personal problem

Fan Jian stood in front of the director's desk, quite trembling.

"Tell me, I hope you don't disappoint me this time." The director's expression was serious.

"Yes." Fan Jian took a deep breath, "My idea is this, a practitioner in the wedding industry receives a case, and the person he had a crush on before got married..."

The director glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "Then he robbed the bride?"

Fan Jian shook his head: "He planned the wedding seriously and professionally, making it perfect, and then watched them walk into the palace of marriage."

"And then, a month or so later, he got a card that said, 'Thank you.' And most importantly, the bride still remembers his name."

The director raised his eyebrows: "So they passed by?"

"Maybe, then leave it to the audience to guess." Fan Jian shrugged, "You don't need to worry about the client's mood, after all, being crushed by someone is even worth complacent for women, and for men, it also implies The sense of accomplishment of a successful courtship is a male instinct..."

"Hmm..." The director stroked his chin and smiled, "Interesting, but I'm more curious about where your inspiration came from."

Fan Jian shrugged: "All inspirations come from life, don't they?"

"Okay, you can go out and get a raise at the end of the month."

Fan Jian resigned with gratitude, and when he returned to his cubicle, he felt like a lifetime away.Taking advantage of no one's attention, he secretly took out his phone and opened Weibo.

"Thank you for your love rival, thank you for your time, and thank you @mobile user 13809012010."

After waiting for 5 minutes, the other party did not respond. Fan Jian resentfully put away his phone and continued to type the copywriting he had just conceived in Word.

He was in a good mood, so Fan Jian asked Qiu Ming and his wife to have dinner with Dong Xia at night.Several people sat down in Dong Xia's small courtyard, and Dong Xia's daughter rushed over to ask for compliments.

"Wow, this new dress is so beautiful! Uncle really wants to propose to you!" Before Fan Jian's hand touched Miss Dong's cheek, Dong Xia ruthlessly waved her away.

"Yaya, remember, stay away from this uncle in the future, those two are safe, remember?"

The little girl nodded half understanding, and ran away like a bird.

"Envy!" Dong Xia laughed, winking at Jiang Qiu and the others.

Qiu Ming was noncommittal: "It doesn't matter, Jiang Wan and I don't want to be bothered. Kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, college entrance examination, postgraduate entrance examination, looking for a partner, buying a house and taking care of grandchildren, Dong Daxia, you have something to worry about."

"Go, go, go," Dong Xia refilled drinks for everyone, "I'll just treat you as jealous of me."

Fan Jian took a sip of his wine: "Forget it, all of you here, including me, have no plans to have children, let alone envy you."

Dong Xia lamented: "It seems that I am the most abnormal, making friends carelessly."

"However," Jiang Wan glanced at Fan Jian, "The last time we had dinner, who do you think Fan Jian met?"

Qiu Ming chuckled: "Dong Xia, guess what."

Fan Jian rolled his eyes: "It's quite a simple matter, why are you making me so obsessed. Wang Huaijin, the one in the second class."

"Didn't fight?" Dong Xia skillfully picked up a whole piece of crab roe tofu and put it in Fan Jian's bowl.

Fan Jian tasted it contentedly, and raised his thumb: "It's fresh and tender, after all, it's from a professional class." After taking another sip of Dong Xia's homemade rice wine, Fan Jian narrowed his eyes comfortably, "How old is it? There will be a fight. After saying a few words, they will leave, nothing."

"That's it," Jiang Wan dragged her voice, "But I do know a gossip about him, do you want to know?"

Fan Jian pretended to be indifferent: "Anyway, I'm not familiar with it, since you want to say it so much, then say it."

"Forget it, I'm not a villain who chews my tongue." Jiang Wan scooped a spoonful of water shield soup and exchanged meaningful glances with Qiu Ming.

Fan Jian ate a few mouthfuls of food like a cat's paw scratching his heart, and finally surrendered: "Okay, knowing yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles, tell me."

"I heard that he had a crush on someone back then..."

Fan Jian let out a chuckle: "Isn't this groundless? First, since it's a secret love, how do others know? Second, according to life experience, the subtext is said to be—completely unreliable."

After being interrupted, Jiang Wan was slightly sullen, and sneered, "It's fine if you don't believe me, anyway, I heard that he has kept things from that man."

Dong Xia's face was full of gossip: "Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan, you are so well-informed, and you were really taken away by Qiu Ming. I guess, what can you keep in those days, it can't be a handkerchief or something?"

"Wrong," Jiang Wan shrugged. "It's a test paper. It seems to be Chinese. It seems to have the composition side."

"Pfft, what a literary artist." Fan Jian couldn't help laughing out loud, knowing the embarrassing things about his rivals in the past always makes people feel happy, although his heart is inexplicable and somewhat disappointed.

Maybe knowing the dusty past that was closely related to another person makes it easier for people to reminisce about their youth?

"The title of the composition is more artistic," Jiang Wan said casually. "I don't know whose paper it was, but people in Class Two said it seemed to be a model essay called 'Chemistry and Love'."

Fan Jian's expression suddenly froze.

Of course he remembered the composition.

The years of the third year of high school seemed to be always hot and unbearable, the electric fan was spinning tirelessly above the head, the classroom was as crowded as this world, and everyone was sweating and writing hard.

The tip of Fan Jian's pen brushed across his fingers gently, leaving behind words that were destined to fail.

"Love is not a physical reaction, a physical reaction is just a sudden encounter, and there is no trace after the cross.

Love is a chemical reaction. After the intersection of calcium carbide and sparks, the trajectory of fate is changed. "

"That kid has a wrong expression." Dong Xia whispered to Qiu Ming.

Qiu Ming shook his head: "Everyone can see it, Jiang Wan, do you know something? How do you know?"

"I didn't know before," Jiang Wan shrugged, "but now I know."

Dong Xia was thoughtful: "You alone, the captain of the criminal police, and Wang Huaijin, your second class is really not taking the usual path."

Jiang Wan gave him a white look: "Now is not the time to discuss probabilities, I think Fan Jian is totally confused."

Fan Jian came back to his senses and coughed lightly: "Actually, it's nothing. I guess it's because the article was written too well. He admires my talent. Besides, you don't think it's okay to collect the badly written essays of your rivals. Come on, is it all out of perverted narcissism? Don't think too much, there are so many homosexuals in this world. Come, Dong Xia, I respect you!"

Several people had a tacit understanding and never mentioned this matter.

Fan Jian couldn't drive after drinking, so he stayed at Dong Xia's house at night. In the suburbs of Beijing in midsummer, the cicadas were singing and the dogs were barking, just like the starry night many years ago.

Fluorine6314: Others' lives are tragicomedies, but mine are farces.