Leaving the past behind 2019

Design two groups.

"Sister Ling, I want to ask you something." Li Jiageng eagerly moved the computer chair to Sister Ling.

"Say."

Sister Ling got a stack of picture albums of European antique villas from nowhere, piled up as high as a hill.

"Our President Zhou..."

He just made a start, and Sister Ling went on and on: "Unmarried, French Chinese, 32 years old, an older sister on the top, and a younger sister on the bottom. I don't know the love history. Tell me, are you asking for your sister or your younger sister? Let me tell you first, I don't care about being a younger sister."

Li Jiageng went crazy: "...No, can you listen to me!"

Sister Ling then closed the picture album in her hand, and turned to Li Kageng seriously: "I'll give you 5 minutes."

So Li Jiageng recounted what happened in the morning to Sister Ling, and the details were appropriate. He passed by the tree-lined sidewalk and was almost late. He glared, these belong to the details.

At the end, he was full of worry: "Tell me, will he wear small shoes for me?"

Sister Ling was overjoyed after hearing this: "Wake up quickly! People who are doing big things probably have forgotten your troubles long ago. Don't worry about being poor here. Go and do what you should do!"

As he spoke, he froze his swivel chair, and pushed him back to the computer screen.

With Sister Ling's words here, Li Kageng finally got over his troubles.

The first day of work was very heavy. Sister Ling selected the parts that fit their theme this time from the pile of picture books, and pasted fluorescent sticky notes on the content of each book related to the theme, so that they could browse directly. After selection, the content covers almost every book. At a glance, the stack of picture albums is like a small colorful ladder built in a mountain of books.

If you complain about suffering, you still have to do the work. Sister Ling, Xiaoyan, and Li Jiageng each claim a group and draw inspiration from it. Of course, this method is not necessarily used, but looking at the finished product album is by far the most efficient way. I went shopping one store at a time, and I couldn't finish shopping in a week.

Looking up from the book, the three of them all looked pale.

"No, I'm going to wash my face." Li Jiageng rubbed his face, stood up, and didn't dare to make any big movements, because his head was full of ceramic dolls, and it felt like it would rattle when shaken.

Xiaoyan snorted: "What's the matter with washing your face? If you smoke, just say you smoke!"

Li Jiageng squinted at her: "You know what, you have to go to the smoking area to smoke. Everyone smokes there. I don't want to smell like other men's smoke."

Xiaoyan covered her mouth and smiled: "Hey."

Sister Ling also stood up: "I'm going to make a cup of coffee, who wants it?"

Li Kageng and Xiaoyan: "Both!"

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Li Jiageng smoked a cigarette steadily in the cubicle first, consciously relieved his fatigue, then turned on his mobile phone and chatted with Li Henan for a while, this conversation is one-way, because both of them are working, and the other party often sends a sentence: What are you doing?

After half an hour and 10 minutes, I can reply to the last sentence: I am thinking of you.

So Li Jiageng replied several times in the cubicle, all of which were: I miss you, I want to hug, I feel dizzy from reading and I need to kiss—this kind of spoiled WeChat.

After sending it, he read it again, and saw that the WeChat he had sent had taken over the screen. He closed the phone in satisfaction, and when he walked out of the cubicle, an advertisement from the early days inexplicably popped up in his mind: blue bottle, a bottle top Six bottles!

I don't know what's so funny, but when he walked to the mirror and turned on the faucet, the corner of his mouth was still raised.

"What's so fun?" A voice came from behind.

"It's nothing, it's just a brain twitch..." Li Jiageng replied subconsciously, raised his face, but saw in the mirror that the person behind him was Mr. Zhou!

Why are you everywhere? Your surname is not Zhou, but Cao, right?

Li Jiageng straightened his expression immediately: "Mr. Zhou."

"Heh, you recognized me this time? It's an honor." Mr. Zhou stood beside him, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash his hands.

What about the person who promised to do great things? !

Why do you still remember this? !

"No, it was... I had a brain twitch this morning." After answering, Li Jiageng wanted to twitch himself, the left one twitched, the right one twitched, and the twitches continued endlessly. The boss hired you to come to work, not to twitch of!Thinking of this, he hurriedly said again: "I don't often have brain twitches, I just..."

"Haha. All right, don't explain, I don't blame you. Your surname is Li? Which Li?"

"Dawn of dawn."

Why are we still talking?Should I also ask his surname which Zhou?But there is nothing to ask, Zhou Wu and Zheng Wang's Zhou Bai!Could it be the porridge of millet porridge?

Of course, Mr. Zhou couldn’t hear Li Jiageng’s tirade in his heart. He had already washed his hands, took out two paper towels to wipe his hands, and after throwing away the paper towels, stretched out his right hand to Li Jiageng: “Li at dawn, coincidence, my name is Zhou Tianming, Li, It is said that it is better than dawn."

Li Jiageng half-understands the last passage of the other party's ancient text, but he can also hear the meaning that the dawn is the dawn, is it a coincidence?What a coincidence?My surname is Li, and I'm not called Liming. Besides, aren't you a French-Chinese, and your Chinese is quite fluent?

Li Jiageng originally wanted to dawdle for a while by washing his hands, he didn't want to go out with the big boss, so he stretched out his hands after drying his hands, and his hands were still under the running water.

After realizing his impoliteness, he quickly pulled out his hand and wiped vigorously on both sides of his trousers.

"Li Jiageng, Jia...um, Geng...cough, um, my name is Li Jiageng, sorry, I didn't specifically look up the meaning of these two words."

Zhou Tianming held his hand: "Jia, the original meaning is beauty, but in modern times it has extended meanings such as auspiciousness and happiness. Geng, usually refers to age. Now you know what your name means, it is a very good word."

When he said these words, Zhou Tianming didn't let go of his hand, intentionally or not, and even clenched it a little bit. Li Jiageng avoided his gaze and hurriedly said, "Well, thank you Mr. Zhou, I learned a lot today."

Zhou Tianming smiled and said nothing more.

Watching Mr. Zhou go away, Li Jiageng spent a while in the bathroom before going out.

I don't know if it's because I'm sensitive, but when I pass the public area, I feel that everyone looks at him a little differently.

"Genggeng, sister asked you something, don't lie to sister, okay?" As soon as she sat down firmly under the seat, sister Ling came to him, her tone was very light, but with a trace of solemnity, she kept looking around, Observe the movements of Xiaoyan, another team member in the office.

Sister Ling is a bit of a heroic person, and she rarely shows such a mood. Li Jiageng couldn't help but solemnly said: "Sister Ling, you ask."

Sister Ling paused: "What is the relationship between you and Mr. Zhou?"

"what?"

Li Jiageng didn't hear clearly for a while, or he heard clearly but didn't understand.

Facing his staring expression, Sister Ling frowned, and leaned back in the chair: "It seems that they really spread the word."

"What? What nonsense? Who spread what—me and who? What happened?" Li Jiageng asked repeatedly.

He didn't understand why he just went to the toilet to be lazy, so why did he steal the pornographic news?No, no, hold on, it's not peachy, I'm crooked, but others don't know, so don't be scammed.

"Hey, you also know that the company originally said that you are the rich second generation. Today, a colleague said that he and Mr. Zhou entered the building together, and then Xiao Liu also said that he met you in the elevator. At that time There are only you and Mr. Zhou in the elevator, and the atmosphere is not very friendly. It seems that you are trying to embarrass Mr. Zhou..."

"Oh my god—" Li Jiageng covered his face, it was really a wrong step, a wrong step, his own oolong incident could be extended to this.

"I heard you explain it, of course I don't believe it." Sister Ling quickly continued: "But they don't know, who would have thought that you have been in the company for more than two months and still don't know what the boss looks like?"

"Yes, it's all my fault, I'm too mentally retarded."

"Geng Geng," Sister Ling interrupted him: "Sister told you, don't explain, just let them misunderstand, if someone asks you, just smile vaguely, don't deny or admit it."

"That's not good."

Is this the trick of playing foxes and fake tigers?

"There's nothing wrong with it. Anyway, Mr. Zhou won't be able to stay in the company for long in a year. You can live comfortably, and no one can hinder anyone. Just do your job, but no one makes things difficult for you, isn't it good?"

It does sound somewhat reasonable, but... Li Jiageng asked suddenly: "Sister Ling, if I really have something to do with Mr. Zhou, I mean if, if I really have something to do with him, then what kind of relationship do you think we have? ?”

Sister Ling took a serious look at him, turned her head and recalled Mr. Zhou's appearance, and finally concluded: "Brother, right? It can't be an uncle or nephew? Anyway, even if there is a relationship, it's the kind of distant family. You don't have that turtle smell on you." .Why are you asking this?"

"Hey, it's okay, just ask."