dance like a butterfly

I often lament how vast China is.

Just like Xi'an, just like the Guanzhong area this time, it was obviously snowing heavily, but the train crossed the Qinba Mountains, but there was no shadow of snow at all.When auspicious snow fell across the land of Sanqin, it only rained lightly in Xiangfan.This winter rain only added to the desolation of this remote city in Northwest Hubei.

The Qinling Mountains, a mountain range that stretches for [-] miles, serves as a climate watershed between the north and the south of the country, and it really puts people in two completely different worlds for a while.

When I arrived in Xiangfan, the enthusiasm of the customers more or less made me forget the chill of winter.Running back and forth between departments, workshops, and restaurants also made me forget for a while the loneliness and sorrow of being alone in a foreign land as a stranger.

The working process, for me, is simple and compact.Although each paper mill has differences in the operating process, it is also inseparable from the same parcel of land.Coupled with the familiarity with my own business, whether it is when adjusting the other party's process when using our company's products, or when discussing the function and mechanism of a certain additive with the other party's technicians, I am also very familiar with it without showing any timidity. .

The work is progressing in an orderly manner. Our company's famous, high-quality and new products, as well as my way of dealing with things without being surprised and eloquent, have left a very good impression on the customers.

What can be done now is to go through the three days steadily as predicted before, take the very convincing report during the probationary period, and use the most attractive figures to meet the head of the supply department.As expected, a long-term supply contract was finally signed with them.

With someone in my heart, the sense of solidity is like a stone falling to the ground.

I admit that I am a very emotional person, so emotional that I am very shallow and naive.Just like that every spring, when I saw the flowers blooming, saw pairs of purple swallows flying in the slanting spring rain, and saw Taohuawu by the small bridge, I would shed tears.Seeing the rain hitting the plantains, seeing the red maple falling, seeing the mighty reed flowers leaving the branches and flying all over the sky, in the past, when I was alone, in a hotel in a foreign country, standing in front of the window in the evening watching the small bridge and flowing water, I also Will burst into tears like an unconscious fool.

Now, when I really embrace a sense of satisfaction, I suddenly understand that it is because I was so empty before!May I ask, which man does not fall in love and which woman does not cherish spring when he becomes an adult?As a singer sang:

If you don't marry Qin and Jin, it will be a waste of spring after spring!

I obediently abide by the regulations that Lao Han made for me.

Call him before and after meals, call him before going to bed, and call him after waking up.

The first time Lao Han received my call, he first asked, did you suffer there, and then asked if it was more difficult, and if it was difficult, come back.

I interrupted him with a smile and said, "How did you become the village chief? Is there such a leisurely village chief as you? Why don't you see that you are so busy handling official duties like others?"

Lao Han smiled and said, "I've been the village chief for several years, don't you know how to deal with these things? I want Xueping, and Zhang Wenqing. What are they doing? They don't just eat food! Ordinary little things , They have formed a tacit understanding, they don’t need to discuss with me, unless it’s something they’re not sure about, and it doesn’t seem to be a big deal recently. For me, you left me and went to Hubei, which is the biggest thing right now.”

On the other end of the phone, Lao Han kept laughing and talking poorly, and I said, "You are not afraid of being heard! Look at your crazy face!"

Although before leaving Hua County this time, Lao Han swore in front of his second sister-in-law, and promised to speak more carefully in the future.But seeing Lao Han talking so presumptuously on the phone now, I still can't help breaking into a cold sweat.

Old Han is too crazy!

It's fine if Lao Han doesn't mention Zhang Wenqing. Whenever he mentions Zhang Wenqing, I feel a little scared.

Thinking of Zhang Wenqing, I couldn't help but think of another person.

Even though this person's name was bouncing up and down in my mind, trying to jump out, I pressed him hard.

Even when I think of him, I will think of all the unforgettable details of the nearly two years I spent with him, and every detail is like a steel thorn, flying over like a meteor, trying to penetrate my heart. Sad after being speechless.

If it wasn't for having Lao Han, I wouldn't feel so guilty towards him.

Thinking that he never showed up after beating Lao Han last time, I couldn't help worrying about him: Will he really divorce Tian Zhenzhen?If he really got divorced, what would happen to him in the future?He will definitely not find another woman to marry, then, will he find his love?

Thinking of not daring to think about it again, I shook my head vigorously.

I didn't dare to call Lao Zuo, and faced the direction of Xi'an, I silently prayed to God in my heart to bless him, and bless him that a good man will be rewarded in the end.

At dinner the next day, I drank some wine with my client and felt a little sleepy.

Without calling Lao Han, he returned to the guest house, leaned against the head of the bed, held the TV remote control in his hand, and was watching the program "Happy Camp" when he fell asleep unconsciously.

A phone call woke me up from my lethargy.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Lao Han.

"Brother, I just drank some wine and fell asleep." I remembered that I hadn't called him yet, so I said to him with a very apologetic smile.

Unexpectedly, Lao Han on the other end of the phone burst into tears.

I woke up suddenly: "Brother, what happened? What's wrong with you?"

Lao Han didn't speak, but kept whimpering and crying.

When Lao Han cried, I was so flustered and confused for a while: what big thing could make Lao Han so sad?

I yelled loudly: "Brother, don't cry, speak quickly if you have something to say, what happened?"

Lao Han still ignored me, as if he had fallen into a piece of sea water that no one could rescue, and he was crying.