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I can clearly see a little light, but I can't touch it in the debris of bricks and tiles. It's like an intermittent electrode biting on my retina. Even if I close my eyes, I can be burned.The dense pain was like piercing, as if hearing the sound of water droplets, and suspected that it was his own blood flow, soaking the skin into dry leather with cold sweat, the whole body was shrinking, leaving only one heart beating in vain.

After this, is it an endless night, or a small cave alone?

"Ding--"

Lu Shijun struggled to wake up from the darkness, and found that the curtains in the room were hanging with dawn, and the cold sweat stuck to the back of his head. This was the first time in three years that he recalled the scene in the ruins, and realized that he would eventually feel painful.

For the first time, Liang Jing felt the dominance of sitting in the entire office, but she was not in the mood to deliver the magnificent eulogy of Quan Yutianxia before her colleagues came.She squeezed her phone, and after several deletions, she finally sent the message: "Zhong Shuli, when I went to your print shop after get off work yesterday, I left the half-written draft there, can you help me put it away?" I'll pick it up at noon."

The other party replied quickly: "I will send you the manuscript later."

Liang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't tell what emotion she was in, she patted her cheek to comfort herself, her momentum was finally calm, and she encouraged herself to continue sorting out the customer data provided by the business department.

An hour later, Zhong Shuli sent a message: "There is a glass pyramid at the door, is it your company?"

She replied "yes" immediately, and hurried out the door, and saw a small van parked beside the green belt at the door.

Lu Shijun's office is always bright and clean, unlike other managers who like to place bookshelves, there are only a few landscape paintings on the walls and a bottle of green water bamboo on the table.

The sun was still warm this morning, and the blue-purple brilliance shone through the thick glass. He walked to the window and caught a glimpse of the scene downstairs.

A man in a plaid shirt got out of the small van. He took off his plastic sunglasses, revealing a deep bronze cheek.Liang Jing paused on the spot, then stepped forward to talk to the man, took the USB flash drive and a document from the man, but left without saying goodbye immediately.

Zhong Shuli took out his mobile phone to check the time, lowered his head and let out a breath, looked around unconsciously for a while, and said, "Jingjing, I'm sorry."

Liang Jing's throat was sore, and her heart was full of grievances. When she was about to vent it, she realized that this was the entrance of the company, so she finally bit her lip and said word by word, "Forget it. Thank you for coming here to run for me." one trip."

He sighed, and wanted to reach out and touch the other person's head, but finally landed on the other person's shoulder: "If there is anything I can help in the future, you must speak up."

After he finished speaking, he turned and got into the car.The body of the second-hand small van is sprayed with the five characters of "Qizi Printing Shop", with the shop address and contact information attached to it, like a graffiti eraser, slowly walking in front of the dusty glass building. Tun Tun drove away.

Back in the store, Zhong Shuli moved the printing paper and ink cartridges to the corner, opened the main switch, and turned on the computers one by one. A row of screens lit up one by one, and the printer made a low roar.

A delivery man on a bicycle rang the bell at the door and dropped a newspaper.He leaned over to pick it up, and found that there was still a piece of mail in the newspaper. He saw the sender and address clearly, shook it, and sure enough, he heard the blunt grinding sound of metal scratching on the paper, and put it on the paper casually. on the glove box.

Not long after, a few scattered students came to print. He tore through the newspaper, opened the iron cabinet, took out a bunch of neatly clipped ten-cent notes, and threw them into the coin box on the table. .

A female student shouted, "Boss, can you come over and take a look for me?"

He got up and walked over, smiling, "What's wrong?"

The female student pursed her lips and said, "I want to print this PDF on both sides, please help me set it up."

"Okay." With a few simple operations, the document was spit out by the printer, and the girl hurried over to collect the document and bind it up.

He glanced at the computer screen, ejected the USB flash drive for her, and suddenly asked, "Little girl, are you a medical student?"

The other party nodded vigorously.

"Then do you know what a 'chimera' is?"

"Uh, our teacher mentioned it in class, and I'm not very clear about it. It seems that the twins in the mother's womb are finally fused into one person. The child born may have some organs from his brothers and sisters. My own is a little different."

"Then if it is said that the unborn compatriot became the reproductive organ of the winner, then the child born to this person in the future is actually his brother's."

"Theoretically, although the biological father is me, the genetic father is his brother. Therefore, the one who was born may not necessarily be the winner, and the other party greened himself without any effort..." The girl suddenly realized that she was in the mood, she talked too much, and hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Hewholaughslastlaughsbest." He smiled approvingly.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the people who came to print gradually dwindled. A stocky middle-aged man walked in and looked at the layout of the store.

"Sit wherever you want." Zhong Shuli took out two sheets of paper from the printer while greeting him, handed them to the other party, and explained: "If you are interested, this store will be officially transferred to you next semester, but you can also Take over immediately. Because some of my purchase contracts expire in September, and printing equipment will be used in these few months, we can discuss the distribution of printing revenue during this period."

The other party read it twice, and said with a smile: "Boss Zhong is at ease in doing things, I think it's better to take over as soon as possible, and I can also learn some operations from you while you are still in the store."

"Okay, then please take a look at the store." Zhong Shuli went out with a stack of papers half a person's height in his arms.

May in Liucheng is still flying with poplar flowers, but the air is so suffocated that there is a thin layer of sweat between breaths. When I came back from the outside sweating profusely, the new store manager came up to him and said, "Boss Zhong, someone wants to print a copy. What kind of cdr file, it seems that there is no such application on our computer."

He walked into the store and saw a few students chattering around the computer. Seeing him coming, they all staggered away to let him operate it.He took out a USB flash drive from the drawer, opened the densely packed folders, copied the application program to the computer, opened the file after a while, pointed at the computer screen and said, "Is this the effect?"

A student hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes. Please print it for us."

He leaned over to click on the option bar, glanced at the content, and then stopped: "Student, your slogan is wrong. The school motto of Jize University is not 'Economizing the world and benefiting the people, a hundred years of life'."

Several students cast doubtful eyes on one of them and asked, "Cheng Sicheng, did you find all the school's written materials? How can you get the school motto wrong?"

The besieged students hurriedly argued: "It's my school anyway, how could I make a mistake? These two sentences are written on the school's homepage."

Zhong Shuli looked at the image with uneven alignment, couldn't help dragging the mouse, and explained without raising his head: "Jize has been busy with the administrative management of the school for the past two years, and has no time to publicize the history of the school and develop Freshman education, it’s normal for you to not know what the school motto is. But the school motto is really not these two sentences, you can check it when you go back.”

Another student has sharp eyes, watching his hard-working work being repeated in the hands of an uncle in a print shop, and almost screaming: "Boss, don't mess with my design! This is a work that we have to pass the first review." .”

He responded: "Well, but the standard format for tri-fold print advertisements is A4 paper size, your size is too small, and the baselines on the three sides are not aligned."

After all, he was a young student, and the other party's face turned red, and the student named Cheng Sicheng muttered, "You said that the two sentences I wrote were not school mottos, but you said, what is the school's school motto?"

Zhong Shuli spread out his hands: "I don't know either, it seems to be something like 'helping each other, be careful in matters, cultivate one's morals and keep one's family together'."

"I advise you to believe him, because 'Benefiting the world and benefiting the people, a century of Liuze' is the slogan written by this man himself." A male voice came from the door, and everyone turned their heads to see that it was a man in a suit and leather shoes. Under the partly shattered hair are a pair of brown chestnut eyes, and there seems to be a little smile on the corner of the lips. Standing in an orange slanting sun, the skin is translucent wheat color, like an old photo that has been overexposed.

Zhong Shuli stood where he was, struggling to pull out a line of appropriate dialogue from the swarming memories: "Lu Shijun, it's you."

"It's me." He walked slowly, and the person opposite was still in daytime attire, but the first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and the cuffs were rolled up to the elbows. slide over.

Glancing at the computer, he explained to the students: "Jize's school motto is 'be virtuous, be generous with colleges, be sensitive and prudent, cultivate one's morals and family'. These two sentences are well known to all women and children in Liucheng, but if the publicity targets are old alumni from all walks of life, it is more appropriate to use the original school motto."

"No way, you just said that those two sentences were written by the boss?"

"It's really inappropriate to say that. Five years ago, for Jize's centennial celebration, the person in charge of the publicity and planning was the man in front of you. These two sentences are far more deeply rooted in people's hearts than the name of Jize University today."

The students exchanged surprised looks, and he added: "This graphic design can be improved. You should go back and learn about the history of the school before printing."

The students left in whispers, and the new store manager greeted him and left when he saw that it was late. There were only two people left in the small room buzzing with the computer mainframe and printers.Zhong Shuli stretched out his hand, but he caught a glimpse of the ink stains in his hand, the palm was sticky and wet, he quickly withdrew his hand, and asked, "Long time no see, why are you here?"

"Jize is my alma mater, today is the first time I came back to visit. When do you get off work?"

"Oh, there are fewer people on Friday, but you have to wait until nine o'clock to get off work."

Lu Shijun looked around the shop, found a computer desk and sat down, took out a notebook from the briefcase, and asked, "Wi-Fi?"

The author has something to say:

"Practice morality, red colleges go hand in hand, be sensitive and prudent, cultivate one's morality and family harmony" is changed from the school motto of the University of Science and Technology of China "advance red colleges side by side, exchange ideas and facts".Of course, the names of people, places and virtual groups involved in this work have nothing to do with reality.