Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Love, stay safe

After drinking half a cup of coffee, Yingjun's stomach began to ache again.It wasn't fear or anger, but on the contrary, it seemed to be in a daze, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, but his whole body was weak.It wasn't that she was completely unprepared. A long time ago, rumors spread in the company that the higher-ups planned to send another group of people to help.It is said to be helpful, but everyone knows it very well in their hearts. After all, the IPO project is the most strategic resource, as long as it is successful, the audit within a few years will be considered as complete.

Vivian didn't take it seriously, "Sudden airborne, it's more hateful than a third party getting involved!" Ying Jun didn't comfort her. In fact, she needed to calm down before she could recall what happened today. The meeting was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning, and Yingjun finished watching the PPT for the last time at nine fifty.All kinds of data are accurate, the graphical analysis is clear at a glance, the descriptive text is easy to understand, and the usage of grammar words is precise, everything seems to be impeccable. At ten o'clock sharp, Partner showed up with other senior managers, and Yingjun and his colleagues stood up to welcome them. Partner is an old man of Malaysian origin. He speaks fluent English with a unique accent in Southeast Asia. He introduced the team behind him, especially the leader, "Mr. Song."

The tall and straight man stretched out his hand to her, his voice was low and sweet, "Song Lang." Ying Jun's fingertips felt cold, she seemed to be drunk, a little top-heavy, like stepping on soft cotton, and her heartbeat became extraordinarily rapid.In fact, she has never been drunk, and she has a good capacity for alcohol. When she graduated from college, she had a casual meal and all the male students on the table collapsed. She is a born accountant. During the meeting, Song Lang still spoke Mandarin with a pleasant northern accent, "I hope that the two teams will become one from now on, and then everyone will only have the concept of 'us'."

Yingjun felt the heat in her ears for no reason, it was ridiculous.He didn't look at her at all, maybe he had already forgotten that she was so generous that public and private could be so clearly distinguished. There was a welcome dinner in the evening, and she was a little late when she arrived downstairs in the restaurant, and happened to run into him again.The two of them were suffering alone in the cramped space of the elevator.The fate was so coincidental that it was like a prank. If anyone told her, she would probably sneer at it, thinking it was a vulgar and rotten eight o'clock absurd plot.Going around, Song Lang will become her colleague, future partner and competitor. From today onwards, they will each lead a team to work hard.Although it will not be a life-and-death situation, it still needs to be done step by step.

When getting out of the elevator, he pressed the button in a gentlemanly manner, signaling her to go first. She thanked her without looking sideways, but just after taking two steps, she felt a chill on her neck.The MIKIMOTO necklace that was worn on the neck suddenly broke for some reason, and the pearls suddenly fell to the ground like beans in a pod that was split open under the scorching sun. Before she could react, Song Lang had already squatted down to pick up the pearls one by one, so she squatted down too.The elevator door closed silently, and the elevator descended again, but no one cared about it, the two of them just concentrated on looking for the scattered pearls.Finally, I gradually found a necklace, only the last one couldn't be found, and I don't know where it fell, maybe it fell into the gap in the elevator.

Ying Jun said: "Forget it, don't look for it anymore, I will go to the counter to get one." He stared at her, Yingjun saw himself in his eyes, a very small cluster of shadows.He seemed to sigh inaudibly, but she didn't hear clearly, or she heard it wrong.Song Lang never sighed, because in his life, there are only wonderful things, and there should be no regrets. She held the chain with only a silver buckle, and felt very depressed, as if she was caught off guard at the beginning, and her love was cut off. After all, it is self-willed, the same self a few years ago.At that time, she had just come out of school, and she had to learn everything again. The pride of the top student had long been worn away by reality, and she only felt that it was hard work.After completing a project, she no longer needed to lose weight. When she returned to the hotel room late at night, she didn't even have the strength to apply a mask. The first thing she did was to fall on the bed and stretch her tired limbs and cervical spine.

At that time, the two couldn't see each other at all. She was working on a project in Chengdu, and Song Lang was doing an internship in Hong Kong. Both of them were so busy that the time to connect on the phone was precious.There were many nights when she was lying in bed listening to the phone, and she was able to fall asleep. The physical and mental load has reached the limit, and no further aggravation is allowed. It's just a small dispute, so she said angrily, "It's better to break up." She clearly remembered that he on the other end of the phone paused, and his voice seemed exhausted, "Then let's break up."

The elevator goes up again.The bright and warm light cast from the ceiling complements the blurred sea of ​​lights in the distance.The outdoor elevator is like a huge clear crystal box, slowly rising in the night sky, but his profile is still incredibly handsome. Ying Jun remembered that when she and Song Lang agreed to get married, they would go to Japan for their honeymoon, because they watched a lot of Japanese TV dramas when they were young, and they always felt that it was a romantic place.One year after breaking up with him, she only had a vacation, so she went to Japan alone, and she couldn't help but stand on the 333-meter-high Tokyo Tower, watching the night gradually darken.

Tokyo and Shanghai are actually very similar. The same bright lights, full of prosperity. It's just that without him, no matter how prosperous the background is, it will be desolate. In the tea room the next day, Vivian suddenly asked, "Senior Sister Fang, are Song Lang and us alumni?" Ying Jun looked at the junior sister who had joined the company for just a year, nodded and smiled, "Know yourself and know each other." Vivian smiled, "A hundred battles will never end." Thinking of tit-for-tat confrontation, it is actually just an undercurrent. After all, everyone's final common goal is still the same.However, Song Lang has excellent ability, meticulous in doing things, gradually convinced the public, and finally even admired Vivian, "People say that the outside of the gold and the jade are in the inside, but it is rare for Senior Brother Song to be consistent."

Seeing her smiling like a flower, Ying Jun felt very sad. At work, Song Lang takes good care of Vivian, but not out of line.Ying Jun always felt that she was too sensitive, until one night when she was doing an audit at the company site, and worked overtime until late at night, everyone's faces were pale and their eyes were red.Ying Jun felt a stomach ache and drank cup after cup of coffee, as if the pain in her chest could only be suppressed by the heat. Vivian muttered while doing things: "If I have a bowl of porridge to eat at this time, I would rather lose ten years of life."

It's fine if she doesn't talk about it, but when she talks about Ying Jun, she feels even more unbearable stomachache.The incandescent lamp was as bright as day, and everyone looked up from the mountain of data, and everyone seemed to have not recovered.Song Lang was already saying: "I know there is a porridge shop that can still deliver food at this time." It was just that there was no cheering from the audience. When the porridge arrived, it was soft and sweet. Everyone couldn't help but twitch their index fingers, and they all dropped the data to eat the porridge.Song Lang seemed to be casual, and handed a piece of Yuanhuo lean meat porridge in front of her, "Miss Fang." Ying Jun thanked very politely. "Where's the eight-treasure porridge I want?" Vivian lifted the lid of the porridge, "Come out the eight-treasure porridge!" Because he was young, such behavior did not appear frivolous, but lively.Just when I was in a good age, I stayed up all night and now I don't even have a trace of fine lines in the corners of my eyes.Ying Jun thought, she didn't need to look in the mirror to know that she must have become a giant panda long ago, working with two dark circles under her eyes. Someone found the eight-treasure porridge and handed it to Vivian.Not long after, Yingjun heard her laugh, "Ah, Brother Song, do you also eat eight-treasure porridge?" His voice was cheerful, as if he had discovered some unexpected surprise. The Yuanhuo in the spoon tasted bitter after chewing, Yingjun swallowed it down. Before the project was finished, Yingjun was admitted to the hospital because of stomach bleeding.Great ambitions can't stop illnesses coming like mountains.The subordinates and colleagues who came to the hospital to see her felt infinite regret.This IPO project was fought for by her at the beginning, and this disease was completely handed over to Song Lang. Lying on the hospital bed, she could still joke with her colleagues, "This time I was really tired and vomited blood." Someone told her that Vivian and Song Lang were on a business trip to Tokyo, so they couldn't come to see her. Ying Jun didn't change his face, and calmly changed the topic elsewhere. After staying in the hospital for two weeks, I finally don't have to answer all the phone calls and emails, and I don't have to be called urgently in the middle of the night to tell me which key data is wrong. Ying Jun took the unprecedented big vacation since she joined the industry, and she would lie on the hospital bed and play PSP every day after finishing her IV drip.Playing around, she can only play old-fashioned Zuma.Strings of marbles are like colorful pearl necklaces, and sometimes by chance, the entire pearl chain will disappear in the collision. Gradually numb, the time in the ward seemed to freeze, only the game console in his hand made a "bang bang bang" sound.At dusk, she finally got through the customs clearance, and it turned out to be nothing more than that. It's just that he didn't expect that Song Lang would come to the hospital to see her alone after he came back, carrying a flower basket, and specially bought a piece of Yuanhuo lean meat porridge.She entertained him like any other colleague, politely peeling fruit for him to eat.Under the fingers, the apple peel gradually rolled out into a slender roll, but both of them remained silent.Perhaps her alienation made him feel bored. After he left, she opened the porridge.The breath is slightly bitter, she has never liked salty porridge, he is afraid that he has already forgotten it. She put the porridge aside. The nurse came in to take her temperature, and when she saw the porridge, she praised it: "Huh, Yuan Huo porridge? This is the most nourishing. You should eat more of this when you are sick." For a moment, Ying Jun was a little shaken for no reason.On the night of overtime work, under the incandescent lamp, with his slender fingers, he picked out the bowl from the takeaway bag and gave it to her.He clearly knew that she didn't love this, but he also knew that she had stomach pains since college. Yuan Huo tasted bitter when he chewed it carefully, although the porridge was almost cold, Ying Jun still swallowed it in one gulp. When I returned to work, I happened to have a meeting with Sponsor. Vivian hugged the notebook and lamented: "I would rather do two audit projects than deal with Sponsor." Song Lang didn't speak.Ying Jun felt that he had lost some weight and looked haggard.When she was not around, the whole team was led by him, and it was difficult for him to carry the trek through mountains and rivers.At the end of the project, everyone was so hysterical, wishing that the Sponsor could sign the contract tomorrow, so that this hot potato could be pushed out. I don't know when, it has become a tradition to eat porridge for supper after working overtime. As usual, someone calls to order takeaway. Vivian held a bowl of eight-treasure porridge and handed it to her, "Sister Fang, try this." Before Yingjun could speak, she heard Song Lang's voice from behind, "I want to eat eight-treasure porridge, give this to me." Vivian immediately passed the porridge to Song Lang, but Yingjun remained silent. On the computer screen, Song Lang's profile picture on MSN is gray, but his signature is an incomprehensible sentence: "Shanghai is already summer." It's already summer in Shanghai? The seasons pass, but the office building is always controlled by the central air conditioner to 23°C, the incandescent lights on the ceiling are bright day and night, Ying Jun always wears skirts and a thin cashmere coat.She didn't know what season it was outside. She glanced back at Song Lang who was close at hand, he was concentrating on talking on the phone. The spoons in this porridge shop are very unique. They are not the usual disposable plastic spoons, but bamboo spoons scooped out of bamboo. In college, he often waited for her on the playground.At that time, she liked the eight-treasure porridge outside Ximen, and he bought it with a lunch box. He ran all the way in the cold weather, and when she sat on the stand to eat it, it was usually still slightly hot.At that time, they had a pair of bamboo spoons, which were exactly the same, with a picture of a silly panda on the handle. They bought them when they went to Qingcheng Mountain together during the summer vacation. She thought about it, and changed her signature on MSN to: "Yuanhuo is actually quite delicious." Song Lang was still offline, but after a while, his signature was changed to: "Sweet porridge is not suitable for stomach problems." I didn't expect him to be online, and I didn't expect him to explain it specifically. She was a little embarrassed, but also a little happy, just like when she was a child and her friends lived in the same apartment building, she still had to make a phone call, but now she is so close, but Respond from a distance by means of MSN's signature.She looked up just as he turned and smiled at her. From that day on, Yingjun paid more attention and often looked at his signature.Busy and dark, her signature is "Vieter Zhan Yue Yong", and he changed his signature to "Invincible". The combination of these eight characters makes people feel energetic. Fortunately, no one has noticed their little secret. The day when the two sponsors signed the contract happened to be Song Lang's birthday. Everyone took the opportunity to boo and ask for Song Lang's treat. Even the partners joined in the fun, and Song Lang naturally readily agreed. The project is considered to be a successful conclusion, and everyone feels completely relieved and relaxed.The buffet was really full. During the dinner, Vivian half-jokingly asked the Partner for a vacation, but the Partner dismissed it slowly.The Malaysian old man spit out Chinese characters word by word: "It's okay to get married; it's okay to have children; it's okay to be sick; it's okay to rest." But Vivian turned her face, looked at Ying Jun, imitating her partner's tone cheerfully: "It's okay to get married! It's okay to have children! The more you fight, the more courageous you become, the more invincible you are!" Everyone burst into laughter, and Vivian couldn't hold back any longer, "Senior sister, you are so disrespectful to hide it from me. Everyone has agreed a long time ago, this time we must let you and Senior Brother Song treat us!" I didn't expect that all the little secrets were seen by everyone. Ying Jun only drank a little bit of red wine, but for some reason she became drunk, her cheeks were hot, and she dared not refute with a guilty conscience.Perhaps after an operation, her stomach was finally absorbing alcohol. After eating the buffet, it was already dark.This city is the most beautiful at night, Qionglou Yuyu, bright lights.Ying Jun stood by the street waiting for a taxi, but Song Lang drove up from the underground parking lot and stopped beside her. Neither of them spoke on the road, as if words were redundant. He sent her all the way downstairs, and finally said to her: "There is something I forgot to give you." Her heart skipped a beat.The corners of his lips curved, and he spread his palms. The pure white pearl was lying in his big palm, round and plump. It was the one that he hadn't found since the necklace was broken last time. She gave a soft "ah". He smiled a little shyly, as if the big boy who had waited for her on the playground in college had stood before her again after several years of youth, making people feel dazed and confused.She heard him say, "Then I went back to the elevator to look again, and finally found it under the carpet." She was almost at a loss for a moment, and after thinking for a while, she asked him an irrelevant sentence: "'Shanghai is already summer', your signature from a long time ago, what does that mean?" He was startled, and finally smiled and said: "The spring in this city is very short, I thought the spring has already passed." Isn't love like this, fleeting. Fortunately, there is a chance to come again. He reached out and took her hand, "Do you want to take a vacation?" "Ok?" "I want to take a vacation," he said. Yingjun smiled. why not?