[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Xin Qiji followed behind Luo Te, with steady steps and steady breathing.

They were going to attend a four-enterprise joint meeting, which was common for people in the Finance Bureau, but it was Xin Qiji's first time after all.

Internship here now, it seems that everything has been painted with new colors again.

For the first time, he recognized the weakness and stunted political structure of Jiangyin City, and the impact of Liu Xi's capital drainage from outside the province and abroad on the town in the past seven years.

These things are the accumulated products of various events in another time and space.

It seems inappropriate to compare this set of theories or development status to the Song Dynasty.

Jiangyin and Linguo's political structure are like a premature baby, without the long-term adjustment brought by time, and relying on the nutrient solution that everyone tries to push in, it is growing slowly and hard.

But economically, too many people in this town have too many stories.

——For example, how Zhao Qingyu's parents started from scratch, and how they became leaders in the industry in the province. Xin Qiji, who had read all the relevant information, was stunned.

He remembered that this friend was usually foolish and unreliable, and it was difficult to overlap this identity with the heir of the Yishi Group in the article.

Luo Te coughed lightly, and everyone was in awe.

On the other side of the door of the conference room, a group of people were slowly advancing.

They are leaders from various companies and chambers of commerce, and there are several familiar figures.

Xin Qiji stood behind the people with his notebook and documents in his arms, quietly observing the familiar figure.

He used to be a secretary in Liu Xi's office for several months. Not only did he contact most of the middle-level political officials, he also received and recorded petitioners from various industries.

These memories are constantly overlapping with the photos of each person in the file, and trying to match up with those in front of him again.

Some people put on weight slightly, while others seem to be much older.

Different from the head of state's office, in front of this conference hall, people maintained a distant and polite attitude.

You know, some of these people, in Xin Qiji's memory as a secretary, were either overly enthusiastic, or looked like mourning dogs with mournful faces.

A few people stopped to exchange greetings with Luo Te, but most of them just nodded politely, and then strode into their seats.

Luo Tuo seemed to be waiting for someone, he led his men to look around the door for a while, and after realizing that Liu Xun couldn't come due to something, he led them into the conference room.

It is quiet and orderly here, and no one even needs to preside over discipline.

When they sat down, Xin Qiji realized that several eyes were staring at him.

Is it because of this that he didn't cut off the bun that was a symbol of the ancients?

Or did they realize that they used to be Yoo Si's intern secretary?

Xin Qiji hesitated for a few seconds, and looked slightly at the one with the most playful gaze.

——Zhao Qingyu raised the corners of her mouth, and when she looked at him, there was a bit of ruffian in her smile.

He was no longer the young man when we first met. Now his suit was straight and his tie was well fitted, and even his face was stained with the vigor of a young man.

Xin Qiji returned his gaze indifferently, opened his notebook and began to record the content of the meeting.

"The first one is about Jingzi Chemical's opening of a fertilizer factory in the Changzhou sub-industrial zone," Luo Te signaled Cai Yuxiao to get up and speak: "Although we allow multiple products related to agriculture to be sold outside, the price first needs to be approved. The second is to temporarily not allow the circulation of overly active species.”

Cai Yuxiao, as the director of the Bureau of Agriculture, stood up and began to explain the relationship between policy and market regulation following the content of the PPT.

After listening to him, Luo Te, as the moderator of the meeting, began to explain the impact of this policy on multiple industries.

"But it will directly affect the connection between the production chain and the sales chain," a woman on the left said coldly: "Do you think your financial institution can completely control the outflow of species?"

Potatoes and corn have already begun to spread uncontrollably.

"If we can mass-produce plant seeds and sell them externally, we can reap greater economic benefits."

She stood up slowly, her voice calm and unquestionable.

When Xin Qiji looked at her, he was slightly surprised.

The person who spoke was Hu Pingyu from Jingzi Chemical.

He had read this woman's profile for a long time.

45 years old, no marriage and children, and the president of Jingzi Chemical.

The difference from the people in Jiangyin City is that she is a businessman from other provinces who came to meet friends. She was trapped in this different time and space together with Jiangyin people. She united several small companies to re-develop the chemical industry in Linguo, and continued to harvest more. With high management authority, he eventually became the top manager of the entire Jingzi Chemical Industry.

She has exquisite makeup, cool eyebrows and eyes, and the red and white jewels on the ear side of her neck exude a texture of luster.

Such a state of life was unimaginable for people in Song and Jin Dynasties.

In the concept of life thousands of years ago, when a woman enters middle age and old age, she should be more suitable for the role of a "good wife and loving mother".

And an independent, calm and powerful person like her, if she lives in any city in the Song Dynasty, is very likely to become an outlier that everyone will try to obliterate.

Luo Te obviously thought that she would say this, and said with a headache: "But if the population of Song State is allowed to grow to a more terrifying scale, we will face more complicated defense pressure, do you understand?"

"Potatoes, corn, and rice with improved genes will allow Song's population to expand wildly. If we fight against Song in the future, our defensive pressure will be even more difficult-even if there is a Tesla electric circle for all-round defense, we will not be able to." Guarantee that they will not start a marathon battle." Luo Te is now also wearing a uniform that represents the official rank, looking at her firmly: "I understand the financial and technical support of Jingzi Industry in the agricultural park, but please start from more Think about things from a long-term perspective.”

"First of all, since it is necessary to link trade with national defense, let's talk about national defense." Hu Pingyu laughed back: "Have you calculated the threshold of the number of people the Song army attacked the city?"

Luo Tuo was stunned for a moment, realizing that his data reserves were insufficient.

The woman took the information handed over by the secretary with a familiar and calm tone: "This is a very simple math problem."

The outer perimeter of the city, combined with the long-range distance of the opponent's strike, and the maximum number of soldiers that can stand in each square meter of land, can calculate their threshold for the limit of the number of people attacking the city.

People who exceed this threshold have no high-altitude strike ability, so they can only stand on the outer edge and wait for a substitute.

She directly reported a few values, and obviously had grasped the initiative of this controversy, she only raised her eyes and asked: "So, if we expand the export of grain seeds, where will the pressure on national defense be reflected-or is this idea , just came up with the brains of the people in your financial house?"

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

Luo Te raised her hand to signal her to pause, and responded gently: "We can discuss what you said, and I have already ordered the secretary to connect to Director Qian's video call."

Hu Pingyu nodded lightly, signaling that a new conversation could be started.

Qian Fan appeared on the screen and said with a serious expression: "I have listened to your analysis, and this issue must be discussed clearly today - that is, how large can we allow the population of Song Kingdom to grow, and related linkages Influence."

"This matter can be controlled." Zhao Qingyu said lightly: "The export of antibiotics by Yishi Pharmaceutical is enough to further affect the survival rate of the population of Song Dynasty."

The young man got up slowly, stood in a triangle with Hu Pingyu and Qian Fan, and said calmly: "We can use remote sensing technology combined with thermal sensing technology to detect the general population of Song State, and in the follow-up comprehensive cooperation process, we can also Further establish a sufficiently mature information network in the Song Dynasty to control the scope of infectious diseases."

"Yishi Pharmaceutical should also participate in your exchange." He looked at Hu Pingyu without any timidity: "If Jingzi Chemical intends to expand the scale of industrial development in Song Dynasty, then Yishi is inevitable. Will follow up."

There is no reason for your family to dominate.

"First of all, I want to remind you two that the anti-monopoly law is still under surveillance," Luo Te said slowly, "and at present, until the end of the Jin-Song War, your biggest orders will only be from the Song government. ——If the imperial court of the Song Dynasty and private sole proprietors and nobles want to participate in the transaction, our court will also conduct species monitoring and collect tariffs.”

Hu Pingyu chuckled, and said unhurriedly: "The Linliang Enterprise is now our joint venture, and your government can also take a cut from it. The tariff should be gentler."

As Qian Fan began to release some decryptable content, and publicly discussed the butterfly effect of establishing a food processing industry and planting industry in the Song Dynasty, Zhao Qingyu linked the computer to the second display and began to calculate the relevant population simulation data for them in public .

A meeting lasted five hours. At the beginning, only the Big Four participated in the discussion. As the results gradually became clear, more and more participants participated in the discussion.

By the time Luo Tuo announced the end of the meeting, Xin Qiji had written more than ten pages of notes, and felt his back was full of sweat.

Only then did he understand how far it was to leave high school and enter the Senate.

Although the meeting was over, there were still a small number of people who refused to leave, and still gathered around arguing about various topics, which gave him time to make final arrangements and conclusions.

They were discussing things related to Song and Jin, and with an uncomfortable condescending attitude, they were discussing how to tighten the population of the other two countries, and how to increase the comprehensive output value of Song and increase per capita consumption capacity. Squeeze more export profits.

All this sounds as if under the double pressure of capital and technology, many macroscopic things can be controlled.

And it seems that's the case too.

Xin Qiji sorted out the charts and words in the loose-leaf book, feeling hungry and uncomfortable.

He's been a little overworked this afternoon...

If only a Linguo person came to this time and space, I am afraid there would not be such a terrifying effect.

But now what Song Jin is facing... is the entire neighboring country, and it is a neighboring country that has survived and is growing irreversibly.

After another half an hour, people had the intention to leave.

According to the instructions of the seniors, they had to send off the last batch of people with Chief Luo, and stay for another internal meeting.

Some fellow interns began to secretly eat sugar to replenish their strength, and they did not forget to stuff Xin Qiji with two mint flavored ones.

Hu Pingyu brought his subordinates and President Zhang of Shengyue Metal to greet him with a smile, and was about to leave.

When she walked from the conference seat to the door, the flat shoes didn't make any sound, but there was a tension going out.

Luo Te was instructing how to sort out the data and write it into a document to send to Head of State Liu, and said goodbye to her casually.

Hu Pingyu didn't respond to his words, but he paused and took a leisurely look at Xin Qiji who was standing on the other side.

Her eyes were not aggressive, but she only looked up from the bottom, like a businessman looking at a delicate item.

"Mr. Hu." Luo Te's voice was cold: "This is not someone you can touch."

She withdrew her gaze and asked in confirmation, "Can't?"

"En." Luo Te meaningfully met her eyes: "There is someone to protect."

"Okay." She raised a smile and said softly, "It's a pity."

-

Yun Qi did not expect that Liu Xi would come to Song to look for her.

Although she has not obtained any official position similar to the county lady, she has more freedom than Jin Guo.

Not only Zhao Gou, but others are also a little bit overwhelmed by her appearance——

After all, sometimes, whether a person is good-looking or not has nothing to do with facial features.

If you have enough superb technology, even if you only have simple makeup tools, you can modify the eyebrow shape and the shadow contours everywhere, so as to fully show the flirtatious or pure side.

And more importantly, it is the performance of various temperament and gestures.

This kind of thing obviously takes time to learn, but for a person who only took two years to get an undergraduate degree from Shidu University, as long as he puts his heart into it, it is not difficult.

After Yun Qi fled back to the Song Dynasty, she did not change her name and surname, and continued to use the name Yun Qi to continue her life.

Zhao Gou was sympathetic to her various difficulties, and originally wanted to take her into the palace, but was rejected politely, and he gave her a rather good house in Lin'an City, and an official position made in Shaoxing.

She is not only a Song State official who participated in the Lin Song Industrial Plan, but also one of the managers of the Song State joint venture.

And people are gradually accepting the existence of this person—although there are many rumors, the benefits she brings to businessmen and officials are far more than these rumors that I don't know whether they are true or not.

Liu Xi has always wanted to talk to this woman since he learned about Long Hui's past.

But he was never ready.

Yun Qi is several years older than him, and sometimes age can indeed widen the gap in experience and cognitive ability.

Besides...he didn't know how to deal with this matter.

If we talk about victims, all the aborigines in the entire adjacent country are victims.

For his own self-interest, Long Hui directly caused the existence of the entire Jiangyin City to be shattered and reorganized into a different time and space due to the energy effect of the short-circuit amplification. Liu Xi's own existence in another time and space was completely wiped out. If I don’t go back, I’m just a reconstructed person now—although it’s a bit creepy to say so, it’s true.

What compensation can she get?

How can she let go of these things?

But the longer Yunqi stayed abroad, the more uneasy he became.

"Then let's have a chat." She was wearing a four-color embroidered robe, the gardenia corolla on her head exuded the fragrance, and she smiled calmly and softly: "Prince Liu came to see me specially, why this time?"

Hu Fei took the detector and walked around the house twice to make sure that no one had placed a monitor, and gestured to Liu Xun.

Liu Xi signaled his subordinates to go out and wait, and only poured a cup of tea for her and himself.

"Let's talk first, how much do you know?"

Yun Qi frowned, realizing that something was wrong: "What are you talking about."

"Zeta has been found." Liu Xi said slowly: "But we have no possibility of going back."

The woman's face paled a lot.

She didn't show any surprise, but such expression management may be related to her experience in the past ten years.

Liu Xi patiently waited for her to organize her thoughts and words, and slowly drank a cup of tea.

"You've found out everything, haven't you?" She said softly, "That's why you came to me?"

Not for anything in commerce and industry, but for contextual karma.

"Yun Qi," Liu Xi put down the teacup, took a deep breath for a moment before continuing, "What do you really want?"

He wasn't sure whether he should ask her like this, but at least he should have contact with her so that he could judge what would happen in the future more clearly.

As an amateur psychological helper, he has accompanied Li Luan for many years, and he knows how painful it is for people with severe psychological trauma, world outlook or important beliefs to completely collapse.

But now, his primary identity is the head of the neighboring country, and he wants to guard this hard-earned country and everyone in this country.

"Liu Xi." Yun Qi's tone became cold, showing a sense of chasing guests: "If there is nothing else, I don't want to talk anymore."

"No, I think there are some things, even if you are avoiding, we should find out-if you let yourself act indiscriminately, no one will know the consequences."

Liu Xi accentuated his tone, but he was worried about the guards outside the room and the knife under his desk.

He didn't want her to die, and he didn't want any accidents to happen to him.

"Yunqi, let's not talk about the past, just look at the present." He leaned forward slightly, stared into her eyes and said, "The fact is, whether you have revenge or not, you will live in pain. changing things."

Liu Xi grew up in the business circle and knows how disgusting the dark side of the exchange of benefits is.

Even if Li Luan just witnessed all this, he directly collapsed his faith in his parents, living in endless self-blame and suppressed memories.

As a witness to all this, Yun Qi's own revenge is actually meaningless.

Even if she used the cruelest means to kill the living Long Hui several times, yelled at him all the questions in her heart, pressed him in the mud and let him suffocate and struggle, but after all these were over, she would not be relieved .

The truth is, some traumas are permanent and irreversible.

Moreover, this kind of trauma will continue to sink into the depths of the subconscious, affecting various instinctive reactions, and taking root in dreams and behaviors.

Life is not fun, and revenge and lust can't solve the problem.

For some people, to be able to survive, to live until the next day, and to continue their life with scars all over their bodies, has already given all their strength.

"If I remember correctly," Yun Qi smiled slightly: "There is a girl named Li under your command."

"What a coincidence," she rubbed the blue pattern on the teacup with her fingertips, and said softly, "the one I killed before was also surnamed Li."

"There is also a person surnamed Long, do you want to kill them together?" Liu Xi asked back: "Or if you kill the entire Linguo, will you feel at ease?"

Yun Qi held the teacup, knuckles turned white with force: "What do you want to do? Be that living Bodhisattva who helps the world, and persuade me to turn around?"

She put down the teacup abruptly, with a smile still on her face, but her eyes were already red with uncontrollable tears: "Liu Xi, you have never experienced everything I have experienced, so you have no right to tell me what to do. .”

"You live in a family where your parents are healthy, you don't die, you don't betray yourself, you don't have to court others, and you don't have to think about how to restore your name—your name that has been completely erased!"

"Liu Xi, you are a high-ranking head of state. Even your name means indulgence and comfort. No matter how much pressure you have, you will not tremble and fear when you hear a certain word or syllable. Relying on drugs for years to get sleep!"

"You have never experienced such a desperate and dark 16-year-old, how can you demand me with morality and law?!"

She didn't realize that she had tears streaming down her cheeks, and her voice was hoarse, but she supported the table with her hands, as if she was holding on and refused to fall, she just gritted her teeth and said, "Liu Xi, you live in the light." In my clean memory, you are a spectator, and you will never understand me."

Liu Zi looked at her steadfastly, but tears also flowed from his eyes.

"Yunqi." He trembled when he spoke: "Empathy is not a good thing."

He sat upright, obviously trying to control himself.

"I have never chosen to be the head of a country, nor have I chosen to sacrifice all my time, energy or even my feelings to help the life and death of people in a country."

He never thought that he would say these words to a strange woman who had never met twice.

His voice was cold and hoarse, with a depression that didn't match his age.

"From the age of 24 to the present, every year and every day, I have been living for Linguo."

"I can step down, and I can hand over my power and assets to those who covet me at any time."

"However, I always knew what the consequences would be."

He is so intelligent, so he naturally has the ability to retreat completely, and has the capital to protect himself.

But his empathy is constantly telling him what kind of tomorrow other people will have, and how they will struggle and suffer for that tomorrow.

"My empathy is like a noose that binds my neck to the tens of thousands of people waiting to be led."

When Liu Xi was crying, just like her, he also had a smile in his eyes: "Even if I just understand everything with you from the perspective of a spectator, I will feel the real pain and despair, and I will also feel the pain and despair in the eyes of you." Thinking about your situation late at night and everything - this empathy binds me to this position and is the only reason I came to see you today."

He works day and night to make thousands of people live happier.

Also use today's tears to answer all her questions.

Tears cannot represent cowardice and incompetence, but they are enough to illustrate the pain that people feel.

Yun Qi took a deep breath for a moment, sat back on his seat, closed his eyes and wiped away the tears on his face, and sighed, "So?"

This is unresolved.

"It's impossible for me to go back to Jiangyin—and it's impossible to go back to Yangzhou City," she said softly, "Anything related to Longhui will make me tremble subconsciously, which you can't influence."

A person who has experienced a car accident may subconsciously want to cry when he hears the horn.

In the past ten years, she has been dealing with the layout in one breath, but lost to a sudden change.

After this change, the whole person is just like a ghost, killing anyone can't change anything.

"No, Yunqi," Liu Xi took a deep breath, "I didn't come to ask you to do anything for me."

"I'm asking you to start living for yourself from today on."

His voice was hoarse because of emotion, but he had used all his strength.

"If you want to fight, fight. If you want to escape the world, let go."

"I'm begging you, stop torturing yourself, and live for yourself."

To accept your obsessions, your memories, your physical and inner wounds.

Stop being dominated by subconscious repression and fear, and stop being a puppet of dark memories.

Yun Qi was silent for a few seconds, then slowly stood up: "Liu Xi, I can understand what you said."

"I've got a degree in psychology and I know all my problems."

She pushed the chair back into the table without making a sound.

"The human soul is condensed by all the memories that are alive."

"Some things, if you can't do it, you just can't do it."

She turned to leave, paused before opening the door, and let out a long sigh.

"Liu Xi, the light and warmth in you are actually two extremes from mine."

"We are destined to be different people, and we cannot have the same ending."

-

Xin Qiji has completely become a new Yangzhou native.

He doesn't have to study day and night for credits, and under the care of diplomats, he doesn't have to go back to Song Dynasty to listen to others.

He has... the freedom that is still not clear in cognition.

Now he has obtained the permanent ID of Linguo, and he can choose any profession he likes—as long as he is qualified and can pass the examination, he can take the job, and he can also take any major he likes for research.

Whether he wants to be a politician, wants to be a doctor, wants to leave Linguo to go anywhere, wants to keep his hair in a bun or shave his head, all are things he can choose.

In the past three or four years, he has been constantly changed into a new person by brand new memories.

Possess a more solid scientific literacy, a broader and more open cognition, and a firmer political will.

He wants more people to have a better life like himself.

In today's seven days a week, six days are spent in the Finance Institute, and the working hours change back and forth between nine and twelve hours.

But due to years of self-control, he has become accustomed to sleeping four to six hours a day, and he can't sleep in the dark like Qingyu and Liu Xi.

What is not used to is that due to his confirmed identity and his officially certified intern status, he got his own one-bedroom in the apartment.

It has an independent kitchen and bathroom, good lighting and comfortable beds, and lives downstairs in Liu Xun's - the original tenant went to the next building to pick a vacant two-bedroom house because of his promotion.

But this is his first time living alone.

Momo was also brought to a new residence because he had to be taken care of. Sometimes Liu Xi would come over to tease the cat after get off work.

But it wasn't until this time that Xin Qiji realized something.

In the past three or four years... His life seems to have been too close to Liu Xun.

When he was in a car accident and needed to recuperate, he lived in the apartment upstairs.

Later, he left Yangzhou and went to Lin'an. In order to prepare for the Jiangyin Middle School, he also lived in the apartment upstairs when he came to focus on training and answering questions every month.

During the two years in Jiangyin, he either lived with Liu Xi, or took care of the house and the cat for Liu Xi by himself, and occasionally cooked his favorite soup when he saw him go home.

So when he came here for an internship this time, he subconsciously didn't bring too much luggage, thinking that he would continue to live in the room where Qingyu used to stay.

Xin Qiji sat by the glass window with the cat in his arms, looking at the tall buildings of the Senate, and what he thought of was Pavlov's dog.

In Pavlov's conditioned reflex training, the formation of habits can control a person.

He has been completely used to living in a place where there are traces of Liu Xi's life.

Or it can be said that in the past five years, he has completely gotten used to Liu Xi's presence in his life.

Now living alone in this strange room, although it will not affect study and sleep, I always feel that something is missing.

At least I knew in my heart that that person would not come back to this home, and even if he did come, he would just come to tease the cat as a guest.

It was precisely because of this unexpected turn of events that he always thought of Liu Xi.

Now whether it is making plans, participating in meetings, or eating, the chances of seeing him are less and less.

But I think of him more and more.

It has to be admitted that the charm of a person can sometimes have nothing to do with appearance and gender.

Liu Xun's attitude towards the world, his ability to display in different fields, his long-term vision when planning things, and his willful and uninhibited conversation, all have far more attractiveness than his face.

Looking good is capital, and living an interesting and powerful life is capital.

Xin Qiji tapped his head lightly, realizing that he was distracted again, he lay down on the table and sighed.

It's really... a problem.

Since the time when I was admitted to Jiangyin Middle School, I have been distracted many times because of this person.

And now when making beautiful documents or reports, there is an urge to show him things.

Now that he is able to lead the report submitted to the high-level, sometimes he has the urge to sign his own name instead of the department name-if he will see this document, he can know that it is a data analysis written by himself.

I am becoming a good person like you.

Did you see that.

Momo is used to sleeping next to his arm, working overtime and studying with him day and night.

Although the Siamese cat doesn't eat much, it has become a longer cat now, lying flat enough to occupy a large piece of the desk.

The tip of its nose and ears had darkened a lot, and its bright blue eyes were like two jewels.

Xin Qiji realized that it was rubbing against him, got up slowly and scratched its ears, and decided to wash his hands and make snacks.

He had an urge to find some reason to see him.

You can't ask about work and study. This kind of thing can be solved independently now.

Then send some supper or something.

Xin Qiji was not sure at all, since he was just an intern now, he might not even be able to enter the fourth floor of the Senate House, whether he would be looked at more by that person.

He knew that Liu Xi was friendly and tolerant to everyone, even if coffee was thrown all over his face by an unreasonable businessman, he would not fight back aggressively——

He lives too transparently, so he can put himself in anyone's shoes and understand anyone's feelings, which is sometimes not a good thing.

If I make you something to eat, will it bother you?

There was only one orange floor lamp turned on in the room.

Liu Xi likes to eat cakes with a slightly bitter taste, and he always has cocoa powder in his kitchen.

Other cooking tools... are also things that I subconsciously bought after the first month of internship.

Liu Xi's apartment in Yangzhou was furnished very simply, and Xin Qiji gradually became familiar with many tools and raw materials after he lived in Jiangyin.

Creme brulee, black forest cake, and a Longjing iced tea.

It seems that this combination is a bit strange, but iced tea can relieve tiredness, so it should be possible.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Xin Qiji was stunned for a moment, ignoring the cocoa powder and flour rubbed on his face and elbows, he went to open the door with his wrist.

Due to his level, his room was not equipped with a fingerprint lock.

"Going to have supper—I just finished my work," Liu Xi looked at the white flour on his cheeks, blinked and said, "What are you doing secretly behind my back?"

"I'm-uh." Xin Qiji was suddenly speechless.

He couldn't open his mouth and said, I want to find a reason to meet you, so I'm making you some snacks.

Mo Mo came over very familiarly, and jumped directly into Liu Xi's arms.

"It's getting heavy again, this snack." Liu Xi smiled, hugged the cat, and kissed the tip of its nose: "I can smell the aroma of the cake—are you going to let me in for a cup of tea?"

Xin Qiji took two awkward steps back, just enough for him to see the cake and iced tea on the small dining table ready to be put into the lunch box.

Liu Xi saw the lunch box at a glance, but his smile deepened, without revealing anything.

"I... I was worried that you would stay all night again tonight," Xin Qiji said helplessly, "It just so happens that you are here, do you want to have a taste?"

When Liu Xi sat down, he washed his cheeks and arms, and sat opposite him.

The cat jumped over again, threw itself into his arms, and rubbed the tip of its nose against his face.

Liu Xi on the opposite side was eating slowly, but his own brain seemed to be blank and he could not speak.

It has been two or three weeks since we saw each other, why does he seem a little nervous.

"I've read the plan you wrote, and it's very mature." Liu Xi took a sip of tea and asked slowly, "Did you refer to more than a dozen articles written by seniors? You didn't make a single novice mistake."

"I can do better." Xin Qiji said subconsciously: "I have always wanted to thank you - in the past few years, you have given me, taught me, and countless things that have influenced me... I've changed a lot."

"Huh?" Liu Zi lowered his eyes and smiled, "How can I thank you?"