lover relationship

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"Director Liang, you have to know that everything has its ups and downs." Lin Wei's voice was still very light, light and gentlemanly, looking at Liang Congdao beside him with elegance and calmness.

Su Zhuang's exquisite decoration is European-style retro and lazy, and the dull gold and red are dazzling.

Liang Congdao felt that his internal organs had been split into two parts, and the other part was in the verdant Jiangnan deep alley.

Sang Ye sprinkled a handful of fish food, watched the koi under the Jiuqu Bridge scrambling and jumping with a chuckle, tilted his head and smiled at him and said, "Hey, brother Liang! It's not that I don't know that companies have a life cycle. There will be troughs, during those years when my dad took Zi'an to open up wasteland, the support of the municipal leaders was indispensable, I call you brother because you look young!"

The picture was split into two suddenly, and Liang Congdao saw his own image distorted on the dividing line. The national style of the cheongsam and the complicated European-style skirt tripped him up. His hands, wearing flowing jadeite and lace gloves, moved him from left to right. With such a pull, he laughed and said "come here", the fresh Jiangnan deep alleys and the extravagant European style split him.

Lin Wei's calmness carried the suppressed and hidden joy of the hunter when he found the prey: "Zian has been prosperous for many years, but there will be a day when it will go downhill."

Sang Ye patted the residue on his hand, looking at the fish fighting for food in the pond, he only felt amused and contemptuous: "To be honest, although I don't like my father very much, he has indeed supported this company."

"Last year when Director Li left Zi'an, there were signs of a downturn." Lin Wei's voice was cold, as if he was always describing objective facts.

Sang Ye smiled helplessly and said: "The company is up, and others are getting old too. Some people who thought that Zi'an would go downhill, before the tree fell, they wanted to steal Tao'er and leave first, like last year's Li Cheng, isn't it? "

"Brain loss and lack of succession. Now that the real estate market is in a downturn. If they can afford the money this year, who can guarantee it next year or the year after? The construction of Quanzhen will take time." Lin Wei tapped lightly with his fingers. On the armrests of the chairs, there is a gap, the young man's sharpness is restrained, and when it is occasionally displayed, it is sharp.

"Some people are just waiting to see Zi'an's joke," Sang Ye blinked at Liang Congdao, "but I'm back now?"

Liang Congdao woke up from the nightmare, the tearing feeling seemed to be transmitted from the dream to reality, making his chest and abdomen feel like a fire was burning.

He is already old, and being old is a terrible thing. When he finds himself getting old, he often sees himself through the eyes of his juniors.

When you were young and you grew up, there would be smaller people who would call you brother and sister; when you were in your twenties, and you had known each other for three or four years, sitting on the train to your junior and senior years, you would be In the beginning, aunts would take their children and say, "Come, say hello to uncles and aunts."

Participated in the work, while killing the passion of life and the desire for knowledge in the work, time polished you into a humble pebble and threw it on the river bed until you were old.Then suddenly for a moment, you see young people's vigorous ambition and enthusiasm, see their arrogance and self-confidence, compared with yourself, it is a fucking nightmare.

Young people with potential are scary.

Liang Congdao remembered that he asked Lin Wei a question at that time: "Director Li is gone, Zi'an's young boss is here, what kind of person does Boss Lin think he is?"

Lin Wei glanced at him slantly with indifferent eyes, with some amusement, but his words were very merciless, with the tip of his tongue touching his teeth, he spit out two words: "Damn."

"Oh? You asked Lin Wei? He—what is he," Sang Ye said with a low laugh, "Wen ruffian."

Gong Wenyan's eyes often revealed shrewd sharpness, which made him worth tens of millions, but it was also the same sharpness that made him worthless in front of Sang Ye.

When he saw Gong Wenyan again, Sang Ye subconsciously compared the sharpness in Lin Wei's eyes when he met Lin Wei before.

Different.

Gong Wenyan's eyes are too worldly, without that kind of cold aloofness, but with a little cleverness.People who are habitually clever often have little structure.

Lin Wei is more interesting. When he talked with Liang Congdao, his eyes were not completely cold. He still had the considerate and gentlemanly attitude towards others.But it was inexplicable, Sang Ye could see the same disdain in his eyes as his own.

That kind of dismissive arrogance and dramatic exaggeration make people addicted to this performance. When actors and characters merge, the performance you see transcends art and becomes soul, and he doesn't bother to end the curtain or your applaud.

He doesn't perform for anyone's praise, because he's playing who he really is.

reality.

This is a virtue.

Real things are not necessarily beautiful, but they are often addictive.

Sang Ye made nonsense remarks in his chaotic college days, and even spent the whole night discussing with a group of lunatics "why rebellious teenagers and academic bullies are more favored by peers in their teenage years".

In the end, he blinked his eyes in a daze when the morning light was dawning. A group of drunken friends were messing around, and some of them were snoring loudly.

Sang Ye looked out of the dimly lit floor-to-ceiling windows, leaning back in the armchair, his whole body was stiff and limp. He stretched out his hand to the sun, and suddenly thought of an explanation and answer in his heart - "Who doesn't love such a truth?"

Those eager lives, those small as mayflies, survived in the universe, and lived in a hundred years, but they were so persistent and truly proved that they existed.

How can he stop appreciating eyes, how can he not love?

Those real souls are his nourishment, and they are the harbors one after another during his wandering journey like a ghost.

It's a pity that there is no one, no one can stop him, and no one can make him feel nostalgic.

His truth is freedom.

No one will love his truth.

He has no resistance to love, what he resists is that after falling in love, he will become not like himself.

Those empathy, those changes made for the other party, once undertaken on the shoulders, become pressure.It's not that Sang Ye is afraid of taking on pressure, what he hates is losing himself.

But this is indeed a very delicate topic: when you voluntarily make a different change for someone, your choice is still "your" choice, your behavior is still "your" behavior, then change Is the "you" after that still "you"?

Zen saying: "Yesterday's me is not today's me."

When Sang Ye was listening to his mother telling himself the truth of these stories, he was thinking, so the person you loved back then is now dead.

He is loyal to the truth of the moment of love, but has doubts about everything after that. Should he be loyal to love or people?

"No matter what you become, life, old age, sickness, death, poverty or wealth, I will love you."

Swearing is bullshit.

Gong Wenyan invited him to go fishing, and Sang Ye was not in the mood, so he came, put an umbrella on the ground, put his fisherman hat on his face, and began to doze off.The fish in his fishing basket were caught by Ye Xiaoru. Ye Xiaoru didn't know how to fish at all. She used a four-meter-long line in a three-meter-five pond.

The fellow in the fish pond adjusted the length of the fishing line for her so that she could bite the hook. Ye Xiaoru made a fuss and was a little impatient. In the end, there were only three pitiful small grass carp in the fish basket, and there was a bigger one. Gong Wenyan couldn't stand it, so he secretly mixed it for her.

When eating fish, Sang Ye wakes up, and he always wants to play when he has a good tongue.

Chatting on the table, Gong Wenyan teased him that he didn't care too much, just said: "Quan Dang is here for a holiday, otherwise I would like to stay in the company? It's like a primary school student doing homework under the nose of his parents."

Gong Wenyan was amused by him, and then said: "There are mountain springs and waterfalls on the mountain in Quanzhen, and they flow to the foot of the mountain to form a piece. The fish there are all wild, especially the yellow girl, which is extraordinarily delicious. I heard that Boss Lin and The son of the municipal government has an appointment to go fishing there, I wonder if Mr. Sang is interested?"

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow =w=

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