February 14th came, and Qian Jue had already asked for leave in the afternoon, "Mr. Mo, can I get off work on time today."
Mo Zhengyan looked up at her, Qian Jue was a little embarrassed, and then said, "I have an appointment."
"Boyfriend?" Mr. Mo, who has never cared about the private lives of his subordinates, said something rare.
"...Yes." The surprised secretary was even more embarrassed.
"Go ahead." Mo Zhengyan replied.
Qian Jue left when he got off work on time.
"Mr Mo, did you start discussing the report?" Qi Jian asked, and He Sangsang had already prepared the documents.
Who knows, Mo Zhengyan got up, took his coat and put it on, "Do you two know what day is today."
"Report to President Mo, today is February 14." Qi Jian said.
"Sangsang, as the special assistant lady of the general manager's office, don't you have no appointment?" Mo Zhengyan asked suddenly.
This embarrassed He Sangsang, "No."
After following Mr. Mo for so many years, who in the company would dare to have such courage to ask her?
Mo Zhengyan was neatly dressed. He walked up to Qi Jian and patted him on the shoulder with emotion, "You are too shameless for so many years."
"..."
The two were dumbfounded, and Mr. Mo had already left lightly.
The clock square in the night is crowded with people because it is Valentine's Day and there is a firework show. All those bustling and noisy voices came, and the girl passing by suddenly turned her head and said, "Look, the man who walked over is so handsome."
In the front, a tall man walked past.
His gaze searched through the crowd, looking on every face, but he couldn't find the face he wanted to see, so he had to continue to wander in the crowd.
"Wow, there is Miss Bear, can you send balloons?"
There were joyous voices in his ears. It was a whisper of joy from lovers. Mo Zhengyan looked sideways. It was probably a bear puppet disguised by the staff, who was distributing balloons in the square.
He continued to walk again, but he walked the entire square, walking all the way, looking all the way, without seeing the person.
Mo Zhengyan suddenly became bored. This woman, she had an appointment with her, but she didn't come?
After going around the square two more times, when he couldn't find her, he simply sat down on the bench beside him.
Picked up the phone to make a call, but her phone was unanswered.
He put away the phone and had to sit here and wait.
It's just that time passes unconsciously, and there are more and more on this square, and the fireworks are in full bloom, blooming one after another in the night sky. He sat on the bench and looked at the fireworks in the night sky.
The little bear doll not far away was also standing there, watching the fireworks display.
The fireworks bloomed for half an hour, lovers hugged out, and the number of people on this square gradually decreased.
"Are there more balloons?" asked the passerby.
The bear doll gave the last two balloons in his hand, one of them to the passer-by, and waved to the person.
The man in the bench finally moved something, as if he couldn't wait to leave, and as if he had no patience, where to look.
Mo Zhengyan got up suddenly and went out of the square, but in front of him was blocking a bear doll.
He stood still, somewhat inexplicably.
The little bear handed him the last balloon in his hand.
Mo Zhengyan said, "No, thank you."
Little Bear refused to leave, but still passed the balloon to him.
Mo Zhengyan smiled slightly, but he stopped talking and was about to leave. But the little bear stretched out his hand and was hugged by the bear!
It was just this shameful action that made Mo Zhengyan completely startled. The feeling in this memory is too familiar, it seems that there is only that person, and only her, and only she will be like this.
Mo Zhengyan couldn't move anymore, and he didn't leave either.
Little Bear let go of his hand and looked up at him.
He also looked at the bear.
Little Bear held the balloon, but still passed it to him, motioning for him to take it.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her, "Song Qiyue, you asked me to come here and made me wait for so long. Is this what you call you waiting for me?"
Little Bear did not speak, but the doll's eyes were pitiful.
His heart trembled, as if he saw her innocent eyes, he insisted cruelly, "Do you think this game is very fun?"
Little Xiong just handed him the balloon, so anxious, seeing that the balloon was about to float away, he still held one end of the thin rope and pulled the balloon back into his hand.
He turned his head again, and saw that Little Bear took out a drawing board.
Mo Zhengyan wondered what it was, but Xiao Xiong turned the drawing board, and the clean white paper was written on her handwriting, which he recognized.
The first sheet of paper.
——I didn't like boys very much when I was young.
She turned one page, the second one.
——Because of my mother, I have always been scared.
She continued to turn down, the third sheet of paper.
——Before being taken back to Song's house, my mother jumped down from the stairs.
The fourth sheet.
——Someone came to the house at that time, and they quarreled with their mother.
The paper turned another page, and in the silence, something slowly penetrated into my heart.
——Mom said, let me hide in the closet and don't come out.
Those distant singing voices, not knowing where the music was played, came very vaguely, and there were people passing by, but Mo Zhengyan didn't move, he kept watching the drawing board turning pages.
——They all thought I had forgotten, but in fact I remember.
It was the dim light of the street lamp, which cast a dim light, hitting the little bear in front of him, and Mo Zhengyan's heart was silent.
Then turn the page and continue, and it's another page.
——I shouldn’t hide, I didn’t protect my mother.
He saw this page, fixed his eyes on it, the time was so long, and suddenly, remembering Song Lianheng’s words, he emerged in all this hazy—someone broke into the villa they lived in, wanting She jumped off the stairs on the spot when she was unruly with her sister-in-law. In July, she witnessed everything when she was hiding in the closet. However, she shouldn't remember these, because the doctor said that she had been irritated too much and she had forgotten it.
There is an innumerable sour sensation, it must be the cold wind is too irritating, that's why someone's eyes are blowing red.
Little Bear turned the page awkwardly, holding the drawing board in front of him.
——I am very grateful to him.
The drawing board froze in front of him, and the little bear stopped moving, but inside the shaggy puppet's body, the eyes were already red, and he could clearly see the moist color.
After a moment of freezing, the bear turned the page again.
——I played the family card with bitterness, are you still angry?
But it was immediate, just before he had time to react, his hand raised and landed on the bear's head.
He suddenly said, in a deep and gentle voice, "You did a good job, I'm very happy."
Very good, good, happy, happy.
"We are obedient in July, listening to what our mother says, and we are a good boy." He said without a word that came out of nowhere.
I thought it was something to say, or just like others: July, July, not your fault, you are still young.
"Good job," he said, leaning over and lowering his head, kissing the bear on the forehead.
No one saw it, little bear's tears quietly fell.