Chapter 2, Afflicted by Withered Disease.

Yiwei can only sleep on the sofa in the living room. The place where Qianrong lives is not big. Wang Zhidong used to stay overnight sometimes, but now he naturally avoids suspicion. This makes Yiwei feel very guilty. She has repeatedly looked for several houses, but they are all not ideal. Qianrong repeatedly comforts her: "It's okay, it's only one month! If you don't leave, I will even kick you out!"

Outside the glass window are two rows of phoenix trees, with branches flaunting themselves freely. Because there are no green leaves, there is instead a warm brown color that warms the heart. They are adorned with strings of colorful lights, resembling flowers gently smiling in the night. With a gentle breeze, the whole world becomes radiant and filled with falling petals.

Lushaojian's expression was a bit strange, as if there was anger brewing in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth clearly curved into a shallow smile. He didn't say anything, casually threw a box of leftover plaster on the ground, and left swiftly.

Internship period is one month. After that, we will have a formal written test, and there will be two official job openings available at that time.

The offices we passed by along the way were very different from what I had imagined. They were not just cubicles, but more like subordinate agencies of government departments. The director, in his forties, was polite and asked about my basic information before slowly saying, "Xiao Li, we have already reviewed your resume. The reason we invited you for an interview is because your major is very relevant. Our website is actually semi-governmental in nature, and we hope to attract university students with strong political awareness."

In this situation and scenery, Yiwei really feels that she shouldn't continue to drag on like this. She stuffed all her luggage into Lu Shaojian's car and sat obediently without saying a word. It wasn't until they arrived at an unfamiliar residential area that she suddenly realized, "Oh, you moved?"

It seems that Qianrong's sofa is really not suitable for sleeping anymore. Qianrong rubbed medicinal wine for her and comforted her by saying, "It's okay, let's switch places."

That's how it is. The two of them finally still have a barrier between them. Living on the same Earth, yet like two different worlds, like humanities and sciences, like his indifference and her stubbornness, they will always be two distinct extremes.

She is buying spare ribs and received a call from Lu Shaojian: "I'm coming back today."

Wow, is this still considered human language?

Finance is such a popular field, and it is already quite difficult to get admitted. The kind old dean with white hair kindly invited her for tea, saying, "In my opinion, you are very interested in politics, so you can spend more time on extracurricular activities. After all, you have a lot of free time in college. However, for the future, studying finance is a very good choice."

It seems like a love injury. Xia Zhidai laughed wildly. This person sometimes seemed like a wolf lurking in the dark, with sharp eyes revealed. Most of the time, he was proud and cheerful like a spirited horse. Anyway, whether in business or private dealings, Lu Shaojian always felt that he was like a wild animal full of vitality.

Yi Weiqiang suppressed a breath and glared at him.

Oh, do you know that Lu Shaojian is back?

Such ambiguous words, such an ambiguous atmosphere, even Lu Shaojian's expression can almost be called ambiguous and captivating.

Qianrong was startled and exclaimed, "Wait for me! I will take leave and come out immediately. Or would you like to lie down for a while? I'll be there in no time."

Yiwei endured the pain and returned to the room. Even walking felt like it was affecting her lumbar vertebrae, and a series of sour and astringent sensations made her almost want to vomit. Because of the pain, her consciousness was somewhat blurred. She took the phone and dialed Qianrong's number.

With a slight smile on her face, she understood her friend's situation very well, so she didn't say much.

Yiwei nodded vigorously, with a pained expression: "Guilty... It's complicated after the breakup, and I feel like I'm being overly dramatic..."

The car is driving on a straight street. On both sides of the street are tall locust trees, making it wide and much more spacious than the winding and slender streets in the south. One can also see the gray-brown city walls standing in the distance, like old men, exuding a strong sense of historical vicissitudes. It's simple, this is why Li Yiwei likes this city so much.

She just tilted her head slightly, showing no interest in this topic. Her bright eyes turned, and she gently touched the back of her neck, saying, "Let me continue. Lu Shaojian, I know that sometimes you are really annoyed with me, but you still often help me because of our past relationship. Like this time, I'm really sorry..."

Li Zewen smiled, her nails were moisturized and full of transparent color, faintly shining.

Xia Zhidai took a sip of tea and smiled lazily, saying, "Why, only now do you realize how hard it is to take over?"

Lushaojian supported her shoulder with one hand, and frowned slightly, "Will there be any sequelae?"

Li Zewen chose to remain silent, stood up gracefully, and smiled: "Mr. Xia, my friend whom I made an appointment with has arrived, so I will take my leave."

And Lu Shaojian finally calmed down, fell silent for a long time, patted her head, and chuckled, "Yes, I'll help you reply to the email right away." He picked up a bowl and walked to the door, then turned back, "I've found a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for you. He will come in the morning to give you acupuncture. I will be on a business trip tomorrow, probably for a week. Take care of yourself, and if you need anything, find Xie Qianrong." Without looking back, he closed the door, leaving a quiet and serene space, making his departing figure appear particularly lonely.

A wave of needle-like sensations increasingly prickled on her neck. However, Li Yiwei had no energy left to argue anymore. She slowly sat down and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. "I don't know... It seems like I have been searching for something all along, but once I get close, I realize it's not what I want. So, I really can't say I regret it," she said.

And she was not the least bit shy: "Teacher, when I was filling out my college application during the college entrance examination, I had to listen to my mom. Now that I finally have this opportunity, it shows that the school still values students' independent wishes. I really have no interest in finance."

Li Zewen is her original classmate in the finance department. In her freshman year, her grades were not as good as hers. In fact, among the classmates of that year, they all ended up with very good job offers. Each of them is a social elite, unlike her, who truly lived up to the words of the department head and repeatedly faced unemployment.

What's the use? Yiwei actually did quite poorly on the exam. The articles she read about Western political ideas were written in language that was about two or three hundred years apart from modern English. It's like something written by Shakespeare, which needs to be translated again into contemporary English.

They are all like this in this circle. When facing each other, they are elegant and respond appropriately. However, everyone is deep and behind each person lies a small and subtle intrigue.

The old man looked at the report card in his hand, filled with excellent grades in a row, feeling somewhat helpless but still smiling kindly: "Since I can't persuade you, I can only approve." In the end, he sighed, "The young girl has great ideas, but unfortunately, it's not the May Fourth era anymore."

She slowly stewed winter melon and pork rib soup in the spacious kitchen. The sunlight shone in from the window, making the steaming white vapor clearly visible. She also smelled the fragrance of rice about to be cooked. Yiwei glanced at the table in the living room, where three small dishes had already been arranged. In fact, they were all simple dishes, including beautifully colored stir-fried eggplant, tomato and egg soup, and a plate of extremely fragrant braised pork. She looked at the time and faintly felt that this kind of waiting was somewhat blissful. In fact, they were all simple dishes, including beautifully colored stir-fried eggplant, tomato and egg soup, and a plate of extremely fragrant braised pork. She looked at the time and faintly felt that this kind of waiting was somewhat blissful.

Li Yiwei breathed a sigh of relief. This is the most authentic state between the two. She always seemed to be like ignited explosives, sulking at any moment, while he remained as cold as a rock, always standing firm despite the constant bombardment.

By the time Xie Qianrong came to see her in the afternoon, Yi Wei had already become lively and energetic.

They are all acquaintances.

So, Li Yiwei quietly returned to Changan after a month and a half.

Glancing up and down at her delicate appearance, she then looked around the room and suddenly sighed, "Encountering a man like Lu Shaojian, I really can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse."

Oh, Senior Lu, we are having a class reunion at the end of the month, and we have also informed Yiwei.

The house is spacious and decorated in a simple style with cool colors as the main theme. For a single man, there are several rooms available for leisure.

She doesn't have the habit of deleting emails. Lu Shaojian glanced roughly and found that she had sent out so many resumes. He scrolled down and found three full pages, including interview invitations and rejections. Lu Shaojian pursed his lips, and the curve he raised softened his expression a bit. She had said to herself that she wanted to work in the media and preferably be able to criticize current affairs and apply what she learned. However, she never took it seriously and instead felt that she was asking for trouble, which naturally led to disdainful ridicule. She always seemed indifferent, as if she was just complaining to herself, and didn't expect to get sympathy or comfort from him. She turned her head and rushed forward again.

Actually, it didn't take long. When the doorbell rang, Yiwei checked the time and found it was less than fifteen minutes. However, she felt like she had been soaking in chili water for a whole year, struggling to stand up and move to the door, only to realize something was wrong.

The doctor is a kind-hearted old lady with a gentle look. She furrowed her brows as if she were looking at her own daughter: "Muscle tension, shoulder periarthritis. Young people, they just don't pay attention to their health. Working too hard, not sleeping well at night. This time it's more serious..."

He nodded and smiled: "Did you do well on the exam? I see you studying English every day."

Only a small wall lamp was turned on, and the light was a faint shade of blue. Lu Shaojian walked lightly, stood at the head of her bed, leaned over and looked down. Her black hair was pushed aside, her face was pale, and her lips were rendered unusually pale by the light. Only when she heard him come in did she suddenly open her eyes. Those eyes were still bright and sparkling, like the lively girl she used to be.

Yiwei gritted her teeth and said, "I think I should move out. Yesterday, a real estate agent called me and said that a vacant apartment was available." She mentioned the name of the street, and as expected, heard a cold voice say, "You dare to live in that kind of place? Li Yiwei, I think you are more suitable for living in a hospital. The bed fee is cheap, but the availability is currently tight. Should I help you find some connections?"

The car parked downstairs. Lu Shaojian slowly supported her. Yi Wei, enduring the pain, almost leaned her whole body on him.

His hands, which were resting on her back, suddenly paused. Lu Shaojian couldn't exactly say he was angry, but his voice became cold: "Li Yiwei, you really don't give people peace of mind. The doctor said you need to rest, yet you still want to go online at this time. You don't even take care of your own body. What exactly are you thinking!"

Lu Shaojian supported the door frame with his hand, and said with a half-smile, "When did you start caring about me?"

Yiwei's daily life is fulfilling and leisurely. In the morning, Dr. Huang comes to give himself acupuncture. In the afternoon, he flips through a few professional media books and has a meal. Taking a stroll in the small garden, he unexpectedly feels light and agile. Of course, when attracting the attention of the elderly, Yiwei feels a little sad, thinking that he has contracted a geriatric disease. As for the evening, he spends some time on the forum and goes to bed early.

Qianrong went to pull open the curtains. In early spring this year, due to the government's increased control, pollution has improved significantly compared to previous years, and there is no longer a feeling of haze when looking outside. The sunset is extremely clear, blending everything in warm orange light. The whole city seems to be anticipating a new day.

He didn't answer the question. He opened the car door, held onto the car compartment with one hand, and spoke in a rare gentle tone, "Be careful."

Lu Shaojian looked at someone, immediately seemed to have changed, gentle like the ancient jade that Yiwei had seen in the museum before, emitting a faint luster from within. He nodded and said, "Hmm, I have hired a housekeeper to take care of her." He paused for a moment and continued, "I know an old Chinese doctor who can help her with acupuncture treatment for a few days."

Yiwei sighed, not knowing what had made him angry again. As soon as the plaster was applied, it slowly began to heat up, easing the pain slightly. Lushaojian came out of the room, wearing a simple black coat that was open, and walked with a slightly quick pace, showing his elegance. He pointed to a room and said, "You'll stay in there. A maid will come later to cook."

When Mr. Lu Shaojian rushed back home, Aunt Zhong was still busy in the kitchen. She brought out a bowl of fragrant white porridge and pointed to the room where Yiwei stayed, saying, "Miss Li just vomited heavily, she's probably asleep now."

It's rare to see him dressed like this, in a black suit with short and neat hair, looking simply handsome.

No, it's been a long time since we last contacted," she shrugged. "If I tell him, I'll only be asking for trouble."

Yi Wei nodded repeatedly and said, "We must go since we haven't seen each other for so long."

It's not difficult for you to say so. Why are you keeping a straight face?

He thanked them, took the white porridge, and then remembered something. He turned around and went to the kitchen before gently pushing open the half-closed door.

Lí Yì laughed carelessly and said, "What are you talking about? He is very good to his friends."

Yiwei left the office building and only then remembered that Aunt Zhong is off today, so he went to the market before going back.

She "oh"ed, his voice sounded a little weary, and then he hung up the phone. He looked up and said to the butcher, "Boss, I'll take a little more."

Dr. Huang performed a massage for her. As Yiwei lay there, it seemed as if she could hear her bones making a series of cracking sounds, as if they were being crushed and then put back together. It was unexpectedly comfortable, beyond imagination. During the acupuncture treatment, Yiwei heard the old doctor say, "Relax your muscles. Yiwei's thrifty father also often receives acupuncture treatment from me. It won't hurt." As he spoke, the needles were already inserted. He smiled and said, "After another week of treatment, I guarantee you will be fine." During the acupuncture treatment, Yiwei heard the old doctor say, "Relax your muscles. Yiwei's thrifty father also often receives acupuncture treatment from me. It won't hurt." As he spoke, the needles were already inserted. He smiled and said, "After another week of treatment, I guarantee you will be fine."

The entire street is filled with highly stylish cafes, with tongue-twisting French and Italian names or creatively spelled Chinese names. They all exude a slightly weary yet refined urban atmosphere.

Oh... Can you actually invite someone fake?

Actually, as long as he stays with her, he can't help but recall many past events. For example, they once sat face to face in the library for a long time, and his eyes would inadvertently sweep over her soft lips. Then, that day, he originally just went to check some information, but ended up sitting in that position for half a semester. Actually, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He used to be very straightforward and couldn't learn to be shy or coy, but he just wanted to sit with her and feel wonderful.

During the summer, Dai gestured for her to sit down, seeming quite pleased to change the subject from earlier: "Have you been busy lately?"

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "Oh, it's that someone... the one who calls me uncle, right?"

The hired housekeeper at home, he hmm'd, feeling somewhat complicated.

Her voice unconsciously scattered, she said to herself, "Do you know why I'm always so harsh to you? Actually, I know it's not right. But it's been almost a year since we broke up, and it's always like this. I feel uncomfortable. This kind of entanglement makes me feel guilty."

Is she leaning to the right? I never thought so. She sat in the library, flipping through the Declaration of Citizenship and Male Rights, and then the Declaration of Female Rights. Because it was a photocopy, she looked up words one by one, copied several notebooks, and as she read, she felt that those truths were self-evident, so why would she be disappointed?

It has been a month, and today is the first day of rest. But you two busy people, do you rarely have time to have tea today?

Yiwei gave a smile, indicating that he was listening.

Lu Shaojian seemed to know what she was thinking, and he snorted from his nostrils with a disdainful look in his eyes. "You are already annoying enough. I let you stay at my house because I am going on a business trip for half a month, and by then you will have moved into the rented house."

Lushaojian's mobile phone rang, and he glanced at the landline at home.

Lu Shaojian said nothing, but supported her arm and said flatly, "Let's go to the hospital." As he held her arm, he felt a slight movement in his heart. She was still so thin. Even through the thick sweater, she still felt delicate, as if she would break with a little force.

It was the semester when I met Lu Shaojian. They often sat at the same table. She was flipping through the dictionary to read the original text, while he was looking up information. One afternoon, Yiwei returned to the library after dinner, and to their surprise, the spacious library only had the two of them. He put down his pen and leaned back on the chair, saying, "Hey, why didn't you come for self-study this afternoon?"

Is there any problem starting work next week?

Her neck has been sore for more than just a few days. These past few days, she has been spending too much time in front of the computer, and it seems to have become somewhat serious. Yiwei didn't pay much attention to it and bent down to tie her shoelaces at the door. Suddenly, she heard a terrifying "crack" sound coming from deep within her neck, and she felt that her entire neck had turned into stiff rock, making it difficult to even lift her head.

Yiwei closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled lightly. The black, slightly curled tips appeared exceptionally long on her pale skin. Rarely did she argue with him again. She just quietly said, "Lu Shaojian, can you do me a favor? I received an interview notice from XX website and need to reply by email. Can you log into my email and reply for me?" She paused, seeming a bit exhausted, leaning half against him. "I wanted to reply to the email just now, but when I opened it, I felt nauseous. It's really useless." Lu Shaojian suddenly fell silent and just quietly said, "Lu Shaojian, can you do me a favor? I received an interview notice from XX website and need to reply by email. Can you log into my email and reply for me?" She paused, seeming a bit exhausted, leaning half against him. "I wanted to reply to the email just now, but when I opened it, I felt nauseous. It's really useless." Lu Shaojian suddenly fell silent. This is how he knew Li Yiwei, right? There was always this kind of spirit in her, doing things that seemed unimaginable.

He felt a little heartache, remained silent for a while, just picked up a bowl and let her drink porridge.

Shallowly look at Mr. Lu Jian, shut up if you know what's good for you. This statement had such an impact that it distracted Li Yiwei, even his gaze momentarily became dull.

As Wang Zhidong happened to pass by, he saw the small living room crowded with people and couldn't help but smile and say, "Is this an alumni gathering?"

After missing each other for a Chinese New Year, he didn't deliberately contact her. Unexpectedly, when they met again, he looked so embarrassed. It was not too surprising, as she had this problem before. However, at that time, they were both in school, and he could remind her of some things from time to time.

He sat down in the living room, and Yiwei's notebook was still open, with only half of the password entered. Without hesitation, he entered a string of numbers, clicked, and accessed the email. Only then did he sigh softly, as if tracing back to that distant time.

Mr. Lu Shaojian did not respond, but beckoned the waiter over and said, "Bring me a pack of cigarettes."

Xie Qianrong was called to a meeting temporarily, so let me come and see you.

He restrained his expression, as if jokingly saying, "What other feelings could we have? Let's just consider it a gathering of alumni. I won't refuse to help when needed."

Mr. Lu, Miss Li has been vomiting. Do you... do you want to come back and take a look?

What are you calling her for? Didn't she transfer to another department? At this moment, when he heard Li Yiwei's name, he was almost startled.

He smiled faintly, with a glimmer of light reflected in the corners of his eyes, implying a hint of frivolity. He spoke slowly and deliberately, saying, "What does it matter?"

And he had no intention of giving up, with a calm and quiet tone: "I will support you, okay? You do what you want to do."

Until the slender and straight figure disappeared from sight, Li Zewen concealed her emotions and took a sip of water. She then met Xia Zhidai's gaze, which seemed to carry a hint of a smile and meaning: "Miss Li, do you have a boyfriend?"

Bending over is even more difficult and painful for Yiwei. Her face is wrinkled up like she just ate a mouthful of wasabi. She reluctantly straightens her back and sits upright in her seat, keeping her gaze straight ahead, afraid to look away.

His facial expression remained unchanged, calm as ever: "This is the issue I need to consider."

Okay, if you don't want to talk about it, let's drop it.Qianrong changed the subject and said, "There will be a gathering for the finance department students at the end of the month. Would you like to come together?"

Dashing and charming demeanor, as if in a hurry to meet a beautiful lady for a date or to indulge in a night of rich nightlife, he slammed the door and left.

Mr. Lu's eyes are as calm as a huge iceberg: "Come to my house."

Yi Wei took it and smiled: "I'm not Qingwen. My hands and feet are all fine."

She is not a shy person either, she looked directly at him confidently and said, "I took the CET-6 exam. You see, those who didn't come are probably celebrating after finishing the exam."

The rented house has been returned. Before coming, Yiwei found a nice house online, with a fair price and a good location, but it still had to wait for more than a month.

Lu Shaojian leaned over and tried to fasten her seatbelt for her. As she sat upright, he brushed against her body slightly, moving very slowly. The car was small and the two of them were so close together that Yi Wei felt uncomfortable and in pain. Beads of sweat formed on his temples, and he couldn't help but say, "Hurry up!"

She couldn't turn her head for a moment, so she could only watch him leave with the corner of her eye. "Oh," she exclaimed, and casually asked, "Are you going to work overtime at the design studio again?"

His movements slowed down, as if he was waiting for her reaction.

The next day, a smiling old doctor came knocking on the door. He briefly examined Yiwei and comforted her, saying, "It's nothing serious, just a minor illness. The young girl just needs to take better care of herself in the future."

As she was still speaking, a plaster was slapped onto her neck with a "snap", causing her to cry in pain and gasp for breath.

How real it looks.

Li Zewen's smile is meaningful, appearing as if her bright eyes are about to overflow under the soft lighting: "That's not surprising. She has always had a good relationship with our classmates."

In the second year, according to the school regulations, students are allowed to apply for a change of major. Li Yiwei calmly handed in her application to the counselor. According to the school's regulations, her grades were impeccable and fully met all the requirements for changing majors. However, everyone was puzzled, even the department head wanted to have a conversation with her.

Women tend to overthink. Li Yiwei, let me tell you, who is still entangled with you? Who is playing ambiguous games with you? You probably know that your hand strength is a bit too much. Lu Shaojian lightened his movements, gently massaging for her, but his tone became increasingly harsh, "Being with you is something foolish I did when I was young and ignorant."

Yi Wei shook her head, paused for a few seconds, and then continued to drink her porridge.

I can't turn my head to forget Wei, so I can only stand up and face him with my whole body. Because he laughed sincerely, he looked like a harmless little animal. His round, black eyes were like purple grapes that had turned black. "It's really great that you can think like this."

Yiwei didn't want to move. Even the slightest movement felt like someone was whipping his back. He whispered softly, "I'm fine."

If it's really like that, it's not bad either. At least he doesn't have to sit in front of her like this anymore and casually mention, "I met Li Zewen a few days ago, she's doing well."

She is rarely so clear-headed: "Didn't the doctor say this is normal? It's nerve-wracking. I just had a meeting on the computer..."

Originally, I just wanted to invite you out for a chat. By the way, the design proposal for the resort this time is very good. It was a pleasant cooperation. Xia Zhidai lightly tapped on the table and said, "It seems that you have more important matters to attend to, so I won't delay you."

She admitted that if she was not tempted by the man in front of her and his charming voice at this moment, then she would not be a normal woman. However, after a moment, Li Yiwei finished a bowl of porridge, put it aside, and casually joked, "Lu Shaojian, although I don't spend money recklessly, in Chang'an, you have to provide a house and support me, which might be quite difficult."

Liyiwei remained silent, took a long sigh.

He opened the email from the XX website, just started to reply, and the mailbox showed a new email with the subject "Gathering Time and Place." He vaguely remembered that she had been active on that forum since her junior year, for more than two years, and her enthusiasm had never waned.

It's really ironic. Yiwei wishes she could bury herself in the ground... First, she doesn't have a job, she's just a seasoned internet addict; second, she doesn't sleep well at night... This sentence is really ambiguous... She was about to speak, but the doctor probably mistook them for a married couple and turned to Lushaojian, saying, "When you go back, remember to let her sleep on a harder bed. Don't sit in front of the computer for too long."

The man opposite, on the contrary, smiled, revealing his white teeth and a complexion that appeared even darker and healthier by comparison.

Fortunately, she still had a best friend. Xie Qianrong and her boyfriend Wang Zhidong came to pick her up in a car, jokingly saying, "You came back so quickly? Yiwei, do you now understand why I didn't go to see you off?"

As she stayed at home, she naturally took on the task of buying groceries and cooking. When she saw that it was almost time, she put down her laptop, rubbed her eyes, and began to prepare to go out to buy groceries.

She scoops and drinks it with every mouthful. The porridge is cooked very fragrantly. She also loves to eat sweets. She tasted the sweet flavor of white sugar in the white porridge, and asked him vaguely, "Did you add sugar?"

From the beginning, she was just a naive rookie, only following the posts of a user named "Boss". The Boss often appeared mysteriously and rarely posted, but every time he did, there would be a huge response. In an article discussing the flourishing of Republican era thoughts, it mentioned the elegance and integrity of Mr. Wang Guowei, Mr. Hu Shi, and Mr. Chen Yinque, shining brightly in the world. When written by the Boss, it seemed as if he had personally experienced that era. In an article discussing the flourishing of Republican era thoughts, it mentioned the elegance and integrity of Mr. Wang Guowei, Mr. Hu Shi, and Mr. Chen Yinque, shining brightly in the world. When written by the Boss, it seemed as if he had personally experienced that era. Her eyes sparkled like stars. At that time, she would always tell Lu Shaojian about the new posts and enlightening quotes from the Boss. As for Lu Shaojian, he usually didn't pay much attention to the specific content, at most saying in the end, "If you dare, try trolling!" This made Yiwei laugh endlessly, saying, "Look at his knowledge, he's at least on the same level as our dean. Maybe he really is an old man."

Qianrong should have the key... ... She made an effort to tiptoe and peeked through the peephole. The man standing at the door seemed to know she was peeking, his beautiful eyes glanced coldly, like a strong beam of light penetrating the glass, piercing through Yawei's eyes. Her scalp tingled, she was stunned for two seconds, and finally opened the door.

He turned slowly at the words, with a complex expression and a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Do you envy this too? Huh... So, do you regret transferring from the finance department to the political department back then?"

He suddenly turned cold, pursed his lips, remained silent until they arrived at the hospital.

Yiwei is very envious: "So the architecture industry is so lucrative! My younger cousin will be taking the college entrance examination soon, I'll have him choose this field."

That won't do... No one is taking care of Yiwei, and I'm not at ease either," Qianrong interjected.

I faintly heard the sound of the door "clang" as it was closed, probably Aunt Zhang leaving. Only two people left, and she, in this state, seemed like a completely different person to Mr. Lu, even her tone of voice was gentle: "Let's have something to eat before we go to the hospital."

She briefly browsed the page, replied a few messages, obediently shut down the computer, and then got up to apply a facial mask. She has an interview tomorrow. She has been ill for a few days, and her complexion has become much paler, looking rather haggard. However, tomorrow is a tough battle, and she cannot afford to be careless.

From the principles of political science to the construction of the ruling party, these courses themselves are quite dry. She doesn't mind, often pulling the teacher aside after class to ask endless questions about a certain concept. Later, a teacher who was familiar with her casually said, "Li Yiwei, your views are still somewhat right-leaning. If you consider the reality, you might be disappointed."

Only then did I feel scared. Vaguely, I remembered examples I had heard before, where people developed cervical problems from doing homework or playing on the computer for too long. The most severe cases could even lead to paralysis.

More complex than I imagined. At least, much more complex than simply being a designer. Lu Shaojian, with a background in science and engineering, is precise in his choice of words and sentences, "but it's not something I can't handle."

Mr. Lu focused on watching her eat porridge, suddenly whispered: "Yiwei... shall we reconcile? I will support you."

Liyiwei's face turned red, she knew what he meant: the intimate gestures that couples should have, they used to have them naturally before, but talking about it after the breakup made her feel embarrassed.

Recently, there have been fewer posts on the forum. Sometimes, when I open it, several private messages pop up. In fact, this forum is not open to the public. If you want to register, you have to make a great effort to ask for an invitation code. At that time, she often frequented the political and ideological sections of various major portal websites. One day, she was inexplicably invited to visit this almost private small forum. When she first entered, everyone there was talented and the posts were full of insights and impressive writing, which made her greatly admire. Later, she learned that a group of old people in the forum often did this, searching for talented individuals on various websites and then recruiting them to the forum to form groups, which was quite lively.

Going there in this season is boring. He pondered for a moment, and with a rare gentle tone, he said, "I don't feel like going out lately."

No.

Xià zhī dài hái méi shuōhuà, yīgè shēn cái xiāncháng de nǚzǐ zǒuguòlái, rútóng gǔdài xìwén zhōng wǎn zhuǎn mèirén de nǚzǐ, liǎn shàng wéixiào jíměi: "Zhème qiǎo. Xià xiānshēng, shīxiōng."

Lu Shaojian stood up, gentle and refined, speaking with the demeanor of a prince bowing to a princess in the Middle Ages, only with a slightly impatient tone: "Friend, something has come up, I have to go first."

Lushaojian listened quietly on the side, seeing this clever and charming junior sister, but also remembered another junior sister at home, a hint of a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The old lady pushed her glasses and said, "It doesn't seem that serious from the film. However, I must pay attention in the future. If it develops later, surgery may be necessary."

A few simple sentences, and each buried their head in books, as if it were an inadvertent intersection, forgotten in an instant.

And the usually deserted political department, almost everyone knows that there is such a girl, who is either truly foolish or pretending to be foolish, willing to transfer to this department and wait to be unemployed three years later. This is also considered a big news. Every teacher in class will ponder while holding the list: "Who is the new transfer?"

Okay, she would rather go to the hospital. If hospitalization is too exaggerated, then she will go to a hotel.

Yiwei lowered her eyebrows and thought for a long time, then smiled slightly, showing a transcendent and fresh beauty, like a mature woman: "The problem between us is not something you can solve with a moment of soft-heartedness. If it could, it would have been resolved long ago."

He finally closed the computer, then quietly pushed open the door to take a look at her. It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly, but her gentle breathing was close to his ear, making the night's breath sweet as well.

Mr. Lu's long and slender fingers lightly picked open a piece of white plaster, and he casually asked her, "Feeling guilty?"

She was angry: "Insane! If you do this again, I'll get off the car!"

He carefully supported her back and helped her up, then sat by the bed and asked, "How did it come to this?"

In the metropolis, this is the only place where there are human fireworks. The air is filled with the faint smell of salted fish, and the lively seafood splashes water on itself. The chirping of poultry is also heard nearby, and the surroundings are crowded with experienced and somewhat picky mothers and grandmothers. Yiwei likes this kind of place because the life of the common people can make people feel sincerely warm.

The next day, Yiwei carefully applied blush and lipstick in front of the mirror, and indeed felt that her complexion had improved a lot. However, she had lost some weight again, and the set of clothes she bought before the new year seemed to be too big. She took a taxi to the office and was directly led into the director's office by someone.

Mr. Lu smiled, a hint of concern buried deep in his eyes: "Going to the grassland again?"

Also gave some medicinal wine and medicinal water, he slowly supported Yiwei out, while frowning: "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

At this moment, the fragile woman in his arms is completely different from the person in his memory. Only that familiar breath remains, strong like a blade of grass in a gale, unyielding no matter how fiercely it blows.

Although I know that submitting resumes online is like throwing a stone into the sea, there is no other way. I still have to search for job information in the vast internet. The first job fair of the spring is on the weekend. She revised her resume several times and sat cross-legged on the sofa, checking if there were any reply emails in her inbox.