long thought

When Yang Fengshi delivered the things to the director's office on Monday morning, although Chen Ziliang was mentally prepared, he was still surprised, "So fast?"

Yang Fengshi's expression was calm, as if it was just a very natural thing: "I have sent you more detailed information by email, and you can send them to them for a look."

Chen Ziliang looked at his things, and he didn't realize it for a while, "Who are you sending it to? Didn't you directly connect with Mr. Xiao Lin, who else do you want to ask?"

Yang Fengshi subconsciously reacted when he heard those three words, and he was silent for a while before opening his mouth, "This is a tripartite cooperation, don't we need to show the things to the biggest party A?"

Chen Ziliang was very satisfied with his things, and said without raising his head: "The Zeng family started selling real estate, so how can they understand these things, just contact Mr. Xiao Lin directly."

He didn't understand either, Yang Fengshi thought in his heart, or he didn't want to understand at all.

But he still can only agree: "Okay, then I will send the things to him later."

It was only then that Chen Ziliang realized that something was wrong with him. Why did he seem to be a different person? The day before yesterday he looked like a young girl Huaichun, but today it has entered winter overnight?

"What's the matter, the communication with Mr. Xiao Lin is not smooth?"

Yang Fengshi shook his head, "No, it went well." It was his fault.

How can Chen Ziliang believe him with his appearance and tone, but he can't ask too many questions. After all, this is his private matter, so he can only comfort him in other ways: "As designers like us, if we have works, we will You have confidence, you should stand upright if you have such a good thing, don’t let yourself be wronged, you know? Don’t worry, I will ask Mr. Ying to give you a bonus after the whole case is over!"

Although Chen Ziliang's words were completely different from what Yang Fengshi was worried about, he still smiled gratefully, "Thank you Director."

When he returned to his work station, Yang Fengshi suddenly felt that he was very naive, and that he had turned his anger on his personal emotional matters to his work. It was the first time he had such a situation in six years of advertising design, but he also Tell yourself that there will never be a next time.

He took two deep breaths to adjust his mentality, and then sent Lin Zhi a WeChat message: I have already finished the things, can you send me the email?I sent it to your email.

Lin Zhi didn't return until Yang Fengshi took a lunch break: I'm sorry, I just saw the news

Then it was sent by e-mail.

Yang Fengshi: It doesn't matter.

He sent it to him, and then sent it to him: it has been sent, remember to check it.

This time Lin Zhi replied quickly: OK.

Ten minutes later, Yang Fengshi couldn't help but turn on his phone to check, but he still didn't reply.

He knew that he should be looking at his own things now, but he still couldn't help but keep looking at his phone. He used his computer to chat with clients at work, and his phone was on silent, for fear that he would see the message a second later.

He was a little nervous for no reason, just like waiting for the teacher to correct the test papers when he was a child, but he lacked more confidence.

Lin Zhi finally replied: The work is very good, a series of things are completed in one go, I feel that it is a pity to do our advertisement

——He looked carefully.

This was Yang Fengshi's first thought, and his second thought was, maybe he really misunderstood him last time?Is it normal that some people can't understand the advertising drawings that I hand-painted?But he changed his mind again, Lin Zhi studied art...but the lines are like mountains...

In just a few seconds, many thoughts flashed through his mind, like two villains arguing.

Holding the phone, he didn't know how to reply. After thinking for a long time, he could only reply palely: Thank you.

As soon as the news was sent out, I started to regret it, but Lin Zhi has already sent a message: Let's have dinner together if we have time tonight

Yang Fengshi's brain was still filtering information, and his whole body was still in a state of stagnation, but Lin Zhi sent another message: call Mr. Chen together

He came to his senses now, and replied "Yes", but then he started to feel lost again, if they could eat alone... There are only two people... Two people...

Yang Fengshi woke up suddenly, what was he thinking!

The company's punctual get off work time is actually 6 o'clock, but overtime becomes the norm after a long time.

Yang Fengshi was standing downstairs in the company, the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up and put down again. He had tried his best to calm himself down, but his whole body was still tense.

"Xiao Yang, what are you doing there?" Chen Ziliang saw him standing on the steps like a stick as soon as he came out of the building.

Yang Fengshi turned his head and found that Ying Dong was also there, "Boss Ying, director."

Ying Dong smiled, "I'll go with you."

When Chen Ziliang received Yang Fengshi's message, he had just finished the meeting, Ying Dong asked casually, Chen Ziliang answered casually, and then Ying Dong said that he would come too.

"it is good."

There is one more person, Yang Fengshi thought silently in his heart.

The place to eat was chosen by Lin Zhi. It was a Hunan restaurant, not too close. Yang Fengshi and the three of them drove Chen Ziliang's car there, and it was almost seven o'clock when they arrived.

Lin Zhi had arrived long ago and was waiting in the box. When the three of them went in together, he paused on Chen Ziliang's face, smiled, then saw Ying Dong behind him, paused for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Zhu Ming?"

Ying Dong went up to meet him and patted him on the shoulder, "Long time no see."

"Why did you come?" Lin Zhi reached out and shook his hand.

"I opened a studio in partnership with my friend. It has become bigger these years, and I haven't seen it for many years. I just want to come and have a meal, hahaha."

Lin Zhi also smiled, and asked, "Why did you change your name?"

"I can't help it. The old lady at home asked someone to make a fortune. The name Zhu Ming is too boring." Ying Dong smiled, "I don't know if it is really useful, but Ying Feng has started to do it anyway."

Ying Dong is the child of Lin Zhi's mother's friend. When the two lived close together, they occasionally met each other, but they gradually drifted apart.The two exchanged pleasantries, and then Lin Zhi looked at Yang Fengshi who had been standing behind, showed a decent smile, and nodded slightly in greeting.

Yang Fengshi's heart was gloomy, and the smile on his face didn't even look like it.

At the dinner table, Lin Zhi and Ying Dong chatted very well, Chen Ziliang could occasionally interject a few words, but Yang Fengshi was completely sidelined.

"Still doing illustrations now?" Ying Dong asked Lin Zhi.

Yang Fengshi thought in his heart: yes

Lin Zhi: "Yes."

Ying Dong: "Didn't you say you want to open a studio?"

Yang Fengshi: It was opened, but it was withdrawn later.

Lin Zhi: "I opened a family with a friend in partnership. After staying for more than half a year, I still feel that it is not suitable for me."

Ying Dong: "Not making money?"

Yang Fengshi: No.

Lin Zhi smiled, but did not speak.

Yang Fengshi could answer every question, but he still didn't understand him.

Ying Dong: "How about this cooperation?"

Yang Fengshi was still in a daze, but when he heard this, he suddenly became nervous.

Lin Zhi looked at him and said with a smile, "Yang She's products are very good, and the people are also very good."

Yang Fengshi clenched his chopsticks, "Thank you." Then he lowered his head again.

Chen Ziliang was drinking wine at the side, seeing everything in his eyes, and shook his head with emotion.

"Hahaha." Ying Dong laughed a few times when he heard the words, "That's not true, Fengshi has been with me for many years, good things come out in endlessly, and no matter how many people come to dig them, they haven't dug them away."

Yang Fengshi at the side: I lied to you.

Chen Ziliang: It started again.

The atmosphere was harmonious, except for Yang Fengshi, the three of them drank a lot of wine, and he couldn't get in because of his poor drinking capacity.

After the end, Chen Ziliang asked the driver to pick up Ying Dong and left. He originally wanted to send the two of them back, but it was really not on the way, so Lin Zhi refused.

After seeing the two people leave, Lin Zhi suddenly let out a sigh of relief, "I drank a little too much."

Yang Fengshi looked at him worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Lin Zhi rubbed the center of his brows, smiled at him, "It's okay." Then he asked him, "How do you go back?"

Yang Fengshi didn't think much about it, "Take a taxi and go back." You feel so uncomfortable.

Lin Zhi seemed to have had an idea, and shook his head disapprovingly.

Yang Fengshi was puzzled: "How do you want to go back?"

Lin Zhi pointed to a bus stop ahead.

"By bus?"

"Yes, I haven't sat down for a long time."

How could Yang Fengshi refuse, worried and happy to follow him to take the bus.

There were not many people on the last bus, so they found a seat near the back, Lin Zhi sat by the window, and Yang Fengshi sat next to him.

Lin Zhi kept looking out of the window with his head tilted, as if there was something very attractive outside.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too comfortable, maybe Yang Fengshi was also a little drunk, for the first time he asked Lin Zhi without any reason: "Do you like taking the bus very much?"

"I don't like it too much, but occasionally I want to sit." Lin Zhi's voice was deep, and Yang Fengshi had to get closer, "Sometimes when I can't draw something, I will take the bus around, count the stop when I arrive, and then take a taxi Go back." He said again, then turned his head to look at Yang Fengshi, and smiled, "Stupid, right?"

Yang Fengshi shook his head seriously, "Not stupid." He will try next time.

Lin Zhi turned his head back again.

It seems that the last time they were so close was when they were in junior high school, and they were close enough to get close.

Yang Fengshi stared at the back of Lin Zhi's head for a long time, and when he realized that he was about to turn back, he quickly turned his head back, expressing the four words of guilty conscience to the extreme.

Lin Zhi sat very relaxed, with his left hand on his lap, and his right hand lightly resting on the front of the chair, placing it with Yang Fengshi's legs.

Yang Fengshi inadvertently adjusted his sitting posture, and put his hands together in the same posture as him.

The bus stopped and went, and even Yang Fengshi's heart was fast and slow, as if suffering from some kind of arrhythmia heart disease.

A little bit, a little bit, a little bit, just a little bit...Come on...

In just two seconds, it was natural and seamless.

Yang Fengshi breathed out slowly in his heart, the street outside the window seemed to be covered with stars, shining brightly.

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Another day to cheer for yourself!

PS: Zhu Ming, another name for Xia Tian