between heartstrings

Frequent red lights on the way home, Wei Sizhe lightly stepped on the brakes, his expression calm, his left elbow resting on the car window, his thumb across his eyebrows, unconsciously staring at the traffic signs in the distance.

As night fell, the lit neon lights formed a line, and the paper bag placed on the passenger seat was stained with city lights along with him.

Wei Sizhe vaguely remembered that on the day he first arrived at the Hui'an Nursing Home, Dr. Fang once commented on Chu Jiahe like this: "Xiao Chu is a famous person here, don't look at him as a caregiver, if there are any difficult problems, Finding him will definitely solve the problem, and his colleagues all admire him, and his prestige is higher than that of the leaders in the courtyard."

"The dean intentionally promoted him to be the 'Nursing Supervisor' many times. He didn't want to see him work so hard. He wanted him to be a small leader, responsible for training the nurses in the nursing home." When talking about Chu Jiahe, Dr. Fang kept smiling. Minus, "As a result, Xiao Chu refused again and again with the same reason, saying that he is not an office material at all."

"These days, with a good salary, I sit in the office with the air conditioner blowing on it every day. If I have the chance, I might even get a job title. Once and for all, that would be great."

"Of course, it's Xiao Chu's freedom to choose." Dr. Fang handed the agreement to Wei Sizhe, "Actually, what I want to say is that Mr. Wei will be taken care of by Xiao Chu, that would be the best."

The barrier lever was raised, and the Porsche slowly drove into the Yuhua Community and parked in the ground parking space in front of Building No. 101.Unit [-], [-] households, the fingerprint lock beeped, and the thick metal door opened. Wei Sizhe stopped at the entrance to change his shoes, and then put the paper bag on the dining table.

The semi-open kitchen is empty, the stove is covered with a thin layer of gray, the walls are pure white, the furniture is in cool colors, and the decoration is simple and clear at a glance.

When he used to take care of Wei Qiao, Wei Sizhe would cook with fire, but now he is the only one at home, so he simply puts all the pots in the kitchen cabinet, and eats all three meals at the company.

I didn't look at my phone all afternoon, and the screen displayed 17 unread messages.Pushing open the door of the study, Wei Sizhe turned on one of the Apple computers. As soon as he connected to the Internet, new emails jumped to the desktop.

Hongsheng Securities developed two financial products the year before last, and Wei Sizhe conducted a detailed risk analysis and income evaluation on them based on market conditions.The other party adopted his suggestion, and after revising the listing, the profit value was [-]% higher than predicted, and Hongsheng's boss Qi Qian began to harass Wei Sizhe endlessly.

Impressively written on the mail: surnamed Wei!Is it not enough sincerity for me to throw money at you with tens of thousands of dollars?Can you justify me?

Wei Sizhe's left eye flicked, and he copied his mobile phone to swipe the screen. The 17 messages were all SMS reminders from the bank. In half a day, his card had increased by 17.

"Ding", here comes another one, 18.Wei Sizhe: "..."

"My ancestor!" When the phone was connected, Wei Sizhe heard Qi Qian roar, "Why do you have no news at the end of the week? It's as if the world has evaporated. It's really hard to ask you out!"

Holding the mobile phone in his left hand, Wei Sizhe moved the mouse to click on the investment value report of another financial product, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qi Qian didn't go around in circles, and said directly: "Si Zhe, come to Hongsheng, with you here, I can rest easy for the rest of my life."

Wei Sizhe was also straightforward: "No."

"You are really not suitable to be in Lao He's team. You are obviously the best at making decisions." Qi Qian said angrily, "You are overqualified and useless. You should have been the leader of the team."

Wei Sizhe didn't even bother to talk this time, he turned on the speakerphone and put the phone aside, focusing on his work.

"Hello? Si Zhe? Don't ignore me." Qi Qian sighed long, with a regretful voice, "Okay, I won't force you, let's get down to business. At the end of next month, I will hold an For a charity salon, you basically know the people you invite, so you can always reward me with this face, right?"

Wei Sizhe is not a cold person, he looks reserved on the surface, but he is actually very emotional in his bones.He had his own unavoidable reasons for rejecting Qi Qian's kindness. He would most likely agree to requests from old friends: "The specific time has been set and wechat me."

After finalizing the most important thing, Qi Qian asked with concern: "How is your father? Is your heart feeling better?"

"It's okay." Wei Sizhe said while typing on the keyboard without looking away from the computer.

"The old man is a teacher, he is very good at talking, if you hurt you, just listen." Qi Qian said, "I really regret that when my father beat me and scolded me when he was alive, I avoided him and didn't return for several days Home. No one cares about me now, my skin is itchy all day long, hey, I keep thinking about him recently."

Qi Qian muttered a lot to himself, Wei Sizhe went in his left ear and went out in his right ear, just listening without interjecting, he came back to his senses after reading the report and said "hmm", then picked up the phone again and moved his fingers to hold Qi Qian All the 18 transferred by Qian Qian was refunded.

Qi Qian said angrily: "What are you doing, you have helped me so much, you deserve it!"

"Too few, I don't like it." Wei Sizhe joked, "My bottom line is at least 80, and there is no upper limit."

Qi Qian: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Sizhe continued to work, reviewed several project proposals, and gave an online class to the students who were taking the postgraduate entrance examination. Five hours passed in a flash, and the house was completely dark except for the computer in front of him.

He turned on the light, rubbed his temples and sat back in his original position. The time was displayed in the lower right corner of the screen, 23:56. He felt hungry in his stomach, but he didn't want to eat takeaway. The standard supper is usually black tea and chocolate bread.

Closing his eyes and listening to some pure music, Wei Sizhe turned off the computer and walked towards the living room. The kraft paper bag on the dining table made him slightly stunned, and then he remembered that someone had already prepared supper for him.Before his hand touched the lunch box, Wei Sizhe had already begun to savor the taste of pumpkin soup.

As if opening a bag for a surprise, the first thing Wei Sizhe took out was a small bag of peach cakes, each piece was carefully preserved in a sealed bag for his convenience.

Then he took out the lunch box, paused for a while, Wei Sizhe stared at the post-it note stuck on the lid of the box, and suddenly smiled.Chu Jiahe's handwriting is elegant, with subtle strokes and neat strokes.

-There is lily in the soup, remember to put it in the refrigerator overnight.

Pour the soup into a porcelain bowl and put it in the microwave, Wei Sizhe stared at the warm yellow light in front of him, a little distracted.Wei Sizhe couldn't say what was so special about Chu Jiahe, maybe it was because he was doing his best to take care of Wei Qiao, which would increase his favorability, or maybe it was because of his thoughtfulness, just like what Doctor Fang said , no one dislikes Chu Jiahe.

The light cluster went out and the microwave oven was turned on. Wei Sizhe's hand was scalded by the side of the bowl, and the tip of his heart felt hot.Taking it to the dining table through a paper towel, I soaked a piece of peach cake in the soup, tasted it slowly, and tasted it carefully, and my stomach gradually became comfortable. The meaning never dissipated.

After supper, Wei Sizhe was about to throw the empty disposable lunch box into the trash can, Wei Sizhe paused for a second, tore off the post-it note, and stuck it on the refrigerator door instead.

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