Chapter 586 Zhang Yan! Zhang Yan!
November 3, 2023, Friday, cloudy.
6:00 in the morning, No. 1 Shencheng Bay.
Accompanied by the pleasant sound of the alarm clock.
Liu Qingning stood up from the soft bed and used her voice to wake up the indoor lights, and the soft light instantly filled the room.
She straightened her messy hair, subconsciously stroked the warm [green gourd] on her chest with her fingertips, and whispered "Good morning".
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The cool air made her wake up quickly.
Stretched, picked up the phone and looked at it. There were no unread messages on it.
Her eyes moved imperceptibly, she put on her sportswear and walked out.
"Good morning, Miss Qing Ning." Aunt Mei, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, greeted her softly.
"Good morning, Aunt Mei."
Arriving at the fitness area in the corner of the living room, Liu Qingning turned on the treadmill, put her phone on the stand in front, and started to warm up.
She knew that Tang Song was most likely sleeping with Wen Ruan at this moment.
In fact, before Wen Ruan left for Yangcheng, he specifically talked to her on the phone. His words were probing and intimate, and he also made an appointment to come to Shencheng to see her alone when he had time.
If it were in the past, Liu Qingning would probably refuse subconsciously.
Having another woman from the Tang and Song Dynasties come to visit her after spending the night with him made her feel uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.
But now, Su Yu’s matter was like a heavy mountain pressing on her chest, so heavy that she could hardly breathe.
In comparison, Wenruan’s existence does not seem so difficult to accept.
The speed of the treadmill increased little by little, and the heart rate soon reached the optimal fat-burning zone.
Liu Qingning looked out the window at the city that had not yet awakened, her breathing gradually became rapid, and sweat slid down her forehead.
In my mind, my thoughts are like a torrent that never stops.
The Xuanji Light World financing project is about to start, and she will go to the Magic City on behalf of Qingmi AI.
It won’t be long before she officially meets this legendary “top beauty.”
Not on TV, not at the concert, and not in the news.
But in real life, in the world of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
Face to face, face to face with no way out.
Liu Qingning felt an unprecedented tension and fear.
No one can ignore Su Yu’s beauty and talent. Even women will fall in love with such a beauty, let alone men.
At the same time, waves of regret surged deep in her heart again.
She has lived under the aura of stars since she was a child. She has strong talents, top grades, and outstanding appearance, which makes her develop a kind of rationality and independence that is almost conceited.
It is precisely because of this growing environment that she has some blind spots in emotional cognition.
She could not fully sympathize with Tang and Song's feelings for her.
I always thought that as long as I was good enough and outstanding enough, he would always follow her and meet me at the top.
She enjoyed his pursuit as a matter of course, but she never really paid attention to the exhaustion and longing in his eyes.
She never thought that she would reach this point, nor could she accept a failed future without Tang and Song.
During the years of acquaintance with Tang and Song, it was not that there were no other girls around him.
Whether it is a female classmate of the same grade or a cute school girl,
After all, Tang Song in high school was tall, thin, sunny, and very lovable.
Just because of her existence, those girls tacitly and actively chose to retreat.
And Tang Song’s eyes never left her,
Of course, apart from these people, Liu Qingning was more deeply impressed by a girl from No. 2 Middle School.
He was also a junior high school classmate of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
It seems to be called Zhang Yan.
Since the first year of high school, she has occasionally seen each other on the campus of No. 1 Middle School, and every time it was with Tang Song.
With a woman’s sixth sense and her natural intelligence, she can naturally detect that the other party is coming for Tang and Song Dynasties.
The reason why I still have some impressions of him is because I met him in the imperial capital more than two years ago.
One time was at Tiantongyuan South Subway Station.
Another time, it was at the headquarters building of Gaosi Education.
Century Intelligence, which she founded at the university, is itself an AI-driven intelligent education technology company, and its service targets are these education and training institutions.
I once met the other party by chance when I was negotiating cooperation on behalf of the company.
She could vaguely guess something, but out of selfishness, she did not tell Tang and Song Dynasties about it.
Later, with the tightening of policies, Gaosi Education’s business shrank significantly, and it was notified by the Education Commission for rectification. Naturally, cooperation could not be negotiated.
While she was having random thoughts.
“Staring, staring, staring~” WeChat video call was sent.
【Tang and Song Dynasty】
Liu Qingning couldn't help but smile at first, then her face tightened and she slowed down the treadmill.
Waited for a few seconds before connecting to the video.
"What? You were exhausted last night? You got up so late today? Don't be sucked dry by Wenruan!"
Tang Song was satisfied with the certificate, and Shanshan said: "I had dinner with an executive of the 'Smart Chain Future' last night, drank a lot of wine, and slept. They are currently accessing the lime3.0 multi-modal large model to build their own e-commerce content generation engine -"
As he spoke, he walked to the fitness equipment and started warm-up exercises.
Sure enough, when it came to work and AI, Liu Qingning’s attention was instantly drawn back.
Tang Song was quietly relieved.
Because I had a high-intensity football match with my eldest sister in the afternoon, the two of them were actually very "calm" before going to bed at night.
But at two o’clock in the middle of the night, the eldest sister, who had regained her composure, launched a night attack and bit him.
Tang and Song Dynasties were confused and caught off guard.
It took a lot of effort to defeat Wen Ruan.
The two of them toiled until three in the morning before falling asleep, so they got up late.
An hour later.
Tang Song walked out of the hotel fitness center sweating profusely and returned to the suite.
Wen Ruan is still sleeping soundly, curled up in the soft quilt, only a round and white shoulder is exposed.
Tang Song walked lightly and walked into the bathroom.
I took a shower and put on more formal clothes.
I picked up the tablet in the room and ordered a breakfast with Yangcheng characteristics.
Soon, the doorbell rang and the exquisite breakfast trolley was brought into the room.
Tang Song glanced at the time and walked to the bedside of the master bedroom.
He leaned down and whispered in Wen Ruan’s ear: "Zhuang Zhuang, it’s time to get up and eat."
The soft and long eyelashes trembled, and he let out a lazy, nasal hum.
She slowly opened her eyes, her peach blossom eyes filled with mist.
She stretched out her alluring waist, and the LaPerla silk nightgown closely followed her movements, revealing the thrilling E cup.
Immediately afterwards, she hugged Tang Song's waist, lifted the hem of his shirt, put her face against his strong belly and rubbed it gently.
The kiss fell all the way from his eight-pack abs and stayed on his mermaid line.
Tang Song's breathing suddenly became heavy. He stretched out his hand through her silky hair, feeling the delicate touch from her scalp.
The other hand followed the edge of her nightgown, feeling the unique warmth and richness of her big sister.
She licked her plump lips softly and said in a hoarse royal voice: "Your figure is so greedy. I can't stand it if I am with you every day."
Tang Song's looks perfectly fit her sexual preferences.
Nowadays, mermaid lines, male waist, and chocolate abs are simply killing me, and I can’t stand it at all.
Tang Song blinked, leaned into the eldest sister's ear and said, "Then find your teammates."
"Haha, I knew you had such thoughts." Wen Ruan bit his lower abdomen, and then said with a wink, "Actually, it's not impossible."
"Huh? Really?" Tang Song's throat rolled, and his fingers tightened.
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Hearing this, Tang Song's eyelids jumped, "Then, let's forget it."
Let Liu Qingning play this kind of game with herself?
Just thinking about it will make you explode.
With Bai Yueguang’s character, he might actually “snap” himself off with scissors.
“Humph!” Wen Ruan snorted and rolled her eyes at him, “You just think I’m easy to bully, but Liu Qingning immediately softened up.”
"That's because my sister is too tempting."
"Fuck you."
The two bickered for a while.
Come to the restaurant, sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the panoramic view of Yangcheng, and enjoy a leisurely and delicious breakfast.
The two of them were satisfied with their Cantonese dim sum, wonton noodles, and abalone porridge with white fruit and scallops.
After dinner, Wen Ruan walked into the cloakroom, and when she came out again, she had already changed into a tailored professional suit.
Elegant and capable, with exquisite makeup and confident and calm eyes.
It is in great contrast to the lazy and charming fairy before.
Wen Ruanyu raised her chin slightly and said calmly: "Let's go, Mr. Tang, it's time to go to work."
After saying that, just as he was about to turn around to get his bag, he was pulled into his arms by Tang Song and gave him a wet kiss.
9 o’clock in the morning.
The two came to R&F Yingkai Plaza in Tianhe District, where the Yangcheng Branch of Nebula International Group is located.
This is located on the west side of the CBD central axis of Zhujiang New Town, close to the IFC Four Seasons Hotel where they live.
As the core branch in South China, the company is located on the 39th floor of the building. It has rented half a floor of 1,200 square meters of office space, equipped with high-end reception halls, conference rooms, live broadcast rooms and other supporting facilities, and has more than 120 employees.
Basically covers all businesses.
The arrival of Wenruan attracted great attention from the branch.
When she and Tang Song walked side by side into the branch office on the 39th floor of the building, all the executives who had been waiting in the reception hall immediately came to greet them, with professional and warm welcome on every face.
"Director Wen!"
"Dr. Wen, good morning!"
"Welcome to visit and give guidance, Director Wen!" ”
Amidst the respectful greetings, Wen Ruan smiled with ease, her eyes swept across the crowd, and finally stopped for a moment on a few familiar faces.
She has been to the branch many times and is somewhat of an "old acquaintance".
But things have changed and people have changed. The ordinary marketing planner at that time has now become the helmsman of the group.
My feelings are beyond words.
Wen Ruan introduced some of the main persons in charge of the branches to Tang and Song Dynasties.
Then, he turned sideways and said elegantly: "This is Tang Song, the chairman of Rongliu Capital. Next, he will participate in this joint investment in the 'Smart Chain Future' together with our Nebula International Group." ”
When Wang Chongxian, general manager of the branch, heard the words "Rongliu Capital", the smile on his face froze instantly, and his pupils shrank visibly.
Not only him, the faces of the other two or three senior executives present suddenly became extremely shocked.
As executives in the media and marketing industry, their sensitivity to information is far beyond ordinary people.
Just last week, the name that stirred up the entire Xiangjiang Capital situation and set off countless financial headlines in a short period of time was naturally familiar, but I never expected that the chairman of this company would be so young and handsome.
They had previously speculated whether the other party was Mr. Wen’s "little boyfriend."
"Tang, Tang Dong! I have admired my name for a long time, I have admired my name for a long time!" Wang Chongxian stepped forward almost immediately, holding Tang Song's hand with both hands, and unconsciously bent his waist a few points.
Several other people also quickly gathered around, their enthusiasm was almost flattering.
She winked at her man softly and playfully, with a "proud of you" look.
After some grand and warm greetings, the group entered the conference room under the personal leadership of Wang Chongxian.
A temporary due diligence team composed of elites from Nebula International’s Yangcheng Branch is also waiting here, and both parties quickly got into work.
Half an hour later.
The convoy set off and drove to the "Intelligent Chain Future" headquarters located in Tianyu Business Building, Yuexiu District.
At noon.
Shucheng Technology.
"Let's go, Zhang Yan." Lulu knocked on the partition of her desk, "Let's do it! Let's do it!"
"Oh, here we come." Zhang Yan quickly saved the manuscript she had just finished, cleared the desktop, and stood up.
The two squeezed into the slowly descending elevator and went downstairs.
After walking along the street for a while, I got into a nearby fast food restaurant with a tight space.
The air is filled with the mixed aroma of oil smoke and rice.
Zhang Yan was still the same, ordering a 12 yuan box lunch, one meat and one vegetarian.
Lulu seemed quite generous and directly ordered the two meat and one vegetarian set meal for 18 yuan.
The two sat down at a small greasy table.
Lulu plucked the rice excitedly, "Zhang Yan, you don't know, the fund that I lost the most before has completely recovered its capital! Adding in the other funds, I made a total of 2,200 yuan this month!"
Zhang Yan opened her eyes in surprise: "So much?"
"Hmm! It's a pity that I didn't dare to buy stocks at that time, otherwise I would have earned more -""
Zhang Yan silently ate her fried yuba and shredded potatoes, listening to Lulu's mouth keep coming up with professional terms such as "tens of billions of dollars in funds of funds", "reversal of market sentiment", "geographical favorable stimulation" and the like that she had seen in the forum.
She felt that these things were like clouds floating in the sky, too far away from her life.
She doesn’t have as much savings as Lulu, she only has 17,000 yuan in her account.
At the end of this month, I have to pay three months’ rent at once, and I also have to raise a very edible orange.
As we chatted, the topic naturally returned to business trip expense reimbursement and wages.
Lulu lowered her voice and began to complain: "Our company is getting worse and worse. You see, recently, we are either checking attendance or managing discipline, and we are dragged into meetings for trivial matters. Let me tell you, the company The more things go downhill, the more leaders like to torment employees. This is an iron rule! Just to force us to go on our own! ” Zhang Yan nodded, with sadness and worry in her eyes.
The rice in my mouth doesn’t seem to smell good anymore.
After lunch, the two returned to the company.
The atmosphere in the office is more dull and depressing than in the morning.
Zhang Yan was sitting at her workstation, feeling restless.
The time when my eyes always drift to the lower right corner unconsciously.
Lulu next to her asked curiously: "What's wrong, Zhang Yan? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Zhang Yan shook her head. She whispered, "I want to take two hours off this afternoon."
Last night, it was because of working overtime that she missed the two comic books she had been thinking about.
Today is Friday, no matter what, she must buy it today.
"Then take it quickly! Your more than one hundred hours of paid leave cannot be discounted if you keep it. It will definitely be cleared by the end of the year. Take it now!"
Zhang Yan softly said "Hmm", opened DingTalk, and clicked the "Apply for Adjusted Leave" button in the upper right corner of the page.
Looking at the familiar vacation application page, I hesitated for a while.
Thinking of my own comic book.
Take a deep breath, quickly select the time period and type of vacation, and click "Submit".
Immediately afterwards, the process status showed that the application had reached her superior, Bai Rui, and was waiting for approval.
Time passes little by little.
While Zhang Yan was working hard, she couldn’t help but refresh her DingTalk page from time to time.
The application has never been approved.
Feeling a little anxious, she clicked on the chat interface with Bai Rui, tapped the keyboard with her fingers, and typed a reminder. But before sending it, I deleted it word by word.
It’s past three in the afternoon.
Zhang Yan lowered her eyes and felt determined.
"A group message suddenly popped up.
[Content Director - Bai Rui: "@Everyone, everyone will stay and work overtime tonight. The big boss is having a meeting outside. He has to return to the company before 7pm, and try to stay until after 7pm."]
There was a murmur of discussion in the office area.
Immediately afterwards, a heated discussion began in a small group of their colleagues.
["Isn't it? I've made an appointment with my girlfriend to go to the movies!"]
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“I think it’s more like Mr. Bai is ‘performing’ for himself, afraid that he will be laid off first, right? ]
Zhang Yan bit her lip, her heart sinking little by little.
Just like Lulu said, the company is very strict about attendance and discipline now, just to seize the opportunity and lay off employees without compensation.
Everyone in the office has become cautious recently. Even people who work hard to fish are gone, and it is even rarer to ask for leave.
Time passes little by little, and it is getting closer and closer to 4 p.m.
From the direction of the office entrance, a fat figure walked in.
Looking at the approaching figure of Director Bai Rui.
Sitting at the workstation at the edge of the corridor, Zhang Yan’s body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer.
"Brush!" She stood up from her seat suddenly and whispered, "Brother Bai."
Bai Rui, who was about to walk past her, glanced over impatiently: "If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later."
He waved his hand, motioning for her to sit down and prepare to continue walking forward.
Zhang Yan raised her head and said, "I asked for a rest break on Ding Ding. Please remember to pass it for two hours this afternoon."
Bai Rui paused in his steps and frowned. Instantly, "Didn't you see the message I just sent in the group?"
"Swish, swish -"
Colleagues around me looked over with different expressions.
"I saw it." Zhang Yan looked away and clenched her hands into fists at her sides, "But I have something urgent to deal with and I have to leave at four o'clock."
Bai Rui looked at her with obvious anger in his tone: "It has to be today. Give me a break? Zhang Yan, are you sincerely trying to cause trouble for me? ”
“Now the company’s business is having problems, and it’s difficult to collect money. The boss has been struggling with finances and personnel recently, and his intention to lay off employees has become clear, and his position as content director is already in danger.
At this time, it is natural to want to show off in front of the boss, leading the entire department's employees to work overtime, so that the boss can see his "effort" and "loyalty."
But now, Zhang Yan, who is usually the most obedient and honest, dares to undermine him in public!
Zhang Yan’s lips moved and her fingers pressed slightly.
She is a very introverted person. Coupled with her childhood experience, she has been accustomed to following the rules since she was a child. She is unwilling to offend others and dare not make others angry, especially direct leaders like Bai Rui.
Her words are like her person.
Until I graduated from high school, I still wrote like a primary school student, drawing one stroke at a time, working neatly, for fear of making a mistake in writing a stroke, for fear of making the slightest mistake.
It wasn’t until she went to college and started practicing calligraphy alone that her stiff strokes gradually gained some character of her own.
She also knew that the safest and least offensive way to deal with it was to first transfer the money to the owner of "Shiguang Bookstore" on WeChat.
Just let him keep the book and pick it up by himself this weekend.
But...she really didn’t want to miss it again.
In her mind, the 32 "Dragon Balls" neatly arranged on the bookshelf emerged.
She wanted to get them immediately.
She thought.
She has never wanted something so intensely as she does now.
An unprecedented impulse surged and collided in her chest.
"Continue to go to work, I still have something to do." Bai Rui said impatiently, took steps again, and prepared to walk towards his office.
A crisp sound of "pop" rippled through the quiet office.
Under the misguided gazes of all colleagues in the entire office area, Zhang Yan suddenly closed her laptop.
He grabbed his backpack and said to Bai Rui's back, "I'm leaving first."
Then, he walked towards the company gate without looking back.
Her steps were still a bit slow at first, but she walked faster and faster and became more steady.
The moment she walked out of the company’s glass door, the eyes of her colleagues and leaders behind her seemed to be cut off for an instant.
It’s like breaking out of an invisible, long-suppressed prison.
Zhang Yan’s footsteps became lighter than ever before.
She rushed into the elevator, rushed out of Huiming Building, and rushed into the cool and free air of Yangcheng in the afternoon.
Running, subway, transfer, shared bicycle. When she finally arrived at the door of the "Shiguang Bookstore" out of breath, the sky was already getting dark.
Seeing the door still lit with warm lights, Zhang Yan had a big smile on her face.
Opening the door, the wind chimes "ding-dong" sounded.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
"Boss, here I come. Where are the 33rd and 34th volumes of "Dragon Ball"?"
The store owner who was sorting out the bookshelves was a gentle middle-aged man. When he saw Zhang Yan coming in out of breath, he was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately reacted.
"Oh, over here, over here, I'll keep it for you."
As he said that, the boss smiled and took out two comic books carefully wrapped in brown paper from under the counter.
Zhang Yan stretched out her hands and took the two books solemnly.
The moment her fingertips touched the page, she felt as if she was holding a lost and found world.
She unpacked the package with trembling fingers and checked the two books over and over again.
Qiongdao Photography and Art Publishing House, 2009 edition.
The condition is very new, only the edges of the pages have a trace of yellowing due to age.
After confirming that it was correct, she raised her head and bowed deeply to the boss, "Thank you."
"Well" the shop owner was a little embarrassed by her serious attitude, "Little girl, you are too polite. These two knots The ones at the end are relatively scarce, so the price I quoted you before was 70 yuan per copy. So, just give me 120 yuan, and I’ll give you a discount. "
"Just 70 yuan per copy." Zhang Yan quickly picked up her phone and scanned the code to pay 140 yuan.
The book truly belongs to her.
She finally got the last two books together.
"Do you want to read other books? We have recently purchased a lot of good stuff." The boss asked with a smile,
"No, thank you." Zhang Yan thanked her again and carefully put the two comic books into her backpack like treasures.
Walk out of the bookstore.
She stood on the street corner, looking at the endless flow of vehicles and flashing neon lights, and was in a daze for a long time.
It wasn’t until a “ding-ding-ding” ringtone rang on her cell phone that she finally came back to her senses.
Answer the call.
Lulu’s voice sounded: "Hello? Zhang Yan, are you okay? I keep sending you messages but you don’t reply."
"It's okay." Zhang Yan said softly: "I bought a good book."
Lulu whispered: "Oh, you. Fatty Bai is so angry with you. Qing, you were a little too impulsive before, at least don't let him down in front of him. "
"I-" Zhang Yan moved her lips, lowered her eyes, and said no more.
"Okay, okay, it's good to know that you're okay. I'm worried about you. I'll go check on you tonight."
Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment and said "hmm".
After hanging up the phone, she let out a breath and rode the shared bicycle towards the subway station.
The dusk gradually swallowed up her thin figure.
Liwan District, Lanxinyuan Community.
“Squeak—” The old security door was pushed open.
"Meow Ming Yi Yi" Tang Zi immediately got out of the corner of the sofa, taking brisk cat steps, rubbing her trouser legs affectionately with his body, purring contentedly in his throat.
Zhang Yan squatted down, stroked its furry head lovingly, and then quickly walked to the desk in the living room.
Opening her backpack, she solemnly took out the two brand-new comic books, pushed aside a row of books on the simple bookshelf, and put the last two books,
Place it neatly inside.
So far, the 2009 Qiongdao edition of "Dragon Ball", with all thirty-four volumes, has been collected.
Her fingers started from the spine of the first volume, one volume after another, and slowly moved backwards until they touched the edge of the last volume.
Time seemed to be compressed at this moment, and the dust-laden fragmentary memories about teenagers and comics flooded into my mind like a tide.
She closed her eyes and exhaled a long, gentle breath.
The wish that had been buried in her heart for a long time finally reached the moment when she could make it.
It was completely dark outside the window.
Zhang Yan sat down at the front of the desk, took out the stack of stationery with "Yancheng Agricultural University" on it from the drawer, and took out the carbon pen she was used to holding.
Unlike in the past years, this time, she no longer had the hesitation and timidity in her heart.
It seems that "Dragon Ball" really gave her the courage to do anything.
The paper is laid flat, the pen tip hovers and falls.
Neat handwriting appeared on the letter paper: "Hello, classmate: At eight o'clock in the evening, in the presidential suite on the 97th floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, in a quiet independent office.
"Ding dong one—" WeChat prompt sounded suddenly.
Tang Song's eyes moved away from the laptop and fell on the mobile phone.
Several notifications of new messages are lying quietly on the lock screen.
[Breathe with a smile: photo.jpg””]
Seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar nickname, Tang and Song’s thoughts paused imperceptibly, and some memories instantly came to mind.
It seems that a few months ago, this "Breathing in Smile" took the initiative to add himself as a friend.
Because he was called "Classmate of Tang and Song Dynasties", he passed.
He unlocked his phone, clicked on the notification, and entered the long-silent chat box.
The previous chat history is still saved, it was already 4 months ago.
[Breathing with a smile: "Hello, classmate Tang Song. I'm not asking you to help Pinduoduo, nor am I asking for a loan, nor am I trying to sell any products. I don't have any ill intentions. I just haven't decided what to say yet, can you please don't delete me?" ]
[Tang Song: "Okay, classmate."]
[Breathe with a smile: "Thank you."]
Further down are a few photos she sent.
Tang and Song Dynasty clicked on the photo.
A piece of carefully photographed stationery fills the screen.
The edge of the letter paper is slightly curled, obviously it has been carefully preserved for a long time.
The above is handwritten text.
The work is done neatly, stroke by stroke, with an almost clumsy seriousness, like a primary school student who is afraid of making a mistake in writing a stroke in an exercise book.
Immediately afterwards, lines of text flowed in front of his eyes,
Hello, classmate:
I have thought about it for a long time. I don’t know what kind of title to use to make it appear formal and sincere; I also don’t know what kind of opening remarks to use so as not to appear abrupt and offensive.
In the end, I decided to use this simplest and most clumsy way.
I think the most romantic thing about paper media is that it can be folded, touched, and preserved for a long time, becoming tangible evidence of time.
But my handwriting is really not beautiful, they are always so ordinary and lack character. I can only try my best to make it neat, but I am embarrassed to actually send you this letter that carries so many emotions.
In the end, it can only be sent to you electronically.
I think you probably don’t remember me very much anymore, so I won’t sign up (actually, I’m a little ashamed).
I am 26 years old this year. I don’t know when one day I will be pushed by the wave of life and enter the next stage of my life. So before everything changes completely, I want to briefly summarize and say goodbye to my past.
From hometown to Yancheng, from high school to university, and then from the imperial capital to Yangcheng in the south.
In these long ten years, my heart seems to be composed of only three things: study, work, and you.
I have no intention of causing any harassment to you, nor am I expecting anything.
I just want you to know that there was once a person whose eyes followed you for a long time.
I wonder if you have read a book - "Everywhere I Exist, I Am Not Everywhere".
If I have to give the most accurate summary of what I am going to say next, I think there is nothing more appropriate than this title.
You may notice that the playground on Tuesday is emptier than usual; you will remember which volume of "Slam Dunk" is the new one at the bookstore opposite No. 1 Middle School; you will know that the Malatang price on the first floor of the Yanke Cafeteria has increased by another dollar; you may even be distracted for a moment by the sound of announcements in the crowded subway of the Imperial Capital.
But, you probably won’t notice me.
I have tried hard to get a glimpse of every detail of your life from a distance.
There are actually not many opportunities to meet you, and I cherish every time.
When you appear in front of me, a square picture frame seems to appear immediately in front of my eyes.
It is not very big, just enough to hold your figure; it is not very long, just enough to finish a Shakespeare's sonnet.
And I was just outside the frame, watching quietly until the frame disappeared together with your figure.
Later life is like a book that is flipped by the wind.
I drifted from one city to another, from the north to the south.
Sometimes, I wake up in the cold night of Yangcheng and listen to the soft sound of rain outside the window.
There will always be a scene in front of me of you wearing a white shirt and white washed blue jeans, riding a bicycle and passing by. The image of that clean and shining young man in my mind has supported me through countless long and difficult days.
Most of the intertwined faces in Qinggong have long been blurred, but your outline is becoming clearer in my heart day after day.
This is the complete set of "Dragon Ball", the 2009 version, that I spent a long time collecting. I'd like to send it to you if you'd like.
I think your life will be wonderful, just like the shounen comics you love, full of passionate companions and exciting chapters.
So, you will always be as enthusiastic, brave and bright as you were when you were a teenager.