Chapter 3 Chapter two

In the evening, my husband still didn't come home for dinner as usual, but what disturbed me was that he didn't come home all night.When I woke up again at night and found that there was no husband in the study, I panicked.Thinking of the conflict with Chang Tianli during the day, I suddenly felt the seriousness of the matter.Since Chang Tianli can slander me like that, the problem my husband is facing may be more serious and embarrassing.This also reminds me of the reminders from others that my husband said, and Yuan Yilin's advice to him.As my middle school and college classmate, Yuan Yilin was also my suitor at one time, so he was considered my husband's rival in love back then.I don't know what Yuan Yilin said to her husband, and what his intentions were.I think I have to talk to Yuan Yilin, I want to find out what he knows.

After my son went to school, I washed and dressed and went to my husband's work unit.It was a rainy and humid autumn morning, and my hair, which I tried my best, became limp because of the humidity. Although I cleaned it up for nearly half an hour, the annoying autumn rain still wiped out what I had done before going out. All the hard work was gone, as I saw clearly in front of the huge mirror in the front hall of the Dali where my husband worked.It was this glance that made my already gloomy mood suddenly more depressed, and replaced it with a bad premonition: my trip will not have any good results.

It wasn't time for work, so the building seemed to be still asleep, and I stepped out of the silent elevator all the way to my husband's office.As expected, after knocking on the door three times, the door opened. Under his unexpected gaze, I squeezed in sideways, and almost at the same time as I stepped forward, I smelled the smell of smoke lingering in the office.Habit makes my first reaction is to open all his windows, and then tidy up his messy bed.Then I sat down, sitting on his bed, and carefully turned my eyes to the impassive face behind the desk.It was a gloomy and cold face, and the expression of refusal seemed to tell me that without any effort, everything was irreversible.No, I don't believe it, I made a last-ditch protest to that expression in my heart, I want to save, save my family and marriage.I don't believe a family ends so easily.

The husband refused to say a word, and still sat indifferently, and the room was full of embarrassment.There was a gust of wind blowing from the wide open window, and with the smell of rain and dust, I felt my mind suddenly wake up.One or two pages of paper on the desk were blown up by the wind, one page fell under my feet, and one page fell on the desk.I stood up lightly, picked up the pages one by one and put them back on my husband's desk.Taking advantage of the trend, I walked around to my husband's chair, thinking, maybe I accidentally hurt his self-esteem, and I wanted to ask for his forgiveness.

I squatted in front of him, put my head on his lap, and said softly, please forgive me, I didn't expect to get into trouble writing a novel. He still didn't speak, just firmly pushed my head aside, as if pushing a nasty dog.I didn't look up because I didn't want to see the look of disgust on his face, which would take away my confidence.When his hand was loosened, I leaned my head on his side cheekily again, and wrapped my arms around his waist.I said, that's a story, a fictional story, and you can't assume what I did like the bad-hearted Chang Tianli. He pushed my head and hands away again and stood up.I also had to stand up.

He stood opposite me, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his indifferent eyes, and then disappeared like a spark beside a bonfire at night.At the same time that the spark was extinguished, he spoke, and his tone was more relaxed than his face just now. He said, I don't believe what you did, it's what you caused, do you understand? I am puzzled, what can cause it?Stories are originally written, and there are beauty and ugliness in the stories. Aren't there so many people writing them?Am I just... He interrupted me, in a much harsher tone than before, and said they could write whatever they wanted.You can not.

I felt that his words were unreasonable and too domineering, so I prepared to use stronger reasons to persuade him, but before I could open my mouth, he stretched out his hand in my direction, and then hinted that I should not open my mouth.Then, in an even more unreasonable tone, he said outrageously, I have no right to say who wrote whose business.Now that you've written it, it's over.It's that simple! After saying this, he brushed past me, and before I could react, he stepped out of the door, and the moment he was about to disappear, he didn't turn his head back, like throwing a rotten apple Throw out a word and bring me to the door when you leave!

Watching his back walk from the house to the outside until he disappeared, I just stood there without moving, because my mind was still thinking about how to persuade him and how to refute him.And when he suddenly disappeared from my eyes, I realized that this kind of hard work and thinking were no longer necessary.Dismayed, I smelled the fresh, cool air coming in from the window, watched the slight shaking of a few scattered papers on the desk under a cup, and the black swivel chair behind the wide desk looked like a The big black hound was squatting and glaring at me, as if it would jump up and bite me if I made any uncomfortable moves.I couldn't help shivering.I just remembered that my husband is now a well-known doctor, scholar, and chief engineer in the government department.All kinds of positions and honors, as well as the pride in his nature, have brought his stubbornness and self-willedness to the extreme.

There was already movement in the corridor, and the sound of walking and greetings came and went.Legs in skirts or trousers hurried past through the door that the husband had left open.Just as I was standing in the middle of the room, thinking about the next action in a panic, suddenly after two light knocks on the door, a young and beautiful woman's face came in through the crack of the door, and almost at the same time, came A sweet greeting: hello!What about Mr. Yu? After being surprised, I stared at the beautiful woman's face and shook my head in panic.After the door was closed again, a terrible prediction suddenly appeared in my gloomy heart: did I have an affair?As soon as this idea flashed, I suddenly felt a catastrophic fear.A minute later, I regained my senses and slammed the door of my husband's room.I decided to scour his office for clues.

Except for the locked drawers, I flipped through them one by one in detail, looking at them page by page.As a result of peeping, instead of finding traces of his extramarital affairs, he accidentally found an envelope with an unclear address.It was a computer-printed letter signed by a well-wisher: I was dumbfounded, what is this?False letter?Who would harm me like this!My hand holding the letter began to tremble, and a fire began to burn in my chest.If I had a knife in my hand at that time, if the person who wrote the letter was right in front of me, I believe, I would have stabbed him to death.Although I am most afraid of seeing blood!

I don't know how I left his office, and I don't know how I got into the street.When the rain was like thin lines pouring on my head and body from the air, I realized that I had walked a long way.Surprisingly, I didn't forget to ride my bike.The sky was gray and I walked from block to block with burning hatred and fear for the future, not knowing where to stop.In the vast gray rain and fog, that simple anonymous letter, like a terrifying white face, kept flying and shaking in front of my eyes.No wonder Yuzhi suddenly became interested in my work, no wonder he insisted on separation, no wonder he didn't listen to my explanation.For such a proud and self-willed man, this letter is enough reason for him to divorce. The road is still stretching under the wheels, the rain is still flowing overhead, the tide of anger and fear is flowing down from the top of the head over and over again, flowing through the eyebrows, flowing into the eyes, and I finally feel that the eyes are brought by the rain. The astringent pain is uncomfortable.So, I stopped the car, stood in the rain, gently touched the rain on my face, and finally covered my grinning mouth with my hand, and cried silently. What else can I say?What else can be salvaged?I have completely lost confidence in the future, and I have also lost my illusions about Zhi.If the original self-confidence came from my own innocence, then today's false accusation letter made me feel dumbfounded all of a sudden.I know my husband very well, a man who never entertains any fantasies, does not do any useless labor.For him, the process is always secondary, and he only pays attention to the result.Therefore, when the behavior brought about such a result, the purpose of the letter was not what he cared about at all.From this point of view, the person who wrote the anonymous letter not only has a deep hatred with me, but also understands Yu Zhi's temper very well. Someone was over me to greet me.I woke up from the crying just now, and at a glance, I saw a snow-white face flashing beside the person who greeted me.In the drizzling rain and fog, that white face overlapped with the anonymous letter that had been floating in front of my eyes, and the white flowers floated slowly in front of my eyes that were blurred with tears: it was Chang Tianli!The woman who has hated me for so long! is her!My angry heart finally tore a ray of light in the chaotic state.I believe it is this woman who not only hates me but knows my husband well.Although the letter intentionally revealed that she was a man, I think this only proves that she has no money here.In our many years of getting along, she has always overwhelmed me with absolute advantages in all aspects, including her beauty, her high-ranking family, her husband who runs a company, etc., are her capital to show off.Especially when Yu Zhi left her job to study foreign languages ​​because of the poor efficiency of her work unit before going abroad, she kept taking every opportunity to humiliate me, humiliating my humble background, my husband’s incompetence, etc., to satisfy her superiority and vanity.However, when Yu Zhi returned with a doctorate and became the chief engineer of the largest overpass in the city overnight, I also had the capital to show off.I remember one time when she was showing off her wealth, I said nonsense that after finishing the project, she would be employed by a company in the United States with an annual salary of $180,000.At that time, her face turned almost purple.In addition, the publication and award of my thesis not only challenged her superiority, but also became a big stumbling block for her to fill the position of deputy director.Therefore, for the sake of psychological balance and to achieve her goals, I believe she will take all kinds of despicable means to vent her anger.What's more, years of friction have accumulated too much hatred between us. Chang Tianli's figure had disappeared into the building. I stopped at the door of the unit and looked at the door of the building, and found that I dared not step into the gate.I am not afraid of Chang Tianli's blows to me, including her usual humiliation and attacks on me, but I can't stand such a destructive frame, because only Yu Zhi, my son and my family are the most important things in my life. important content. what should I do?At that moment, I stood in front of the building and found that my challenging courage yesterday had disappeared without a trace. I felt that I was never as reluctant to see her or face her as I am today.Animosity for her had receded into the background amid concerns about the future of her marriage.The strongest thought I felt was to avoid this woman, to avoid the present pain, and to avoid the ominous future. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, so I turned the car around and left the unit by bike.Although my clothes were soaked, I couldn't care less.I know that fearful things cannot be avoided, and all the things that should happen are not effectively blocked, and they will come after all.But what do I do now?Where should I go?I don't know, I don't have any idea... Just like that, I walked aimlessly through the misty heavy rain again, letting tears and rain crisscross my face. I don’t know how long it took, but I found out that at the intersection of my house, I didn’t get off the car, but rode back to my husband’s work unit. I still didn’t get off the car, because I knew it was useless to find him now.So I continued to ride, turning at red lights and going straight at green lights.I felt more and more cold, and at some point, I stopped crying. I was just thinking wildly, thinking of Chang Tianli's viciousness, thinking of her husband's indifference, thinking of the director, and thinking of Yuan Yilin.That's when I felt like I had a purpose.I want to go to Computer City to find Yuan Yilin. A quarter of an hour later, I knocked on Yuan Yilin's office with rain dripping from my head.Yuan Yilin stood in the door, well-dressed, with an exaggerated expression of shock on his calm face, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, staring at him for almost five seconds without recovering, while the document in his hand was almost at the same time. Just like a huge chicken feather floating behind.I don't know if it was the look on my face that scared him, or the way I got wet, or maybe both.I think in that mood, like a drowned chicken, I might really be like a lost soul and imminent catastrophe. After I took the towel he handed me and wiped my hair and face, I drank a cup of hot tea. Only then did I see clearly the sharp-edged face of Yuan Yilin who was sitting across from the sofa.The determination and self-confidence on his face are the same as that of him in college back then, only a little more mature and a little less arrogant. In his concerned eyes, I felt for a moment that I didn't know how to start.I wanted to explain it from the beginning, but I didn't know where to start, so I just vaguely said that we have a problem. My incomprehension made him even more confused. He stretched out his hand and touched my forehead lightly. I think he must think that I have a fever and am talking nonsense.Next, he poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to me again and said, don't worry, tell me slowly. After drinking the second cup of hot tea, I felt a little warmer and calmer.I said, Yuzhi doesn't want me anymore. I feel much calmer, and I feel that I can rationally talk to Yuan Yilin about my problem.But when I said for the first time that Yuzhi didn't want me, I found that my emotions suddenly collapsed, and tears flowed out for a while.I don't know if it was because I faced this problem clearly for the first time and said it clearly, or because I had to admit it for the first time, I burst into tears. He stood up, obviously startled by me.He asked nervously and hastily, why? I raised my tearful eyes, looked vaguely at the swaying tall figure in front of me, and said, because of that novel, someone wrote an anonymous letter to him to falsely accuse me. He fell silent.In this silence, I began to sob softly again involuntarily.The beautiful computer mainframe on the desk hummed monotonously, the water dispenser started circulating heating again, the tiny motor sound mixed with the computer sound, it was almost indistinguishable.I know I am waiting for his aid. When the heating sound of the water dispenser stopped suddenly, he finally spoke with a frown. I already had a premonition of your problem.A month ago, Yu Zhi once told me that someone sent him a letter scolding you and scolding him too.I advised him not to take it seriously at the time, but I didn't expect such a big trouble. He sat down, stared at the computer in front of him thoughtfully, shook his head and said, Yu Zhi learned to design, and his thinking was extremely precise, especially his stubbornness and pride in his nature made it difficult for him to understand the meaning of literature and art. thing.What's more, he is a person who wants to save face and suffer. If he really heard someone attacking him, his reaction would be reasonable.He withdrew his eyes from the computer, turned his head, stared into my eyes, and said confidently, "Well, I'll go talk to him, nothing will happen.Perhaps, in a few days, he himself will calm down. In his promise and judgment, I seemed to get some comfort, and seemed to have accomplished some kind of task.Then I declined his invitation and wandered out of his building like a ghost. The rain had stopped at some point, and the sun shined brightly on the earth and everything on the ground through the freshly washed sky, including my half-dry clothes and damp emotions.I slowly pedaled my semi-old bicycle through the crowds, crawling forward feebly like a wounded animal in the forest.I knew I had to go to work next, and it was better to be late than absent.I also knew that the next thing I had to face was Chang Tianli, although it was still unclear whether she was the one who wrote the anonymous letter. Chang Tianli was not in the office, so I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.When family conflicts linger like a shadow in my heart, Chang Tianli is the one I most want to avoid, especially the suspicion that she may be anonymous, which makes me feel a kind of pressure and fear invisibly.I sometimes feel that this woman is like a terrible witch, who can transform into a ray of air everywhere at any time, squeeze into your life, your family, and even your privacy... She has such extraordinary abilities, she It can also remember every word you say, everything you do, even down to the price of each piece of clothing you have, what month and date you ate.I think that the reason why it is difficult to make achievements in business and learning is probably because she almost devotes all her energy to fighting over trivial matters.I always work and speak in fear of her computer-like precise memory and reminders and corrections at any time. I also have to endure her sense of superiority, arrogance and contempt for us rural people from a high-ranking family.What kind of woman is this?I really struggle to figure it out sometimes!I want to leave this woman one day, the farther away the better, one day I want to prove that she is the guy who wrote the anonymous letter, and one day I want to let her know that I am not worse than her. Zhou Zhuwen had already finished reading the newspaper serial. He leaned over by the table, looked at me with infinite admiration and said, Sister Ping, it’s really good. I didn’t expect your writing talent to be very good. I think you are actually more suitable for creative writing. the way. I can hear that Zhou Zhuwen is sincere, but at this moment, the evaluation of this book is not as important to me as it was at the beginning.If it is important, it is more of a fear, and it is almost like a scar for me that I am afraid to uncover, unwilling to be mentioned or seen.Facing Zhou Zhuwen's praise, I just forced a smile on my face to express my gratitude. While absently sorting out the materials given to me by the director, I listened to Zhou Zhuwen's cheerful discussion.In fact, I didn't hear what he was saying clearly in my heart, I just nodded politely and kept echoing along.When he mentioned that the director's wife was hospitalized and Yang An was accompanying her in bed, I understood what I should do now. I stopped what I was doing, raised my head and asked Zhou Zhuwen, should I go and see if I can help? Zhou Zhuwen blinked his big clear eyes, and replied without thinking, of course, this is a good opportunity, don't you still want to evaluate the title? I am very grateful for Zhou Zhuwen's reminder, and I also admire Zhou Zhuwen's cleverness and sophistication.At noon, I bought a lot of high-end supplements and went to the hospital according to the address Zhou Zhuwen provided. Yang An had just finished eating, and was reading the evening newspaper by the old lady who was sleeping on the hospital bed.I stepped in with a lot of things, and the expression on Yang An's face was like seeing an alien.I think that my previous nobleness may make him feel that my behavior today is a bit unbelievable.I didn't care about Yang An's expression, I just wanted to know where the director is, otherwise I wasted money today? The bed on the opposite side was empty, apparently no patient was assigned.I think it must be the result of the deputy dean's care.As I walked towards the bed and sat down, I inquired about the director's whereabouts.It turned out that the director, Chang Tianli, the director's classmates, and the deputy director had lunch together.When I understood the whereabouts of the director, I was once again frustrated by the difference between myself and Chang Tianli, and kept blaming myself in my heart why I couldn't come one step earlier?However, even if I come early, what can I do if I don't know how to drink and socialize?Thinking of this, I suddenly hated my previous innocence.Just because of my pretentious self-admiration, I am like a poor and humble snail, facing everything in the outside world and only having the ability to escape.Of course, he couldn't win the favor of the director and get everyone's approval, which is why he fell into such a situation in the evaluation of professional titles.Sometimes when I analyze myself, I feel that it’s not that I don’t care about fame and fortune, it’s just that the pursuit of fame and fortune requires too many things, and these things are the most difficult to give up in my nature.Therefore, when I lost more and more things as a result of clinging to these things, I adjusted the balance of conscience for myself.I think there may be nothing wrong with conforming to history and the times, conforming to the world and human feelings, like many people around me! The director's old lady fell asleep on the drip, and Yang An told me that he had already eaten, and the old lady also ate a little.Seeing that I didn't intend to leave right away, he asked me if I had eaten.I said not yet.I think I must wait for Li Zifeng to come back before leaving.I listlessly flipped through the two newspapers handed over by Yang An, and listened sensitively to the heavy or light movements in the corridor amidst the smell of Lysol water and various food smells.At this moment, I really hope to smell the hateful perfume on Chang Tianli, because this smell means that Li Zifeng is coming, and it means that my investment can be seen by the owner. One noon passed, and the director still didn't come, and of course Chang Tianli's scent didn't come in either.My stomach has started growling.Just as I was hesitating whether to leave or stay, Yang An's pager rang next to me.After reading the content of the pager, he looked up and stammered, asking if I could stand for him for a while. Yang An ran away, and I sat by the old lady's bed, not knowing what to do.Actually, growing up so big, I have never served patients, especially such an old lady.So, sitting there I don't know what to do.The old lady was still sleeping peacefully, and the age rings were engraved with wrinkles on her aging and sagging face, which made me sigh the cruelty of life.Her skinny hands were exposed outside the quilt, and the needle was hidden by a few pieces of white tape. There was still half a bottle of yellow liquid in the infusion bottle.I don't know why, maybe I was too idle, looking at the old lady sleeping soundly on the bed, I thought of my mother who had no memory, and my old father who stayed alone in the countryside, and my eyes became moist in an instant. I haven't seen my mother since I can remember.Due to her untimely death, I have hardly any impression in my mind.When I was a child or even in my youth, when I saw my classmate's mother, I had fantasized about my mother's appearance many times, and I was sad about it.But ever since I became an adult and had my own child, I almost forgot that I was also born by my mother.In my consciousness, as long as family affection and parents are mentioned, all the images in my mind are the elderly father.When talking about childhood and growing up, people always associate it with the warm embrace of my mother, but I grew up under the protection of my father's male hard shell.It was my father who gave me everything, and it was my father's meticulous love that filled my heart that lacked maternal love.Therefore, my father is my sky, my mother. The old lady seemed to have some inspiration. When I was looking at her face intently, recalling my father in the countryside, she suddenly opened her cloudy eyes, like a candle that was about to burn out. , releasing the last light.The sigh of life and the memory of my old father made the kindness and tenderness in my nature flow out like a hot spring underground.I gently told the old man: I am your son's subordinate, if you have anything to say, just say it. I peeled a banana for the old man and handed it to her mouth.I also made her a glass of milk and prepared to feed her. However, she didn't seem to need these, but still looked at me with cloudy eyes.As I slowly removed the spoonful of milk from her mouth and poured it back into the glass, I saw the expression of gratitude welling up in the creases of her face.And behind the grateful expression, there seemed to be some kind of embarrassment that was trying to hide.In the following doubts, the unique sensitivity of women made me understand the old man's problem, she wanted to urinate. I didn't feel disgusted or afraid of getting dirty. In front of this strange old lady, I naturally handed her the potty and helped her lift the quilt. Although it was clumsy, I still stuffed it under her body.In this series of actions, I didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, I seemed to be dominated by some kind of sacred duty. I only felt that I was a kind woman, a noble woman, and I was proud of it. Maybe my performance was too good, and at that moment, maybe I touched the heavens.God miraculously sent the director Li Zifeng here.At that time, I was lifting the potty from under the old man and preparing to pour it out. Li Zifeng stood at the door, saw the bedpan in my hand, and froze in place.Chang Tianli, who just walked up behind him, was also shocked when she saw the scene in front of her.While a trace of excitement flashed across Li Zifeng's face, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Chang Tianli's face that had turned red from alcohol.I think they must have never thought that a woman like me, who has always been self-proclaimed, would be so ingratiating to the leader and treat the elderly like this.While stammering words of thanks, Li Zifeng snatched the bedpan from my hand and walked out quickly. When he came in again, he had already calmed down. He affectionately handed me a clean white towel and urged me to wash my hands.I walked past him and smelled the alcohol on his breath, his body odor, and the perfume on Chang Tianli's body.I walked past Li Zifeng's quiet eyes, but during that short journey, I felt something strange and gentle behind his peaceful eyes, and I felt satisfied and relieved.When I just walked to the door, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and then, almost at the same time as I was about to step out, Yang An rushed in and almost bumped into me.He didn't bother to say hello to Li Zifeng, but kept apologizing to me, Sister Ping, you're starving, I forgot you didn't eat, I'm sorry!Sorry! I also forgot to eat, maybe because I was too hungry, I didn't feel hungry at all.I shook my head to express to Yang An that it didn't matter, then walked out the door and walked to the bathroom.When I came back to say goodbye to Li Zifeng and Yang An, Li Zifeng picked up my bag by accident and told me that he was going to take me to dinner. On this day, the relationship between me and Li Zifeng, which was respectful and far away from each other, changed.The first time I had a meal alone with Li Zifeng, and it took almost two hours. It was a sunny afternoon with cool air. At the repeated invitation of the director, I left Chang Tianli and went to a restaurant near the hospital with the polite director.Because it was not time to eat, the entire lobby except for the waiters in twos and threes was just the two of us.Facing Li Zifeng alone, I felt like he was a different person. Almost all the impressions formed in the office changed, and even the eyes behind the sparkling lenses became radiant.I think sitting in front of me is a funny and elegant man with white glasses, a man who is peaceful and approachable.When I made this discovery, I felt that the nerves that had been tense in my heart began to gradually relax.I'm hungry! When the dishes arrived, facing the delicious food on the table, I tried my best to control the impatient feeling caused by hunger, and tried my best to make an elegant eating posture.As if intending to relieve my mental burden, Li Zifeng defied the politeness and politeness of the office, picked up a large chopsticks dish for me and put it on a plate in front of me, and kept urging me to eat more.Then, he continued to explain that this dish can beautify the skin, that dish can replenish calcium, this dish can replenish blood, and that dish can "grow up", and at his suggestion, I also took a sip of wine.In this way, in the humorous atmosphere he created, my tightness, politeness and politeness were gradually infected by his ease.Not only did I gradually get used to talking with him as a friend, but I could also occasionally say a few witty words according to his mood, which made our conversation almost no longer mixed with the color between superiors and subordinates, and became like friends Peaceful and close.After I had enough food in my stomach, he controlled our eating speed while extending the content of the conversation more and more widely, which made our relationship more and more harmonious. Li Zifeng said that I am a very smart woman, a very qualified woman, a very kind woman, and a very understanding woman.He also told me that he hoped that I could be more active in my work and be more motivated. He said he hoped that I could give full play to my ingenuity.Because he is willing to give me better and more opportunities, as long as I work hard. Haven't I made up my mind to change myself?Isn't this a great opportunity?Driven by this kind of motivation, I felt my brain became more active and bolder. I took the initiative to toast with the director and drank a glass of wine again, and began to make shameless confessions and flattery while drinking.I said, I used to think that the director was very serious and difficult to get close to, but now it seems that I was wrong, in fact, you are very romantic, director; It seems that I am too ignorant of the world.In the end, I said temptingly, Director, from now on, you have to treat me as your own person, and I will try my best to do well no matter your personal affairs or work. I don't know if I'm flattering Li Zifeng or confessing myself, or both.In short, after saying this, Li Zifeng's bald head became brighter and brighter, and I could even see the orange light from the nearby wall lamp through the bald head.Looking at Li Zifeng's bright forehead, I suddenly remembered a sentence in a sketch: a flat road does not grow grass, and a smart head does not grow hair.So I told Li Zifeng, you are so smart, you are the first man I admire after working. I seldom praise people, maybe my stinginess makes Li Zifeng sound more authentic.Because Li Zifeng smiled brightly like a child after hearing my statement.The bright forehead in the bright smile once again reflected the lights from all around in front of my eyes.Then I thought again, this is a man with hypersexuality, what would he do without a woman? When we were about to finish eating, both of us expressed our reluctant feelings towards the restaurant. It seemed that there was something between us that we hadn't said clearly, and there was something we hadn't finished.If there is any trace of this day other than the change in our relationship, it is a consequence of my staggering because of alcohol when I walked out of the hall and down the steps, which will be described later. I will mention this consequence.At that time, because I couldn't see the steps under my feet clearly, I almost fell on the director when I stepped into the air.In the end, she was carried by the director with one hand on the waist and one hand on the shoulder. Throughout the evening, my heart was racing with a sense of relief that even outweighed the fear and sadness of the family issues.Until dawn, I kept repeating this belated experience in my heart: I never thought it would be so easy to flatter the leader, and it would be so joyful to flatter the leader.