After lunch, she sent the materials He Feifei wanted to the domestic news editorial department.
"I heard that your director recommended you to go abroad? Not bad, Ji Yi, where are you going?" He Feifei flipped through the information, threw it on her file rack, and took her hand, "Just don't go to Syria. ."
"I pushed," she said, "don't want to go out."
"Oh, oh," He Feifei immediately understood, "This is the rhythm of the happy event."
Such light words were still heard by the people nearby, who were all familiar with her during her internship, and immediately came over to ask. Ji Yi was embarrassed by the question, but He Feifei felt that she was the matchmaker between her and Ji Chengyang. Every time she mentioned this matter, she was extremely enthusiastic. She tried to stop it several times without success.
The war reporter’s lecture activity that the agency did before was very popular, and these guests were originally connected by everyone using various relationships. The list was also screened together. Naturally, the resume of Ji Chengyang is too familiar. At this time, I was surprised to hear that it was him, so Ji Yi hurriedly escaped under the pressure of various gossips.
She left the domestic newsroom and walked all the way down the wooden stairs, but her footsteps suddenly stopped.
Not far away, the figure in suit and leather shoes with her back facing her...
She had never seen him in a suit, and almost thought she had admitted the wrong person.
Ji Chengyang stood there and talked with colleagues in the three agencies, English, French, Spanish, Cantonese, and other languages mixed in it. The four people chatted in full swing, with a tight rhythm and no communication barriers.
She also talked with foreign colleagues in her department. Ji Yi majored in English, and Spanish was the second major, but the other party was native French, and English was very weak, but he could speak a few sentences in Chinese, so the two communicated in various languages. Randomly interspersed, chatting is like a crappy and aggrieved quarrel...
In this regard, as a language professional, it is better to be a PhD.
Ji Yi frowned and didn't feel ashamed at all.
She stood on the stairs and peeped for a while, and was noticed by him. Ji Chengyang called her over and introduced them to those people. Although they all work in the same place, there are eleven management departments, ten editorial departments and thousands of employees in the Beijing headquarters alone. It is difficult for people in the personnel department to be familiar with everyone.
After introduction by Ji Chengyang, everyone knew that this little girl was also a colleague in the society. So she had just escaped from the domestic editorial office that had been besieged, chased and blocked, and she was "watched" again here.
Fortunately, Ji Chengyang originally came to pick her up, so he didn't stay any more.
"I'll take you to the disaster relief party." He saw that the time was almost up and told her: "Can I leave a few minutes earlier? There should be time for a meal." She nodded and followed him away.
When Ji Chengyang worked in his early years, he came here a lot and was very familiar with the location of each department. She was so behaved here during the internship, she never wandered around, but didn't have him. As he walked, he told her which road led to where, where to take a taxi, and where to go out to the small restaurant to be more delicious.
Ji Yi pursed his lips, nodded, then nodded again.
This scene is too much like when school enrollment, from how to eat meals, buy meal tickets, and finally how to take a bath and wash clothes, parents of school students must first understand everything in detail, and then explain clearly to their children one by one.
From beginning to end, she would peek at him from time to time, so different Ji Chengyang.
She was used to his light clothes and never imagined that he would wear formal clothes. Ji Chengyang could always feel her gaze, which was a bit funny, but did not pierce it. Until dinner, the two picked up the car in the underground parking lot. He leaned over to fasten her seat belt, and finally asked her ear if there was nothing, "Why keep looking at me?"
"I didn't look at you, I was looking at your clothes." Ji Yi muttered, touched the collar of his suit with his finger, and then touched the tie knot. How did this fight? Go back and look it up online, practice and practice, "Did you tie the tie yourself?"
"no."
no
"I bought a few of them and asked Nuan Nuan mother to help me fight them all at once," he laughed, and thought that his practice was very good, once and for all, "I have never opened them, just wear them when you want to use them."
She screamed, her doubts disappeared, her fingers still touching his collar.
This kind of action has no purpose, it has the element of acting like a baby, just sticking to him like this. He is so willing, this is the feeling of being loved. In the past, whether it was a girl who received love letters or gifts when he was a teenager, or a girl who could not go to a performance hall or a rehearsal hall for a long time, or a woman who came into contact with implicitly or directly expressed the intention of getting along in adulthood, he would feel that Trouble, even resistance. And replaced by Ji Yi... He never rejected it from beginning to end.
"Like watching me wear a shirt suit?"
"Yeah." She laughed.
"I'll be at home from now on, and I will show it to you." Ji Chengyang put his elbows on the back of her seat, looking at the person under her nose, her eyes fell on her blushing lips, thinking of some untimely pictures, so the words The content also has some hints.
"Wear at home?"
"Wear it alone for you."
Ji Chengyang looked at her lips, opened and closed slightly, and began to seriously consider whether the parking space was sufficiently concealed. The location of the car is the northeast corner of the garage, the farthest from the exit, very few cars will come. After almost confirming that the risk of being peeped was low, he sat up straight, patted his leg, and motioned for her to sit over. Ji Yi was a little worried. He said, "The right leg is okay. The fracture is the left leg." She used her hands and feet together, crawling over with some effort, found a more comfortable position on his leg, and sat down.
In the car, she bought CDs before going to Sichuan, all of them were English classics.
Now this song is called Right Here Waiting, and the Chinese translation is "This Love Can Wait". The music gradually reached its climax, and she gently tugged his arm: "Listen now, listen quickly." Ji Chengyang is a little inexplicable. To be honest, these songs are very old. People in the 70s must have heard them, but as a man, he hasn't thought about it. So delicate to listen to the lyrics of each song carefully.
At this time, under her prompt, it was the first time to pay attention to the climax of this song.
He listened for a while, then clicked the song loop: "I didn't pay attention just now, listen to it again."
Ji Yi glanced at other places unnaturally.
While waiting, he naturally lowered his head and kissed her slowly. The two people were not in a hurry in this quiet and enclosed space, so they listened to the song again and kissed slowly. He kept his eyes open all the time, looking at her, and by the way, noticing whether anyone was passing by outside the car.
The song gradually reached its climax, and finally waited for what she wanted him to hear:
Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks, I will be right here waiting for you.
No matter where you go, no matter what you do. I will always be here waiting for you.
No matter how fate changes, no matter how heartbroken, I will always be here waiting for you.
The way the little girl expresses his feelings has always been very subtle. When he was in Iraq, she used the piano to play Angel. Ji Chengyang's gaze became very gentle. He saw a car passing by through the car window. He seemed to be looking for a parking space, but he didn't remind her.
Ji Yi couldn't see it, still nestled in his arms, raised his head, and kissed him aimlessly.
The disaster relief party that night was in the No. 1 studio in the station.
Ji Chengyang parked the car outside the TV station and walked with her into the building from the west gate. On the way, after several inspections by security personnel, he walked into the lobby in circles. At this time, less than half an hour before the start of the party, the studio was full of preparation staff. The two walked in. Before they found a seat to sit down and rest, a woman came to meet him.
"I remember you," the woman and Ji Chengyang said with a smile, before turning to look at Ji Yi, "Do you remember me?"
Ji Yi nodded, a little shy.
When Ji Chengyang brought her to Taiwan for the first time, he asked the anchor to take care of herself. It is the story that she told herself that Ji Chengyang was selected as the "Taiwan Flower", and that during the 1998 flood, Ji Chengyang became famous as an intern reporter because of his desperate efforts.
"I remember that you were still wearing the school uniform of the attached high school at that time, a little girl, hey, I am old, old," the woman was very surprised, suddenly felt that she was getting old, and patted Ji Chengyang on the shoulder casually, "Old Ji. , We are all old."
The woman seems to have endless things to say, the same as before.
When it was almost starting, he got up and left.
The lights dimmed.
Looking at the distant back, Ji Yi thought of another person, pretending to ask casually: "I haven't seen Liu Wanxia today? Isn't she coming?" Ji Chengyang smiled dumbly, "It should be."
"Why don't you say hello when you are here?" She asked in a low voice in the dark.
"I don't know," his eyes were so dark that they were smiling, "I guess I won't come over if I saw you there."
She grumbled, "Why didn't you come over when you saw me?"
This kind of knowingly asked questions is obviously a jealous one.
Ji Chengyang was insightful to her little emotions, and deliberately didn't answer, Xiao Jie was pleased, and he knew nothing about this. Unsurprisingly, after a few minutes, Ji Yi couldn't stretch herself anymore, and leaned forward: "Anyway... You can't let her come to our house again."
It turned out that she hadn't finished the jealousy that Liu Wanxia visited late at night a few years ago.
He laughed, but still didn't speak.
Ji Yi pulled his sleeves again.
He turned his head and whispered in her ear: "She got married a month ago, don't worry?"
married
She was speechless for a while, feeling that her behavior was very embarrassing, and she sat up straight and looked straight ahead without blinking. Ji Chengyang then went to see her, looking at the annoyed emotion in her eyes, and wanted to tell her: In this world, she can not consider the realistic conditions of choosing a mate, can understand what he does and think, even after being hurt. So determined to start again, so tolerant, waiting for a man named Ji Chengyang, there is only one woman from beginning to end.
This kind of thing is not just talking about it, just thinking about it in your head.
Others can't do it, and they have no chance to do it.
So how important she is.
Love for him is not a dear to his skin, not a meal, it is a desire to have, and it is the longest memory in his life. For him, love is Ji Yi.