fall in love with vinegar bucket

Du Ze carefully observed the poster on the computer with his teacup in his arms, then turned around and said with a smile, "Where did she go?"

"It's a newcomer, the family members are worried and probably took it out to eat, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I'm just asking casually." Everyone is doing original work, and it's better not to draw conclusions too early on some things.

There is no one in the office anymore, most people choose to go out to eat to reward their overtime work, or go to the lounge to chat, Du Ze just sits there and waits for the takeaway if he can't get in the conversation, and occasionally thinks about the carefully prepared lunch for himself in the morning. It's a pity that I can't help it, but it's not a waste for Zhang Zhuo to eat it in the end.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, he suddenly stretched out a hand from behind. Du Ze was so frightened that he focused on the computer and stood up immediately. This stop happened to hit the chin of the person behind him. He staggered and turned around and said, : "Why are you?"

Zhang Zhuo frowned, and put the lunch box in his hand on the table: "Eat!"

Du Ze opened the lunch box and found that it was omelet rice. He shrank his neck and said, "I'm sorry." When Zhang Zhuo's face became normal again, he asked, "Why did you bring me the rice?"

If I don't bring you food, you have to go to my house to make trouble when you go back at night.

Zhang Zhuo sat down and casually picked up a magazine and flipped through the words: "It hurts to be idle at home, and you have to throw away the eggs if you don't eat them after a long time. You are really in a good mood, making love bento for yourself every day. "

Du Ze dug a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction: "It's delicious." After serving his stomach, his mood will naturally be good, he said, "It's too boring to be alone at home, so, so I want to Live better." Looking at Zhang Zhuo still exuding low air pressure, he sat down desperately and pushed with his arms, his mouth full of rice and mumbled thank you.

Zhang Zhuo looked at it and quickly turned his head, urging: "Eat quickly, it will be bad for others to see."

"I still have takeaways that haven't arrived."

"Pa—" Zhang Zhuo closed the book impatiently, and simply pulled Du Ze up, "Go eat in my car."

Thinking of Zhang Zhuo's current status, Du Ze felt that it was inappropriate to be in the office. There are so many people in the company and most of them are gossips. At worst, it would be miserable if there were people behind him.

When Zhang Zhuo went down, he bought two cups of milk tea along the way. The milk tea was delivered with the takeaway, which turned out to be dumplings.

The heater in the car was fully turned on, and Du Ze was satisfied with his meal. From time to time, he turned around and smiled at Zhang Zhuo. He couldn't hide the joy in his eyes: "I didn't know or guess that you would come to deliver the food."

"You have to say this several times." After eating such a well-prepared lunch, how can you not return the greeting?

But these were all high-sounding excuses, Zhang Zhuo looked out the window at the snow-capped ground, and the car window reflected Du Zean's eating situation, and his expression suddenly became dazed.

"Zhang Zhuo, I saw a painting on someone else's computer today." Du Ze poked at the little leftover rice with his chopsticks, and said hesitantly, "That belongs to my grandpa."

Zhang Zhuo didn't understand for a while: "And then?"

"This is a new case received by the company, and there is a new person in the team, who seems to be our junior, this must be commercial, so I was thinking..."

Zhang Zhuo immediately understood: "Talk first and then talk, the result is different. As long as she has a little self-consciousness as a designer, she will not use materials without copyright. You can teach her a good lesson."

"The other party is a woman."

"What's wrong with women, women are not human?" Who cultivated such a rubbish temperament, Zhang Zhuo wanted to say a few more words, but when he saw Du Ze staring at him with wide eyes, his anger was inexplicable Holding back first, he raised his hand and roughly wiped the ketchup off Du Ze's mouth, "I can't even stay with you for a minute, it makes people angry."

Du Ze felt aggrieved. The atmosphere was quite good, so why did he suddenly come to the Shura field? He was so angry that he might beat someone in the next second. He said dryly, "You are so fierce, no wonder you can't find a partner."

When Zhang Zhuo heard this, his eyebrows were raised angrily: "You are not fierce, do you have a partner?"

"you you you……"

Zhang Zhuo pulled Du Ze's hat over his head, and patted it twice: "What about me, eat your meal quickly." Then he picked up the dumplings and finished it quickly, and there was not even a mouthful of soup left for Du Ze.

Du Ze didn't care whether he ate dumplings or not. In fact, he was beaten up, his cheeks were flushed but he couldn't utter a word. He left his meal in a hurry and wanted to go back. Don't be angry.

"Du Ze, stop for me!"

Du Zezhen stopped, turned around and stared at him forcefully and said, "What, what!"

Zhang Zhuo was calmed down by the cold wind, took out the cup of milk tea from the car and handed it over: "Take it away and drink it."

Du Ze put his hands back, but didn't look at him: "No."

"Did you owe me a call?"

Du Ze is quite afraid of Zhang Zhuo, this is an indisputable fact, so he took the milk tea and turned around and ran away, thinking about the Zhang Zhuo in college, but it was a bit embarrassing to take the milk tea, he held the warm cup I buried my head and didn't know what to think. By the time the elevator door opened, the milk tea had already been drunk.

Zhang Zhuo stood outside for a while before returning to the car. His anger was unclear and he couldn't control it. He loosened his tie and watched the lunch box on the co-pilot slowly tidy up. Du Ze's figure had long since disappeared. up.

Zhang Zhuo guessed that Du Ze would be angry for a few days, but when he thought of what he said, Zhang Zhuo took out his mobile phone and wanted to ask who was the boss who let the newcomer get started directly , but after thinking about it, he gave up this idea again, and just asked if there were any newcomers recently and how their qualifications were.

Zhang Zhuo has always been behind the scenes but not in front of the scenes, so his friends thought that there were some relatives of him among the newcomers, but Zhang Zhuo denied it.

Du Ze drank the milk tea angrily, and his anger was almost gone, so he packed his clothes and calculated what time he would be able to go back today. When he passed by the desk, he happened to meet the newcomer.

"Hey senior!"

Unexpectedly, Xu Jing recognized him, Du Ze was stunned for a few seconds and smiled: "You remember me."

"I saw you playing basketball during military training, of course I remember."

She didn't accept the basketball, but when he talked about basketball, Du Ze's face turned red again. He didn't know how to play basketball, but he sat next to cheer Zhang Zhuo, "I don't play well."

The woman sneered slightly, and she couldn't remember it because she played well, "What a coincidence, you are also in this company."

Du Ze looked directly at her computer, and changed the topic absently: "You're doing this."

"Yes, yes, posters, practice your hands."

This is a national style game that is still in testing. People from the marketing department are running all over the country, and the early publicity has been put down. Du Ze is thinking about how to use the wording. Just remind Xu Jing to change the material.

"Xu Jing, this background looks familiar to me, and it doesn't seem suitable for use. It might look better if you change it."

It’s just that the newcomers to the company don’t seem to have really integrated into the society yet, and they don’t know how to write the word modesty, “Senior, my brother said this looks good.”

Who is Xu Jing's brother, Xu Xiaobo, the marketing manager.

"I see this background is familiar..."

"I drew this."

Du Ze sighed: "So that's how it is."

Someone patted him on the shoulder jokingly: "Why are you still teasing other young people?"

Xu Jing explained warmly: "It's okay, it's okay, the senior is also kind."

Du Ze heard the laughter behind him, as if he had become a boss who loves to pick on employees, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a message to his grandfather: "Grandpa, I want to see your peony pair."

For most of his life, Mr. Shen only painted one pair of peonies, because peonies were the favorite flower of his deceased wife.

Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when the flowers bloom.

The old man put this poem on the painting and hung it in the bedroom. Someone offered a lot of money to ask him to paint, but in Du Ze's memory, no one succeeded. Many times he could see his grandfather touching the pair in the bedroom alone. Peony, he rarely saw the old man paint such a large-scale painting, and it took a lot of trouble to carry it into the bedroom.

Mr. Shen quickly took a photo and sent it over. Du Ze returned to his seat pretending nothing happened after watching it, and let the others ignore what they said. When I went to Moments, I found that the taste of omurice was still in my mouth.

"exasperating."

Zhang Zhuo couldn't drink Du Ze's soup in the evening, nor in the second day, and even the doorbell didn't ring on the third day.

Are you really angry?

Zhang Zhuo finally did his ideological work and knocked on the door, but Du Ze was not at home, so he turned around and left and called Tao Jiayu.

"What's going on, overtime and extra bonuses don't make people celebrate the new year."

Tao Jiayu felt that the pot was coming from the sky: "It's none of my business, I don't have the final say, besides, it's almost Chinese New Year, so I must be busy." While answering the phone and playing computer, the student group in the lower right corner began to be full of Aite again. "Hey, Lao Zhang has been doing really well in the past few years, why did he invite us to dinner again...Okay, I know you definitely won't go."

Zhang Zhuo frowned: "I heard Du Ze mentioned a few words, he has been prosperous in the past few years, and he is living a good life these days. I won't go, just prevaricate casually like before, saying that I can't be contacted."

"You are not afraid of stammering and leaking wind."

Zhang Zhuo looked at his watch and snorted coldly, "Afraid of him?"

Du Ze was standing in the conference room facing the crowd, and suddenly his whole body trembled. He pointed a laser pointer at the posters on the screen and remained silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and said, "None of these four posters can be used."

The four posters were made by newcomers. Half a minute ago, they were praised by the main artist, but now they are suddenly opposed by people with affirmative tone. The people present look at me and are very puzzled.

The most exciting thing is the newcomer: "Why can't it be used."

"Because if you use yours, you will be scolded by others."

Xu Jing stood up directly, her chest was heaving up and down, and every look in her eyes clamored for dissatisfaction: "Senior, you must explain clearly."

Du Ze didn't know if the teacher was sincere or fake, "Your painting style is from a certain Korean painter, right?"

Xu Jing's complexion changed slightly.

"I won't say the name, he is very popular, and there are also painting videos on the Internet. Your painting style is almost the same as his."

"It's just that the painting style is okay, I didn't learn from him."

Du Ze can't speak in a hurry, so he has always been very calm: "The background of these four pictures all use a peony picture. Although you have performed shifting and splicing or even re-creation, there are traces to follow when compared with the original. The painter's name is Shen Zhi'ang, if you don't believe me, you can search it, someone offered 2000 million yuan for this painting but he couldn't get it."

Xu Jing clenched her fists and looked at Zhumei, Zhumei's eyes were full of helplessness.

"We are all engaged in original works. I won't say much about the reason. My father happened to be interested in Chinese painting, so I also know a little about it. Last year, a large online game broke the news that the works of a master of Chinese painting were stolen. , there is a lot of uproar on the Internet, it's because people in the circle don't understand."

Zhumei looked at Du Ze seriously, and felt that he was a little different today, but she couldn't tell what was different.