[Tuyan] Yimu

The end of the year is approaching, and I still miss my homeland.

He wrote in the notepad, and then drew a horizontal line, as if decisively and resolutely saying goodbye to the nostalgia in the previous sentence.

The content after the horizontal line is nothing more than the progress and task arrangement of various intelligence lines and news channels.His eyes were always burning, focused on the point of contact between the pen tip and the paper, making it appear that he was always thinking.When he narrowed his slender eyes slightly because of his troubled thinking, the groaning/groaning of the thin manuscript paper under the pen tip involuntarily became louder, bearing the mental madness.

If you want to solve the problem of monitoring blind spots in the conference hall, you must have human or technical help...

Can't ask for help.

He slammed hard and stabbed, and the tip of the pen finally pierced the notebook with unsatisfactory paper.

He walked alone on this road.Beyond the reach of fingertips and footsteps, there is no assistance without payment.When he was desperate, he sold his power and humiliation to those who regarded him as a tool to remove roadblocks.Because of this, he is more aware of the principle of social exchange of equal value, and also believes more coldly that there are no people in this world who have escaped from the circle of interests.

Even if such a person existed... it wouldn't be for him.

He put down his pen, got up and walked to the French windows.When evening was approaching, the sun was setting and the setting sun was about to sink, even the sunset glow was exhausted, the light and shadow were dim, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street.

16:47 Paris time.In 13 minutes, this romantic modern city will usher in another ordinary 17th moment in February.There is still a little time until Valentine's Day, but this does not prevent men and women on the street from indulging in their own soft world and embracing each other closely.

It was just an ordinary scene in the deserted street corner and the cold wind.

He was not envious.He himself is a piece of ice and does not need others to warm him.Excessive warmth will make him lose his original shape, so he doesn't pursue that tight hug.Rather than seeing each other every day and being lingering together in every gesture, he prefers platonic lingering.This love is natural.

Mental entanglement.

The farther the distance is, the longer the thoughts are, and the more slender the love thread is; it floats in the air and is almost invisible.

Thousands of miles away, a seven-hour time gap, and a completely independent living space.If you don't want the other party to know, his life, when, where, who he met, and what he did, are all secrets to that person.And there are too many reasons and means for him not to let the other party know.

Painful?

Pain, like the bloody pain of the entangled vines and roots being severed by the two logging saws of "time" and "space".That person might be even worse, he thought, besides suffering with him, that person might even shed tears of anxiety and worry for him.

Are you happy?

happy.

Between each other, you should use the last half of your thoughts to cling to each other's heart, and the feeling of making a bet and refusing to let go makes people happy and fascinating.

He knows how much parting, lovesickness, and nostalgic pain he can bring to the other party just by being in Paris, just as that person also knows how much loneliness and loneliness he has to bear alone when he cannot return to Yanping immediately , closed pain.

The time... is almost here.

He turns on the phone.Like last time, it was an unrecognized foreign number for that person's communication tool.While thinking about how to be different, squinting at the time, he tapped "Send" within a millisecond.

(Happy Chinese New Year - the seeds have been planted, you gave me.)

As if completing another important task, he sighed softly.I tidied up my suit in front of the mirror, and I no longer felt irritable when I looked at the task notebook.

That person was the unconditional helper who showed up because he asked for help.Even if the objective distance exceeds the boundary that any other party can achieve, as long as the entanglement in the spiritual space does not stop, the help of that person's power will outweigh all the benefits obtained from equal transactions.

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Inside my room, the eplaced seeded

You sprinkled a flower seed in my heart

Since when it blooms, Ibarelysee

I don't know when to win, if I don't feel emotionally moved

[Continued]

It was night in Paris, and everything was so quiet.

He was writing under the lamp.Looking at the time, it was already late at night in China.

The New Year's Eve carnival gradually quieted down, calming the turmoil in his heart.

That person must have rested.

He thought about it, paused his pen, and wrote in the upper right corner of the note:

good night.

【Continued 2】

The sound of crackling firecrackers.

The furry head under the quilt tossed and turned a few times, then snorted under the quilt. "...It's so noisy, no one is allowed to sleep on the first day of the new year!" The man seemed to be really angry, he lifted the quilt and jumped out, rolling up his sleeves. "Get up! Accompany me to catch those brats who set off firecrackers! If you don't let you see the King of Firecrackers, you really think you are a monkey!"

Listening to the humming sound at the end of the man's words, he pursed his lips into a half-smile.He lifted the quilt and was about to get up, but his body suddenly became cold.

It was a dream.

When did he fall asleep unconsciously... His fingers brushed over the pillow next to him, and it felt a little rough to the touch.The lounge next to the office is not his apartment, and he doesn't plan to rest here often, so the fabrics used for the sheets and quilts are not very good.

He turned over and saw that the desk lamp was still on, and the hour hand was still at a subtle angle until it was 3 o'clock in the morning.

It's time to work.

The author has something to say:

With such a length, I dare not say that what I wrote is a text... In short, He Wen is not abusive.

#To the girl who always makes me happy

Also to you who love tea rock, happy New Year's Eve.