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"Lao Meng, your sister is in Future Pioneering City now, hurry over there! Hey, don't believe me, you'll know when you go!"

On the first working day back to Yizhou, Yu Hanguang got up early in the morning and was drooling over the fried egg sausage made by Wei Bo amidst the smell of fat in the room.As a result, before the chopsticks could be held firmly, the phone vibrated.

Wei Li, like a mentally defeated and troubled spy, explained everything on the phone—Meng Tanli locked himself in the [My name is Jing Jing] meditation room in Future Venture City, and there was no movement for a whole night.

Returning without success last night, this matter has been hanging in his heart, so he made a decisive decision and immediately called Meng Ai.

When he and Wei Bo drove to Future Pioneering City, Meng Ai stood at the door of [My name is Jingjing], clenching his fist lightly and beating on the door.Wei Li, who was standing next to him, was full of anxiety and kept staring at the phone.

In recent years, white-collar workers in office buildings have a lot of work pressure, and there are many people fishing in the water during working hours. Yu Hanguang originally thought that this shared meditation room would soon be cold, but he did not expect the project to be successful.

I haven't seen you for a year. The [My name is Jing Jing] meditation room in Future Pioneering City has more than doubled in size.Occasionally, a few migrant workers who went downstairs to relax were ready to scan the code to enter, but when they approached, they were disappointed to find that all the rooms in the meditation room were locked.

"Old Meng," Yu Hanguang stepped forward to greet Meng Ai, then turned to Wei Li and said, "Don't call, there is no signal inside."

Seeing Wei Bo, Meng Ai was very surprised, but couldn't care less about asking why.He nodded to the two of them, then continued to knock on the door, and said softly: "Tanli, I'm brother, can you open the door, please? Tell brother if you have anything."

【My name is Jingjing】At this moment, the room is as its name suggests, very quiet.

Only the smart lock screen at the door keeps reminding: [You have been in the room for more than 12 hours, please pay attention to safety. 】

Yu Hanguang pulled Meng Ai aside, and said in a low voice, "If you care about it, you will be in chaos. Your sister has made it clear that she is autistic and doesn't want to see anyone."

"Meng Tanli has been in China all year, and you don't know anything about it?" He asked again.

Meng Ai has not yet recovered from such a large amount of information, so he put his hands on his hips helplessly: "You told me about this."

"Although Tan Li was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, our family holds him in our hands, but he is very sensible and his academic performance has always been good. Otherwise, how could he get a doctorate?" Meng Ai shook his head while talking, "...I don't understand. "

It's not just Meng Ai who doesn't understand.

Among the people Yu Hanguang knew, there was probably no one who was more reincarnated than Meng Tanli.

Because he had been an intern in his own department, Yu Hanguang had seen a few handbags she was carrying casually, each of which was worth three months of his salary.

Every time he thinks of the boss's own sister, he always feels that life is nothing more than "one fate, two luck and three Fengshui" - born in such a family, some fashion bloggers have painstakingly posted shoes and bags on social networks. You can buy it with a credit card at your fingertips. If you want to go to the glacier, watch the desert, taste red wine and eat sliced ​​ham, you can also book a flight ticket and hotel without saying a word.

Money brought her fancy clothes and gourmet food, a good education and a broad horizon.

Money gives her confidence.

And because she doesn't need to struggle in school and society like ordinary girls, she has almost pure wit and cunning.

"Mr. Meng," Wei Li said, "Before Tan Li went abroad, did he experience any kind of stimulation at home? For example, having trouble with his parents..."

Meng Ai slammed on the door just now, and his fingers and elbows went numb. He moved his wrist, tilted his head and thought for a moment: "No. She is the highest-ranking person in our family. It's too late for parents to spoil her. She Our family is very happy to apply for a doctorate."

Wei Li stuffed her phone into the pocket of her jeans: "She applied for a Ph. Look out of her way."

"It was only later that she confessed to me that she had dropped out of school."

Meng Ai narrowed her eyes, showing an expression of disbelief: "Suspended school? You mean she lied to us to study abroad, and then quietly returned home?"

Wei Li replaced the answer with silence.

There is a professor and a senior engineer in Yu Hanguang's family, which can be regarded as being deeply influenced by the academic world.He wanted to ease Meng Ai's shock, so he said, "It's normal to suspend a doctor's degree. Not everyone is suitable for academics. Think about Lao Qin, didn't Lao Qin retire at the beginning, and he still worked very well in the company .”

Then he asked Wei Li again: "Meng Tanli has been living on the mountain since he returned to China? For the master... for the Yuanshan Zen Temple?"

Wei Li still didn't say a word.

Yu Hanguang sighed softly in his heart, it is not easy for a young girl who is well-clothed and well-fed to suddenly have to do it herself.Where I live, I have to fetch water from the well myself. In winter, I think there is no air conditioning.

Wei Bo had a tacit understanding with him, and said: "It's hard for her."

When several people were silent, the door of the meditation room was opened a tiny gap.

The darkness engulfed the faces of the people in the room, only Qing Lingling's words floated out through the crack of the door: "Lili, come in."

"Tanli, I'm my brother..." Meng Ai held the door open.

Without any precaution, the crack in the door suddenly disappeared.

Wei Li took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code again: "President Meng, don't worry, I will bring Tanli out."

Wei Li heard Meng Tanli talk about the beauty of "My name is Jingjing" a long time ago, but because of his busy work, he didn't pay attention to it, and this is the first time he has entered Fangcuntiandi.

She saw that although the sparrow in the room was small and well-equipped, Meng Tanli dragged a sleeping bag over, and she shouldn't treat her badly, so she felt at ease.

I just don’t know if Meng Tanli has eaten – she is already extremely thin, with a body of less than eighty catties, she looks like a piece of blank space in an ink painting, only the slightly scattered braid on the back, like splashed ink , can brush out some sense of presence.

The faint light sprinkled on the table, and the scent of flowers floated.

"Well...it smells so good." Wei Li sniffed his nose in enjoyment, trying his best to liven up the atmosphere, "I really want to take it home."

Meng Tanli didn't wear a loose monk's robe, but accidentally wore the same Yuluo skirt as Wei Li; at this moment, kneeling on the futon, he still looked like an outsider.She rested her chin and looked at the roses and lilies on the table—the quiet room was dark, but they couldn't stop them from blooming, taking over the charm.

Like a fantasy dream in the dark.

"Have you heard that saying? Flowers have no worries about food and clothing in their lives, but they lack sunshine and love. (1)" Her voice was very soft.

The cut root veins are kept in glass bottles, and tiny air bubbles are still gathered at the wound.No matter what kind of nutrient or liquid fertilizer is poured in, it is impossible to grow, bloom, and wither naturally.

What if I take it home?

Like Cinderella wearing crystal slippers, no matter how amazing the dance hall is, when the time comes, there are only ruthless trash cans waiting for them.

Under the faint halo of the scented candle, Meng Tanlisu faced the sky without any waves in his eyes.

Wei Li used his skills as a headhunter to persuade candidates, and gently held her hand: "Tanli, if you suspend school, you will suspend it. At worst, we won't be able to go. Is reading omnipotent? By the way, don't you know how to design? The paintings are also very good. I will help you promote the design company. I will not watch the future Red Dot Awards without you."

"If you don't want to go to work, I'll contact MCN for you. You can become a beauty blogger or a fashion blogger. None of the bloggers on the Internet have more beauty business than you..." she continued.

Meng Tanli sniffed the fragrance of flowers, and in Wei Li's soft and moist palm, the circles of his eyes were sore: "I can't seem to be good at anything except creating a little bit of useless beauty."

Speaking of the last word "not good", her voice was trembling.

If a person always encounters good things in this life, it is not a good thing - as time goes by, his character will not be so brave.

She obviously likes drawing and designing, and she can make colors and lines come alive on paper with her talent alone, but she wanted to make her parents happy, so she followed her parents' wishes and studied business.

After graduating, she wanted to work in a different direction, become a designer, or set up her own clothing brand, but she couldn't bear to see the disappointed eyes of her parents and brother, so she applied for a Ph.D.

Others will only envy her happiness and success.Only you understand how powerless you are when fatigue, anxiety and fear fall on your head.

She is a daughter from a rich family, the jewel in the palm of her parents, the top student in the school, and the person who is "best at reincarnation" in the eyes of everyone.

But she is not herself.

But others will never know that this kind of "smoothness" in life is obtained by her torture of the body-in the first year of undergraduate, in order to catch up with the progress of her studies, in order to deal with the numbers, curves, and letters that made her dizzy Validity, sampling surveys...Forcing yourself to hang on your shoulders - if you don't understand, you can't learn, so you don't eat as a severe punishment.

She comforted herself, anyway, there is a lack of food abroad, and fish and chips are not to my liking at all.

Soon she found that she had lost her normal desire. After going to the hospital, she got the word [anorexia] in the medical record.

At first, I just couldn't eat and didn't want to eat, but later, I vomited three mouthfuls after one mouthful.

But it is still necessary to whitewash the peace with feigned happiness and superficial intelligence.

Otherwise, if you tear off this glamorous skin, who the hell knows what's hidden inside?

"Don't worry, who am I, the co-founder of the famous headhunting company GHG." Wei Li patted his chest exaggeratedly, "Tan Li, I have paved the way for you as a fashion blogger."

Meng Tanli carefully pulled out his hand, straightening out the messed up skirt.

The Yuluo skirt is hand-sewn by a well-known garment maker by the Jade Lake. The pattern on it is complicated, and it is an aesthetic that has been passed down from the Jiangnan area.

In her eyes, it was inexplicably sad.

Wei Li's career is booming, but he can only hide in undisturbed and unknown temples, so that he can enjoy the sound of chanting sutras in the morning, the noisy cicadas in the woods at noon, and the smell of burnt wood in the evening , a little escape from the reality of a pool of mud, and seize the fleeting peace.

Fashion blogger?

Now that my body and mind are broken, it's almost as good as a lost blogger.

"Oh, look, it's so beautiful!" In order to make her happy, Wei Li pointed at the vase and pretended to exclaim.

The buds of the rootless lily in the vase were originally tightly packed, but now they expand silently and enthusiastically, like a shocking silent film.

The foxtail-like petals seem to say, please look at me, my heart is open for you.

Flowers know people's minds.

In such a lost life, she regards Wei Li as the only flower waterer.

Even if—

Even if she has no response and will never answer, she is willing to accept her fate and is willing to give her enthusiasm unconditionally.

"What's the use of being beautiful? It can't be blown by the wind or the rain, and it will wither overnight." Meng Tanli stroked his arm, which was whiter than flower petals, and felt the throbbing blood vessels in the fossa of his elbow.

"I do not like."

The life of a cherished flower.The life of a distorted flower.

Wei Li suddenly said, "Tanli, when did you leave school and return to China?"

Meng Tanli raised his head and cast away his puzzled eyes: "Don't you know that it has been more than a year since I came back at the beginning of last year."

"Well, it's almost the hardest time for GHG."

She and Chi Lan had no business for more than half a year, and there were very few replies to the emails they sent, and the calls to introduce themselves were always hung up.

They once thought of disbanding GHG; then they each brought their resumes, wore disliked and inappropriate professional suits again, and went to the talent market to accept high or low judgments and invisible job discrimination.

But no matter how many grievances and difficulties there have been, no matter how big the waves are, thinking about it now, there is no regret, only a little regret.

More, it is full of tender nostalgia.

Maybe in a few years, they will even fade away and become ripples sinking into the bottom of my heart.

"But it was also at that time that I decided to continue working at GHG," Wei Li's brown pupils flickered in the dark room accompanied by scented candles, confiding in his heart that no one has known for a long time, "because I still like this job very much. .”

Not without self-doubt during those crumbling moments of toil and poverty.

But it was the countless tormenting moments that made her understand something.

She continued: "Actually, over the past year or so, I have learned two truths. One is to see life clearly from people and things you don't like. The second, and more important——"

"From the people and things you like, to love life."

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(1) From Zhou Guoping's "Love and Loneliness".

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Brothers and sisters of the Meng family have a bumpy road to love