knowing advisor

That night, knowing that it was unexpectedly difficult to fall asleep.

The fleeting tiredness and ill-intentioned distraction, like clusters of stubborn red roses, grow wildly in Mingzhi's mind, making him lost in the sleepless wasteland again and again.

There was no time in the warm and dark room, knowing that he had to turn on the phone.

It was past four o'clock in the morning, and it was afternoon in Los Angeles.

The consultant at this time should be sitting in his office, handling various documents with ease.

He was an early riser, had less than four hours of sleep today, and was probably drinking his second cup of coffee of the day.

Knowing that he silently clicked on the call log, the foreign phone almost occupied the entire page.

He scrolled down slowly, and although what he was looking at was the records, it was also a tacit understanding between him and the consultant established at some time, which belonged only to the two of them.

Almost every call was made during the break time.

Of course, there are occasional mistakes.

More than a month ago, it was especially tragic.

Looking at the screen full of red missed calls, Mingzhi suddenly felt a little pitiful for the consultant.

After all, the consultant can figure out whether it's morning or afternoon here from the time difference of thirteen hours, but he can't figure out his irregular working hours, various unexpected situations, and sometimes exhausted patience with energy.

His communication with the consultant was not very satisfactory at the beginning.

During a chaotic period of thunderstorms and widespread flight delays, knowingly missed calls from advisors for days on end.

That day, he was not in a good mood.He hung up the last call and turned off his cell phone.

Before that, he never hung up on a consultant.

When he got home and slumped in the sofa exhausted, he remembered the consultant he had forgotten.

He looked at the time and called the advisor.

The phone connection took longer than ever before, and just when he knew he was about to hang up, the consultant picked up the phone.

He and the advisor, for the first time, opened with silence.

Knowing that he organized his language without energy, he told him the busyness and chaos at the airport during this time, his voice sounded hoarse.

The advisor has been listening, barely speaking.After he finished speaking, the consultant asked him if he had eaten on time these days.

Mingzhi suddenly sat up from the sofa, with his head half down, and tried several times to hold the phone tightly.

"Advisor, in fact, you don't need to call me."

He could tell that the consultant was a little tired.

The consultant was silent for a while, and then said: "You are slow to reply to the text message."

Hearing the consultant's answer, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his throat, as if a thorn was stuck in it, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Both ends of the phone fell silent.

After a while, knowing that I didn't feel so uncomfortable, when I was about to say something, the consultant spoke.

"You know, did I bother you?"

Knowing that he felt that the consultant might have misunderstood what he meant, he denied it: "No."

"I just," he leaned back on the sofa, resting half of his chin in his hand, told the consultant in a vague but calm tone, "I don't want to see you so tired."

Then he repeated: "You didn't bother me."

The consultant on the other end of the phone didn't speak immediately, and only spoke after being quiet for a while.

"Mingzhi, I'm far away from you," he slowly confessed to Mingzhi through the phone, "I can't see you, and I miss you very much, so I can only disturb you in this way."

He still uses the word "interrupt" and it sounds guilty and unsure, not like him at all.

Knowing that he was listening here, with his knuckles on his lips, after a moment of contemplation, he said to the consultant: "I won't hang up on you in the future."

Later, they continued to chat.

That phone call went on for a long time, and they talked a lot.By the end, by the end of the call, both men had forgotten about the not so pleasant opening.

In the 21st century, an era with the most cutting-edge technology, there are countless ways to maintain a good relationship.

As for the consultant, I chose the most old-fashioned and traditional kind.

***

Knowing that when I woke up, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

He avoided the wound on his forehead, pinched his temples on both sides, and felt like a drunkard with a hangover, or a helium balloon with two legs, and his whole body was light.

When he finished washing and came out of the bathroom, he heard his phone ring.

It's the consultant's phone.

Knowingly picked up the phone, he said naturally, "Good evening."

The consultant paused for two seconds habitually before saying to him, "Good afternoon."

Mingzhi took his mobile phone, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of water, and heard the consultant asking him on the other end of the phone.

"Is it better? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Mingzhi held the water glass and answered him: "It's much better, the wound has subsided and the pain is gone."

Still a little dizzy.

The consultant said softly: "Very good."

Knowing that he took a sip of water and was about to tell him to take a rest earlier, he suddenly heard a woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

He suddenly lowered his tone: "Is there anyone around you?"

The consultant didn't pause, but answered irrelevantly: "Do you have any plans for today?"

Knowing that he suppressed the curiosity in his heart, he grabbed the water glass and replied, "No."

The consultant still had no intention of answering the question, and asked him again: "Do you like surprises?"

"..." Knowing that it was delayed for a few seconds, he hesitated, "It's okay."

"Knowingly." The consultant suddenly called him.

Mingzhi put down the water glass, leaned his back against the bar, and answered him.

Immediately, the consultant's voice rang in his ears, and he could hear every word clearly.

"Can I see you?"

Knowing that he didn't understand: "What?"

The consultant had no choice but to put it another way: "I'm back in my country, can I see you?"

Mingzhi was a little dazed: "When did you come back?"

"An hour ago."

Mingzhi: "..."

He clenched his phone tightly: "Why did you come back suddenly? Aren't you very busy recently?"

"It's very busy..."

"But I want to see you more."

That's the way the advisor is, never hiding how much he misses Myeong-ji.

Knowing that he stopped talking, he still felt that he was a helium balloon with two legs, and he was about to float into the sky.

"Can I see you?" the advisor asked him again.

Knowing that he hadn't had time to answer, he suddenly heard a woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Ah Wen, do you want to prepare your meal tonight?"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly pulled away: "Wait..."

The next second, she was pulled back again—"Auntie asked me if I'm having dinner at home tonight."

The consultant sticks to the phone to ask for his opinion.

"What do you think?"

There was no other way, knowing that he had no choice but to rub the center of his brows, and told him the answer with a pursed smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the consultant on the other end of the phone call back to the person next to him:

"No, Aunt Fang, I'm going out to eat tonight."