Passionate to know

What Qin Ge said was eloquent.

What An Zhi heard was indeed the sound of drums beating in his heart.

"President Qin praised you, your company is full of talents, and I am not short of one."

Qin Ge was not surprised by An Zhi's response. He patiently persuaded: "Mr. An, you don't have to be so humble. Your talent is obvious to all, and I came here with sincerity. If you want, I can open a blank contract. The conditions are up to you."

Although An Zhi didn't understand why Qin Ge was so obsessed with him, the pies that fell from the sky were never free, not to mention that he had no intention of leaving Yujing at all.

"I think, if I tell Song Zhiyang about this, he will probably be willing to give me a blank contract."

"Mr. An means that you don't plan to give me this chance to cooperate?"

An Zhi replied very bluntly: "President Qin, please walk slowly."

Qin Ge was silent for a few seconds, with a smile still on his face, not a forced one, but a confident one with a well-thought-out plan, which made people baffled.

"Mr. An rejected me so firmly, it's nothing more than he still doesn't believe me. In fact, it's "a lot of painstaking" for you to stay here, isn't it?" Qin Ge emphasized those four words.

An Zhi's eye knife immediately pierced Qin Ge's body, as if to penetrate him deeply.Is Fox Tail finally about to leak out?It can be seen that this Qin Ge came prepared, but he didn't know how far he would be investigated, so he smiled coldly and said, "Is it finally time to play the hole card?" Qin Ge shook his head, still putting on a sincere look, But the cunning that flashed in the depths of his eyes was still caught by An Zhi: "I don't mean any disrespect to Mr. An... But, I hope you can understand that we can be in the same boat."

An Zhi's obvious distrust: "I only take my own boat, and I don't want to get on someone else's boat."

Qin Ge took out a pen from his pocket and said, "I'm a businessman, and a businessman only cares about profit. I think there will be room for cooperation between us. Wouldn't it be more powerful if we help each other, and get twice the result with half the effort?"

After finishing speaking, he took the business card handed to An Zhi just now, wrote a line of numbers on the back, put it back in An Zhi's hand, and patted him on the shoulder before leaving: "Mr. Looking forward to your call."

Hearing the sound of Qin Ge's footsteps walking away, An Zhi squeezed the business card in his hand tightly, until it turned into a crumpled paper ball, but he still didn't throw it away.

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In the beginning of autumn, the cool breeze arrives at the first time; the white dew grows at the second time;

Everyone says that autumn is the harvest season, so what does the harvest mean?

Not festive.

After autumn comes winter, a lifeless winter. Therefore, a good harvest is the gift of death to this world.

Waking up in the morning, An Zhi sneezed suddenly.Every year on this day, the weather is so obscure, it looks like if you want to cry or not, and you don't know who to show your sadness to.So An Zhi didn't like this day very much.

In fact, when a person is unwilling to face something, he can treat it as if it does not exist, remove all relevant traces from his life, and just avoid it cleanly.

But there are some things that cannot be escaped.If you want to ask why, An Zhi probably doesn't know herself.

I only know that I can't let go.

Song Zhiyang got up earlier than An Zhi, just after An Zhi finished washing, Song Zhiyang's car stopped downstairs.Today, he was dressed in black, looking solemn, more like a grave sweeper than An Zhi.

Song Zhiyang stretched out his hand and touched Wu Qing in An Zhi's eyes, feeling distressed: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

An Zhi waved his hand: "Fortunately...let's go."

The two got into the car, and the car drove all the way to Xiaodeng Mountain.The mountain road was winding, and An Zhi didn't eat breakfast, and his stomach was overwhelmed.When we got to the middle of the mountain, the car could only stop and follow the small mountain road to find the cemetery.

The wind, frost, rain and snow in the mountains destroyed the two tombstones into a miserable state.There are no photos, and the lettering is very ordinary, but the name is so worn that it cannot be read clearly.It is conceivable that when they were buried here, they were in a hurry and in short supply.

An Zhi directly cleaned up the weeds and cobwebs, and Song Zhiyang hurried up to help when he saw this. The two cleaned up the stains all over their bodies, and barely made the tombstone look cleaner.

Song Zhiyang put the prepared bouquet in front of the tombstone, bowed to the tombstone very seriously, and said: "Uncle, aunt, I am Song Zhiyang, I am sorry to come to see you so late... Don't worry, Anzhi, I will take care of him."

An Zhi listened to Song Zhiyang's words, and stared at the tombstone for a long time, Song Zhiyang didn't bother him, just stood with him like this, suffering from the cold wind, without saying a word, but held An Zhi tightly by hand, Share that little bit of warmth.

"I never met my father, he died when I was born."

An Zhi finally spoke, and his voice was as ethereal as if blown away by the mountain wind.

"Later, I lived with my mother. She was a craftsman, and I learned from her...Later she also went, that is, in high school, and it has been 11 years now..."

An Zhi spoke very briefly and clearly.In just a few sentences, he explained his whole life, but he never told the slightest bit of pain.

He is such a person who never speaks out of his pain, making those who see him feel that he is invincible, but in fact only he himself knows how deep each stab is.

Perhaps the grievances that can be said are not grievances, so An Zhi's grievances cannot be expressed at all.

Song Zhiyang's heart felt as if he was being pinched, his throat was hoarse, "Did you live alone all these years?"

Anzhi's face was full of sadness and joy, "Well, I'm used to it."

All things, get used to it.Whether it is pain or grievance, habit will turn into numbness, and finally into indifference.

Song Zhiyang hugged An Zhi, supported An Zhi's head with his right hand, and pressed his face on his shoulder, a little impatient, a little tender: "I don't want you to get used to it, I think you will cry , can make trouble, can laugh... An Zhi, you will no longer be alone in the future."

An Zhi buried himself on Song Zhiyang's shoulder, although he felt his nose sore, but after all, no tears came out.

I have been sad for too long, and I can't find a reason to cry bitterly. Besides, this is not a good time to vent.

An Zhi patted Song Zhiyang on the back, with indescribable exhaustion in his voice, "Let's go."

Song Zhiyang asked: "Don't you say something to your uncle and aunt?"

An Zhi glanced back at the two tombstones: "They all know what I want to say and what I want to do."

Song Zhiyang nodded, bowed towards the tombstone, and said, "I'll ask someone to renovate it, it's always...not good."

An Zhi's face darkened: "...another day... I'll do it myself."

Song Zhiyang no longer insisted that it was An Zhi's parents.

Back in the car, An Zhi was as exhausted as if he had fought a big battle, spread out on the seat, and his face was a little flushed.Song Zhiyang secretly thought something was wrong, reached out to touch it, and sure enough, he had a fever.

So he started the car immediately: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No... no," An Zhi said weakly, "I just caught a cold last night, I know it."

Song Zhiyang obviously refused to buy it, An Zhi said again: "...go to my house."

"What did you say?" Song Zhiyang thought he heard it wrong.

"Go to my house and take me home."