When my mother said the name "Su Jing", I stood at the door like a petrochemical. The door had already opened, but I couldn't go in for a long time.

"Uh...I don't know, I'll ask her tomorrow." For a moment, I didn't know what to say, so I had to find a reason to make excuses. On the surface, I was making a phone call, but in fact I had no idea where I went.

I couldn't help but laugh in my heart, "Ask tomorrow? Haha, where will I ask, who will I ask?"

As I expected, my mother immediately rebuked: "It's time to go home for the New Year, why haven't you discussed it yet? Can you, a child, be more concerned about your relationship? You are so kind!"

I patiently explained, "I'm busy with work, and there's a jet lag at home and abroad. You're not unaware of it, mom."

Old Liu retorted unyieldingly and said, "I tell you, if you don't bring Su Jing back during the Chinese New Year this year, then you shouldn't come back either."

Everyone in the world has a "verbose mother". Naturally, I know that it is all for the good of my children, and I understand that it is all manifestations of "a sharp tongue and a tofu heart", but everyone will have emotions...

I held my forehead with one hand and put my phone away. If I follow my mother said that, I really don’t have to go home for the New Year this year.

After I was silent for a while, I replied, "I understand, I know, Mom, you go to bed early. I just came back for a while and I have to go take a shower." My tone began to become a little impatient.

At the critical moment, Lao Cheng would "help" in time. I heard Lao Cheng say to his mother, "It's getting late, so just let the children rest. This is not bad for this time. Children will have to go home for the New Year sooner or later."

My mother said dissatisfiedly: "Yes, yes, yes, every time I talk about Cheng Ting and Su Jing, you will talk sarcastic words next to you just like you have nothing to do with you."

"The emotional matters of those dolls really have nothing to do with me."

The conversation between the two elders almost made me laugh. So I found the right opportunity to say to my phone, "My mom and dad, you can rest early, I'll hang up the phone first."

After hanging up the phone, the whole room finally returned to its original quietness. A short while later, the door of Yang Fan's room was opened. He walked towards me in a coat and a cigarette that had not been lit. He asked without any pain: "Your mother probably mentioned the 'Su Jing' to you, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so distracted."

I asked dumbly, "You heard it all?"

He lit the cigarette with his head on his back and replied, "Silly, do you think I have a good ear? How could I hear the sound of talking on the phone through the wall? I only know that you are calling your parents. With this look, you will know it as soon as you guess."

I simply sat by the threshold, smiled bitterly, and said, "Don't eat alone, throw one over."

Two big men, one sitting on the ground and the other leaning against the wall, tacitly turning on the lights or talking, smoking cigarettes in the dark room, completely igniting the thoughts with memories.

"Actually, we all understand that once some things pass, they can never go back. It's not that we can't let go. But when we think about them, we miss every bit of the past... It starts with memories, stops with nostalgia, and that's all." Yang Fan looked up at the ceiling, lowered his voice and spoke.

I savored what he said carefully, and combined with the artistic conception at this time, his words were like the smoke floating in the air at this time, with a unique taste.

"The older you are, the harder it is to be as free and easy as before, dare to love and hate, and give true feelings but feel the ending back to an empty ending. Even if you meet someone you think is 'right' next time, you will become cowardly." I followed his words and sighed.

"Cowardly... there may be, but the most important thing is probably that it corresponds to that poem."

"What poem?"

Yang Fan blew the ashes, glanced at me, and said, "I used to be a waste of water, but Wushan is not a cloud."

I took a puff of cigarette hard, stood up from the ground, pulled a smile out of the corner of my mouth, and replied, "It's not necessarily true. People should still be full of hope for the future. 'There will eventually drown for the sea, and no longer have lovesickness to the sea'."

Yang Fan first clicked, but soon waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, it's okay, don't be nervous at night, just wash and go to bed!" After that, he snatched the cigarette butt in the ashtray and turned back to his room.

After taking a shower, I also went back to the room, with only one thought in my mind, that is, to fall asleep as soon as possible to end the night.

......

At the end of the year, even during the rush hour, the subway stations are no longer as crowded as before. Everyone says "Autumn Harvest", comparing autumn to "harvest", but in modern cities, the time before the New Year is the time to truly harvest.

When I arrived at the company, although my colleagues who had not returned home were all staying in the company, they all worked quietly, like a cold production line machine, making the entire office look a little deserted. Soon, I turned into a "machine" and joined it.

"Cheng Ting, come to my office."

I raised my head and my eyes shifted from the direction where the voice came from before the computer screen. The man was Li Minghui who was looking at me expressionlessly.

Li Minghui's office location is the same as Han Yue's before, but now the layout inside has been transformed beyond recognition by him.

"Cheng Ting, are you busy with work recently?" He crossed his fingers, leaning his back against the computer chair, and looked at me and asked.

I said calmly: "Fortunately, my work is arranged by Manager Li. You should be very clear whether you are busy or not. You can say anything that Manager Li wants to say directly."

He obviously didn't expect me to say so straightforwardly, so his face suddenly became a little uncomfortable. After changing his sitting position, he went straight to the topic: "That's right, if your work here is not very busy for the time being, I'll give you a task."

I didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue talking. I remembered that night a few days ago, when I heard the conversation between him and Wang Hao in the midnight snack stall. At this time, I already knew his plans in my heart, but I was not in a hurry to expose him, but used the trick so that I could see this good show later.

Li Minghui took out a information bag from the drawer, pushed it to the table in front of me, and said, "This information bag contains a calculated financial statement, which also includes a quotation and some receipts. The customer also needs these things. You go and help me with it, just write a stamp on the information and stamp it. I will have another meeting later, so I can't get rid of it, but the customer has said hello."

"Okay, no problem."

Li Minghui didn't expect that I would agree so directly. He was stunned for a moment before nodding and said, "Well, then you go, thank you for your hard work."

When I returned to my work station, I first passed all the information related to this project on my computer to my mobile phone, and then went outside the company to find a coffee shop with a small family traffic, and chose a seat in the corner.

I took out all the information sheets that Li Minghui gave me, put them on the table one by one, and then compared the project materials copied on my phone one by one. It took about ten minutes to check all the forms on the table. Strangely, according to the plan that Li Minghui and Wang Hao had discussed at the beginning, wasn’t it just to tamper with the financial forms? But the numbers on these forms are all accurate, and there is no problem. So where did Li Minghui want to do what he called “hands”?

I put on my headphones and listened to the recording of that night a few more times. After thinking for a while, I still had no idea and had to take one step at a time. So I took all the information on the table back into the information bag and went to the customer's company.
Chapter completed!