a winter fire

02

Most people make the same mistake when they first start working - they have to ask their leaders about everything they encounter.

In fact, it's not that newcomers in the workplace are unwilling to use their brains, it's just that they are inexperienced and timid, and they dare not do it even after thinking about it.

When I received Zhou Hanzhang’s email, I felt that life was hopeless. It was already off work time, and I watched the team leader leave without calling him.

let's talk tomorrow.

For this "let's talk tomorrow", I didn't sleep well all night, and I even thought about calling my dad and asking my dad to come forward. After all, I can be regarded as someone I know. Maybe Zhou Hanzhang will give my dad face and be willing to talk to him. I met it?

But in the end I didn't make the call.

One's own work, after all, has to be faced by oneself.

When I arrived at the company the next day, I desperately went to the team leader to explain the situation, and the team leader looked at me in surprise: "So? You want me to deal with it?"

His attitude frightened me, so I quickly apologized and went back to figure out what to do.

And the only way I can think of is to come directly to the door.

It's rude, I know, but I'm really out of my mind and there's nothing else I can do.

Zhou Hanzhang lives far away, so far away that he has already left the urban area and ran directly to the mountains. I feel a headache when I look at the address.

I asked the team leader for leave and said that I would visit. The team leader meant that to deal with Zhou Hanzhang's problems, he could apply for field work directly from the company system, without deducting wages, and the transportation expenses would be reimbursed.

However, the team leader also said: "If you take a taxi, don't report it."

Well, understand.

I came out of the company, first took the subway, then took the bus, and finally walked for about [-] minutes before arriving at his place of residence.

It was very cold that day, and there was a cold wave warning. I was wearing a dark coffee-colored woolen coat with a high-necked black sweater inside. During the 10 minutes of walking, my nose was so cold that I turned up the collar of the sweater and retracted the tip of my nose. The tip of his nose was scratched, and his ears were almost frozen.

I don't know why it's so cold this year.

The place where Zhou Hanzhang lives is just such a family. I heard from the team leader that this mountain was actually handed down from their Zhou family ancestors. A few years ago, Zhou Hanzhang was in urgent need of money and wanted to sell this place, but no one bought this place. I sold my house in the city and moved here by myself.

35 years old, single, living alone, withdrawn and weird.

These are the labels attached to him by other editors in our editorial department who know him well.

I have always disliked labeling people, because I always feel that people cannot be simply defined, and everyone's understanding of other people is also very one-sided. It is not appropriate to use labels to define a person without authorization.

So when I stood in front of Zhou Hanzhang's house, I was looking forward to it.

I look forward to seeing another side of him, withdrawn and weird but also tender and sensitive, because I think I have seen it before.

When I was a teenager, I read his books. At that time, I didn’t know that I would deal with him one day. The Zhou Hanzhang that my dad said was just a man with few words, but I read more than that from his books. .

He has published three books so far. I traced them back and found that the three books were signed to different publishers. The "Wild Crossing" I read was a very early version, and it was reprinted later. It is said that the film copyright was sold. It's just that it hasn't been filmed yet.

He should have made money.

I thought so at the time.

When I knocked on his door, I remembered that he wrote about a family in "Wild Ferry". After the son left his home, he took his parents to the city. When the whole family came back during the Spring Festival, the old man stood at the door and knocked on the old door.

"It's like saying hello to a sleeping old house. The old house is not an old house, it's an old friend, and it's a boat for me."

Are I old friends with this Mr. Zhou?

After all, I read his books as a teenager.

I knocked three times and waited awkwardly.

Being young and ignorant of how to behave in the world, I came to disturb my door so recklessly, but I was actually ready to be rejected.

I stood there, counting the seconds in my mind, thinking about counting to 200 and leaving.

When I counted to 159, the door in front of me opened.

The early winter wind was howling, and the mountain was several degrees colder than the city.

The wooden door creaked, and the first thing I saw was the soot blown in front of me by the wind.

I raised my head, startled for a moment, he was completely different from what I had imagined.

Very thin, tall, very white, unshaven and smoking a cigarette.

His hair was very black, but it was messy and long. Even though the shattered hair on his forehead had been blown up by the wind, it was certain that his eyes would be covered when the wind stopped.

He was wearing a gray sweater cardigan with a white T-shirt underneath, and the wind made him look like a crumbling patient.

Mr. Zhou looks good, but... quite sloppy.

"Hello," I said quickly, "Is this Mr. Zhou's house?"

He squinted his eyes and looked at me, wrapped his hands around the skirt of the sweater and cardigan: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Zhou, my name is Bai Wei," I hesitated, and then said, "Do you still remember Bai Decheng? He is my father, and I will visit you on his behalf."

The first time we met, I lied to Zhou Hanzhang.

Then as expected, he was rejected because he said, "I don't remember."

The wooden door slammed shut in front of my eyes, and the ruthless man made this winter even colder.

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