I support the female partner to be the male lead

"what?!"

A sharp female voice resounded through the backyard.

The person sitting in the cradle didn't even frown, listening to his mother's earnest persuasion in silence.

"You just want to go to work after being discharged from the hospital? Let me tell you that I don't agree! Look at you now, you have to start tossing before the wound stitches are removed..."

"Mom." Si Yao was so quarreled by the voice that he felt that the wound was starting to hurt again, so he couldn't help interrupting her: "Leave me alone for a while, okay?"

"Okay, just let her be alone for a while, the doctor said to rest more." Si Yeping stood up at the right time to interrupt his wife's plan to make a long speech.

Xue Yulan glanced at her husband and wanted to say something, but Si Yeping had already pushed her out of the yard.

The husband and wife were sitting in the living room, Xue Yulan still felt uneasy, looked at the direction of the backyard, then at her husband, and said worriedly: "Husband, don't you think something is wrong with our daughter since she came back from the hospital?"

Si Yeping shook the newspaper and said disapprovingly, "Anyone who comes back from the gate of hell will be scared, okay?"

"No." Xue Yulan sat next to her husband, took his hand and said in a low voice, "Looking at the way she lost her three souls and seven souls, it doesn't look like she's afraid, but rather..."

"Oh, don't think about it." Si Yeping knew without thinking that his wife's thinking was wrong again, and interrupted his wife before that, "I'm fine now, don't guess wildly, maybe in a few days it will be over." alright."

"I said you..." Xue Yulan was about to scold her extremely conscientious husband when she suddenly heard the sound of someone pushing open the gate of the courtyard outside.

Soon, a young man appeared at the door with a gift in his hand.

"Hello, uncles and aunts." The man stood at the door with a decent smile on his face, his hair was combed meticulously, and he was well dressed like an elite.

"Jiaming is here." Xue Yulan immediately put on a warm smile and invited Pei Jiaming to take a seat.

Pei Jiaming just put his things down and didn't sit down, "Auntie, I just came back from a business trip and I heard that Si Yao had an accident so I came to see her, is it convenient?"

"Convenient and convenient." Xue Yulan nodded with a smile, "She is alone in the yard."

"Then I'll go see her first, so I won't bother my uncle and aunt."

Seeing Pei Jiaming push the door into the backyard, Xue Yulan was in an indescribably happy mood. She turned around and patted her husband on the shoulder, "Husband, I think Jiaming is a really good kid!"

Si Yeping didn't respond: "And then?"

"How about we match up?" Xue Yulan winked, trying to get her husband's support.

Si Yeping just sighed heavily, "Let them develop on their own and become successful. Don't worry so much about young people's affairs."

"I don't care? Do you know that your daughter is 29 this year and will be [-] soon! Don't worry about it, do you want her to die alone?"

Every time the husband and wife talk about this issue, they will break up unhappy.

The two people in the yard didn't know that the elders in the house were talking about them.

Pei Jiaming saw the person sitting in the hanging blue swing at a glance, and she just sat there in a daze so quietly that she didn't know anyone was coming.

He approached and subconsciously looked at Si Yao. She was wearing a thin long skirt, which made her even thinner. The skirt floated in the air with the swing of the cradle.

A piece of gauze was pasted on Si Yao's forehead, her face without makeup softened her aura of being unfriendly, and she looked at the lawn at her feet with a desolate expression.

She doesn't seem to have changed much in peacetime, but Pei Jiaming always feels that something has changed.

"Si Yao." Seeing that she didn't respond, Pei Jiaming had no choice but to call her name.

The person in the cradle raised his eyelids, saw him, regained his usual expression, and said softly, "Why are you here?"

"I came to see you." Pei Jiaming pulled a chair and sat down in front of her. "I heard that you had a car accident. I came back from a business trip before I could go back to the company."

"What's the matter? How did you get hit by a car? And you were discharged from the hospital so soon?"

"The car behind was rear-ended by drunk driving." Si Yao answered lightly, "Several stitches, skin trauma."

Pei Jiaming looked at her, took a closer look, and said, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Even Pei Jiaming could see it, Si Yao's expression was slightly restrained, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his tone regained some warmth, "Why don't you get bumped and try."

"I'm not talking about that." Pei Jiaming thought for a while, and half-jokingly said: "You look like a girl who has lost love, listless."

"..." Si Yao remained silent.

Pei Jiaming was startled, opened his eyes wide and said in horror: "I'm not sure what I said, is it?!"

"..." Under Pei Jiaming's probing eyes, Si Yao sighed in his heart, and said, "No. It's just that the weather is too hot, which makes people annoying."

"Oh, so that's the case, I thought it was something."

Pei Jiaming told her some more about the business trip, but Si Yao was absent-minded, responding to him indifferently.

From the day he woke up in the hospital and saw his parents, Si Yao knew that his fantastic journey was over.

She didn't understand why she clearly violated the confidentiality rules, but came back by accident.

Compared to these, she was more worried about Cang Xuehe's current situation. If she found out that Xiao Youyi was missing, she would be so sad.

"Si Yao, Si Yao?" Pei Jiaming stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her. Si Yao regained his senses and subconsciously grabbed that hand, "What are you doing?"

"You're distracted again." Pei Jiaming was very helpless, "Auntie said you're going to work, let me persuade you to wait until the wound heals before going."

"No."

"why?"

Why?Si Yao is very clear that she urgently needs work to distract her attention. When she calms down, she can't help but think of every detail of her time with Cang Xuehe in another world.

During her coma, she spent the most precious time in her life, but she couldn't tell anyone about it. No one would believe that there is a time-traveling theory in this world, and she was unwilling to tell anyone what was on her mind.

"I remember you can draw?" She changed the subject abruptly.

"Learned, what's wrong?"

"I want you to draw a person for me."

Pei Jiaming, who then helped out, rushed to a nearby shopping mall to buy a sketchbook and painting tools and came back. The two sat together in the yard, talking about something.

Xue Yulan was very relieved to see this scene through the french doors. She rubbed her palms, feeling more and more that her daughter was not in the right state these days because the person she wanted to see did not show up.

"Here, the hair should be longer." Si Yao pointed to the characters in the book and said, "The tails of the eyes should be longer, and the smile should be deeper and more natural."

"..." Listening to Si Yao's meticulous request, Pei Jiaming looked at the gradually clear faces in the sketchbook, and suddenly felt like a painter in a police station who painted portraits of suspects in TV dramas.

However, the obvious difference from the wanted criminal pictures is that the person on the book is a sketch portrait of a girl, young and beautiful, she looks only in her early twenties.

He has no impression of the people in the notebook at all, and he doesn't remember that there is such a person beside Si Yao.

"The drawing is finished." Pei Jiaming tapped the notebook with the back of his hand, looked at Si Yao with a proud face and said, "Like it!"

Si Yao took the sketchbook, carefully looked at the girl in the drawing, and slowly brushed the girl's face with his fingers.

Suddenly, a clear tear fell on the paper.

"..." Pei Jiaming was taken aback by this. He had known Si Yao for several years, and he had never seen Si Yao lose his composure like this.

Although Si Yao just shed tears silently, even without any change in expression, it was enough to make Pei Jiaming feel terrified.

In his impression, Si Yao is always well-dressed at any time, and has a measured attitude towards everything, as if nothing can break her, and there is nothing that can catch her heart .

This is the kind of person who now looks at the girl in the sketchbook and sheds tears.

When Pei Jiaming was hesitating how to comfort her, and was thinking about whether the other party needed his comfort, Si Yao's tears had stopped, she swallowed the rest of her emotions, and returned to normal.

"Thank you." She closed the sketchbook and put it aside, worried that it would accidentally get wet, and even moved the water glass away.

"It's nothing." Pei Jiaming put away the painting tools and asked tentatively, "Who is this girl?"

"It's a very important person to me." Si Yao exhaled slowly, and pulled the corner of his mouth again, "I miss her very much."

"Oh..." Pei Jiaming murmured, "If you really miss her, just give her a call. It's better than holding a picture and looking at it."

Si Yao was silent for a while, and then lightly replied yes.

After entertaining the guests, Si Yao felt a little tired. Seeing this, Pei Jiaming didn't bother her anymore, let her have a good rest and went back.

Si Yao went back to the room, opened the sketchbook again as if torturing himself, and looked at it carefully for a while, until he saw that the person in the drawing would not have any obvious mood swings before closing the notebook.

In fact, the person in the painting only half resembles Cang Xuehe, but this is enough for Si Yao. If she doesn't even have this painting, she doesn't know what she should use to prove that Cang Xuehe is clearly in her memory people.

She washed her face in the bathroom to wash away the tears on her face and wash away those negative emotions at the same time.

When she raised her head again, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Xiao Youyi's face was very similar to hers, except for a tear mole at the end of Si Yao's eyes, the other parts seemed to be carved out of a mold.

It's just that compared to the 29-year-old Si Yao, Xiao Youyi's face hasn't fully opened yet, and Si Yao just slightly frowned, showing an aura of calm and prestige.

Si Yao exhaled lightly, and slowly straightened up, maybe she should cry like those who lost their love, or get drunk to commemorate this relationship.

But now her role in this world is not Xiao Youyi, but Si Yao is herself.

As a mature and independent woman, Si Yao learned to self-regulate her emotions a long time ago. It was only when she saw that face that she thought about day and night today that she couldn't control her emotions and shed tears for a short time.

……

The next day.

"Yaoyao, you really have to go to work..."

Before leaving the house, Xue Yulan was still reluctant to let go, trying to persuade her daughter's tenacious professionalism.

"Yeah." Si Yao nodded, "Mom, I'll go straight back to the apartment after get off work at night, and come back to see you when I'm free."

Xue Yulan was worried, but she knew she couldn't be held back, so she had no choice but to ask her husband to send her to work in person, so she was reluctant to feel relieved.

Si Yeping glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but say, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you go to work a few days later, as long as Dad helps you talk to your uncle, your uncle told you two days ago You don't have to be in such a hurry to go to work after you recover."

"Dad, I'm fine, don't worry." Si Yao looked down at the phone, she was in touch with colleagues in the new company.

Si Yeping knew that it was useless to say it, so he stopped talking, and the car drove all the way downstairs to the company.

He watched Si Yao open the door and get out of the car, the heels of his shoes hit the concrete floor with a muffled sound, Si Yao's posture was straight, and his steps were calm and elegant in the high heels.

Seeing this scene, Si Yeping was a little disappointed, her daughter was no longer a child who needed his protection before she knew it.

"President Si!" The HR manager had never met Si Yao before, but after all, with her work experience, she could tell at a glance that she must be the vice president transferred from the headquarters.

"I'm the HR manager who just contacted you. Now I'll take you to the office and familiarize yourself with the company by the way."

"Ok."

Si Yao followed the HR manager upstairs, and after listening to him introduce the company and the department he was about to work in, he had a general idea of ​​the next work plan in his mind.

"Mr. Si, this is your office. If you have any work, you can arrange an internal call for colleagues in the department. If you have any other questions, you can also contact me on WeChat."

Not long after the personnel manager left, Chen Hai, the department manager, came over. Si Yao probably knew about this person. She had been in the company for a long time, but her work ability was average. Otherwise, the headquarters would not have been able to transfer her here.

"Hello, President, it's our first time meeting." Chen Hai was in his early thirties, and he was sleek and sophisticated, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be able to sit in this position with average ability.

He knew that Si Yao was specially sent by the headquarters, so he was very warm to her.

Although one is the head and the other is the deputy, in fact the division of powers is not so clear, for Si Yao it is just a cooperative relationship.

"Hello, Mr. Chen." Si Yao smiled politely at him and said, "Today is my first day at work. I want to know the situation of the department and the names of each colleague, so as to avoid admitting mistakes in the future."

"Okay." Chen Hai nodded, "I'll ask someone to send you a copy of the information of all the colleagues in the department." After he finished speaking, he paused, and then proposed: "Otherwise, I'll take you there directly. We'll get to know each other."

Si Yao thought for a moment, then accepted Chen Hai's subsequent proposal.

The author has something to say: The advantage of being young may be that you can vent your emotions by crying unscrupulously when you are sad ＿(:з"∠)＿

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 piece of dust;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 64 bottles of Hanhan; 5 bottles of a waste turtle; 2 bottles of Chasing North;