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I put down the spoon, wiped my mouth carefully, and took a sip of water.

An Ning was not in a hurry to continue, she glanced at me and didn't speak, just fiddled with the food on the plate.

She really ate the guts of a leopard.

I said, "The big boss lives there. It seems to be in Beiwan, and it's built facing the sea."

She picked up the cup: "Wow! Have you been there?"

I shake my head.I followed the car to the door once, but I was in a hurry at that time. After taking the documents, the big boss asked the driver to drive. I didn't even find the time to praise his beautiful house.

This rumor really strikes me as absurd.Sentosa is neither big nor small, and the villa area is only a part of it, and most of the people are concentrated in the entertainment facilities.I only left the villa area at night yesterday, how come I didn't see him when I met him?

An Ning didn't ask any more questions, but said, "It doesn't seem to be where I live."

I couldn't help laughing: "Are they going to Universal Studios together?"

An Ning was stunned, and then smiled: "You're right. They didn't do anything, maybe they were just relatively close—maybe they misidentified the wrong person, the big boss is not particularly conspicuous, but Jocelyn Admitting mistakes is still a bit difficult.”

I shook my head: "So you can't believe rumors."

I paid the bill for dinner.

On the way back to the company, An Ning hesitated to thank her for cooking noodles for her.Naturally, I could understand her implication. It was a thank you in name, but it was actually an apology.Her words are also tactful, otherwise, in my mind, I would definitely feel that she has other plans.

But I still didn't answer.The change in tranquility made me...

I can't help but wonder if I am actually such a person.

In the evening, very few people stayed in the department to work overtime. Today, apart from Xiao Chen and his friends, it was only Lao Huang and me.If we get off work after nine o'clock, there will be some hidden benefits, and young colleagues who are single and have no hobbies like to stay later.

Lao Huang called his sister-in-law to report in front of me.Judging from his expression, my sister-in-law should have been slightly dissatisfied, but after saying my name, Lao Huang's expression changed again.

He handed me the phone with a smile, and I could feel his success through the mask.

"Hello, Li Yao?" The sister-in-law's friendly voice came from the other end of the phone, "Have you finished your fish soup?"

"Drink it, drink it, I drank it all night, it smells so good." I laughed, "Where are the kids playing games?"

She sighed softly: "Yeah, we were supposed to play together today. By the way, don't be too busy, if you get off work late, you can ask Huang Xiuwen to accompany you, you know? "

I answered.

What a good person she is, I suddenly remembered the gossip that An Ning had heard earlier.

If my sister-in-law knew that people in the company talked about me like this, would she tell Lao Huang to stay away from me, or would she keep me away silently?

There is a strange peace in my heart.

There is no evidence for this kind of stability, and if I want to find clues, in the end, it is only my feeling that is involved: even a suspicious person like me always has great luck and gets the care of others.

And those who care about me will definitely not think of harming me.

Boss, sister-in-law, Lao Huang and his wife...

And Miss Pender.

I collected myself and said, "Brother may be busy again during this time, sister-in-law will have to work hard for a while."

She laughed: "Hey, when is it not hard? You are the one who really needs to take care of your body, do you know? Well, give the phone to Huang Xiuwen."

"Hey." I nodded subconsciously while holding the phone, and handed the phone over.

It can be seen that Lao Huang has been trained.

At this moment, there are only two of us left in the department's office.The lights were turned on narrowly, and the glass reflected the silhouette of the still-dormant city center.

The computer was spread out in front of us. Lao Huang and I dragged a chair from a nearby workstation and sat at a corner of the table.Lao Huang is holding the mouse, but the cursor on the screen has not moved for a long time, and I don't know what he is thinking seriously.

Finally, Lao Huang asked: "Why are we discussing this? You decided to be an entrepreneur?"

"Very funny. No.1 joke I heard today." I said.

He turned his head, eyes like a dead fish.

"I thought of a strategy." I stopped joking, "I can't tell you the details yet... But the company is likely to be successfully preserved—as for how long it can be preserved, half a year or until we become the tears of the times, that's all. Check out this plan."

Lao Huang looked serious: "What are 'tears of the times'?"

I took a breath.This has nothing to do with the point I expected him to capture, but I recalled it and explained: "It should be a Japanese saying, maybe a line in an anime or TV series. Simply put, it was yesterday yellow flower."

"What is 'yesterday's yellow flowers'?" His brows were furrowed even tighter, like a lingering mist.

I talked myself out of it for a second or two.It was my fault that I shouldn't have said convenience and metaphors in a context he couldn't understand.

"Do you know Su Shi? 'A Thousand Miles of Beauty'?" I asked.

When he heard that line of the poem, his bewildered expression suddenly found something to rely on, and he nodded repeatedly.

I thought about it for a while.It is difficult to explain poetry. When I first talked about the topic of my hometown, I had the opportunity to talk to Miss Pan De about what is called "desire for a thousand miles". When I get along with each other every day, I owe a lot of debts unknowingly.

There is no other creditor in the world who makes me linger more than her.

"'Don't hurry to leave when you come. When you leave, the flowers will thank you and the butterflies will be annoyed.' He wrote a poem, and there is such a sentence in it." I barely managed to come up with an explanation.

"His poems are really bad," Lao Huang said.

I rolled my eyes: "Are you still listening?"

"I am listening!"

"The sentence 'butterfly is troubled', if translated directly, should be, 'the chrysanthemum is delayed until tomorrow, and the butterfly will also be sad.' Later, people summed up the idiom 'tomorrow's yellow flower', that is, 'the chrysanthemum after the Double Ninth Festival', It means 'outdated things'." After I finished speaking, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and I was a little surprised at the level of my explanation.

But Lao Huang didn't buy it at all, and said seriously: "What you just said was yesterday's flower, and it was still yellow."

I persuaded myself for another two or three seconds, and then said, "I was wrong."

"I don't think you want to explain to me."

"No." I immediately denied, "I was wrong, really."

Lao Huang didn't find a single flaw in my face.He was still dubious, but he finally turned his attention from the details of the wording in the right direction and asked: "So, you mean, under some influence, the company was released from this trouble-and this plan is for Let similar troubles not happen again?"

"Yes. But it's more like a possibility, I mean whether the company can get 'some influence'," I blinked, "That's why, at present, only the two of us have the right to know about the plan. personal."

Lao Huang's eyes changed: "You mean only the two of us can do this job."

I lowered my eyes and couldn't help laughing.He was too quick-witted to be around in circles in such matters.

I said, "Actually, I may have to delegate carte blanche to you for the details and the finer points of implementation."

Old Huang stopped talking.

I also remained silent at the side, hesitating how to plead with him, should I be moved with emotion or with reason?Over the years, we have gathered more than once to complain about the company's system, dislike some outdated corporate cultures, and express our disgust for the policy of parallel technology and management posts.If he is not so busy at present, it should not be difficult to convince Lao Huang.

If we weren't so busy, I wouldn't bother him with this matter.

Time is running out, and I really can't get away.

He went through my early morning wild thoughts, whether cautious or loose, and finally, letting go of the mouse, crossed his arms and thought for a few minutes, and said, "Okay. I will do the details, but a lot of discussion I’m afraid it’s unavoidable, and you have to spare some time.”

I looked at him: "You are the most supportive straight man in the world."

He looked at me with disgust on his face: "Honestly speaking, your statement just now can't be regarded as a compliment at all."

He was right.

I emphasized: "It would be a little weird without the 'straight'. At least to other people."

"After you came out, really, Yao, you became..." He hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "very 'straight'."

"I didn't come out, you opened the door. And there is no such description in this world."

"If you talk too much, you will have it. For example, the yellow flowers you just mentioned and the tears of the times. Of course, 'very straight' can also be regarded as a description." He then talked about the composition of slang and southern Fujian for 3 minutes. utterly off topic, such as the importance of Chinese to Singaporean English, and finally said, "And I stayed at the company in order to be able to help."

I nodded, "But thank you from the bottom of my heart. In particular, you didn't mention a single word about why I wanted to do this and some other things I might be asked about, which was really thoughtful. Out of My respect, I promise I will explain it to you in detail in the future, and then you can have a good time.”

Lao Huang shrugged: "Who made me the most supportive man in the world?"

But as soon as the words fell, we both had weird expressions on our faces.Old Huang paused, and then said: "You are right, it should be called a 'straight man'."

I glanced at him, folded my arms and smiled: "I'm glad you opened my cabinet door, Xiuwen. Really."

He pretended to be deep, and sighed: "Who made me the most supportive straight man in the world?"