knowing advisor

The consultant wanted to say that he was not a very possessive person.

Occasionally, however, he would tie himself to Mingzhi with flimsy ties.

For example, it is clearly a wrong idiom, but he will still put himself into it in his heart with some stubbornness, making a harmless little joke that only he knows.

One night in Lisbon was like a wonderful button that turned on another side of life, making slight changes in the consultant's uneventful daily life.

At first, he would only think of Mingzhi before falling asleep.

What is his green citrus boy doing now, the advisor wonders?Is he still busy?Do you have time to answer the phone?When talking to others, do you also considerately keep eye level with the other person?

Will he be the same, always thinking of himself inadvertently.

Miss Ming knew this, and the consultant never shy away from it.

Later, this kind of childish and unreasonable longing subtly dispersed into the daytime.

When the car passed the street in the afternoon, looking at the giant screen glass of the skyscraper opposite, he would also think of Mingzhi.

The slap is smaller than him, the corner of the mouth that can't hide the smile, the way he eats very slowly, and the two small shell-shaped ears.

These unforgettable, subtle combinations broke his unchanging life and became an infinite loop in his mind.

***

On the other side of the ocean, some people's lives are quietly changing.

Everyone said that they knew that when they came back from vacation, they became a little different from before.

During work, almost every break point, Mingzhi's cell phone will ring on time.

Sometimes it's a phone call, sometimes it's a text message.

Someone once ran into Mingzhi in a long-vacant lounge on the fourth floor of the airport.

At that time, he was talking on the phone, although there was no one else around, his voice was still very soft, as if the person on the other end of the phone was speaking to him in the same tone.

Knowing that he was originally standing in front of the French window with his back to the door; when he turned around, he found that he had disturbed others' rest, and left a little apologetically.

Afterwards, colleagues never saw him in that lounge again.

As for where he went, who knows.

The earth is so big, you can always find a secluded place to talk on the phone.

***

At twelve o'clock in the evening in West Fifth District, the consultant called Mingzhi.

No one answered the phone, that's the norm.

But at the time of lunch break, it was a bit abnormal.

However, the consultant waited patiently and dialed the number again after half an hour.

The phone was hung up.

The consultant didn't say a word, staring at the mobile phone screen, and 10 minutes before one o'clock in the morning, he made a call.

The phone was hung up again.

This time, the advisor didn't wait any longer.

The phone was quickly picked up, but the voice from the other end was not knowing.

"Brother, are you annoying? People are being rescued now, and the business development will wait for the next time!"

With a bang, the phone was hung up.

The consultant pursed his lips, his face was ugly.

A few seconds later, he made another call.

***

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mingzhi got out of the hospital and got into the car that Fred called for him.

The journey was not long, and when we got there, knowingly reaching into the bag to get some money, I found my phone in a daze, and suddenly remembered something.

He quickly paid the driver, got out of the car, went upstairs, and got the keys.

The first thing you do when you get home is turn on your phone.

Sure enough, as he expected, the top lines of the call log were marked in red, all from the same number.

He dialed back the past without hesitation, and only remembered another thing at the moment when the screen interface changed.

West Fifth District, it's past three in the morning.

The phone was picked up almost immediately, knowing that he hadn't even had time to press the hang up button.

"Knowingly."

I don't know if it's because of the quietness in the room, but I know that the consultant's voice sounds very clear, but I also feel that the signal on his side is not very good.

"Hmm." Mingzhi responded lightly.

"Are you ok?"

"I," Mingzhi was stunned, and then said, "It's very good."

"Someone answered the phone just now, saying that you are being rescued."

Mingzhi: "..."

"It was my colleague who answered the phone just now," he said to the consultant, leaning against the wall of the entrance, with his other hand on the bottom of the phone screen, "I think he was going to say first aid, but he mistakenly said first aid." .”

Then he added: "I'm fine now."

From the time I picked up the phone, I knew it clearly. The consultant on the other end of the phone had a very serious tone, the seriousness of being overly nervous.

"Is it fine?"

"correct."

As soon as the voice fell, the other end of the phone was suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

After a while, the consultant's voice sounded, still very serious, but not so nervous.

"You know, you can tell me the truth."

Mingzhi thought about it, and answered him: "I still feel a little dizzy, and the wound hurts a little."

"What happened?"

"A passenger couldn't help him check in because of a visa problem. The passenger couldn't listen to the explanation and made a fuss at the airport, so he was beaten..."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and said stupidly: "I have to continue to strengthen my negotiation skills in the future..."

"Knowingly."

The advisor called his name, interrupting him rarely.

"You are not a negotiator, what should be strengthened is self-defense."

After finishing speaking, he was silent for a while before speaking: "I thought we lived in a civilized modern society."

Mingzhi lowered his head, stared at his toes, and comforted him: "This kind of thing doesn't happen often."

As soon as the words fell, he chuckled lightly, lowered his voice, and said against the phone: "I'll tell you something, don't tell anyone else..."

Hearing laughter from the other end of the phone, the weight on the consultant's heart was only a little lighter.

"what?"

"When my colleague came to help, he secretly punched the man."

After finishing speaking, Mingzhi couldn't help laughing again.

The consultant on the other end of the phone didn't smile, and remained silent for a few seconds before saying something that was extremely inconsistent with his personality.

"If I was here, I would beat him openly."

Mingzhi smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "I don't want it anymore, my colleague's hand is swollen, and he walked away with an ice pack on it."

The consultant's hands were so beautiful, he couldn't bear to let those beautiful hands get hurt.

The advisor still didn't smile.

"I know, where did you get hurt?"

Hearing this, knowing that it was difficult, he raised his arm, touched the medical band-aid on the forehead, and confessed: "The forehead is scratched, no need for stitches, and a slight concussion."

The advisor fell silent again.

Mingzhi comforted him like a big brother: "Actually, it's okay. I was soft-headed when I was young, but now it's hard."

He paused for two seconds, then continued: "I broke my head when I was a child, and I needed several stitches."

The consultant's voice was very low: "Then what do you do?"

Mingzhi thought about it for a while, and told him: "I just kept crying, the eldest brother is not at home, and the auntie is terrified."

As he spoke, he slowed down his speech: "Actually, it's okay. I bled a lot at the time, but it didn't hurt as I imagined. I just felt that I should cry."

He smiled: "Speaking of it, I'm scaring myself."

The consultant spoke and asked him seriously: "Do you want to cry now?"

Mingzhi said softly: "No, I've grown up."

The consultant was silent, and then said: "I know, if you want to cry, it's okay. There is no law, boys are not allowed to cry."

At this moment, Mingzhi still felt dizzy, but he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

He wasn't even angry because of the advisor.

"When I was young, I was not afraid of pain, but I cried." He told the consultant, "When I grow up, I know the pain, but I don't cry much."

"Knowingly, I will be better to the service staff in the future."

The consultant's voice rang in Mingzhi's ears, although he was far away, his tone still sounded so clear and sincere, as if he was not at the far other end of the Pacific Ocean at this time, but beside Mingzhi.

"Because of you, I seem to understand them better."

Mingzhi smiled and said thank you to the consultant.

In fact, he also wanted to tell the consultant that you are good enough, better than many people.

But it is already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and it is almost dawn in West Fifth District.

Knowingly ask the consultant: "Are you going to take a break?"

On the other end of the phone, the consultant was unusually quiet and did not respond naturally enough.

"Ah."

"Get some rest earlier," Mingzhi told him after a slight pause, "I will take sick leave tomorrow, and I will also rest the day after tomorrow. I can basically answer the phone."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, holding the hot phone, I realized that I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand.

***

On this side, just after the call ended, the consultant began to miss Mingzhi.

He restarted the car's engine and drove on.

On the way to the airport, the sky before dawn slowly split into a boundary between light and darkness, and the air gradually became dry.

When passing a tall billboard on the side of the road, the consultant suddenly had a very strong feeling in his heart.

This feeling had appeared once many years ago, but in this silent dawn, it appeared again, accompanied by the rhythmic traction, it was continuously amplified, and it was infinitely moved, filling his entire heart and chest.

Getting acquainted with Mingzhi is common, so common that you don't have to explain it to anyone.

Life gave him an accident that he didn't need to explain, but it made him uncomfortable and less like himself.

However, the counselor is clear that he welcomes this little accident in life, his own maladjustment.

He is willing to accompany Mingzhi on the other side of the ocean, watch the lanterns go up together with him, and listen to the tides back and forth with him, even if the sky around him is dim and the street lamps are lonely.

Only things related to Mingzhi can make him feel the depth of the years and find a fulcrum for the future.