My 26-year-old Female Tenant

  The car blocked in front moved slowly, Mi Cai didn't notice it, her shoulders trembled slightly, but the car behind had already honked its horn.

  I finally patted Mi Cai on the shoulder and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mi Cai raised her head and wiped away her tears with her hands, but without looking at me, she said, "It's okay." Then she put the gear on and started the car to drive forward with the traffic flow, and the song "Proverbs of Love" finally came to an end. At the end, the car gradually returned to calm.

I didn't intend to let Mi Cai know that I was working at Baoli, so I asked her to put me down on a platform. When I was parting, I asked her: "Hey, can you help me move tonight? It's convenient to use your car." .”

   "If you don't work overtime today, it's fine." Mi Cai didn't refuse.

  I smiled and said, "Alright then, call me after get off work."

Mi Cai nodded, closed the window and started the car, and instantly disappeared from my sight along the vast traffic flow, but I stood there for a long time, remembering how she was crying on the steering wheel because of a song just now, There was another burst of confusion in my heart, and then I was at a loss.

  I didn't want to explore what the song "Proverbs of Love" reminded her of, but after all, I sympathized with her, and this kind of sympathy once again deepened my sense of guilt.

  …

  When I came to the company, before I could take a breath, Fangyuan called the members of our planning and writing team to have a "brainstorm".

  During the meeting, everyone turned from expressing their opinions to arguing with each other, setting off waves of brain storms, but I always sat in the corner with my body tilted and absent-minded, without saying a word. This silence lasted until the end of the meeting.

  After the brainstorming was over, everyone took the folders and dispersed. I was still sitting there, but I didn’t know where my mind went.

  Fangyuan took out a cigarette and shook it under my nose. After smelling the smell of tobacco, I came back to my senses and asked Fangyuan dully: "The storm is over?"

   "I just want to know where this storm has blown you?" Fang Yuan's tone was a little displeased, he has always been meticulous in his work.

  I didn't say a word, I pulled out the cigarette from Fangyuan's fingers, lit it, took a deep breath, but was pulled back by Fangyuan, stubbed it out and threw it in the trash.

  I frowned and said, "Why the **** are you competing with me? I'm so impatient!"

  Fangyuan was stunned for a moment, and then realized why I was irritable. He dragged a chair and sat down beside me.

   "Are you still struggling with Zhuo Mei and Mi Cai?"

"That's what bothers me... From yesterday to now, I feel like a criminal who commits a crime and doesn't confess. Do you understand this feeling? It's like a stick in my throat!" I said each word heavier than each word, venting my heart of depression.

Fangyuan sighed and said to me in a light tone: "Zhaoyang, in fact, I have made it clear to you yesterday about the pros and cons of the matter. No matter how guilty you feel in your heart, it is still an internal matter of Zhuomei. We must Stay out of it."

I was silent again, it was useless for me to talk more about this matter with Fang Yuan, he could not look at this matter from my standpoint, but he was not wrong, even though Fang Yuan and I have been friends for nearly ten years, we are not the same We are similar to humans, so our lives are very different. At this time, I figured out why Fang Yuan and I graduated from the same university, but we lived on different paths after graduation.

   After a long time, I said to Yuan Yuan, "I'll sit down for a while, and I'll figure it out myself."

  Fang Yuan nodded, and said: "I don't know what you think about the promotion plan this time, let's talk about it alone later."

   "All right." I replied.

  Fangyuan took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to me, saying, "Go to the smoking room to smoke, and pay attention to the impact in the company."

  I took the cigarette from Fang Yuan's hand and looked at him numbly...

   Fangyuan patted my shoulder, then turned and left, my fingers were turning the cigarette, but my fingers became more numb.

  …

  At noon, Fang Yuan and I had lunch in the company's restaurant. The two sat down in a relatively quiet corner, and didn't directly chat about the promotional plan that was being prepared.

  Fang Yuan said to me: "Yan Yan is free tonight, let her cook some dishes, come to my house, let's have a few drinks."

   "Forget it today, I'm going to move tonight."

   "Is the matter of moving house not settled yet?" Fang Yuan asked in surprise.

   "No, I just found a suitable house, and I was busy a while ago!"

   Fangyuan nodded, and after a brief silence, he said: "Zhaoyang, I'm not talking about you. You are also at the age to start a family and start a business. If you can get down to it, hurry up and get down."

I asked Fangyuan very seriously: "You said that we have graduated for so many years. Our classmates and friends should be stable, and those who should not be stable are desperate to be stable. Why do I live like that? What about hallucinations?"

Fang Yuan answered without thinking, "It's because you have lived too much for yourself these years, but your self has a strong idealism, Zhaoyang, you must know that even if the castle made of sand on the beach is exquisite, , but when a wave hits, your castle will collapse immediately, and your pain and instability stem from this!"

Fang Yuan's words made me very confused. I knew that the waves he spoke of were the heavy reality, and my pain came from my unwillingness to accept reality, so I would imagine the city in the sky and the person waiting in the city. A woman with long hair hanging down her shoulders.

Fang Yuan said to me again: "You really don't want to think about the fight between Zhuo Mei's high-level executives anymore. People always live in reality. Of course they have a conscience, but this matter is beyond the scope of a simple conscience. If you think Conscience or humanity weighs this matter, and finally tell Mi Cai, then reality will immediately give you a loud slap in the face, Zhaoyang, learn to respect reality, and don't put yourself in danger!"

   "Why are you getting involved in this matter again?" I said to Fang Yuan with a little dissatisfaction.

  After a brief silence, Fang Yuan sighed softly, and said, "Because I know you well, I am worried..."

I don't speak, although Fangyuan and I are not the same kind of people, but my brother who has been around for nearly ten years, he does understand me better than many people. If I don't measure this matter with humanity and conscience, then how can I suffer so much? ?

Fangyuan continued to say to me who was silent: "If Chen Jingming took advantage of Zhuomei's internal strife to give us Baoli Department Store two first-tier brands, with such a great contribution, he would almost 100% be promoted to the vice president of the company. position, you and I, as his confidantes, can be considered to have truly gained a firm foothold in this company, especially you Zhaoyang, this is a sublimation for your life, and your life will change qualitatively because of it."

I lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, raised my head and closed my eyes, and spit out all the smoke in my mouth as if venting. For the first time, I felt that the belief I had held on for decades was shaken. Maybe I should really respect it. In reality, I have reached the age of starting a family and starting a business, and now I finally see the dawn of life. If I extinguish it with my own hands, my future life will struggle in the dark and dark.

   "Let's talk about your thoughts on this promotion plan."

  Fang Yuan's words temporarily pulled me out of the quagmire of struggling. I finally nodded and prepared to talk to Fang Yuan about my thoughts on this promotion plan.

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