The lightness of the world of mortals

God makes us get used to all kinds of things, that is, to use them instead of happiness. ——"Evgeny Onegin"

When Chen Xilin opened her eyes to look at her phone in the morning, she was really taken aback. The chat tool was overwhelmed by countless likes and comments. This was an unfamiliar experience for her who never posted status.She went through all the likes and comments twice, but the person she really wanted her to see didn't respond.

She smiled wryly, yes, it's been three months, why expect a response?

There was a strange feeling in her heart, like waking up, the spool in her hand was empty, the kite was gone, and the thread was gone.

She spread her hands, and it turned out that she had thought that she was still holding a spool in her hand for the past few months. She sat up, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. The figure in the mirror was broken.

After taking off the nightgown, there was a shallow scar at the bottom of the neck. After lightly stroking it with fingers, it would almost disappear. This scar lasted longer than anything else.

How can you expect others to stay where they are?What's more, that person is Ming Yue.

It was past eight o'clock, and Ming Yue woke up a little later, but she just fell asleep four hours ago.When she came out of the bathroom, Angie knocked on the bedroom door: "Auntie, it's time for breakfast~" It seemed that she was listening to the sound.

She was a little embarrassed, and she didn't care about her dry hair. She walked out of the room and onto the terrace. On the September morning in the suburbs of Los Angeles, the wind was still dry and the heat was still coming, which was pleasant.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but I held back. I helped my sister-in-law set up the table and squeezed a few fresh juices.

"Did Xiao Yu sleep well?" Qing Hui came out and asked behind her.

Ming Yue instinctively resisted the title he just got yesterday, and turned around, "Morning, um, pretty good."

Speaking of Qinghui's actions are remarkable, there is nothing wrong with her, but she subconsciously can't kiss him, and she even feels that she is not as close as sister-in-law and Anji.

"What about you?" Ming Yu asked, avoiding calling him "brother" or "sister-in-law".

After dinner, Qinghui invited her into the study for a chat. Mingyu felt it was very grand as soon as he stepped in. He vaguely remembered that Qinghui was in the software industry. He is an engineering nerd who doesn't listen to anything outside the window, and can only bury his head in writing codes. He didn't expect that the books in the study room are very magnificent. If you look closely, many of them are historical and humanistic classics.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Qing Hui asked while skillfully fiddling with a set of tea sets in front of him.

Ming Yue closed his eyes, a little embarrassed, "It's pretty good, but there's still a little jet lag."

Qinghui nodded, the tea leaves were soaked, and the juice was slowly stretched out in the pot.

"You've been in City C all these years. To be honest, it's not easy. Now you're going to the Netherlands alone. What do you think? Do you want to chat?"

"The company needed such a person to go there, and I was the right person, so I went." Ming Yue pushed everything to work.

Qinghui turned the mother cup over, "I have worked in this company for many years, right?"

"Well," Ming Yu nodded, "I'll be there after graduation."

"What is it? Human resources?"

"No, the dispatch industry, human resources is a part of it, it first started from logistics, and now it covers all aspects..."

Qinghui slowly poured the tea soup into the mother's cup, the expression on his face seemed to reveal that he was not very interested in the details, Mingyu accepted the words.

"For so many years, I have been running here and there for it," Qing Hui breathed heavily into his dantian when he said this, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tea soup. "Actually, the Qing family has its own stage, and you can come back and do things for yourself."

Mingyue Xiaoxiao was taken aback, she didn't expect Qinghui to bring up this matter today, she watched the tea soup flow from the mother cup into the small cup in front of her, "I... I have been used to it all these years, The Qing family's business... I'm not familiar with it either, so let's forget it."

Qinghui seemed unmoved, "It's right to go out and learn something when you were young. You see, Anji is about to learn artificial intelligence. When she leaves school, she won't be in a hurry to ask her to help. Do things at home, go outside to hone first."

"En." Ming Yu nodded, she didn't know what to pick up.

"Blood relationship is something that cannot be erased. In the end, you will find that it is also the most precious." Qing Hui paused, "The older you get, the more you cherish it."

Ming Yue thought of his biological father, so why didn't he think of blood relationship when he was old?However, if you made a mistake when you were young, you will cherish it when you want to cherish it. Who is this world prepared for?

"Look at Dad, I miss you a lot later." Qing Hui added.

Mingyu saw that he thought of the same thing as herself, but Qinghui said it was a good thing, but she didn't take it seriously, she smiled ironically.

"Xiao Yu," Qing Hui raised his eyes, "Anji, and you are my real relatives, like my uncle's family, and who else's, those are only relatives after all," he sipped his tea , "My dad and I are not as big as your current employer, but they are not small. My family said behind closed doors that we have strength."

Ming Yu bowed his head to drink tea, what did Qing Hui want to do?Call yourself back and get involved in the family business?That must not be a position that is simply paid, do you want to get a share of it yourself?From many years of old age and death, to now taking the initiative to ask myself to come back to participate in the family business, this change is so big that it is difficult to understand.

"Anji's mother takes good care of the family. She doesn't like to do things outside, and she can't do well. Anji is still too young. I, now, lack a right-hand man." Qinghui leaned back in the chair.

"For so many years... haven't you had a capable partner?"

"There are some, but they are outsiders in the final analysis. Your brother and I are fighting alone in the Qing family's business field."

Ming Yu was taken aback for a moment, but Qing Hui actually said the words "your brother".

Qinghui probably also came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "I'll show you some company information later, take your time, it's not a decision that can be made in a short while."

"I may not be able to do it. I'm not familiar with the software industry, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much."

After Ming Yue finished speaking, he suddenly wanted to go out to get some air. It must be good fortune to deceive others. If he hadn't learned the truth about his fate with Chen Xilin at the beginning, if he hadn't been inquiring about Qing Qing like crazy, how could he have lowered his head to find him? Qinghui?Ming Yue is not a wheat ear who knows how to bow her head, so what she decides becomes a death sentence, and there is no room for change.

"You don't need to understand software," Qing Hui suddenly looked into her eyes, "Don't worry, just think about it slowly, and don't say anything dead."

But looking for Qinghui, and developing to the current situation, it can't be said to be a bad thing, Ming Yue thought again, things in this world are all about luck and misfortune.

The two walked downstairs and passed a wall of photos.

"Do you still keep in touch with that granddaughter of the Bai family?" Qinghui asked.

Ming Yue glanced at a familiar, nightmarish face in the photo, it was Qing Qing.She turned her head suddenly, not knowing who he was asking for a moment.

"Ah, I'm not very connected," she sorted out her emotions, "She's just a previous client."

Qinghui nodded, "It's a pity that you insist on leaving today. Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival gathering is rare."

"The main reason is that it takes one day to fly back, and I have to go to work on Monday, and there is still a chance after the party." Ming Yu thought, fortunately there is such a reason not to participate in this embarrassing scene that requires meeting everyone in the Qing family.

Chen Xilin's car passed by the hotel where Ming Yue lived together. At that time, she was chasing Ming Yue's car on Highway 101. She thought, nowornever, she won for a while, but she didn't win for a lifetime after all.

The Qing family held a Mid-Autumn Festival party tonight, and they invited her, but she declined. It's time to draw a line with the Qing family.

Maybe it's not worth getting emotional, not in this life, she thought.

She didn't quite understand Mingyu's stupidity yet, if the photo last night was not posted on Moments, but on Mingyu's private chat window, maybe Mingyu would be knocking on her door two hours later.

But I can’t say it’s a pity. She has her dilemma. If there is no God’s perspective, everyone is in the dilemma, and everyone’s dilemma is reasonable. So far, love is not a straightforward journal, it is full of suffering and fun , it is a perverted contradictory body, which has made people enjoy it for thousands of years.

Chen Xilin couldn't get out of her own predicament.

Ming Yue was trapped in the small compartment of the business class, and the plane stabilized at high altitude, she suddenly remembered the painting that Hong Xinran had sent her.

She went to flip through the painting, put on the earphones, and a few lines of libretto flowed out:

Maybe in the far, far future

you can see yourself clearly

you can laugh happily

you can cry

maybe a long time later

you'll see why they left

You are finally no longer lonely

you get it you get it

The corners of Mingyu's eyes were moist.That Hong Xinran who left with harsh words cherished this relationship after all.

Closing her eyes, distant memories hit her. She never understood why she was so resolutely abandoned by Hong Xinran and held such grievances when she worked hard to survive those years in a foreign country and finally found the dawn.She never understood the question, never found the answer, only time has diluted it.

Suddenly, she connected to wifi, looked at the painting, and found Hong Xinran's chat window.

——I wish you happiness.

Hong Xinran replied 10 minutes later:

— I wish you happiness too.

She knew that if she said this sentence five years ago, no one wanted to hear it, but now, it is a kind of sincerity that survives the catastrophe.

I made her wait too long until she lost her sense of security.Ming Yue thought.

All the emotions of worrying about gains and losses, and the stupidity of insincere words are just one sentence: I care about you so much, I am afraid that you will not cherish me if you know it.

This is Hong Xinran's dilemma, and it is also Ming Yue's dilemma.

Hong Xinran was stuck at a time when she shouldn't have been. When Ming Yue finally turned herself into the sales director of the Asia-Pacific region, and seeing that the reunion was imminent, she said, don't change your career plan for me, and don't go back to China for me.

It trapped Ming Yue.Once, Hong Xinran regarded her as a lifelong lover, and told her unceremoniously, come back, even if you don't have a career for a while, I can support you.

Yes, Ming Yue would not let her raise him, but he liked this kind of "unceremoniousness". With Hong Xinran's attitude, she desperately arranged herself and moved closer to her.

But the phrase "don't do it for me" has become her curse, a stain in her relationship that magnifies as she thinks about it, and her dilemma.

All beings are dull, all beings are suffering, and one thought is ignorant.

Finally relieved today, thank you for this late painting.