"That's the only advantage." Gu Mo smiled.

The corner of Jiang Wenyan's mouth curled up, and he joked, "The older you are, the more modest you are."

"Then can we still rely on the old to sell the old?" Gu Mo opened the door and got into the car.

"Your words are completely fine." Jiang Wenyan looked at him with a smile, not hiding his appreciation.

It is said that time is a butcher's knife, but Gu Mo's butcher's knife is so blunt that God seems to have forgotten to sharpen it, allowing him to smuggle time for several years.

Apart from his maturing temperament, there was no trace of age erosion on his face.

Just like six years ago, elegant and proud, not stained with dust.

Jiang Wenyan turned the steering wheel while looking in the rearview mirror: "What do you want for breakfast? I passed Chaowang Road two days ago and saw a new porridge shop opened there. There are quite a lot of people drinking porridge. It should taste good. Go try it." Taste it?"

"Okay, it's better to eat lightly."

Gu Mo knew that he was not picky, and he probably found the place specially for himself.

In the second year after he came to J City, Jiang Wenyan followed him to re-operate the original personal office. He intentionally moved the office to the same office building as Gu Mo, and then began to pick him up and go to and from get off work.

He really couldn't refuse his kindness, and the traffic conditions in J City were really scary, so Gu Mo followed him.

The two returned to the relationship of friends and got along in a tepid way. After a few years, they both knew each other well that it was impossible to go further after that forbidden relationship.

Time is medicine, if it is slightly wrong, it will be completely wrong.

We chatted with each other along the way.

"Are you going back to celebrate the New Year this year?"

Stopping at a traffic light intersection, Jiang Wenyan asked.

Gu Mo smiled bitterly: "I really have to go back and see, my sister is pregnant."

"Sister Qian is pregnant? When did it happen?" Jiang Wenyan said in surprise, "Then I have to congratulate you too."

"As far as the message sent to me two days ago, I haven't bought a ticket yet."

"I'll make arrangements for the law firm later, and we'll buy a ticket for one yuan."

"Are you going back too?"

"I've been reminded several times. My brother always wants to call me back to help him share the river, but I think that kid Jiang Yue has done a good job, and he will definitely be the leader in a few years. Why do you think I will go back? Being slapped on the beach by the back wave? I still prefer to go it alone."

The green light jumped out.

He stepped on the accelerator: "If you go back, I will go home too. How many years have you not gone back?"

Gu Mo was in a daze when he heard Jiang Yue's name before answering him: "Three years."

After he came to City J, he changed his number and only told a few acquaintances.Three years ago, Gu Qian sent him a message saying that she had obtained a certificate from someone, but the target was not the honest man from before but a second-generation official. Gu Mo was very surprised.

My sister didn't want to tell him the ins and outs, so he had no choice but to bless her silently.

Now that he heard that she was pregnant, he guessed that the two of them should get along well, and he was very happy.

"Three years... It's been a long time. I don't know if there are any changes in City S."

"There must be big changes," Gu Mo said, "Now that society is developing so fast, I feel like I can hardly keep up with the pace."

Jiang Wenyan agreed: "It's up to people to adapt to the times... When it comes, it's this one."

He stopped by the side of the road and sighed as he watched the pedestrians coming and going like an ant colony.

"We're only thirty, and there's still some to suffer."

The shop was so busy that there wasn't even a chair for Zhang to sit on, so Gu Mo had to buy some porridge and take it back to the car to drink.

"It tastes good, no wonder there are so many people queuing up." He scooped up the porridge carefully, for fear of spilling some in the car.

"As long as you like it," Jiang Wenyan was amused by his cautious movements, "Come and eat every day from now on."

"Don't, I'll get bored within two days." Gu Mo laughed.

"There are so many flavors. It's hard to find such a breakfast restaurant that suits your appetite. No matter what, you have to order all the dishes."

"It's not like you don't know me. I'll change something when I'm tired of it."

Jiang Wenyan turned his head and stared at his graceful side face. At this moment, the inconspicuous Adam's apple rose and fell with his swallowing movements, and the jaw pulled out a beautiful arc.It is really one of the best in a hundred for a man to be able to maintain such a clean face after the baptism of the world.

His mouth felt parched, and his brain became hot: "Isn't it the same emotionally?"

Gu Mo was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyelids, stirred the porridge twice, and hummed softly.

Seeing that he stopped drinking, Jiang Wenyan scolded himself in his heart for why he was not opening which pot and which pot he was carrying.

At the same time, he was a little annoyed that after six years, Gu Mo still hadn't completely let go of the child.Obviously the time we spent together was very short, but it left a deep memory because of the extreme incompatibility.

No matter how difficult it is for someone to walk into Gu Mo's heart, he can only stand in front of him and occasionally catch a glimpse of him.

Jiang Wenyan turned on the ignition and drove in silence. The state between him and Gu Mo was not satisfactory. It would be great if we could go further, but I don't know how long it will take to achieve this step.

But he was willing to wait.

The Low-E glass embedded around the office building makes the building a mirror of the CBD, contrasting the bustling and changing business district.

After parking the car in the underground parking lot, the two entered the same elevator and pressed down to different floors.

Jiang Wenyan arrived at the office first, told Gu Mo that he would see you in the afternoon and got out of the elevator.

It went up a few more floors, and with a ding, the door opened and the electroplated logo of INK Publishing House appeared in sight.

"Editor Gu is here!" "Editor Gu, good morning!"

Several little girls rushed in and out, holding paper materials of different thicknesses in their arms. Seeing him greet him in a hurry, the soles of their feet were busy with the work at hand.

For Gu Mo, this is his battlefield.

Six years ago, he hadn't figured out what job he wanted to do. After visiting City J, he found that the publishing industry in other cities outside J City was either completely empty or non-existent.However, due to the geographical relationship, the cultural industry is highly concentrated in City J, which has formed a group effect.For any category of books, the sales figure in the local area is often close to 30%, and the authors are also gathered here, so it is unlikely that there will be a trend of publishing houses fleeing.

The sense of belonging is strong but the water is not deep, and he became interested in the editing industry.So he entered INK, which is not big or small, and started as an assistant editor in the editorial department, delving into this bowl of rice little by little.With the skills of a Chinese teacher, this job is not difficult to do.

He came to his desk, put down his briefcase, and started his day's work.

Topic selection, manuscript collection, review, processing and finishing...

As the New Year approached, everyone in the publishing house was working without touching the ground, trying to clear up all the tasks accumulated before the year.

After working for six years, he also has his own assistant, and the work is a little easier.

There is nothing wrong with other processes, the only thing that gives him a headache is the draft reminder.

There are four or five of his authors who are in the late stages of procrastination. In order to get their manuscripts, he has used both soft and hard methods to practice eighteen skills.

Among them, Jiang Wenyan also gave him a lot of advice. He lamented that he still needs to practice continuously in the society to gain effective experience. In comparison, the years in school were really carefree.

The last manuscript was handed in a year ago, and this year's work can be finished.

I had a meal with the editor-in-chief at noon, and chatted casually. Although the editor-in-chief of INK is old, he still has a lot of ideas, and he doesn't seem dull when talking with young people.

He heard that Gu Mo would go home for the New Year this year, he asked.

"What date is Editor Gu going to leave?"

"This weekend, number two."

"It's a bit late on the second, so leave early when you're done, it's not like you don't have anyone under your command."

"They are young and eager to go home. Let them go first, and I will go through the matter again for them. I guess they will be uneasy if they stay, and there will be many mistakes if they are busy. I am alone, and I am not bad. Two days." Gu Mo poured him a cup of tea.

The editor-in-chief picked up the teacup and showed a look of approval: "You have always considered things thoughtfully. When you followed me, I could see that you were in this profession. You are meticulous in handling things, and your communication skills are not weak. The most important thing is to be responsible. Heart. Nowadays, many young people do things frizzy, and when they encounter difficulties, they quit. I have also supervised many editors, and you are the best one."

"I'm a blank sheet of paper. Thanks to your advice, I won't make many detours." Gu Mo's words were full of gratitude.

"If you are willing to learn and endure hardships, you will always find a way."

After taking a sip of tea, the editor-in-chief changed the subject, and his tone was a little disappointed.

"Hey, online literature has developed so fast these years, our publishing house is almost becoming a sunset industry."

Gu Mo put down his cuffs: "Traditional literature is still popular at present, and the prospect of Internet literature is certainly bright. Recently, it is a bit eager for quick success. But Internet literature and traditional literature are not opposite poles, but a relationship that infiltrates and complements each other. We also need to work with Advancing with the times."

"Yeah, society and people need to improve, and if one party falls, the chain will be broken. Fortunately, I am going to retire, so let you young people make troubles."

The two raised their teacups, looked at each other and laughed.

After explaining this week's work, he took a breath.

The two little assistants are girls in their twenties. He reminded them to buy tickets early, because the traffic during the Spring Festival travel season can be scary.

The two little girls thanked and thanked again, and they had time to meet up with other colleagues in the club before they got off work, saying that Gu Bian was so handsome.

What surprised them was that Gu Mo couldn't tell from his appearance that he was in his thirties, and it was fine if such a high-quality man wasn't married, and after a few years, he didn't even have a close female friend around him.

Always be gentle and courteous in dealing with others, and keep a close distance.

Some people say that this is probably the unobtainable male god.

When Gu Mo entered the elevator, several people were still chattering about him, and when they saw him shut up for a moment, they smiled awkwardly at him.

He didn't care too much, just remembered that when we parted at noon, the editor-in-chief patted him meaningfully on the shoulder, telling him to deal with the important affairs of his life.

He was a little helpless, when he was in his 20s, except for Gu Qian, no one ever urged him to marry him, and even a few aunts in the community told him not to rush to find a partner, and wait for their girls to grow up.

Now my sister doesn't urge her anymore, but the people around are asking about his emotional state intentionally or unintentionally.Thanks to him being in a big city, being unmarried at the age of 30 doesn't seem so abrupt, but in a small place he would be an outlier.

He got off the elevator on the middle floor, turned around and entered Wenmo Law Firm.