woman wearing irish linen shirt

I froze, and it took me four or five seconds to find out what Miss Pender was up to—or at least what I thought it was.

She might be saying, I'm only five years old?

This kind of swearing is not even used by five-year-old children.

For no reason, I thought of the scolding among elementary school students. Comparing each other's grades seems to be a very common operation.And look at Miss Pan De, who is like a cat with blown hair, her momentum seems to have died down, and only her nervous fur is left to cheer each other up.

I still decided to give her a slap in the face: "Are you learning Chinese?"

She nodded: "It's just the beginning. You don't look angry at all."

"I don't have time to be angry," I said. "I'm surprised, honored, and a little scared."

She took a breath. "We call this 'flattering.'"

I silently looked aside.Hold back, Li Yao, she is trying to annoy you on purpose, hold back.

I look up. "I know. That's not what I meant."

"What do you mean?" Miss Pender narrowed her eyes.It can be seen that her harsh words did not achieve any effect, and I quietly exposed her provocative words. She is not in a good mood at the moment.

But if we don't continue to talk about this issue, she will have to ask who is the Ukiyo-e octopus, why An Ning is an octopus, how we "war" and other things that I can't explain to her for the time being.

"What I mean is," I looked at her, "are you because of me? About learning Chinese."

"Yes." She continued in a soft voice, "I just hope to be able to recognize words and pronunciation, so as not to be fooled by you."

She was obviously saying that I care about "Wanzhuang" and "petroleum".

I solemnly said: "I promise that such a thing will not happen again."

Miss Pender raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

Is this out of breath?

I added, "Now I just feel flattered. What you've done is so sweet, Sonia. I'm touched."

She looked away: "I've only just started learning, and I've only reached the second volume."

"Can I read your book?"

She held up the textbook.Sure enough, the anger subsided, as usual, she would have to tease me for a long time just for such a trivial matter.

It was a yellow book of about sixteen, with a big white elephant painted on the cover.Because there are very complicated decorations on the white elephant, at first I thought it was some kind of Indian children's book.Take a closer look, on the cover is written "Chinese Book for Children 1a" in childish fonts, and there is a line of Chinese characters below:

"Easy Steps to Chinese (Kids Edition)"

I endured it for a long time before I laughed out loud, and asked her with a suffocated breath, "Why did you buy children's textbooks?"

"I thought it would be easier." She put down the book, "I was wrong."

I nodded, "Could you lend it to me next time I'm at your place? I wonder if there's anything I can do to help."

"I think that would be helpful." She looked soft.

I let my guard down.

She changed the subject: "Did I make a grammatical mistake just now?"

"what?"

"You are five years old." She repeated the old story, "Teach me."

I have to say that when Miss Pan De said the words "teach me", she had a special charm.I didn't dare to think about it, and explained seriously: "Well, if you insist on saying that, I think 'you are only five years old' or 'you seem to be only five years old' would be better." I then translated the sentence Cheng English explained again, "But people really rarely say that."

"What do people generally say?"

How can I tell the truth, do I want to popularize science how much we like to verbally, directly or indirectly claim to be the elders of the other party in the language of swearing, and explain the stubborn clan system by the way?This decision cannot be explained, and it will distort the image of Chinese culture in her mind.

I simply said, "You can say, 'You're childish.' It means 'You're childish,' but emotionally more negative."

"'Very' is 'very'?"

"Correct."

"young……"

"Childish." I slowed down.

"Childish." Miss Pan De imitated it well, and asked again, "Is it the 'oil' of 'oil'?"

"No no, that word..."

How do you say "Yangping"?Literally translated as "second tone"?

I managed to make clear gestures, and then began to explain the meaning of the word: "'young' means young..."

I found that I was very bad at teaching Chinese.

Very, very bad at it.

People from the Sino-Tibetan language family and her Indo-European language family live in two worlds.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Miss Pender finally agreed to take off her name tag of Curious Baby—I only discovered today that she still has a side of Curious Baby.On the contrary, her spirit is better than when the video call was first made, but I am exhausted, and the little work on the computer can only be saved for tomorrow.

I asked, "Anything else?"

Miss Pender shook her head.

"Then come here today?"

Miss Pender responded lightly.

I looked at her and smiled: "You hang up."

She stopped talking, glanced at the camera, and stared at something at the bottom of the screen with gusto.

I asked: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

I laughed again and said, "Then hang up."

Miss Pan De slightly raised one eyebrow: "Why don't you hang up first?"

"I don't want to hang up." I said.

I'm sorry to say that.Fortunately, this expression doesn't seem too boring in English, I hope she doesn't catch any other meanings.

Miss Pender was silent for a little while, then said: "But we all have to work tomorrow."

"you're right."

"Then, shall I hang up first?" She looked at me.

"Okay." I stood up and glanced at my computer, "I hope you have a sweet dream."

"I hope you sleep soundly." Miss Pender brushed her hair and lowered her head, "Good night."

"Good night."

Her shadow on the screen disappeared.

I seem to be still in a dream.

I rarely take pictures.

Singapore is a city that is very suitable for lovers of urban scenery. There are always endless sunsets in the evening, which is as beautiful as a romantic movie in the millennium.During the heavy rain, as long as you stay away from the area where the rain falls, even if you observe from a distance, you can see the real and safe pillar between the sky and the earth, which is as real and safe as a tornado.Not to mention lightning, strong winds, and trees that can only be hugged by several people. Everything that belongs to nature is magnified here, and it is close to people, and then preserved as an image.

Occupy the owner's circle of friends, good memories, and life.

They keep them here.

My cell phone photo album is clean, all kinds of reports, materials, and my colorful meeting schedule, and there is only her, her late-night hair, her mangoes, and her always charming eyes.

If we go to Sentosa together, I can leave more images of her here.

The bear's paw is also what I want.

I sat and stared for a while.

If I can get some evidence from the COO as soon as possible, take a step back, even if I can get more information about the group, my mission can basically be explained, and I won’t feel ashamed when I speak to the big boss. Naturally, it will develop naturally.

But once you catch the line of COO...

From the perspective of the company, from the perspective of the founders, it was obvious what I was going to do.People's "Prince" will not be just a straw bag. To gain enough trust, it still needs a long process, intensive foreshadowing, and lurking.

After the establishment of the new company, reshuffling is inevitable. Even if I have the first-mover advantage, I still have to spend a lot of effort to gain a foothold; BCG definitely wants to develop this business into a long-term and stable income. Where can Miss Pender pick so clearly?

This year is not a good time to change jobs. If I don’t consider the position of Green Superman that my boss may offer me, I’m afraid it will be extremely difficult to find a suitable position if I have to interview outside or find someone to recommend internally.

But how long can Green Superman's job be kept?Now I can't get out of the crab shell.

I repeatedly flipped through the pages where An Ning stayed for a long time.

For what purpose did they want this information?

That's all for BCG. Logically speaking, the motivation is too complicated and confusing to say that the recipient of the data is the COO or someone in the group.

There are really not many people in the company who have access to such comprehensive information, and they can be counted on one hand.

The problem is, the "middle finger" is me, and the "index finger" is the COO.In his position, even if he does not directly manage our work, it is a breeze to view any data.

This is the myth that has bothered me the most this week, and it is also a key node that I have been trying to figure out for half a month before and after I decided to hand over the materials.

Some truths have a deeply hidden destiny.I advise myself.

Our family doesn't seem to believe in fate.

I thought of my parents again for no reason, and felt uncomfortable. I went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, and forcibly disturbed my thoughts to spread further.

Standing far away, back to the basics, looking at the situation, I seem to be conquering the city and progressing smoothly, but in fact there is no way to retreat.

It felt as if I was a train, with a single locomotive and a car full of fuel.In the cab, the scene in front of me should be clear at a glance: but the fog outside the window, the consistent and unrecognizable track, is all I can see. Should I believe in the logic that cannot be checked?

Thin drops of water on the glass learn to embrace each other.In the dense night fog, the locomotive rushed out of the sky, the body became lighter and faster, and the speed became faster and faster.In the carriage, the black life belonging to the machinery has been completely burned. I tore through the fog and walked towards the rain and the storm.

The phantasms were all gone now, and the clock ticked peacefully into dusk.Tropical sunset glow engulfs the cloud of smoke, and the track lays straight down to the bottom of the sea.I'm traveling one way.My path was lost, my brakes failed.The train fell into the sea, the steam cooled rapidly, the metal rotted, and it was fish.

Only the shattered front window glass had tears flowing, which could no longer keep out the rain and wind.