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In March, the company's stock price fell below $150 per share.Instead of rushing to sell the stocks that had reached the lifting period, I invested most of the cash I held in the stock market.

Ms. Pan De's opinion on our company's stock price is opposite to mine - after all, she is one of the behind-the-scenes sniper wars, and the dispute between positions is understandable - she is short, I am long, neither can convince the other.

Seeking common ground while reserving differences, you can't hurt peace for money, right?

Besides, my shareholding situation will also be included in the annual report.I really want to reduce holdings and there are still a lot of procedures to go. I am a long-term one, so I naturally maintain a tit-for-tat confrontation with her based on wisdom and dignity.

Last year, Miss Pender's income was very limited, at least not twice as much as mine.I thus gained a certain subtlety of courage in the negotiation, ignoring objective facts, and asked her to move out of her penthouse and come live with me.

Miss Pan De refused very simply: "My home is close to both you and my company."

So I turned to ask to choose a house with a suitable location, and the excuse was even more high-sounding: I said that I wanted to have the experience of viewing houses with her and imagining future life.

This reason moved her for 2 minutes, but soon, Miss Pande realized the problem of vacant houses and convinced me in turn.It is difficult to find a suitable tenant for her house. Even if someone is interested, I am reluctant to hand over the house under such meticulous care to outsiders.

After comforting myself with "an extra passive income", "her home is my home" and "I can work overtime at the company overnight after a quarrel", I reluctantly put my house up with the rental agency and officially moved in. He went to Miss Pender's house and lived with her.

Miss Pande generously gave up her cloakroom and shared the study with me, but I was expressly prohibited from working overtime after twelve o'clock in the evening.

Lao Huang and a group of colleagues have all gone to Green Superman now, and the new partners have not been replenished in time, and there are unfamiliar affairs in Europe that need to be familiarized with as soon as possible. My dilemma.

But at night, when I share the bed with her, have a good sleep, and when I open my eyes, she is the first thing I see, and I can't say anything about my protest.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

By the way, the perfect refrigerator was moved here at my urging.In the living room of our house, there is such a big appliance standing out of nowhere, its eye-catching degree can be compared with the red dancing dress in the glass cabinet.

And they're all the same waste: a perfect refrigerator is usually only used for drinking water.

When I returned to my bedroom from a video conference on Friday, I was taken aback.Miss Pender put on her new seaweed mask and read "Spots on the Wall" in bed.

Lately I've gotten used to her occasionally less-than-sexy, mundane side, and my focus isn't on her messy hair, hideously colored face mask, or childish look slumped on the bed.

I am looking at the wall.

Not spots on the wall--there are no spots on the wall, just a pair of Miss Pender's legs.

Yes, her two legs were so straight and parallel to the ground against the wall, as if she was measuring something with her legs.This picture is too - too - too easy to arouse human empathy, I feel pain just looking at it, and she can even read a book with a cross!

Miss Pender saw me coming in, said hello, and put the book aside.She still maintains that posture.

I sat by the bed, hesitated for a while, and said, "Does it hurt? Your leg."

"Not at all." Miss Pender shook her head, "It's very comfortable."

I took a breath.

I decided not to discuss this with year-round dancers other than to say, "I always thought you insisted on putting the bed against the wall because of habit. You know, some people feel that sleeping like this makes them feel safer."

"Do you want to sleep on the outside?" Miss Pender tilted her head upside down. "I like to stretch my ligaments like this. It's very convenient, and I can read a book at the same time. But I can also do stretching on the ground to have the same effect. We can move the bed to the middle so both of us can sleep on the outside - if you want."

"It's okay." I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Miss Pender opened her eyes, looked at me, and suddenly began to laugh.She immediately pressed her cheek, but with an unbearable smile, she stumbled and said, "Yao, your mouth..."

I picked up my phone to take a picture, and said dumbly: "The quality of your mask is too bad!"

I looked like a kid who just ate a whole package of Oreos and didn't know anything was wrong.

"It has nothing to do with quality." She still forced herself not to laugh.

According to Ms. Pande, if you make too much expression when applying the mask, you will easily get wrinkles.I thought it was a complete pseudo-concept, but couldn't convince her: if I made her laugh at this point, she would even get angry.

For the sake of family harmony, I immediately got up and went to the bathroom to wash my mouth.

Miss Pender always wakes up earlier than I do on Saturdays.After getting up today, she didn't practice basic skills, and we each dressed up—she asked me to hide in the study after I got dressed—then met in the living room with a sense of ritual, and started a full day of dating.

Ms. Pan De and I went to eat Hainanese chicken rice at SCC. After the meal, we had afternoon tea in the club.

A year has passed, and at that time, I probably would not have imagined that the casual agreement back then would one day come true.

I met and knew her, we cling to each other, relying on a little bit of luck, human courage, human determination, and human love.

There is no god in this world.

But I have each other with her.

"You're right, the scenery is great." I looked away from the window, sipped my black tea, and said, "The light is also very good, but it may be more suitable for business meetings or general gatherings."

She folded her arms: "Are you not satisfied with the date I chose?"

"No, of course not." I said immediately, "Dating is about the person, not the place. Your honor is already an honor to me."

Miss Pender gave me a sideways look, and only asked, "What kind of place do you like?"

"Where you are." I gave a perfect answer.

She was clearly dissatisfied with the perfect score: "I'm serious. A high-altitude restaurant? Maybe something closer to nature?"

Seeing her so serious, I pondered for a moment: "Or go to an exhibition together? Museums and other places that can bring topics and provide spiritual satisfaction."

Miss Pan De seemed to feel the same, and smiled: "We only went to the museum last week. This is a cultural desert, and we are confined here..."

"Honestly, I'm not so repulsed by 'grounding' itself." I looked at her, "If navigation becomes safe, you and I will no longer be able to sleep in the same bed every day. We will wake up in strange places, Hurry up every weekend - and it's usually Friday night to get back to Singapore. The exhaustion of the commute would prevent us from dating, and I really enjoy dating you."

She squinted her eyes, and she couldn't hide the pride in her expression: "At least dating makes you better at expressing your emotions. I also like the idea that you like dating me."

I laughed: "So, you like going out with me?"

Miss Pender raised her eyebrows.

I smiled with my head down.There is no need for her confession or petition, the answer is self-evident.

There is nothing more comforting in the world than someone who connects with you.

"If you don't think about people suffering from disease and economic development being hindered," I asked, "what would you prefer, people keep their distance, or restore the old communication?"

Miss Pande thought for a while: "I still prefer a safe world."

I nodded.

"We can go to various places together, expand the boundaries of life, and taste delicious food... I also want to show you my parents." She shrugged, "People work and live normally, of course, for us For example, maybe less time to meet and more time to be apart. But I still think that short separation is meaningful, we put our energy into our careers, and see a small field get rewarded because of our efforts It’s really rewarding to improve a little bit. I mean, that’s why we go to work, isn’t it?”

I blinked: "I work mainly because I need to earn money."

Miss Pender held her forehead and smiled happily.

"Speaking of which," she raised her eyelashes, "the last time we dined here, you lied to me that 'Wanzhuang' is pronounced as 'oil'."

I pursed my lips and looked at her sincerely: "I really shouldn't have done that."

She shook her head lightly: "You have already apologized to me for this. I mean, you mentioned a poet at that time..."

"Oh!" I patted my forehead, "Wang Zhihuan. He is from the Tang Dynasty and worked in a small town of Langfang. His poems that have been handed down to this day are familiar to native Chinese speakers, but the famous works have the same theme Langfang has nothing to do."

Miss Pan De smiled, her eyes flicked past me: "For example?"

I can't help her to look at it like this, and I couldn't make excuses, so I recited it to her immediately, and translated it intermittently: "He wrote a poem, er, "Go to the Bird Watching Tower", 'The sun disappeared in the mountains. At the moment, the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see [-] kilometers away at a glance, then go up one more level.'”

Miss Pande pursed her lips: "Are you sure that building is called 'Bird Watching Building'?"

I gestured: "That's a kind of bird... I don't know what 'stork bird' means—that's not important, what matters is the content of the poem, especially the last line. It's really famous and full of profound meaning."

She looked at me and said slowly, "You mean, the meaning is 'if you want to see [-] kilometers away at a glance'?"

I took a breath: "It's really not as bad as my translation."

Miss Pande looked at me for a while, and finally said: "I'd better learn Chinese."

"I can translate better!" I was not convinced, "You let me try again..."

"I think it would be faster for me to learn the original text by myself than that."

"An ancient poem is hard! You let me try again, 'The setting sun is swallowed by the mountains, and the Yellow River melts in the sea...'"

"It's not the first two sentences, my dear. You know I love you, but 'five hundred kilometers at a glance' is really—"

"That's a virtual finger! A virtual finger! And it's actually 'one thousand miles', the quantifier thousand is in Chinese..."

Our argument continued until sunset, Miss Pender bathed in golden light, and we were silhouetted side by side on the sidewalk.

The sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

Love will last to every tomorrow.

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