Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

At the end of the corridor outside the study door, a window was opened.

Xia Liang stood by the window, looking at the dark night outside the window, smoking a cigarette silently.

Zhou Shuo stood a few steps behind him, looking at his back worriedly.

Although he didn't know what Song Yan said to him, he was so angry that he even found the baseball bat from his student days, but he knew that Xia Liang must be very conflicted now.

In the past, every time he encountered a difficult problem in business, Xia Liang would stand by the window and smoke silently until he came up with a solution.

But Xia Lin is his own younger brother, not the kind of client that can be won by negotiation in the business field, so Xia Liang feels annoyed in his heart like never before. After a while, Xia Lin opened the door of the study and came behind Xia Liang , and called out in a low voice: "Brother."

Xia Liang looked back at him: "How are you thinking?"

"Don't let Song Yan kneel down. He is the eldest son of the Song family after all. Let him kneel at our house for one night. If it gets out, I'm afraid it will attract criticism." Xia Lin paused, "I'll talk to Song Yan After that, let him go back to City D tomorrow morning."

Xia Liang raised one eyebrow, obviously dissatisfied with such an answer: "That's it?"

"That's it." Xia Lin said, "I won't be with him, and I don't need him to be responsible or make up for me, I don't care."

He paused, then continued: "But now the Xia family is in a critical period of industrial transformation. Although I don't know much about the family's business, I can tell from Dad's few words that he attaches great importance to the strategy with the Song family this time. I don't want the personal grievances between me and Song Yan to affect the vision of cooperation between the two families."

Xia Liang looked at him for a long time, then patted him on the shoulder with a heavy heart: "Xiao Lin, when you grow up, you also know how to think about the future of the whole family. I feel very uncomfortable."

"Brother, I am not compromising." Xia Lin smiled, "I remember you told me when I was a child, a person's luck or misfortune depends mainly on whether his heart is strong or not. The same setbacks, for people with weak hearts , may be a mountain that can crush him, but for a person with a strong heart, it is just a hurdle that can be passed by raising his legs. I prefer to regard it as a hurdle. As long as you don’t care about it, you will not would feel wronged."

Xia Liang nodded gratifiedly: "You have really grown up. If you can think like this, I am relieved. The matter between you and Song Yan... If you think it is appropriate to handle it this way, then let's handle it like this. I will not interfere again. Interference. But I still want to remind you, we are a family, I am your brother, you have to learn to trust your relatives, especially when you find that there is a hurdle ahead that you cannot overcome anyway, you must remember to ask Ask your loved ones for help. Remember?"

Xia Lin smiled and nodded: "I remember, brother."

Xia Liang turned to Zhou Shuo and said, "Go and deliver a quilt to Song Yan, let him sleep in the study tonight, and let him go early tomorrow morning."

Song Yan's pleading guilty this time is actually of no use to him, but on the long road of chasing his wife, there is another hurdle from his elder brother Xia Liang.

But after sleeping in the Xia family's study for one night, Song Yan seemed to have figured something out, politely expressed his gratitude to the Xia family early the next morning, and left without delay.

After that, Xia Lin entered into a hot exam week. After taking the exam intermittently for two weeks, he finally ushered in this year's summer vacation.

He had been thinking about what Ke Mei had mentioned to him about the Zhicun trainee. On the afternoon of the last subject, he went to the affiliated hospital to discuss with Ke Mei.

"Hey, it's about time." Ke Mei smiled and asked him to sit down in the duty room, and handed him an application form: "If you are going with me as a non-staff trainee, please fill out this form." Once approved, we can set off."

Xia Lin took the form and glanced at it, his eyes stopped for a moment on the column of the place name - Zilin Village.

He has an impression of this village. In his last life, when he graduated from senior year, he participated in a graduation trip organized by his classmates. At that time, they went to several places, and one of the trips was to Zilin Village to see the mountain waterfall.

He still remembered that they had some unpleasant episodes when they were in Zilin Village, but they all came back without any risk.

Now that so many years have passed, he can't remember all the details of that incident at that time, but he is deeply impressed by the name Zilin Village.

Now that he has relived his life, his fate trajectory is completely different from the previous life, but he never thought that he would go to the same place again at the same time.

Fate is something that is really unpredictable sometimes.

Ke Mei saw that he was lost in thought while looking at the form, and asked aloud, "What's the matter, is there any problem?"

"Oh, no." Xia Lin came back to his senses and concealed himself, "No problem, but... the name Zilin Village is quite interesting."

"Really." Ke Mei took a deep look at Xia Lin, and changed the subject abruptly: "Have you fallen in love recently?"

Xia Lin looked up at Ke Mei in surprise: "Why do you ask such a question suddenly?

I haven't met you recently, and at first glance, I think you—" Ke Mei nodded his cheek, "You seem to have a little more spring on your face. "

Xia Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't guess about nothing."

"Okay, let's take it as my misreading." Ke Mei smiled and didn't delve into it further.

Xia Lin filled out the form and handed it back to Ke Mei. The two agreed to call in two days, and Xia Lin said goodbye and left.

Ke Mei watched Xia Lin's back disappear at the end of the corridor, then took out her mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Song?"