fault tolerance

"Wu Di said I was angry." Tang Lou looked at the decoration on the bookshelf with his hands behind his back, a small shiny snowflake.The snow globe is actually very old, and the lettering on the base is vaguely discernible.

He doubted whether turning on the red power switch would still be able to scatter snowflakes all over the sky in the snow globe.

Wu Chuan sat on the sofa near the indoor courtyard. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, there was a landscape of dry mountains and rocks with elegant decoration, sprinkled with white sand, and stacked with brownstones.

Wu Chuan did not respond to Tang Lou's words, but just looked at him quietly.

Tang Lou didn't intend to take a seat either, the tea that was poured for him was already cold.

It was almost an hour since he came here, and he had already looked at everything on this bookshelf, but he was not ready for a chat.

Of course, Wu Chuan would not rush him.

Everyone has their own rhythm, Wu Chuan's responsibility is to find these rhythms, and then open the patient's heart, find the crux, and prescribe the right medicine.

This kind of routine always takes more time than usual when used on a person who has learned the routine.

Most of the first interviews didn't go well.

Wu Chuan was very calm, he didn't even check the time, after all, the assistant would come into the room to remind him when it was time.

"Wu Chuan, please sign for me. You can save some time." Tang Lou took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

"I saved time. What about you? Are you going to lose your job?" Wu Chuan pressed the ballpoint pen, "How does it feel to be back?"

"Very good." Tang Lou felt guilty.

"I heard that you moved?"

"Well, it doesn't matter."

"Who knows, isn't everything in the universe connected?"

Tang Lou looked at his phone, then at the clock on the wall, and smiled secretly: "It's almost time, sign or let me come next week?"

"At the same time next week, see you soon." Wu Chuan put away his notebook and walked back behind his desk without even trying to lift his eyelids.

"You still have to come. You are quite busy every day, and you still have to spend time dealing with trivial things like me."

"How can your matter be a trivial matter? You are my junior, someone I know. I volunteered to accompany you to complete this project."

"why?"

what why?

"Because you are very important. I want to make sure that you are okay." Wu Chuan glanced at the appointment list on the table, and issued an order to evict the guest, "See you next week."

you!

Such a high-sounding sentence made it impossible for Tang Lou to refuse.

Before the assistant urged the time, he opened the door: "Let's go."

Wu Di, who was waiting at the door, obediently left behind the car.

When he was in the garage, Tang Lou no longer wanted Wu Di to send him home.Just now, this kid actually made a conspiracy, so he went home directly, but was thrown into a psychological clinic instead.

Did he underestimate this guy, or did he not know how to refuse?

Without further ado, Wu Di grabbed Tang Lou's arm, shoved him into the passenger seat, and said softly, "Fasten your seat belt."

Tang Lou sighed and had no choice but to sit in the car obediently.

"Wu Di, take me to the restaurant first. The teacher treats you to a meal. You are always picked up. Thank you." Tang Lou straightened the neckline of his clothes and smiled back.

Wu Di snorted coldly, and while starting the car, he said understandingly: "Did the professor not allow me to pick up and drop off?"

Tang Lou's ears turned red, and his thoughts were guessed.

That's what he meant.