The lightness of the world of mortals

Ming Yue was not the only one who had nightmares. Chen Xilin woke up suddenly in the sticky night of "Buckingham Palace", surrounded by the low roar of the air conditioner in the hotel room in Africa, with a kind of despair of lack of energy.

The dream has nothing to do with herself, it is Mingyue, the old and narrow streets of Amsterdam, there is always a figure following her in the dark, but she doesn't know it at all.

In the dream, I wanted to yell at her as hard as I could, but when I woke up, the half-pronounced "越" was on my lips.

Chen Xilin closed his eyes again, as if he was trying to stabilize his mind... The mobile phone vibrated abruptly on the bedside, and a trace of extravagant expectation suddenly appeared in his heart. If it weren't for the night being too late, he would never have dared to have such an expectation When he reached out to take it, it was Jiang Ruojing's news.

Whether it's Jiang Ruojing, at least he's someone related to her.

--How are you?Haicheng is a bit busy here, but everything is fine.

If there was only the first half of the sentence, Chen Xilin would not have responded to this news. The news without title is extremely ambiguous.

But she mentioned Haicheng's work, which was what Chen Xilin was concerned about, and she hung her fingers above the screen, thinking about how to reply.

——Lynn, take care of yourself in Dongso, when you sent me to the hospital that day, I suddenly had a thought, I think you have such good genes, you should have a child, life always continues in this way... You will also be a good mother.

The night is indeed too deep, these words suddenly hit a certain nerve in Chen Xilin, she lived to the middle of her 30s, no one ever thought she should have a child, no parents, no relatives who cared deeply, no one in this world to worry about Whether her life should continue, even she herself has always felt that this kind of argument is meaningless.But at this moment, in a room full of the roar of cheap air conditioners in a foreign land, her eyes became moist with the air here, and even for a few seconds, she seriously considered this suggestion.

——Are you in good health?

She asked Jiang Ruojing.

--ah!Did I wake you up?sorry!I thought you'd see it in the morning...

——No, I woke up before.Jessica, thanks for the project.

——No hard work, no hard work!You actually asked me if I was in good health!I am really happy!

Chen Xilin got up to drink water, and turned on the shower again.She didn't know that four months ago, in the same place, in the same sticky night, Ming Yue got up and did the same thing.

——I have always valued you very much, but I hope you can throw away those unnecessary feelings and emotions and devote yourself to your work.

Before walking into the bathroom, she sent Jiang Ruojing this last message.

Jiang Ruojing squinted her eyes in the early autumn morning sun. She had learned all these small movements of Ming Yue, and she didn't deliberately learn them, but it seemed that some of them were carved into her bones.

——I understand, I will work hard, don't worry.

she back.

Turning around to look at the early autumn in Haicheng outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her office is too small to compare with Chen Xilin's, but the scenery outside the window is the same, no one is more magnificent than the other.

There was a knock on the door, it was Cici, she had already turned around, Jiang Ruojing liked her a lot, she was a clever little girl.

"Jessica~" Cici yelled sweetly when she entered the door.

"Come on, close the door." Jiang Ruojing turned back from the window.

In the big office outside, Xiaomi stared blankly at Jiang Ruojing's closed door. Ever since cici turned positive, it should be said that since Jiang Ruojing's preference for cici has become more and more obvious, she has stopped teaching cici about Lily. Among colleagues, survival comes first and friendship comes second.

"There are chocolates here," Jiang Ruojing pointed to his table, which was delivered by the HR manager in the morning, "You take them all."

"Ah! Belgian handmade chocolate! Jessica won't eat it? A box!"

"I don't eat chocolate," Jiang Ruojing sat down on the chair, folded his legs, and pointed the pointed toes of his high heels at Cici, "If you can't eat it, you can take millet and share it with them. The shelf life is very short."

"Hey! Thank you Jessica!" Cici almost bowed.

"Sit down, what does the factory say?"

"I just wanted to tell you about this. Cliff refused to give me the blueprint of the third level."

Jiang Ruojing snorted, "Look for Mr. Yuan, no matter how much time you spend with foreigners, their brains won't turn their heads."

"Yes, yes, I also asked Mr. Yuan, but he said that Mr. Chen had to nod for this matter, so..." Cici showed embarrassment.

Jiang Ruojing's shoe toes were tense, and her face sank, "How can we continue to test when we are being guarded by thieves? Mr. Chen was still explaining to me that this level of testing is very important!" She held up the phone.

"j...jessica...I don't think Mr. Chen has anything to say to you, otherwise you can go and talk to Mr. Chen, it should be fine..."

Jiang Ruojing turned her head, the toe of her shoe drooped, "Let me ask." She looked at Cici, her tone relaxed, "Where is Cici's hometown?"

"Laishan, a small city, is in Jiangbei."

"Oh, are you going back from the long vacation?"

"I won't go back this time, it will be troublesome to go back, maybe... wait until the Chinese New Year."

"It will take a few months." After a pause, "I know that our department has been very busy recently and often works overtime. Soon, this project should produce results soon."

"Really? I'm still a little nervous!"

Jiang Ruojing smiled, "No matter what the result is, there will be a bonus for you, how about it?"

"Ah! Jessica is the best!!"

Jiang Ruojing was not moved by this pious praise, she seemed to be stuck in her own world, "Do it well, when I first joined Beluga, I started as an intern just like you."

"Ah, really? Really? But you have grown from an intern to a department manager at such a young age! You have also been dispatched to the United States for a few years! I guess I will be useless in another 20 years..."

"How come?" Jiang Ruojing glanced at the photo frame next to the computer when he raised his eyes, "Don't underestimate yourself, as long as you have the motivation to make progress, you will succeed, even more successful than me."

Cici is very happy to receive such support. This is the best time to get close to her boss. "What motivated Jessica to make progress?"

"Me," Jiang Ruojing stretched out his hand to look at his pale gold-painted nails, [-] carats glistening between his fingers, "I was born in a working family in Qingcheng. The burden of life falls on me."

Cici was flattered and then moved, and the boss actually talked about his family background with him.

"I'm also a child from a working family...how come I don't have much motivation...?" she asked.

Jiang Ruojing smiled, "Do you want your parents to live in a high-end apartment? Do you want to buy a better car for your father? Do you want your mother to carry an LV bag on the street? As for yourself, you really want to Marry that childhood sweetheart who earns thousands of monthly salary like you?"

Cici's mind was still spinning, turning to "Childhood Sweetheart", and laughed out loud, "Jessica...I don't...have a boyfriend yet..."

"That's the same question... Do you like to read the president's articles?"

"Yeah!" Cici nodded fiercely.

"Presidents always marry poor and stupid little white rabbits home, right?" Jiang Ruojing laughed "haha". For fun, if you really marry home, how can the software and hardware be bad?"

"Then...then what should I do?"

"You are cute and beautiful, you have the software, work hard, enrich the hardware, and try to marry a president. How is it? Do you have the motivation?"

"Wow, software...hardware...just like Jessica, excellent show, and married to President Kent, right?"

Jiang Ruojing laughed exaggeratedly again, but this time it was full of sarcasm. Kent prefers his software or hardware?She used to think that she had both, but it was only these days that she slowly realized that maybe it was a conspiracy from the beginning, maybe what Kent liked about her was just an identity.Well, why not turn the disadvantage into a win-win situation?

A woman who has lost a child can do anything - this is a summary of a sentence she secretly gave to Ming Yue before.

Ming Yu drove Anji to the train station, and Anji wanted to take the train to Giethoorn Village by himself for a day.On the way back to the company, she suddenly made a decision and turned on the highway at the fork.

Maybe she didn't want to let down the fine early autumn weather, or because she needed to take a walk in the car, she felt that she should take a half-day vacation for herself, and also regretted not going to Giethoorn Village with Anji for a day.

Turn on the car radio, the endless Dutch, which is very similar to the northern German dialect, but seems to suffer from the friction of more throat articulation organs.

Suddenly, a mellow language she was familiar with came from the radio, it was American English, and almost at the same time, she felt that even this voice was familiar, it must be an illusion.

The Dutch anchor's voice overshadowed that, giving her more time to claim... illusion?But that voice said "I want to see you more in the daytime", said "it's time for you to come anytime", said "I like you", said "I like Mingyu, I know it very well" , Said "take care".

The voice traveled thousands of miles, bouncing up and down among the radio waves.The anchor's voice gradually faded away, and Chen Xilin's voice came up again: "This is an island full of 'treasures', I hope it can help all those who lost their homes due to the war..."

The anchor's voice covered it again, and the Dutch language was constantly mixed with English "treasureisland...treasureisland"...

There used to be a "rare island", there was a person who loved her, this person pampered her quietly, and she searched for herself like crazy...

Mingyu couldn't see the road in front of her clearly. There was a semi-circular rest road in front of her right. She stopped, and the wind from the countryside was blowing in her face. She thought she was hard enough to be indifferent, but she just stopped on someone else's rest road. , crying bitterly.