Zhu Fang is consistent in terms of work efficiency. From technical projects to annual meeting planning, plans are made in stages and preparations begin very early to ensure that everything goes well.
Every rehearsal was held on Friday at noon, which became a regular torture for Ruan Cunyun every week.
The first few times were fine, everyone just discussed the lines, read the script, and went home after a few repetitions. But this time, Lao Yu pointed to the schedule and said, "Okay, everyone's reading is fine, let's simulate the part of interacting with the audience on the spot."
Before Ruan Cunyun could even catch his breath, he heard Lao Yu calling his name and that of a female host: "Xiao Ruan, Xiao He, you two should try to pair up."
Ruan Cunyun walked with heavy steps to the center of the stage with Xiaohe, while Lao Yu and others stood in the audience.
Old Yu said, "Let's do a simple one first. What if the microphone breaks down while you're speaking? Xiao Ruan, try it first."
Ruan Cunyun stood in the center of the stage holding the microphone, his brain spinning rapidly but unable to move. Many repeated sentences floated in his mind: "Who am I, where am I, what should I do?"
There was silence. Ruan Cunyun stared at the audience with empty eyes for a long time, and finally said dryly: "Hello everyone... There is a problem with the microphone. Please be patient."
Lao Yu laughed and said, "Your microphone is broken. Do you think the people below can hear you?"
Ruan Cunyun was stunned: "Oh, right..."
After simulating it again, Ruan Cunyun solved the problem a little awkwardly and passed the question.
The opportunity to show themselves that others dream of has become a huge burden for Ruan Cunyun.
On the other hand, why didn't Qin Fanglu tell himself his birthday
There were a few "pop" sounds, and a few bunches of fireworks fell from the sky. Several managers shouted in unison: "Happy birthday, President Qin!"
Old Yu asked a new question: "Let's try this. If the next step that is about to begin requires the leader to appear, but the other party will not arrive for a few minutes, what should you do? Let Xiao Ruan go first."
Ruan Cunyun was very humble: "I'm grateful for your advice."
He was a little annoyed. He hadn't found out about it, and now it came so suddenly without even a gift.
"It's okay, just practice more, you can do it." Old Yu clapped his hands and smiled, "Let's try again next week."
Ruan Cunyun looked up in surprise and saw the colorful ribbons falling on Qin Fanglu's shoulders. He looked a little helpless, but he could not hide his happy smile.
But the word "give up" does not exist in Ruan Cunyun's dictionary. Life always grows like bamboo.
This is what a host does, he is just a voice assistant at best!
After several rounds of torture, Ruan Cunyun was in a bad mood. He was like a primary school student who accidentally entered the college entrance examination room, answering the test paper randomly, with a group of top scorers sitting around him to help him, and finally he barely passed.
After singing a song, Sister Rain clapped her hands and said, "Okay! Mr. Qin, make a wish!"
This week's rehearsal is over, but Ruan Cunyun doesn't feel relaxed at all. Instead, he feels even more depressed.
He had always pretended so well that even his colleagues thought he was lively, cheerful and talkative, but they didn't know that this was just a false image he had created with all his energy. As a result, he went further and further away from this fake image, and was gradually elevated to a level that he could no longer control.
Ruan Cunyun also laughed, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.
In contrast to the torture of the afternoon, the afternoon work was as pleasant as a fish returning to water.
He saw Qin Fanglu glance at him and smile at him.
Ruan Cunyun suddenly realized: "How clever! Why didn't I think of that?"
He was almost on the stage, and said to the side of the stage: "How can we embarrass the leader in front of so many people? Of course we have to buy time first, such as telling the audience a talk show, or doing an impromptu performance, or playing a small game. Just buy time until the leader arrives."
Ruan Cunyun returned to the Ministry of Science and Technology, sat back at his computer desk, and felt deeply that this was the job he liked.
You only have to deal with rational code, and communication with colleagues is all about the project, which is much better than hosting.
Colleagues burst into laughter and said that President Qin was "too disrespectful".
Ruan Cunyun said uncertainly: "Tell everyone, the leader is late for a few minutes because of something. Can you please wait for a moment?"
Ruan Cunyun didn't know what the other employees knew, and he had the illusion that he was being kept in the dark.
Ruan Cunyun and his colleagues stood up together and watched Sister Rain push a big cake out from the corridor, feeling strange in their hearts.
Qin Fanglu stood upright in front of the cake, saying in a relaxed tone: "My real birthday hasn't come yet, so I can't make a wish today. I'll have to wait two days."
A boy named Lu Shan who wrote the speech added from the audience: "You can also say some witty words, such as, 'The show just now was so amazing that the microphone was speechless. I have to change it and leave the stage!' Although it's a bit awkward, the effect is still good. The audience will laugh and it won't be awkward anymore."
He couldn’t tell the reason, but Ruan Cunyun felt uncomfortable and a little blocked in his heart.
Is today Qin Fanglu’s birthday
He didn't even know it was Qin Fanglu's birthday.
Maybe this is an opportunity given to him by God, which will enable him to truly face the crowd with ease.
"Everyone else is fine." Old Yu coughed, "Xiao Ruan needs to improve his on-the-spot reaction."
After Lu Shan finished speaking, he also improvised a short crosstalk, which made everyone laugh.
Xiao He, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore, so he handed the microphone to Ruan Cunyun. "You can quietly signal the prop master first. If he doesn't see it, you can borrow it from me first, and we can take turns sharing it."
The organizers of the birthday surprise were several managers from the technology department. When they pushed out the cake, the others naturally knew what to do. They stopped their work and gathered around Qin Fanglu to sing Happy Birthday to him.
Ruan Cunyun was stunned. It turned out that today was not President Qin’s birthday. Then when was it
Before Old Yu could say anything, Lu Shan became anxious.
I don’t know what time it was in the afternoon, but Ruan Cunyun was completely absorbed in the project, typing away intently on the keyboard, and completely unaware of the increasingly noisy sounds around him.
In any case, before the rehearsal next week, Ruan Cunyun wanted to do his best so that everyone could see his progress.
Ruan Cunyun stood in the crowd and sang with others.
Ruan Cunyun lowered his head: "Okay."
Qin Fanglu continued, "Birthday wishes should be made on the birthday, but today is Friday, so I can make a Friday wish."
Amidst everyone's laughter, Qin Fanglu said, "First of all, I wish you all a happy Friday. After eating the cake, you can go home from get off work. Secondly, I wish you all to be as happy as Friday afternoon every day, although this is unlikely. Finally, I still want to wish Zhu Fang better and better, and better and better together with everyone."
It was a perfect speech by a leader, down to earth, with some jokes in it, showing concern for colleagues, and finally focusing on the company.
Qin Fanglu took the knife, cut the first slice on the cake, and continued, "Thank you all for the birthday surprise. I accept it and like it very much. But I hope you won't use this kind of ribbon in the future. It's not environmentally friendly and it will be very hard for the cleaning lady."
A supervisor smiled and shook his head and said jokingly: "Our President Qin is still so unromantic."
Qin Fanglu smiled and said, "I solve it occasionally."
Friday afternoons are relaxing to begin with, and this cake party happened to be held right before getting off work, so we could just eat and leave.
Before leaving, his colleagues ran to Qin Fanglu's desk and said "Happy Birthday" and "Goodbye, Mr. Qin" to him, and Qin Fanglu said "Thank you" to them.
The cake is chocolate flavored, with a thick layer of chocolate sauce that is quite greasy.
Ruan Cunyun ate bite by bite and found the food a bit bitter. He had not finished eating until his colleague left.
Qin Fanglu gave a portion of cake to each of the cleaning ladies and said thank you for your hard work.
Xiao Mei also left with her bag. Before leaving, she greeted Ruan Cunyun and said, "Xiao Yun, aren't you leaving?"
Ruan Cunyun raised the cake and said, "I haven't finished eating yet."
Xiaomei smiled and said, "You usually have a big appetite, but you can't handle such a small dessert.
. I'm leaving first, bye!"
There were only a few people left in the office. Ruan Cunyun swallowed the last piece of cake, threw away the plate, and walked to Qin Fanglu's desk and stood still.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Qin."
Ruan Cunyun finished speaking but did not leave.
Qin Fanglu dragged a chair over and asked Ruan Cunyun to sit down, but Ruan Cunyun insisted on standing.
"Today is not my birthday." Qin Fanglu said, "It's Sunday."
"My birthday used to be on a weekday, and they would prepare a cake for me on that day. This year it's not on a weekday, and I didn't expect them to prepare it in advance."
Ruan Cunyun said "Oh".
Qin Fanglu looked at him and patted the chair gently: "It's tiring to stand, sit down."
Ruan Cunyun still didn't move, but his tone had softened, and he sounded a little aggrieved: "How could you not tell me about your birthday?"
These words themselves have deep meanings, and coupled with the tone, Qin Fanglu smacked his lips silently, and the more he smacked his lips, the more a sour and sweet feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.
Qin Fanglu asked him: "Can I tell you?"
Was Ruan Cunyun shallow-minded or was he just answering based on instinct: "Why not?"
"What can I expect after I tell you?"
"A lot!" Ruan Cunyun counted on his fingers, "Gifts, cakes, blessings... I need to prepare a lot of things."
Qin Fanglu was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling: "Do you prepare this for everyone?"
Ruan Cunyun was stunned and blurted out: "Of course not."
Only those three otakus would ask Ruan Cunyun to make detailed preparations for their birthdays.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Cunyun's face suddenly turned red, and he repeated in panic: "No! I am not..."
Qin Fanglu smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes: "It turns out that I can enjoy such high-standard treatment."
Ruan Cunyun then realized that his deep thoughts had been exposed, and hurriedly said, "No, it's just because birthdays are important!"
"Yes, birthdays are very important." Qin Fanglu smiled, feeling so sweet in his heart that he stopped teasing this fool who had fallen into his own trap.
"So are you free on Sunday? It's my birthday."
Ruan Cunyun said “there is time”.
"Would you like to come to my birthday party?" Qin Fanglu added, "It's a private invitation, and no other colleagues are invited."
Ruan Cunyun rubbed his ears: "Come."
After agreeing, he realized that he had been too hasty. The words "private invitation" far outweighed the threat posed by the word "party".
President Qin’s birthday party should invite at least a hundred or eighty business tycoons, right
"Party..." Ruan Cunyun asked with courage, "How many people are attending?"
"two."
Ruan Cunyun: "Ah?"
Qin Fanglu counted to him: "You, me."
Ruan Cunyun didn't reply for a while. He heard his heartbeat gradually speeding up.
"The party is at my house." Qin Fanglu continued, "We will stay at home all day and not go anywhere."
"Do you want to come?"
After asking this question, Qin Fanglu himself was unsure. He was afraid that he would take too big a step and hurt himself.
When fishing with a straight hook, anyone can see what he is thinking.
Two people in a room, can that be called a party
Ruan Cunyun's slightly jealous complaints just now made Qin Fanglu too proud, and he accidentally made an overly private invitation.
Ruan Cunyun lowered his head and said, "Do you remember last time on the plane, you said you wanted to introduce me to your three cats?"
Qin Fanglu was stunned for a moment, then his lips curled up when he remembered this.
He knew that Ruan Cunyun had agreed. As expected, Ruan Cunyun asked, "Does it still count now? I want to go pet the cat."
"It's a deal." Qin Fanglu sold the cats without hesitation. "I'll clean them all and let them wait for His Majesty Ruan to turn over the cards."
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On the day before his birthday, the three cats were sent to a pet care shop for a bath and a trim. Qin Fanglu cleaned up the house.
At the same time, all the things that were not presentable were thrown into the bedroom by Qin Fanglu.
At exactly midnight, Ruan Cunyun sent a "Happy Birthday" message to Qin Fanglu. Qin Fanglu held his phone and read it ten times. Even his dreams tasted like chocolate.
On the birthday, Ruan Cunyun arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time, holding a gift box in his left hand and a cake in his right hand. He poked the doorbell of Qin Fanglu's house with the tip of his chin.
Qin Fanglu opened the door as soon as the doorbell was pressed. He was wearing a dark, slim-fitting home suit, and looked like he would not go out all day. Ruan Cunyun was momentarily dazed, thinking he saw a stay-at-home guy like himself.
Ruan Cunyun said again face to face: "Happy birthday."
Qin Fanglu naturally took the two boxes and put them aside, and put the slippers at Ruan Cunyun's feet.
"You've said it three times in total. I'm having a very happy birthday already."
I opened the gift and found a set of razors inside.
It’s a very suitable gift for men, quite mediocre, but Qin Fanglu is still very happy.
Qin Fanglu's house is very big, with a spacious living room. The decoration style is just like him, simple and elegant, with luxurious details.
There was a set of cat climbing frames by the window. When the three cats saw a stranger coming, they climbed up high vigilantly and looked at this new human.
Ruan Cunyun felt a little uneasy at first, but his eyes were all drawn to the three cats. He felt that they were fatter than in Qin Fanglu's previous profile picture.
"Can I touch it?" Ruan Cunyun looked at Qin Fanglu with eyes full of desire.
"Of course." Qin Fanglu agreed readily. "Isn't this one of the themes of today?"
"What are they called?"
Qin Fanglu was stuck, and after a few seconds he said, "Xiaohei, Xiaoju, Xiaohua."
Ruan Cunyun called the fat orange cat "Little Orange". The old orange cat lay on the mat licking its paws, glanced at him lightly, and turned his head away indifferently.
Qin Fanglu directly picked up the cat and placed it in Ruan Cunyun's arms, saying calmly: "He doesn't understand his own name."
"All cats are like this." Ruan Cunyun held the fat cat in his arms, rubbed his soft belly, and modestly did not bury his head in the fur to suck, "Little Orange is so cute!"
"Did you buy them all at the pet store?"
"I picked them all up." Qin Fanglu sat cross-legged on the sofa. The black cat jumped over smoothly and nestled into the crook of Qin Fanglu's legs. "Huo... This orange cat is the youngest, but now it is the fattest."
"Ah." Ruan Cunyun pinched the orange cat's paw pads, "Where did you pick it up?"
Qin Fanglu held the black cat in his arms: "Some of them were stray cats in the community, and some were abandoned. Xiaoju eats everything and is a good eater, so he was in good health when I first picked him up. But Xiaohei is skinny and small, and very afraid of people. I have raised him for a long time, and now he has become the clingiest one."
The black and white milk cat rubbed past Ruan Cunyun, who hugged it and said, "You are so lucky to meet Mr. Qin."
"Their master is luckier than them," said Qin Fanglu.
Ruan Cunyun glanced at him quickly and pretended not to understand.
Even though there were only two of them, the atmosphere wasn't awkward at all. Ruan Cunyun stretched out a cat toy stick to play with the cat, and sighed that this was a perfect weekend.
After lunch, the two of them ate cake. Since there were only two of them, they both agreed not to sing the birthday song. Ruan Cunyun was too embarrassed to sing, and Qin Fanglu was too embarrassed to listen.
"But the wishes I didn't make at the company must be made today." Qin Fanglu clasped his hands together and closed his eyes facing the cake.
"I hope-"
Ruan Cunyun interrupted him: "You can't say it out loud. If you say it out loud, it won't work."
Qin Fanglu smiled and lifted his eyelids a little, then quickly closed them again: "Okay, then I won't say anything."
After eating and drinking, Ruan Cunyun felt a little sleepy and sat on the sofa, too lazy to move.
Qin Fanglu asked him: "What do you usually do on weekends at home?"
Ruan Cunyun hesitated and said, "Uh, I read a book, I use the computer... What about you, what do you usually do?"
This time it was Qin Fanglu's turn to hesitate. He said, "I draw occasionally..."
"Drawing?" Ruan Cunyun sat up straight, "You can draw, right
If you had known earlier, you would have given me painting supplies as my birthday present! "
"You can leave it for next year." Qin Fanglu raised his eyebrows. "Do you like it? I can draw a picture for you."
"Okay, okay." Ruan Cunyun said.
Qin Fanglu stood up, opened a door, came out after a while, holding some papers and a pencil, and closed the door.
It was pitch black inside the door and Ruan Cunyun could not see anything.
"What pose do you want to strike?" Qin Fanglu asked. "You can read a book. You don't have to stay still. Just be natural."
Ruan Cunyun naturally listened to Qin Fanglu's advice, picked out a detective book from the row of serious books on the bookshelf, and sat in the middle of the sofa to read.
Qin Fanglu moved a small stool and sat opposite, his pencil rustling on the paper.
Ruan Cunyun was flipping through the book but couldn't read anything. He would steal a glance at Qin Fanglu from time to time, and then look at the mysterious door that Qin Fanglu had closed.
Qin Fanglu noticed his gaze and asked, "Which room are you looking at?"
Being caught in the act, Ruan Cunyun coughed awkwardly: "Sorry, it's locked, so I was a little curious."
Qin Fanglu said openly: "That's my bedroom."
Then he asked, “Do you want to come in?”
This question is a bit explicit. The bedroom is a very suggestive place, especially when two people are alone in a room and their feelings are surging.
Qin Fanglu would always tease Ruan Cunyun from time to time, making it difficult for him to resist.
He almost buried his face in the detective book and shook his head: "No."
Qin Fanglu continued to ask: "Do you not want to do it for the time being or do you never want to do it in the future?"
Ruan Cunyun looked up from the book. The cover was almost broken by him, and his earlobe was so red that the veins could be seen.
“…Don’t ask.”
"Okay, I won't ask anymore." Qin Fanglu apologized with a smile, but there was no remorse in his tone.
In fact, Qin Fanglu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as it would be unsafe if he didn't say it more bluntly.
If Ruan Cunyun wants to go in, there will be nothing we can do.
All the game consoles, comic books and posters that had been cleared out of the living room were piled up in the bedroom. He had just frantically opened several drawers in order to find drawing paper, and hadn't even had time to close them again.
Ruan Cunyun was anxious to avoid this embarrassing topic.
"I know... well, not really, I just know a friend, a girl, who can draw, and she draws very well."
"Oh." Qin Fanglu asked casually as he put down his brush, "What style does she paint in?"
This question stumped Ruan Cunyun.
He thought back to the pictures that Teacher Dan had sent him, and after thinking for a long time he still couldn't find a style, and he almost got himself excited from thinking too much.
Ruan Cunyun finally squeezed out a sentence: "I don't know, anyway, I think it's a work of art!"
"It's a work of art." Qin Fanglu repeated, "Then my painting is definitely not as good as it."
Ruan Cunyun asked: "What are you painting now?"
Qin Fanglu kept moving: "I'm sketching now. I haven't drawn for a long time."
"So what do you usually draw?" Ruan Cunyun continued to ask.
The pencil paused for a moment, and Qin Fanglu recalled the things on his computer and in his drawers. The only word that could describe it was "disgusting".
Qin Fanglu finally managed to say: "If you can't explain it clearly, just scribble it randomly."
Ruan Cunyun laughed when he heard this: "But you like painting very much, right? When I see you painting, your eyes are different from usual."
"What's that look?" Qin Fanglu raised his eyelids and looked at him, smiling.
"I can't explain it." Ruan Cunyun leaned on the sofa and twisted his body gently, as if thinking, "It's just, quite gentle."
"I'm usually very fierce, right?" Qin Fanglu said, and replied to Ruan Cunyun's previous question, "I do like painting very much."
Qin Fanglu did not deny this.
"No wonder when I was dancing, you said it was a happy thing to have a hobby you like." Ruan Cunyun remembered Chaoqun, "I envy people who can draw and express the pictures they imagine."
"but you
Once you really learn how to draw, you will find that you will be troubled by the fact that your paintings cannot fully express your ideas. " Qin Fanglu's voice was calm.
“But if someone can understand what you want to express from a flat painting, that’s the most gratifying part.”
The two of them were chatting quietly, and the cat was snoring beside them. The atmosphere was very peaceful and made people feel very comfortable.
Later, the conversations became less and less frequent. Ruan Cunyun listened to the rustling sound of paper and pen and slowly closed his eyes.
Qin Fanglu watched the afternoon sun pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, like pieces of golden feathers falling on Ruan Cunyun's sleeping wings.
Ruan Cunyun was lying on the sofa, sleeping quietly, which reminded Qin Fanglu of how he slept in his own lounge. It made him think of spring, the breeze, the only paradise in this chaotic world, many beautiful things, and the sum of all tenderness.
Ruan Cunyun suddenly woke up and found that it was getting dark. He was lying on his side on a soft sofa, covered with a blanket, with an orange cat curled up at his feet. There were the sounds of pots and pans and bursts of fragrance from the kitchen.
Simple and plain, like the most down-to-earth slice of life.
Qin Fanglu came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of clay pot rice and glanced at Ruan Cunyun: "Are you awake?"
Ruan Cunyun rubbed his hair embarrassedly, jumped off the sofa, and busied himself helping Qin Fanglu clear the table and serve the dishes.
It was obviously Qin Fanglu's birthday, but it turned out that the birthday boy was the one who was busying around.
I didn’t expect Qin Fanglu’s cooking to be so delicious. It’s not very sophisticated dishes, but very homely and fragrant.
The day passed just like that, uneventful, with no horse riding and no hot spring bathing, but Ruan Cunyun felt happier than ever before.
When sending Ruan Cunyun home, Qin Fanglu stuffed the painting he had drawn today into his hands and said, "It's not very good-looking, please bear with me."
"You gave it to me?" Ruan Cunyun said in surprise, took it and prepared to open it.
Qin Fanglu immediately held his hand and said, "Let's go home and watch it later."
Returning home anxiously, Ruan Cunyun unfolded the drawing paper under the light.
A pencil sketch of a boy sleeping peacefully on a sofa with a kitten sleeping beside him and two others playing on top of the sofa.
There is a window at the back, with blossoming trees outside.
There is an elegant signature in the lower right corner: Qin.
Ruan Cunyun held her and looked at her for a long time, feeling warm in his heart.
He thought that Mr. Qin was indeed modest, even though his paintings were so beautiful.
As he was about to keep it safe, Ruan Cunyun suddenly discovered a line of words written on the back of the drawing paper:
[My eyes look different than usual, not because I am painting, but because I am painting you. ]
(End of this chapter)