Xiao Wanqing was too focused on watching, and I don't know how long it took. When she came back to her senses, she found that Xia Zhijin and Shi Jinglan on her right had disappeared, leaving only two empty seats.
Do you only watch Shiman's shows? Xiao Wanqing sighed.
That's right, she was already surprised that Jinglan was able to be there. During the interview, they also touched a little bit about family issues. At that time, Shi Jinglan said with a smile that she was indebted to her daughter, and the time they could meet each other was only a handful of times a year. Fortunately, her daughter was very independent and didn't make her worry too much.
Xiao Wanqing thought of Shiman, under Shi Jinglan's busy negligence, she has indeed grown very well and excellently. She then thought about Xia Zhijin's skillful performance in the kitchen that day, and speculated, maybe Xia Zhijin was responsible for it
I don't know what kind of role Xia Zhijin plays in their house. Xiao Wanqing smiled and shook her head, when did she gossip like this.
After another two shows, the phone in Xiao Wanqing's bag suddenly vibrated crazily. When she opened the bag and took out the phone, the vibration had stopped, and the caller ID told her that it was her assistant. When Xiao Wanqing was hesitating whether to go out and make a call, the phone screen lit up again, and it was the assistant who called again.
Generally speaking, if there is nothing very important and you don't answer once, the other party will send her a text message thoughtfully, telling her what to do with her, and asking her to call back at a convenient time. But now, she made two calls in a row.
Xiao Wanqing's heart sank, she was afraid there was something urgent.
She thought for a while, hung the SLR around her neck, picked up her bag, groped in the dark, and walked quickly towards the half-open back door of the theater.
After going out the door, Xiao Wanqing looked around, went straight to the second floor, opened the door and entered an open-air terrace. She found an empty corner and called back the phone number of her assistant.
Sure enough, there was a temporary problem at work.
As early as two months ago, the magazine had been planned by her to hold a salon two days before Christmas. In this salon, industry colleagues are widely invited, and the main purpose is to exchange and discuss the integration of the development of the print media era and the Internet media era. At that time, they had already booked and successfully contacted four keynote speakers.
Now, the assistant received a notice from one of the speakers, saying that there was an unexpected accident and that he would not be able to attend next week. Xiao Wanqing was the main planner of this salon, and as soon as the assistant received the news, he rushed to ask her. Now, should we temporarily change to three speakers, or should we find a way to find another speaker to save the situation
If one speaker is rashly reduced, then many follow-up related links of the salon will have to be modified accordingly, and the amount of work will be huge.
Most importantly, time is really running out.
Xiao Wanqing leaned halfway against the wall, raised her hand to support her forehead, sighed, and comforted her assistant in a gentle voice: "For the time being, go ahead with the original plan, I'll contact you at night, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
In fact, time is so tight, if it is not for the strong relationship, who would want to rush to play in such a hurry
With no other choice, Xiao Wanqing had no choice but to send Wen Tong a distress message.
Wen Tong is currently working for Xinchao, one of the domestic information media giants, as the director of the marketing department of Anjiang District. In terms of qualifications, it is comparable to the speaker I contacted before.
Xiao Wanqing and Wen Tong have known each other for many years, and they have always felt that it is best for friends to get along with each other purely, and not to involve too many things related to work interests. Therefore, even though their fields of work overlap in many areas and their network can be shared, she never bothers Wen Tong unless Wen Tong takes the initiative.
This time, it was really necessary.
Fortunately, not long after she sent the text message, Wen Tong replied readily and agreed to her, and asked her to call her when it was convenient, and they talked in detail on the phone.
However, Wen Tong also raised a condition. Wen Tong said that Xiao Wanqing booked her one night's salon time plus a few nights of preparation time. Does she have to compensate her for at least one night's time
Xiao Wanqing looked at the reply letter, her brows loosened, and she couldn't help but laugh. After all, it can't be too outrageous, right? There was a gentle smile in her eyes, and she reluctantly replied to Wen Tong: "Okay, I will pay you."
With a smile on her face, she put away her mobile phone, put it in her bag, and returned along the same road. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a familiar figure, and her steps froze.
Xia Zhijin was sitting on the narrow balcony pier, staring up at the deep night in a daze. Xiao Wanqing's loneliness and depression can be seen at a glance on her always cold and calm face.
Xiao Wanqing's hand that was leaning on Bao's hand was retracted abruptly, her heart tightened, she immediately turned around, and walked towards Xia Zhijin lightly.
She stood still behind Xia Zhijin, quickly wrapped Xia Zhijin in her arms with both hands, and reminded her softly, "Why are you sitting here? It's too dangerous."
Xia Zhijin was touched suddenly, but Xiao Wanqing didn't struggle in surprise after being frightened in the slightest. She slowly turned her head and looked behind her with a gloomy expression. She saw that it was Xiao Wanqing, but she narrowed her eyes slightly and said lightly, "It's Aunt Xiao..." Then, the girl turned her head back again, looking at Xiao Wanqing in a daze. A dark night sky without a single star.
Xiao Wanqing felt that she was not in the right mood, so she didn't dare to let go. With a gentle tone, she lowered her head and approached the girl, coaxing her: "It's very windy at night here, it's easy to catch cold, shall we come down first?"
The girl was silent and did not respond to her.
When Xiao Wanqing hesitated to coax her again, Xia Zhijin suddenly leaned back and completely handed herself over to Xiao Wanqing. She leaned into Xiao Wanqing's arms completely, and with a low voice, she smiled softly and asked Xiao Wanqing: "Aunt Xiao, tell me, can poverty really bend a person's back? Poor people are not qualified to dream right?"
She obviously asked the question with a smile, but in the middle of the conversation, her voice gradually choked up, and her crying gradually became apparent.
Xiao Wanqing was overwhelmed by the desolation and despair in her tone. For a while, she hugged her even tighter, blurted out "no", and didn't know how to answer her so as to comfort her more.
"It's so boring to be a human..." The girl's voice was clear and cold, revealing a vicissitudes and fragility that didn't match her age. She seemed to see through the cruelty of fate to her in an instant.
Just now, after watching Shi Man's performance, Shi Jinglan signaled Xia Zhijin to come out with her. Sitting opposite each other at the empty table on the quiet open-air balcony on the second floor of the theater, Shi Jinglan said softly to her: "You and Shiman should be together."
Isn't it ridiculous
Because she was worried that Shi Jinglan would be unacceptable and sad when she was with Shiman, she desperately pushed the person she liked away. But the person she had been worried about told her softly: "You stay with her and don't care about me."
For a moment, she was ecstatic, thinking that the god of luck had finally favored her for once; she thought that a life as barren and desolate as hers could finally go smoothly for once.
However, in the next second, Shi Jinglan's calm and deep voice cruelly shattered her fantasy, and even broke her self-esteem and pride over the years.
Shi Jinglan said: "Manman has always liked you very much. If you don't accept her, she will just keep making troubles if she can't think about it. Over the years because of you, she finally became more obedient. Just do your aunt a favor, don't let her She is too sad, play with her."
"However, children are playing house, you just don't need to take it seriously." She looked at Xia Zhijin lightly, and said with deep meaning: "You understand what Auntie means, right?"
Xia Zhijin looked up in disbelief at this woman she seemed to have never really known. She touched her cold eyes that implied coercion, and for a moment, she couldn't help shivering.
Her mind was a little chaotic, she looked at Shi Jinglan without words for a long time, her heart was overwhelmed.
But Shi Jinglan was impatient: "I still have a video conference later, so let's go first." She stood up, pressed a check on the table, and threw down a sentence like alms: "Give your grandma Come pick it up with my sister." Then, he left straight away.
Xia Zhijin looked blankly at the six-digit check on the desk. After a long time, she suddenly smiled lowly, tears streaming down her eyes...
Xia Zhijin, how overestimated and self-indulgent are you that you dare to admire and love her as a half-mother? She also thinks that she is kind and caring for you, so she has been helping you and even letting you live in the house. She also thinks that if she is with Shiman, it will bring her a double blow.
What are you? Who gave you the thick skin and courage
A tool used to control and satisfy someone else's daughter, unexpectedly, openly regards himself as a dignified person who can sit on an equal footing with others
After receiving the money, let you eat, play and study with me, and you can do it right.
Now, let you charge money to sleep with me, what qualifications do you have to resist the cold heart
It was you who owed others in the first place.
Ah…
Also, what do you think? People who are struggling with food and clothing for three meals, what right do they have to think about so-called feelings and so-called love.
It's still too naive...
"Aunt Xiao, I'm serious. I like Shiman." Xia Zhijin suddenly retracted her dangling legs, turned back, and faced Xiao Wanqing, her eyes were so bright and clear that they seemed to be able to illuminate the entire night sky.
Xiao Wanqing clasped her skinny back with both hands, and responded to her tenderly: "Well, Shiman is really lucky."
Xia Zhijin shook her head, disappointed and said regretfully: "But, in the future, no one will know, and no one will believe it."
She jumped down, landed firmly on the ground, buried her head in Xiao Wanqing's arms and thanked sullenly: "Thank you, Aunt Xiao." Then, she backed away, her face showing her usual coldness and kindness. The cloud was light and the wind was light, and he said briskly to Xiao Wanqing: "Let's go down, the awards should be presented soon."
She turned around, her figure was straight and thin, so proud and so fragile.
Xiao Wanqing stared blankly, and suddenly called out to her: "Zhijin!"
The girl turned around and looked at her suspiciously.
Xiao Wanqing frowned, with a rare seriousness, and her voice was low: "Zhijin. One cannot choose one's own origin, but one can choose one's own life."
Xia Zhijin smiled slightly when she heard the words, but it was like an epiphyllum blooming in the dark night, fleeting: "There is no choice in life."
Xiao Wanqing's heart suddenly tightened, as if there were fine and dense needles, all of a sudden, they pierced fiercely into her heart.
That day, when Yan Jia gave up on her and turned to leave, she told her the same way: "Xiao Wan, I have no choice."
Maybe it's not people who are wrong, but fate
It's fate, there is no other choice for them.
When he went back, just as Xia Zhijin expected, the competition was already awarding awards.
Lin Xian's class won the first prize firmly. Xiao Wanqing was in the audience, smiled and took pictures of Lin Xian, and sent a happy news to Zhou Qin with the photos.
After the game ended, Xiao Wanqing waited for Lin Xian. Seeing that Xiao Wanqing had a SLR, Lin Xian's classmates asked Xiao Wanqing if they could take some group photos for them. Xiao Wanqing didn't hesitate, and worked hard with a good temper. She became the exclusive photographer of Lin Xian's class and helped them take a few group photos with different styles on the Avenue of Stars outside the theater.
The students were still excited, still unfinished, pulling other poses, but Lin Xian felt distressed.
She seemed to help Xiao Wanqing put the DSLR into the bag casually, and said goodbye to everyone: "It's getting late, you go back early to wash up and get ready to rest. Let's leave. I will export the photos and send them to you later. "
It is indeed not too early. Seeing this, everyone tactfully took it easy, said goodbye and thanked each other, and left.
On their way back, they strolled leisurely down the empty boulevard leading to the parking lot.
Xiao Wanqing was a little strangely silent, Lin Xian was still immersed in the game just now, talking non-stop with joy.
"Aunt Xiao, I think the overall quality of the repertoire of our School of Finance and Economics is better than that of the School of Business Administration. What do you think?"
Xiao Wanqing replied lightly: "Yes." In fact, she didn't see any of the following plays.
"Look, the storyline in which the School of Business Administration finally won the first prize, I think, is not reasonable at all in terms of logic and personality."
"Well, is that so?" Xiao Wanqing responded casually.
Lin Xian finally found out that something was wrong with Xiao Wanqing. She took Xiao Wanqing's hand, stopped, looked at Xiao Wanqing, and said with burning eyes: "Aunt Xiao, what are you thinking?"
Perhaps the light cast by the tall street lamps on both sides is too warm, or the loneliness after the hustle and bustle has dissipated makes people vulnerable, or, Lin Xian's unremoved makeup at the moment is too mature and seductive, which makes Xiao Wanqing relax He became alert and had the desire to have a heart-to-heart discussion with her.
She asked the question that has been lingering in her heart since just now: "Lin Xian, do you believe in fate?"
Lin Xian was slightly taken aback, and his smile faded slightly. She wanted to ask Xiao Wanqing why she asked this suddenly, but after thinking about it, she answered Xiao Wanqing firmly: "I don't believe it."
Xiao Wanqing looked at her resolute expression, and said with a lonely smile: "I didn't believe it before. But the older I get, the more I feel that there are too many helplessness and involuntary people living in this world. It seems that, Sometimes, the road is not walking by ourselves, but a pair of unknown hands pushing us to a road we cannot choose. You say, isn’t this fate?”
It's like, Yan Jia chose to give up, Xia Zhijin chose to give in, and she chose to close herself and never dare to love or hate.
Lin Xian looked at her fixedly, still firmly shaking his head in disapproval: "It's not, I don't believe it."
She said: "Sometimes you always like to attribute all unsatisfactory things to fate and impermanence, but in fact, everything we have experienced and everything we are experiencing now are not all the choices made by each of us. Is there a result? If there is a fate, then does fate really not give us a choice? No, it is because we dare not choose and bear the consequences of the choice. What we like is called choice, and what we don’t like is called fate. It's unfair to fate, isn't it?"
"Aunt Xiao, I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself. There is only one life, and only I can make decisions for myself."
The dim light and shadow of the street lamp cast on the girl's young and confident face, shining so brilliantly and touchingly on the girl's face.
Xiao Wanqing stared at Lin Xian for a long time, finally her expression moved, her brows relaxed, and the depression in her heart gradually dissipated.
She stretched out her hand and gently scratched Lin Xian's nose, with a look of love and compassion, she said softly: "Lin Xian, I hope you will always be an exception."