Chapter Four (Part Two).

The top of the mountain is very spacious, with no human figures.

His work habits are different from others. He likes to work overtime in an empty company at night. Even the people around him have become nocturnal creatures. This habit once caused me to suffer from persistent insomnia and rapid weight loss.

I understand the reasoning, but why do I always feel like there are unexpected situations that disrupt my plans? I always feel powerless and unable to act. Now it's even worse, I let others lead me wherever they want, even if they say to go west, I can't go east... Sigh, it's difficult being a small person.

Is it an illusion? When these three words entered his ears, he suddenly felt that the whole person was different.

Behind the railing, a few more cigarette butts were added to the old coffee cup that he used as an ashtray.

I see that he looks very tired. I couldn't help but say, "It's okay, how about waiting until tomorrow when you have free time..."

Feeling restless, unable to do anything.

He seems to have encountered some problems with the media placement he is in charge of. I'm not sure about the specifics. According to what Mu Yan said at the meeting this morning, someone has already taken over Chen Qian's position. Meng Qi was looking at me, her eyes twinkling like a Barbie doll, with long eyelashes that looked charming and innocent.

He seemed to have a reaction, suddenly turned his head and saw me, and for a moment, as if remembering something, looked at his watch.

At noon, I sat alone at a table in the corner of the staff canteen, not wanting to talk to anyone, and ate my meal in silence.

There are always so many trivial and annoying things, piling up like a snowball, one after another, never-ending. I don't know when I can be as organized as Su Wen, she said that we should have foresight in doing things, not wait for things to come to us, but actively discover things, proactively arrange things according to our own pace in advance, so as not to be led by the nose by things.

This person is really lazy, even too lazy to find an ashtray. The cigarette butts have been accumulating in the coffee cup for a long time without being cleaned.

The 36th floor, however, presents a completely different scene.

After finishing lunch, I usually climb stairs to lose weight.

A rough sketch of a person's face is drawn on paper, with bold and spirited eyebrows, long and thick eyelashes, and eyes with graceful curves. If it were drawn more exaggeratedly, it would be a handsome young man from a comic book. I took a closer look and added a few more strokes of hair, along with a diagonal striped tie. Finally, I drew two pointed ears and a long tail - Mu Yanyue in the form of a cat person, vividly appearing on paper.

The head of the planning department, Chen Qian, has resigned," she said suddenly.

Since that day, I have come to this rooftop every day, but I have never encountered him again.

Thinking about the night, he stood on the empty rooftop, quietly smoking a cigarette while facing the bustling city and the lights resembling stars. As the cigarette burned down, only the ashes of his emotions remained in the old coffee cup.

He gave me a inexplicable stare, put the painting back on the table, glanced at the box of cookies that I had just opened on my desk, and said, "Let's go eat first."

A familiar tenderness, as if I have seen it before... I suddenly stopped this thought, unable to continue thinking.

I have no way out, I broke down on the spot, couldn't stop laughing.

Meng Qi remained silent, crunching on an apple with a crisp sound.

He lowered his head with great interest to look at the painting.

The laughter suddenly stopped.

He sat with his arms crossed, his expression serious, focusing on listening to a presentation of an activity plan.

However, the old coffee cup left behind the railing always had one or two cigarette butts added to it every day. I guessed that he must have been smoking here during late-night overtime, and he wouldn't show up normally, nor would he let anyone see him hiding in this corner to smoke, especially since smoking was strictly prohibited in the department where General Mu worked. The fact that I ran into him that day at noon was purely accidental, an exception.

She watched me eat meat, "One day you will become a fat lady."

I put away my smile and buried myself in eating meat.

He interrupted me, his voice soft, "Wait for me."

I really don't know why Chen Qian resigned from mhetushu.com. This news is somewhat surprising to me.

Before 8 pm every night, the lights are still on here. They seem to have no clear concept of working hours. It's not surprising to see someone busy here no matter how late it is. Everyone is a workaholic like Mu Yan.

What is this, Catman? He looked carefully, unaware that it was himself.

It was Mu Yan who asked him to leave.

That day, Fang Yunxiao asked me if I still liked Mu Yan.

Oh, is it?

That's the way it is, it's this focused and dedicated aspect that never fails to captivate me.

Back in the office, I dialed Mu Yan's extension and asked if he had time. I hope to communicate with him about work matters.

I hesitated and nodded, desperately wanting to retrieve the painting.

I looked up and saw that it was Meng Qi who had arrived.

She snorted, tightened her face, but couldn't help laughing in the end.

The two of them laughed at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and then coincidentally fell silent together.

She walked directly to my table, sat down without saying hello, and there was only orange juice and an apple in the empty plate.

Pushing open the door to the 35th floor rooftop, the wind outside rushed in and messed up my hair.

He seemed to have known in advance that I would make this phone call, without any hesitation he said, "Come upstairs to find me at six o'clock."

He gestured to adjourn the meeting, got up and pushed the door open, sighed at me and said, "I'm afraid we have to wait a little longer."

At the neighboring table, there are several girls from the sales department who are newly recruited. They are sitting together and talking in low voices, occasionally mixed with laughter, which doesn't sound like they are saying anything good.

I walked up to the small rooftop and carefully closed the door.

I looked at the apples in her plate and shook my head, "It's unfortunate to have no meat to eat. I don't associate with people who have no meat to eat."

Returning to the office on the 35th floor, I immersed myself in the unfinished work from earlier in the day.

I took a deep breath as I faced the misty and undulating city skyline beyond the rooftop terrace.

That day, Mu Yan didn't mention what he wanted me to do when he mentioned transferring back to the Planning Department. I thought it might be something related to being a planning specialist, but Chen Qian is the Media Supervisor, which has a quite unique role and responsibilities. Could it be that Mu Yan wants me to go back and take up this position... I was somewhat confused and couldn't quite figure out what was going on. I smiled at Meng Qi and said, "That's a matter for your Marketing Department. I haven't heard anything about it. Maybe the HR Department knows more."

I saw Mu Yan still in a meeting with the planning department through the glass wall of the conference room.

The fire escape staircase was very quiet at noon, and the sound of my own footsteps sounded particularly clear.

"Is that so?" I didn't look up, and I'm not familiar with this person.

Originally, I had already forgotten about the time, perhaps even forgotten about this matter.

After work, the 35th floor is already empty, with only a few departments still lit with sporadic lights.

I also laughed.

I picked up the coffee cup, facing the sunlight, and played with it in my hand.

Why?

Self-appreciating with satisfaction, a shadow gradually blocked the light... I was startled and looked up, only to see Mu Yan standing in front of the table. I had no idea when he came in.

We haven't bickered for a long time, nor have we had such a cheerful conversation. We used to have meals together, chatting and laughing while having lunch. We could keep eating until the staff canteen closed, leaving only the two of us, and then the chef would finally drive us away in exasperation.

I hastily completed a form and couldn't help but doodle on a clean piece of white paper. Now, who can still tell that I am a design student? I can't even draw a decent picture anymore. Only when I'm bored to death, I pick up a pencil and doodle to pass the time.

"Just this little bit?" I put a large piece of braised pork into my mouth.

It turns out that you came to test my information and reaction.

He commented, "Women and cats are naturally one entity, but cat men look a bit abnormal."