Chapter Five, The Chosen One.

The old lady saw her and smiled kindly, "Girl, what do you need today?"

Most people may not know, but Li Yiwei is very familiar with it. He was once an extraordinary new-style literati, who joined the army during the War of Resistance and became famous because of the Battle of Songhu, a national hero with unwavering loyalty and courage.

He wasn't confessing. With a strong sense of self-irony, it made Yiwei feel uncomfortable.

At the end of the second day, Yiwei went to find Fei Yezhang with his densely written opinions, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He smiled meaningfully, Yi Wei was taken aback and said, "Teacher Lin..."

The car was about to enter the community where she lived, she suddenly shouted to stop the car, and slightly raised her face: "Boss, have you ever eaten Xiaohunton?"

The receptionist at the door has been half-pushing the door, but the two of them hesitated to enter, with frozen smiles on their faces. Mr. Lu gently pulled her and gestured to walk and talk.

He frowned, turned around and looked at her: "Come in."

Lù Shàojiǎn's profile seemed gloomy, but his tone was casual: "She never knew." Half-jokingly, he added, "When will she be willing to hear about my affairs?"

Fei Yezhang smiled lightly, watching her bury herself in those manuscripts with great concentration. The curvature of her jawline was beautiful and gentle, just like a diligent and studious female student. Without disturbing her any further, I turned around and left.

Yi Wei smiled shyly, sneezed, and looked down at the stack of paper.

He shook his head, stopped the car, and ate at the roadside dumpling stall set up by an elderly couple.

I once followed the thoughts of these experts in magazines such as "Reading" and "Book House", and I couldn't extricate myself for a long time. Now, I can actually hold these precious manuscripts of the old professors and earnestly start selecting topics for my column. This feeling is like someone personally opening the door to a treasure trove in front of me, filled with all kinds of exquisite jewels, with styles so unique and materials so precious that I never dreamed of before.

Do you have any manners? Why do you speak so rudely? Yiwei was in a good mood, so she didn't argue with him. "Our magazine's editor-in-chief, he's the boss."

Before leaving, Yiwei glanced at the weather and realized that it had started raining. He casually grabbed a shawl and hurriedly walked into the rain, trying to flag down a passing car.

Yiwei was busy rubbing his frozen hands and muttered, "I'm past that rebellious age." Sitting in the back seat, he became more and more angry. He had felt a little wronged, but suddenly remembered that before leaving, he seemed to have been pushed unkindly. It was as if he was being kicked out. The more he thought about it, the more infuriated he became, and he wished he could call and scold him again.

She walked to the bottom of the building, humming a random tune because of her happy mood. As she stepped into the hallway, she almost thought she had seen it wrong and turned back to confirm with a glance. The car looked familiar, but it couldn't be him, right? He hadn't contacted her for a long time, so it didn't make sense for him to come back now and pick a fight.

There isn't much stuff, just a few books and a few bottles of skincare products. She tidied up a bit, then suddenly turned around and saw Lu Shaojian leaning against the doorway, asking her calmly, "Done?"

Fei Yezhang praised while eating: "It's really delicious."

How long has it been since he called her by name like this? And how long has it been since she heard him call this name like this?

Yiwei explained to him very seriously, "This is a very formal magazine." With an excited expression, he looked like a child who had just received candy. Regardless of the fact that too much sweetness can make one's teeth ache, he just liked it persistently. "Moreover, I don't like it when you help me like this."

Qianrong was a little confused by the news, unable to recover for a while, and could only say, "God, you have been too low-key all this time."

Lushaojian's smile is dazzling: "Li Yiwei, are you mocking me?" He casually walked to her side and picked up the bag for her. "Yes. I noticed when I helped you reply to the email. You said you like working in the media and enjoy a leisurely life. I think this job suits you well. I happen to know someone there, so I took the opportunity to say hello."

How long have you been here? Lushaojian was not surprised, with a cold and restrained expression, obviously no longer angry with her.

The skin of xiao hundun is very thin, and you can see a small ball of fresh meat wrapped inside. It looks like a small gold ingot, rolling up and down in the delicious and hot soup. Occasionally, the green onions stick to the mouth with the soup, giving off a refreshing aroma.

Editor Lin looked up to him with admiration: "He is Mr. Fei's grandfather."

The editor Lin pushed his glasses and glanced at the article on cross-strait relations, comparing the political characteristics and differences between the two sides, and smiled, "It's not too bad." He added, "Xiao Li, don't worry. Even with this kind of standard, being scolded by the boss for being too conservative. With him around, nothing will happen."

The director never expected that this little girl, who looks smart and clever, would perform so poorly in the exam. He had to contact Mr. Lu Shaojian again and explained the situation in detail. However, Mr. Lu seemed relaxed and didn't seem to be upset, saying, "It's okay. It's her own fault for not doing well in the exam. I apologize for the trouble this time. If you have time, I'd like to treat you to a meal."

It is already springtime with green grass and singing birds, but when it rains at night, the wind still carries moisture and chills that penetrate straight into the neck. The phrase "wind and rain swaying" is really appropriate. Fortunately, a thin and soft shawl covers some of the cold wind.

I deliberately failed the exam because... Do you remember the forum boss? The one I often visit... I didn't know you helped me... He started a new magazine... She spoke incoherently, causing Lu Shaojian, who usually had a strong sense of logic, to frown.

Yiwei was somewhat silent, and his tone even seemed somewhat restrained: "Okay."

He quickly finished flipping through the pages, looked up at Yiwei, and nervously pursed her lips, like an elementary school student waiting for her grades.

Qianrong has not responded yet. Another leader came over to toast. She watched Lushaojian stand up, elegant and courteous, responding with flattery and politeness, as if he were a regular at the wine table. Suddenly, a feeling of emotion arose in her heart.

She could hardly help but jump up, and wanted to laugh triumphantly because of excitement. She couldn't even speak, and burst into silly laughter.

Are you his student? Did you take his class during your undergraduate studies? How about arranging to meet him next time and ask him to appoint you as the editor?

She was stunned and finally understood: "Senior Brother, did you switch jobs?"

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows again, looking at the sentence that had successfully piqued his interest.

Starlight is sparse, and there is a pleasant smell of soil in the air. Unidentified night insects chirp softly, and the breath of early spring is vibrant.

Yi Wei looked somewhat absent-mindedly as the two of them turned onto another road, but remembered the scorching hot summer days. The girls were all obediently holding umbrellas. The various colors were like ice cream with colorful jam poured over it. Every time Lu Shaojian saw her, he would always snatch the umbrella, put his arm around her shoulder, and then nonchalantly lean towards himself, feeling pleased with himself: "Hey, come over here, the umbrella is too small."

She breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll be home tonight."

Hmm... Lu Shaojian, why didn't you tell me that you had greeted the director? She straightened up and couldn't help but ask him.

Fei Yezhang reached out and rubbed her hair: "Alright, go back. Rest early."

Don't keep telling me about your set of principles. You want to rely on your own abilities and knowledge, not on connections. I'm curious, if you don't want me to help you, why do you insist on relying on that boss to get into his magazine? Huh?

Yi Wei looked envious and said somewhat sourly, "Boss, I also want to meet the old man."

Fortunately, a neighbor from upstairs passed by, glanced at the two of them, and sighed with a shake of the head, "Young people nowadays..."

She walked beside him, still coughing softly.

Lu Shaojian was slightly stunned and corrected her: "It's not an architectural firm, I am a contractor."

Because it is an old-style residential area, it is not convenient to drive in. He parked the car at the entrance of the residential area and walked her in. After taking a winding route, Fei Yezhang said, "Mr. Wang Taiwen returned from the United States a few days ago. It seems that he is preparing to settle down in China. I will go visit him."

She simply quickened her pace and stopped her, saying, "Listen to me, I went to work there. Fei Yezhang's exact words were that after three years of mingling on the forum, we know each other inside out. He felt that I was suitable, just like that."

The person unexpectedly encountered Xie Qianrong at the entrance of the restaurant, where he had never expected to hear someone's curse from the other end of the city. Qianrong was also surprised to see him, and then she said, "Oh, no wonder! So it was your architectural firm that won the bid for our company's new office building."

She found a small stool and sat down: "Two large bowls."

He interrupted her, his voice somewhat icy, as if glimpsing some unknown past: "What disgusting professor?"

Unable to hail a taxi, the night wind blew in gusts, causing goosebumps to rise. It was a real chill, from the inside out. It wasn't until she got into the taxi that she repeatedly urged the driver to turn on the heating.

He remained calm and composed, instead smiling lightly without giving a definite answer. Because he was only wearing a beige T-shirt at home, it appeared to be soft in texture, outlining a tall and straight figure. However, the more Yawei looked at him, the more disgusted she felt.

She was so angry that she lost her mind. She rushed downstairs in one breath, only to realize when she was out that she had forgotten to ask a question. Isn't he just a small architect in a design firm? At most, the design firm is considered quite famous. Where did this new title come from? Why is everyone giving him face like this? But this thought quickly disappeared, as a bigger embarrassment was looming. It seems that she forgot her umbrella at his house.

She clearly heard a disdainful "tsk" on the other end of the phone.

Senior Brother, is your relationship with Yiwei still good recently? I see that girl has found a good job and is very pleased with herself. She naturally knows the situation between these two people and asks casually.

His eyes were even more melancholic: "I have a question to ask you."

Fei Yezhang laughed heartily, with a hint of skepticism: "Really?"

He always addressed her as "Xiao Li" in a serious manner in front of others, but when they were alone, he would smile and call her "Yatou". Yiwei responded with a sound and involuntarily looked at him again. He was tall and straight, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, exuding a strong temperament, just like his grandfather who was a master of both the battlefield and the literary world.

Lu Shaojian reached out and pulled her back lazily, saying, "UV rays are harmful."

Lu Shaojian approached her, impatiently grabbing her wrist: "I don't have the patience to dawdle with you. I don't care about the things, hurry up, it's very late."

Let's consider it for now. Fee Yezhang said leisurely, raising his eyebrows. "Why not choose this one? Give me a reason."

He opened the car door, and when he got out of the car, he had an impressive demeanor. His walk was like a gentle breeze, and his gaze firmly pinned her in place.

Leader, I'm off work.

When Yiwei planned to leave work, the sky had already turned completely dark. She turned off the last light in the office and the corridor was empty, with only the editor-in-chief's office still lit. She tiptoed over and knocked on the door.

When he finally sorted out the cause and effect, his complexion didn't necessarily look any better: "I don't understand, how could you dare to meet an online friend alone like this, and casually agree to work."

The next day, when I started my new job, I unfortunately caught a cold. When I arrived at the magazine office, I greeted people with a hoarse voice, as if there was a sponge stuffed in my nose, and I had to rely solely on breathing through my mouth.

Why is he becoming more and more different from what he used to be? When she recalled this question, she happened to walk to the building and looked up at the floor where there was no light.

Yiwei was anxious, her face flushed: "How can you be so dirty! Resigning and finding a new job are completely different things!"

A tall and slender man took an umbrella, but with great elegance, he leaned towards the lady and didn't mind exposing half of his shoulder in the rain. The two of them were not very close, yet a sense of intimacy arose, as if on this chilly rainy night, this touch of affection could warm each other.

Walking behind a couple, Yiwei suddenly stopped and took a glance, only to realize how familiar it was.

It was difficult to explain like this, but Lu Shaojian still told her: "During the year and a half I spent at the design firm, I had just graduated and my father hoped that I could exercise well. Now I am the general manager of Jiaye."

Returning to my own desk, I grabbed a tissue and started blowing my nose. I went through two whole rolls of tissue in no time, and I couldn't think of what to do. Another editor, Aunt Fang, sympathetically listened to the sound of "sniffles" in the office and handed her a bottle of facial oil, saying, "Xiao Li, put some on. Look at the skin under your nose, it's all chafed."

Fei Yezhang pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "As you wish."

Because of the spring rain last night, the leaves outside the window were washed clean. The brown branches that first sprouted flowers and buds were also moistened. Yiwei trekked through the sea of books and felt nothing but happiness. The pains and disputes seemed like clouds in the sky, which dissipated quietly with a gentle blow.

Qianrong felt a little regretful in her heart and forced a smile, saying, "Perhaps she was too embarrassed to tell you. After all, it's awkward to speak to you."

When are you free? Last time, there were some things left at my place.

Not just two bowls? Normally, she only treats this as a late-night snack, but in the end, she still feels embarrassed to admit it, so she laughs and says, "Ah, that's enough for today."

He held a wine glass between his slender fingers, smiling lightly without saying a word.

She woke up and realized: "His surname is also Fei?"

Yiwei was so angry that he stomped his feet: "Why would a guy like you need an umbrella?" It's so hot today, and yet you insist on getting so close. She decided to dodge away.

When leaving, Yiwei paused slightly in the corridor. Some unpleasant memories began to surface. Yiwei shook her head and quickened her pace, as if walking faster could help her break free from the journey of time and no longer be bound.

Yiwei sneezed loudly and said vaguely, "You come up and say it. Ah... sneeze..."

Oh? Wasn't it because you didn't bring an umbrella that day? His tone was a bit strange, "I originally wanted to see if you would come back to get it - you're really stubborn."

She stood at the door: "Just hand it to me, I won't go in."

He silently followed her and asked, "How did you catch a cold?"

Li Yiwei drank the liquid that looked like orange juice in one breath. He glanced at the bleak wind and rain outside the window, clenched his fists secretly, feeling extremely frustrated. If his body collapsed again, it would really not be worth it.

She should go and see Lu Shaojian. Every time they explode into an argument in an instant, neither of them has time to reflect before they turn their backs and leave. Just like this time, if he hadn't said anything, she would never have known that he had actually helped her like this. So she could understand his anger to some extent. There is some gratitude in her heart, but also some unwillingness, so she wants to see him even more, even if it's just to tell him the reason for her resignation.

His slender body pressed over in an instant. Yiwei leaned his back against the wall of the corridor, with no way to retreat, looking embarrassedly at those bright eyes shining like diamonds in the twilight.

Fei Yezhang's eyes slightly narrowed, smiling with great ease: "Little girl, of course I will take you there. Let's see if we can persuade him to write a memoir. If we succeed, you will be the editor-in-chief."

She nodded, considering her own qualifications, how could she dare to casually make changes to the manuscripts of those old professors? The words themselves have a strong and imposing aura, as if they are not to be violated. Therefore, the powerful pictographic meaning of Chinese characters is truly a wonderful thing.

The master smiled and said, "Nowadays, young girls don't carry umbrellas just to show their individuality. My daughter is the same."

Finally remembered, before she proposed to break up, before he angrily questioned why she gave up the opportunity to pursue further studies, he did receive a phone call late at night. They were so familiar with each other, but only that time, her cautious voice seemed confused and fragile. Was she working on drawings at that time? Although he sensed something unusual and asked seriously several times, because of her hesitant and evasive answers, he became a little impatient, and then she hung up the phone. If at that time, he had put down his work and immediately went to find her, would the outcome have been different? Although he sensed something unusual and asked seriously several times, because of her hesitant and evasive answers, he became a little impatient, and then she hung up the phone. If at that time, he had put down his work and immediately went to find her, would the outcome have been different? She wouldn't have proposed to break up, they wouldn't have been stuck in the same place, and even their relationship could have improved - she could have trusted him more and not been so stubborn, and he could have protected her better. But looking at it now, just because they missed such an opportunity, they both have to bear all the bitter consequences.

After only reading the first page, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god, it's Mr. Wang Taiwen's!" Then I couldn't resist flipping through page by page. Those names, which one isn't well-known! Perhaps because these people are not used to using computers, each article is handwritten, with upright and vigorous handwriting, all of them are of great style and elegance.

Yiwei's eyes rolled, anyway, she was born to deceive people without blinking, casually saying, "Boss, spare me. My undergraduate grades were very poor, and I failed Professor Wang's class once. When he sees me, he might think our magazine is not that great."

She was a little embarrassed: "I have a cold, and it's not good if the air doesn't circulate."