Chapter Seven, Falling Flowers and Flowing Water.

Fei Yezhang did not express his position, but he looked at her deeply: "I do not reject it. As long as it is something beautiful, something that can make people feel true, good, and beautiful, keeping it in one's heart always has its benefits."

Li Zewen seemed a little displeased, sighed, but her tone was playful: "How could it be? Senior Lu, you always treat me with such courtesy, as if receiving foreign guests." She didn't say the implicit meaning, but still vaguely hinted, "Unlike how you treat Yi Wei..."

She has always been a clever woman who knows how to fight for what she wants. Just like her current job, in the first round of resume screening, she was eliminated. However, she insisted on submitting another one and went directly to the location of the second interview. In the end, she successfully convinced the interviewer after several rounds of screening and achieved great success.

He loosened his grip on her hand, then tightened it again, causing Yiwei's fingers to ache. Then, Lu Shaojian raised his eyes and spoke calmly, "This is what you said."

Tongyuan is a coastal city with cool and pleasant sea breeze. As a livable city, when driving through the urban area, there are large areas of greenery, like a huge filter that blocks out irritants and dust.

Her tone carried an unimaginable power, as if it had precisely touched a dark spot deep in Lu Shaojian's heart, causing him to be slightly startled. However, the two handsome faces that were so close did not separate. His eyes brightened, as if stirred by anger, provocatively moved closer, and his straight nose almost touched hers. Then, this man announced in a lazy tone, "Alright, I will give it a try."

But of course she didn't. The green taxi disappeared in the traffic on the street in the blink of an eye, as if it had completely melted into it.

Liyiwei sat in the plane without idle, with all of Wang Lao's collected works by his side, reading attentively. Fei Yezhang did not disturb him, but gently tapped the flight attendant when she came to pour drinks: "Sometimes, it's good to relax when getting close to people."

Her eyes never left the document as she greeted, "Have you woken up?"

The hotel they stayed at was right by the seaside. Yiwei stayed in a single room with a window that overlooked the azure blue sea, where the water and sky seemed to merge into one, creating a breathtakingly beautiful color that took one's breath away. In such a beautiful city, even though the purpose was not for leisure or relaxation, it still made people feel refreshed and rejuvenated.

After drinking, Lu Shaojian smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

When Lu Shaojian returned home, the entire residential area was quiet as if it had fallen asleep. As his car's headlights flickered, countless small insects swarmed towards it, forming a large ball of flowers that fluttered up and down, unwilling to disperse.

She finally remembered what had happened. That scratch seemed to be her own masterpiece. At that time, she had even cursed and sworn that she wouldn't let him step into the house again. But now he was sitting in her room so openly and honestly. She could only frown, look at him, and sigh, "Forget it. We've had so many arguments, and I haven't been surnamed Li many times."

Yi Wei didn't notice anything, giggling, "Boss, chatting with you is really comfortable." She slightly pursed her lips, lightly "hmphed," recalling her past with Lu Shaojian, verbal battles, sarcasm, never a moment of rest.

Sitting in the hospital receiving intravenous fluids, Li Yiwei was also restless. It seems that he is really getting better soon and can start to be active. After a while, he even wanted to drink cola and tried every means to get Lu Shaojian to buy it. Lu Shaojian was busy reading documents and ignored her, he stretched out his hand and flicked away her hand that was pulling at his clothes.

So Yiwei learned that even intellectuals, once they reach a certain age, still have such hobbies.

He lowered his head to look at her, while Yiwei stared back without showing any weakness. He suddenly blinked his eyes, his tone unchanged, as if reconciling, but clearly not, as if lightly abandoning something: "Of course, you wouldn't want to take my car back."

Sometimes I think to myself, but I can't help feeling disheartened: so many things, do they really have to stay in the books, waiting for future generations to have such ability to pick them up one by one and put them into reality? However, this can only be the only consolation. Where else can someone be like her, with pure and firm eyes, believing that the path she is taking is the one to be changed, and even willing to give up everything?

His eyes slightly cooled, his jaw tightened, with a half-smile he said, "I really have nothing better to do."

She leaned weakly against the back of the chair, remaining silent. This silence had a stubbornness that was almost childlike, with teeth biting into lips, revealing a pale bitterness. She lifted her eyes again, looked at the remaining half bottle of liquid, and suddenly stood up: "Nurse!"

They left the hospital one after the other, without looking back.

The beach underfoot, stepping on it feels soft and mushy. Yiwei held the shoes in her hand, feeling the tiny gravel playing hide-and-seek with her skin on the soles of her feet, just feeling comfortable and interesting. Such a good mood, such a good atmosphere, even the topics feel exceptionally warm. She talked about herself on a winter afternoon, lazily carrying a chair and sitting on the balcony, casually flipping through Mr. Ba Jin's "Random Thoughts". Suddenly, she came across this passage:

After a while, he turned quietly and looked into her eyes, smiling: "Li Yiwei, I really miss the time when you had pharyngitis and couldn't speak. This world was so peaceful." She had it before and received treatment at the school hospital. She had to hold a tube in her mouth and constantly spray anti-inflammatory medicine into it. She could only watch the people around her who accompanied her, but couldn't utter a single word.

Before going to bed, Fei Ye Zhang called to inform her that she will be on a business trip tomorrow: "Wang Lao has already returned. He first went to his hometown Tongyuan. We will go there tomorrow and try to meet him."

Li Zewen smiled: "Senior Brother, I have tried it myself. You don't need to politely brush me off. It's not very tasty. But drinking this in spring is good for the body." She put on an oversized T-shirt and ran over, looking much smaller than usual. Under the light, she looked cute and pretty, like a big doll.

Yi Wei was taken aback, and a strand of long hair fell down. A clear and bright gaze emerged from behind the hair, with a crisp and refreshing voice: "I was just joking. Although our magazine is just starting out, it's not bad."

Yiwei seemed a bit absent-minded and casually asked, "What do you mean by pursuit and faith? For example?"

There was suddenly a figure beside me, and Yiwei turned around and smiled, "Boss, are you also taking a walk?"

Yi Wei smiled awkwardly and said, "So, are you going or not?"

She sat on the sofa for a long time, watching the night gradually immerse, like the coolness rising little by little. She thought with some difficulty, in fact, it's nothing. People are always like this, from adaptation to discomfort, in the end, they can always get through it.

The sweet voice on the phone sounds like she's laughing: "Only by calling the landline can we confirm if you're at home, otherwise it's a wasted call."

Under the hazy yellow light, Li Zewen's eyes shimmered like flowing light, complemented by the extremely casual coat she wore. It created a wonderful charm, as if she were an exceptionally enchanting angel or an endlessly alluring saint.

In the afternoon, a faint fragrance of blooming locust flowers in the courtyard drifted in through the window. A cup of clear tea was placed next to the computer, and the sunlight penetrated through the cup and condensed into small spots of light on the light yellow desktop, lively and agile, like water and clarity.

The taste of the soup is average. Modern people pay attention to health, and are unwilling to add too much MSG or chicken essence. Ducks are also raised on feed, so when you taste it, there is no amazing feeling. Lu Shaojian took a sip, and his heart was slightly moved, praising, "It's very delicious."

She chuckled softly and said, "We live very close to each other. Anyway, I still have a lot of things to do, so I thought I'd come out and take a breather."

Which one do you like?

Between his fingers, he still held the ladle, and he lightly put it back into the soup bowl. With a muffled thud, he even spoke in a tone that seemed to splash out from the cooled soup: "I have nothing to do with her." It was so cold that it was almost harsh, and even bystanders felt shocked.

Fei Yezhang smiled and said, "It's good that you know."

I didn't expect it to be Li Zewen.

He listened slowly, turned to face her, and showed little surprise. He just smiled, with the corners of his eyebrows slightly raised like a light sword. His tone was sincere and gentle: "I'm sorry, you're not suitable."

Another way of life, either stop resisting blind dates, or find like-minded partners, and go with the flow.

Rolling years, time flies. In fact, two people go round and round, with so many disputes. In the end, whether it's going around or ending it, after all, there is always a deadlock that cannot be avoided.

But the ideal has never disappeared from my sight. Although sometimes it seems far away from me, and sometimes it seems within reach, I find myself empty-handed when trying to grasp it. Sometimes I exert all my efforts to pursue it, and sometimes I stop chasing it, losing everything. But at any time, whether it is near or far, bright or dim, there is always a beam of light in front of me, whether it is a flame or a lamp. As long as I keep moving forward with determination, it will always guide me.

She certainly knows these two famous magazines, so she was stunned: "What?"

Yi Wei smiled and said, "I know. I'm not so nervous that I would recite all of his works to him as soon as I see Wang Lao."

I was so tired that I wanted to cover my face, but then I realized that I couldn't even pull my hand out. So I tried to force it out, but ended up bringing it to the other half of my body. The needle on the back of my hand was poked off the vein and a big bump appeared. The nurse quickly came over, reinserted the needle, and scolded me, "Be still when receiving the infusion, don't move around."

The nurse was somewhat at a loss, she glanced at Lu Shaojian who was sitting beside her, and whispered, "This..."

He couldn't help reaching out to tousle her disheveled hair, lost in thought: "Youth is truly wonderful."

Just picked up the landline phone, he casually glanced at it, it was an unfamiliar number.

The lines on the man's face were stern, like a rocky mountain. He coldly interjected, "Pull it out."

At this moment, the sunlight shines in from the window, casting a shallow light on his side, gently softening the contours of his facial features, making him appear more handsome and gentle. However, there is a faint brown scab line on his left cheek, like dirt that hasn't been wiped clean. Yiwei chuckled and said, "Why don't you wash your face clean? Did you fall?"

Lu Shaojian looked at her with surprise, a hint of inexplicable bitterness and a smile in the corner of his eye, as if he didn't understand why he would confide in such a person today. After a moment of contemplation, he finally said, "Yes, I will try a different life, or perhaps, a different person."

Yiwei suddenly laughed at himself, and the lip line he brought out was as soft and beautiful as freely floating clouds: "Yes, a clean break, isn't that what I've wanted for a long time?"

So, boss, I really appreciate you. She summed up her words, laughing like a roll of white waves in the sea, with a clear and transparent gaze that could see through everything.

Don't you realize? Why have you always been interested in me? Isn't it because of this? I am untamed, like a wild horse or eagle. If one day I really obeyed you, would you just leave me?

She continued, with an indifferent tone: "Senior Brother, my colleague brought me some cordyceps while on a business trip. I stewed a pot of duck soup. I can't finish it alone, so I'll give you some."

She let him hold her hand, because she was looking down, making it hard to read her expression. Perhaps she wanted to lighten the mood with a joke, so she smiled and said, "Aren't you very capable? Why don't you just help me with the magazine? I want to do whatever I want."

The nurse thought something had happened, and hurried over, asking, "What's wrong?"

One could already feel the warmth of each other's breath, and even Li Zewen herself did not know whether she had touched his lips. However, Lu Shaojian gracefully leaned to the side, barely avoiding her, and just smiled, seeming to find it amusing. "Shouldn't girls be more reserved? Shouldn't men be the ones to take the initiative?"

She remained silent until the nurse left, then slowly lifted her eyes: "Actually, we are really not suitable. Can you please stop being so persistent, senior brother?"

That's it. There's nothing more to say. Yiwei nodded, with a gentle expression, like the flowing clouds outside the window: "Speaking of people's beliefs now... Does love count? If this also counts, then young girls are not without beliefs."

This passage is like a warm and small sun, shining directly on oneself. Although it is simple and plain, it strikes the deepest part of the heart. As a result, she was caught off guard and became so excited that she could hardly control herself.

Lushaojian's slender fingers gently caressed her hand back, lingering on the dark bruised skin. His voice was deep, "I'm not joking." He paused, "I don't like you being with Fei Yezhang."

Yiwei avoided his hand with some dissatisfaction, feeling unwilling: "This is not a matter of youth after all, but a matter of faith."

Yi Wei chuckled and said, "Democracy? It has always been pampered. It can poison its own creator Socrates, or easily evolve into an absurd farce. Wang Lao's articles when he was young also had some doubts about this system."

Do you know, Lu Shaojian, you have never disgusted me like today. Thanks to you, I don't need to take antibiotics anymore, and I'm cured of my illness.

Quickly get up and go to the hospital.

After a while, Yiwei spoke again, "Why were the people of that era so obsessed with those unrealistic dreams? If it were just one or two people, I wouldn't be surprised, but so many people, it was almost like a collective imprint of an era, truly astonishing."

Mr. Lu spoke slowly and leisurely, "Don't worry too much. With your skinny figure, I wasn't really interested to begin with."

He seemed to be suddenly immersed in the past, the face of the girl in front of him almost overlapping with the one in his memory. His voice suddenly changed, no longer as warm and generous as a father or brother, but low and charming like a gentle sea breeze, stirring people's hearts: "Little girl, I have started to look at you with new eyes."

Standing face to face, without leaving any room for each other.

Fei Yezhang put down his hand gracefully, and the profile revealed a resolute and handsome contour: "Yes, I like it too."

Editor Lin smiled kindly and amiably, resembling a matchmaker in appearance and demeanor, and asked, "Xiao Li, do you have a significant other?"

Fei Yezhang thought for a moment, with a deep and mellow voice: "Perhaps they will only find us strange? In an era without pursuit and faith, it is truly more terrifying than anything else."

Sitting down on the sofa, Yiwei suddenly realized that both of them were trying hard, but the force of their efforts could never come together. It was like his self-righteous emotions, like his impatient state of mind. This time, he finally left quietly, without the usual harsh words. The more he did this, the more she knew that he had made up his mind.

Yiwei continued to work normally, but it was obvious to the discerning eye that this young girl was unusually proactive. After finishing her own work, she took on the typing tasks of several older editors who were slow at typing. During lunch break, she tirelessly typed away on the keyboard with all ten fingers. Lin, an experienced editor, walked over and tapped her desk, saying, "Youth is truly great, full of energy!"

The next morning, someone knocked on the door early. Yawei, with droopy eyelids, opened the door and only then realized that even breakfast can be delivered now. What a world we live in... With money, one can truly stay at home without going out. She took the food and placed it on the table, then continued sleeping. Until someone lifted her up from the bed, and a man's face appeared in front of her, but in her drowsiness, she thought he looked quite handsome.

Yi Wei waved his hand and said unhappily, "I'm not going...I'll go in the afternoon."

The ambiguous sound spread on her lips, Li Zewen remained calm but couldn't help blushing slightly. She laughed along with him, turned her head gently, lowered her voice, and looked at his thin lips with a slightly blurred gaze: "So... now we can...".

She thinks this way. The depth of faith and the ability to resist temptation are the key factors.

Even after such a long time, Li Yiwei has never flipped through that book again, but she can still recite this passage word for word. Each word falls on the tip of her heart, like the fragrance of flowers. She has had moments of hesitation and confusion, with so many people going against her, laughing at her madness or foolishness, but she still persists without hesitation.

Just at the entrance of the hospital, Li Yiwei suddenly stopped in his tracks and called out to him.

Lu Shaojian received a smile and said, "Do you want to drink Coke? Sure. Promise me one thing first."

He continued to ask with a smiling face, "What do you believe in?"

She quickly pointed to the needle in her hand and said, "Please help me remove it, there's an urgent matter at home."

He had no intention of standing up, instead he asked her seriously, "I know the editors-in-chief of 'Shujian' and 'Qiuxue' magazines, would you like to have a meal together someday?"

He sat in his own car, watching her stand at the intersection and flag down a car. He was not far behind her - she must have known. A taxi stopped on the opposite side of the road. Li Yiwei was slender and delicate, her black windbreaker only accentuating her slender frame, yet she was so stubborn. Her ponytail swayed as she crossed the road without looking back.

Li Zewen approached him little by little, exhaling like an orchid, almost causing their gazes to intersect parallelly: "You're still afraid. Afraid of being too soft-hearted to forget her. Isn't that right? Otherwise, why can't I do it? Afraid that seeing me will remind you of her?"

Li Zewen didn't respond for a while. In her beautiful gem-like eyes, several rays of light flickered one after another. She watched them go through ups and downs, and this man never showed any signs of weariness or let his guard down. But why, today, his tone was filled with desolation, and he unexpectedly poured out his thoughts and emotions to her?

Mr. Lu frowned and seemed to blurt out a refusal, but in the end, he smiled faintly and shook his head, saying, "Okay, thank you."

Liyiwei was angry and thought, last night, this person was so gentle in front of Feiye Zhang, and now he has to accommodate a patient's schedule. Just thinking about this makes her feel annoyed: "I might as well go by myself."

In the evening, Yiwei walked alone on the beach. In fact, she had always been somewhat afraid of the ocean, always feeling that there was a deep and awe-inspiring power there. The sea water appeared soft like silk, but it concealed a sinister and violent nature. The invisible hands in its depths stirred up thunderous waves, influencing countless joys and sorrows of life and death. Unlike the sky, which is forever intangible and inclusive, deserving of philosophers' lifelong admiration.

On a beautiful and warm spring day, when Yiwei was asked this question, her heart trembled inexplicably and she replied, "No, not really."

Senior Brother, what do you think of me? I have liked you for three years and have never given up.

This young girl in front of him once again surprised Fei Yezhang. Such passion, he had experienced it a few years ago, but gradually, he became more realistic. So he could only try to realize all those ideas within his capabilities. For example, just starting a private forum or publishing a magazine. Fortunately, due to his background, he could avoid many obstacles. He could freely publish intense and cutting-edge articles, and speak freely in the forum without being silenced. For example, just starting a private forum or publishing a magazine. Fortunately, due to his background, he could avoid many obstacles. He could freely publish intense and cutting-edge articles, and speak freely in the forum without being silenced.

And Yiwei was well prepared: "All the beautiful things I saw in books. Democracy, humanity, peace, tranquility. Faith has never been the exclusive domain of religious believers."

Lushaojian felt blood rushing to his head, as if he could feel the blood vessels on his forehead pulsating. ... She really said it well... ... Taming, interest, disgust... ... It turns out that the emotions of these years, accumulated in the end, really only brewed bitter fruit. Just like now, he sensed an unprecedented anger, but his heart remained calm, as if he was coldly observing someone else's entanglement.

Yi Wei finished the last sip, still remembered to return the key: "That's better. Quickly give me back the key, don't trespass into private property." Taking the key, still feeling uneasy, she asked suspiciously, "You didn't secretly make a copy, did you?"

Yi Wei fell silent. She had been half-jokingly pulling on his sleeve, but now she quietly withdrew her hand, only to be grabbed by him and unable to break free.

Fei Yezhang now recalls Wei, on the surface, it is even more indifferent, as if just an ordinary colleague. But after work, every time she sees her still sitting still, she always remembers to remind her of the past: "I don't need people to work so hard." She rubs her sore neck, smiling fearlessly, "I never work too hard. That's it for today." She also doesn't want to take a ride, anyway, just around the corner is the bus stop, which is the starting station, never crowded, comfortably pick a seat and sit down, feeling relaxed as the bus bumps along. "I never work too hard. That's it for today." She also doesn't want to take a ride, anyway, just around the corner is the bus stop, which is the starting station, never crowded, comfortably pick a seat and sit down, feeling relaxed as the bus bumps along.

Mr. Lu seemed to have not heard it, his gaze fixed on the back of her hand. After a long while, he said, "What's not suitable? You say it's not suitable, so it's not suitable?" The smirk at the corner of his mouth was mocking. "Li Yawei, I've spent so much time on you. Do you think it's that simple to end it?"

He fell silent for a moment and only said, "You can call my cellphone."

In the past, it should have been democracy and self-improvement. Now, I haven't really thought about it.

Lu Shaojian sat and waited for her to finish drinking the hot porridge, smiling and not getting angry, as if teasing a pet: "You are the patient, I won't argue with you."

Fei Yezhang gave a carefree smile, as if he had heard this kind of statement before. There was a wonderful look in his tone: "Yes, everyone has doubts, right? But our wisdom is not enough, we can only explore slowly. Right or wrong is not important, what's important is to persist."

She spoke up to state this fact on his behalf: "You gave up on her."

Yes, he hopes she will come back, even if just to take a glance back. As long as there is even a second of hesitation, he will rush over like before, joking and scolding, and continue on tirelessly.

Because of the overwhelming fatigue in her heart, her tone was not intense. And as if walking into a long-unattended house, she suddenly stirred up a cloud of dust, making it hard to breathe, as if suffocating.

So I cherish the present moment, at least the magazine has given me the stage of my dreams, to touch those things that I have always longed for.

When she said goodbye, her smile was as bright as the sunny March: "Shaojian, I will wait."

She returned home and, at first glance, saw the food piled up on the small cabinet next to the sofa. There were so many fruits, as if she had moved half of the fruit store downstairs. She had been busy recently and had no appetite, so she just piled them up casually. Rarely having free time, she started organizing them little by little. Due to drying, the skin of the apples wrinkled and looked unattractive. Yiwei picked them up and threw them into the trash can one by one. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable. Rarely having free time, she started organizing them little by little. Due to drying, the skin of the apples wrinkled and looked unattractive. Yiwei picked them up and threw them into the trash can one by one. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable.

Lu Shaojian asked her to sit up and spoke kindly and gently, "I have a meeting in the afternoon, so I'm only available during the morning. Come on, get up."

He unconsciously reached out and touched it, smiling faintly without saying a word.

His hand paused at her ear, suddenly motionless. When the little girl spoke these words, her face was gentle and restrained, yet it couldn't hide her radiance, sparkling like pearls and jades.

Explained in a clear and organized manner, it was impossible for anyone to refuse. Glancing at the time, Lu Shaojian said, "It's very late."

She turned her eyes and saw Fei Yezhang standing at the door. She seemed to be lost in thought and took the opportunity to end the conversation, saying, "Editor-in-chief, this manuscript has been proofread. I'll send it to you."

Lushaojian's hands tightened on the steering wheel, as countless people passed by in front of him, yet he didn't know what he was looking at. The voice in his heart remained calm, or perhaps, he really should let go.