"Hello, Mr. Ling. The president is still in a meeting. Please wait a moment."
A man in a suit respectfully poured a cup of tea for the man on the sofa. Ling Qi waved his hand, lay down, closed his eyes and said, "Then I'll take a nap first. Junior high school students nowadays are really hard to teach. I'm so tired."
The standing man seemed not to care about his impolite behavior. He considerately adjusted the air-conditioning temperature for him and quietly walked out of the office.
It was said to be a moment, but it turned out to be exactly fifteen minutes.
After seeing the person sleeping soundly, Shen Xunzhi did not rush to wake him up. Instead, he took off his coat, pinched his eye points tiredly, and made himself a cup of coffee. Then he leaned over and knocked on the glass table, "Wake up, the office is not a place to sleep."
Ling Qi sat up sleepily, "I'm so tired! I feel like the past two years have been like twenty years. How about I quit my job and just hang out with you!"
"You can't stand this? Who was it that swore so solemnly that you would never regret it?"
"That's just to go against my dad. The more he can't imagine what I'm going to do, the more I'm going to do it."
That's true. Who would have thought that the young master Ling, who only knew how to spend his days drinking and having fun, would become a teacher today? Even he himself thought Ling Qi was just being impulsive and gave up quickly, but he ended up being a teacher for almost two years.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Ling Qi pushed the box on the table towards him, "Open it and take a look."
Shen Xunzhi raised his eyebrows and said unmoved, "What is it?"
"What else can it be? You're going on a business trip to Yecheng in three days, so I'll give it to you in advance."
After hearing this, Shen Xunzhi opened it with confidence, but he didn't expect that there was a fan inside. He asked in surprise, "You actually gave me such an elegant thing. I thought it was red wine or a game console."
Ling Qi rolled his eyes, "Bah! I am a teacher at a top-notch school in the capital after all. Hurry up and open it. I guarantee you will like it."
Shen Xunzhi opened the folding fan with both hands, and was shocked when he saw the words on it. The handwriting was somewhat similar to that of his teacher, but upon closer inspection, it was completely different.
He sincerely praised, "Great handwriting!"
Although he had only glanced at it briefly before, Ling Qi couldn't help but get closer out of curiosity, "Xiang... um... how do you pronounce that word?"
"Qie, a fragrant box, a green silk fan, and a white hemp dress." Shen Xunzhi said contemptuously: "You are a teacher in a first-class school in the imperial capital, but you can't even recognize a word."
Ling Qi said angrily, "I'm an English teacher! I'm a returnee!"
"Okay, where on earth did you find such a good piece of calligraphy?"
"Oh, this is all thanks to a student who was absent from class. Did you know that she was only fourteen years old and she dared to sneak a cell phone into school and even openly watched a variety show in my class!"
Shen Xunzhi interrupted him impatiently, "Speak to the point."
Ling Qi curled his lips, "At that time, a girl in the live broadcast room wrote these words. Although I don't understand the meaning of this poem, I can tell at a glance that she is extraordinary since I have known you for so many years. So I contacted the program team to buy it for you."
He suddenly raised his voice, "You know what's the most outrageous thing? I spent 100,000 yuan to buy this fan, but the girl sold it to others on the show for five yuan each! Five yuan!"
“I wanted to return the product right away!”
Shen Xunzhi touched the words on it with his hand, his black eyes flickering, "This fan... no, this calligraphy is worth one hundred thousand. Thank you, this is the most satisfying birthday gift you have given me in the past seven years."
"Jingle Bell"
Ling Qi was about to refute him when the phone rang at the right time.
"It's my mom again! I'm leaving first. There will be a heavy rainstorm in the evening, so you should go back early too!" He took out his phone and said a few words, then quickly exchanged glances with Shen Xunzhi and left.
After the others left, Shen Xunzhi looked at the fan for a long time before he remembered that he had forgotten to ask who the fan's owner was.
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On the other side, Jiang Yan opened the box, and inside was Jiang Ying's photo and her remaining calligraphy.
Jiang Yan gently stroked the photo. Her eyebrows and eyes were indeed about 60% similar to Jiang Ying, but... she looked more like her original self.
"The shadows are sloping and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk."
The handwriting was actually somewhat similar to her own, especially the first one. It was not difficult to tell that she was an elegant and free-spirited woman. However, her strokes gradually became longer as she wrote, and became gentle and tactful at the end, as if she had a lot of concerns.
Jiang Yan carefully put these things away and kept them in the bedside table.
The next morning, she slept in for the first time in a long time. When she woke up, she found that it was already past ten o'clock. She was the only one at home except for the maid. After drinking two mouthfuls of porridge, she lay back on the soft and comfortable big bed and logged into her social account. She found that there were only three posts in total. The comments below were almost all unbearable words, but the latest one had many kind comments, most of which were words praising her beauty.
She thought for a while and looked in the mirror...well, she looked good.
She edited a Weibo post, saying that she would go live in five minutes, with no topic, just pure chatting.
Five minutes later, netizens who accidentally entered the live broadcast room found the woman with a pointed face, walnut eyes and red lips on the screen very offensive. Just as they were about to start criticizing her as usual, they heard a cool and pleasant voice coming from inside.
"This beauty filter is too much, with the filter, I can't look that white even if I die for eight days."
So the next second, this plastic surgery face turned into a delicate oval face. A face without makeup would be too bright if it was a little more, and too immature if it was a little less. If you get closer, you can even see the tiny pores on the face.
[Is this Jiang Yan? Wow, she's prettier than on TV! I love her!]
Jiang Yan curled her lips slightly, "Thank you, I was working and in the hospital during the recording period, so I wasn't in a very good condition."
[I've wanted to ask this for a long time. My sister's pink thermos cup is so cute. No wonder she has such good skin. I'm going to buy a cup tomorrow to drink water anytime.]
Jiang Yan responded to the comments one by one, "I was drinking tea, and the cup was bought at the supermarket for 21 yuan."
[Haha, the mistress story has been cleared? ]
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow and said lazily, "Whitewash? This netizen with the ID Jingtian, have you eaten yet? Your real owner has issued several statements, why are you still so ignorant?"
[Didn’t they say they had no money? Looking at the decoration at the back, could it be that they are trying to get rich? How disgusting! ]
Jiang Yan saw this comment, so she simply picked up her phone, walked to the balcony and pointed the camera at the large yard in front of her.
This is the courtyard behind the villa, quiet and peaceful. The backyard wall is about five or six feet high, ensuring privacy. There are many different kinds of flowers planted around, but the most common are tulips of various colors. There is a wooden swing on the west side, which can seat about two people. There is also a small pavilion on the left, which is furnished with exquisite tables and chairs and expensive tea sets.
It was raining outside at the moment, giving the place a feeling of an ancient garden.
Jiang Yan showed everyone for a few seconds and then turned the camera around, smiling brightly and flamboyantly, "Did you see it? I am Gao Zhi."
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