The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen heard the sound of a motorcycle outside the door and confirmed that the second-rate man had left. Then he stood up. He was sweating all over after eating hot pot just now, and he was eager to go home and take a shower.

Considering that it was very difficult to get the motorcycle up the steps when I got home, I still asked Xiao Lin for help last night. Together they lifted the motorcycle up the steps and parked it in the front hall. Zhang Chen decided to give up riding and continued to park the motorcycle. Walking home from the parking lot of Wanghailou, it only takes ten minutes to walk back from here.

When Zhang Chen passed by the triangle area at the junction of Haixiu Road, Shengfu Road and Boai South Road, he saw that there were still armed policemen standing guard with submachine guns on the side near East Lake. Zhang Chen felt much more at ease. He decided to go there in the future. It's good to walk like this after get off work.

Zhang Chen did not cross the pedestrian bridge across Haixiu Road, but walked from the entrance of Haicheng Hotel, across Shengfu Road, to Boai South Road, and walked ten meters from Boai South Road to the Pig's Knuckle Restaurant, and then crossed two intersections. Exit to Wenming East Road.

Starting from Boai South Road, the old buildings on both sides of the narrow streets are all Nanyang-style arcades. The street lights are dim and the spring breeze is tireless. Walking here at night is very interesting.

Zhang Chen arrived home. The lights in the front hall were dark. When he went upstairs, he saw the office door open. Xiao Lin and one of Mr. Fu's nieces were mopping the floor and the other was wiping the table. When they saw Zhang Chen, Xiao Lin was There was a burst of chirping.

Zhang Chen found Xiaolin very interesting. When he talked to you, he didn't look at you and his voice was unclear. It looked like he was talking to himself. It didn't matter whether you heard him clearly or not. He talked to himself again. Just when you understand, go away and continue to do your own thing, and when you want to ask clearly, you should look for him everywhere.

It was Mr. Fu's niece named Caizhen. After talking to Zhang Chen again, Zhang Chen understood. She said that her aunt asked them to keep the place clean and tidy every day. If it was a little dirty, Caizhen looked at the door behind Zhang Chen. Outside, he lowered his voice and continued saying that Auntie would be afraid of Lu Di.

Zhang Chen didn't understand what the fear of Lu Di meant, so Caizhen repeated: "I'll beat you to death here."

Zhang Chen thought to himself, of course it is impossible for that person, that thin body, to beat you to death, but she can stab you to death with a cold knife. Zhang Chen said thank you to them and went back to his room.

When Zhang Chen came back from taking a shower, it was only after nine o'clock. The lights in the office were on, but Xiao Lin and Caizhen were no longer there. The lights in Xiao Lin's room were also dark. He probably went to play in Caizhen's room downstairs.

Zhang Chen walked into the office, took the ashtray on the coffee table, and returned to his room. He felt that Gu Shufang definitely didn't like people smoking in the office. With that image, it should be possible to say that she had germophilia.

Zhang Chen decided to go back to his room to smoke in the future and not smoke in the office. This was not because he was afraid of her, but because it was better to do less than to do more, or a little respect.

Zhang Chen sat in his room, smoking and watching TV. The TV was really nothing interesting, and there were still snowflakes. Zhang Chen circled the antenna on the TV in every direction, but couldn't find a clear point, so he simply Turn off the TV.

Zhang Chen took two puffs of cigarette, then put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, got up, walked out of the room, and went to the office.

Zhang Chen sat down at his desk, glanced at Gu Shufang's desk opposite, and almost laughed. He saw a pile of books neatly placed on Gu Shufang's desk. It's brand new. I don't know if Gu Shufang intentionally or unintentionally turned the spine of the book toward her.

Zhang Chen saw that these books were: "Decoration Engineering Construction Manual", "Decoration Engineering and Cost", "Decoration Engineering Budget and Final Accounting Knowledge Questions and Answers", and "Decoration Engineering Management Manual".

Zhang Chen immediately understood the subtext of this woman. This is telling you clearly that the challenge has begun. Don't think that I don't know how to decorate. I can read and study. I can understand all the branches and leaves. I want to fool you. I don't even have a door.

"I know how you do engineering work." Zhang Chen remembered what the woman said.

"It's so fucking boring."

Zhang Chen shook his head. He stood up, leaned over, and took out the "Decoration Engineering Management Manual" at the top. He read it. The more he read, the more interesting it became. He felt that there were many problems he encountered in his work. Ideas are well explained and summarized in this book.

Zhang Chen caught a glimpse of a shadow out of the corner of his eye. He raised his head and was startled. He saw Gu Shufang walking into the office at some point and standing opposite, staring at her own desk. What the fuck? Oh, why is there no sound at all when walking? Is it a human or a ghost? Zhang Chen cursed in his heart.

Gu Shufang was holding a book in her hand, and Zhang Chen saw at a glance that it was "The Story of the Sahara" by Sanmao. During that time, almost all women under the age of fifty and over ten across the country were reading Sanmao's book. One volume, almost catching up with the Little Red Book of the past. Jin Lili also has many Sanmao books, including this one "The Story of the Sahara".

Gu Shufang put down the book in her hand, wiped it on the table with two white fingers, and put it in front of her eyes for a look. Zhang Chen really expected that there would be dirt on her hands, and he wanted to see her when she was angry. What's going on, and why is she afraid of Lu Di's family?

Unfortunately not, she wiped the seat again, looked at it and sat down. Then she raised her head and looked at Zhang Chen opposite. She saw the book in Zhang Chen's hand, and then looked at the pile on her desk.

"Are you reading my book?" Gu Shufang asked.

Zhang Chen raised his head and looked at her and told her, "I only had practical work experience before. After reading what was said in the book, I felt that a lot of it made sense. It could help me avoid detours and get twice the result with half the effort. Oh, by the way, I read them." , you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Zhang Chen was scolding in his heart, aren't you going to challenge me? I'll just take it.

Gu Shufang didn't say whether she minded or not. She used the key to unlock the drawer, opened the drawer, took out an invoice from the drawer, pushed it over, and said to Zhang Chen: "This is the invoice for the book I bought. Please You sign for reimbursement."

This is another fucking challenge. Let me tell you, even though I am a boss lady, even if I buy a few books, I have to have complete financial procedures. Do you dare to mess around?

Zhang Chen picked up the pen, signed his name, pushed it to Gu Shufang, and said with a smile: "From now on, this book is not your book, but the company's book, and I can read it."

Gu Shufang didn't say anything. She looked at Zhang Chen's signature and said, "The handwriting is pretty good."

Zhang Chen said thank you.

Gu Shufang didn't say anything. She put the invoice in the drawer, locked it, then opened the "Story of the Sahara" and read it without saying anything.

Zhang Chen stared at the book, but couldn't read it anymore, and his mind was filled with thoughts.

He felt that Gu Shufang and Sanmao were really incompatible. He didn't expect that she was also reading Sanmao. He didn't know what Sanmao would think if he knew about it. A writer who finished writing a book is really not finished. He Who knows that every reader who reads his book is a unique book in itself. When they read it, the book merges with their own experience and begins to continue.

The same "Story of the Sahara", Jin Lili is watching, Tan Shuzhen is watching, Xu Jianmei is watching, the women in the offices of the film company and advertising company are watching, and when they get here, Gu Shufang is also watching, Zhang Chen can't imagine, if What would it be like if all the women who read this book were brought together.

If their thoughts were separated again and merged together, what kind of beautiful giant river would it be?

Zhang Chen couldn't help but look up at Gu Shufang, feeling relieved. He thought that this woman might spend every day in this hot city, with a little shade, dreaming gloomily about the sunshine and romance of the Sahara.

It's also pitiful.

And her husband was walking around like a lantern, walking between other women. Xiao Ning was not here today, and he would definitely not let himself be idle. Jin Lili was right, there are basically two types of men, no. Mr. Fu is a bastard, either a naked beast or a dressed beast, with very few exceptions.

Will you be an exception? Zhang Chen asked himself in his mind, and then thought of Xiao Zhao, and he did not dare to think about it any more.

Zhang Chen sighed softly.

Gu Shufang raised her head and looked at him, but hesitated to speak.

The two sat there facing each other, reading quietly, and no one said anything. They seemed to be secretly competing to see who was quieter than the other.

After more than half an hour, Gu Shufang stood up, closed the book, put the chair back under the desk, straightened it, then turned and walked out. Zhang Chen looked up at the empty door, but did not hear her. The sound of footsteps made me wonder if she was standing at the door or already going upstairs.