Master 02

While waiting for the traffic light, Song Jing saw a few foreigners. When she glanced at them unintentionally, she saw that the color of their eyes was not brown.

She suddenly thought of the man's eyes again. It was a very strange pupil color, but for some reason it seemed inexplicably scary.

She silently thought of this in her heart, but thinking that it was just a chance encounter, she quickly put the matter behind her.

Song Jing sent her car for maintenance last night. She was too busy with work today to drive it back. Coincidentally, her home was less than ten minutes away from the company, so Song Jing decided to walk home slowly today as a contribution to this week's exercise.

Because she was too lazy to cook dinner for herself, Song Jing went to a restaurant she often went to to solve the dinner problem. When she walked out of the restaurant, the sunset was already half set.

The sun was hanging in the sky, obscured by clouds, and its visibility was dim. The afterglow now was a little different from when she just left the company.

The location at the entrance of the restaurant happened to allow a clear view of a large area of sky in front of him. Song Jing took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the sunset with his somewhat poor photography skills.

By the time they reached the alley leading to the residential complex, it was already completely dark. The streetlights on the roadside were on, but the alley was still a little dark. Song Jing turned on the flashlight, tightly grasped the phone in her hand, and continued walking forward.

In fact, there is a wider road that can lead back to the community where Song Jing lives, but this small road is the shortest one. If Song Jing doesn't drive, she usually takes this small road to go home.

The path was paved with cement, but it was probably paved many years ago, and there were many cracks and pebbles on the ground.

The sound of shoe soles rolling over gravel rang in her ears, and Song Jing subconsciously looked back. There was no one behind her, and she was the only one walking in this alley.

Why do I always feel like there is someone behind me... Song Jing felt a little scared. She quickened her pace and ran back to her home with her bag and cell phone.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she got on the elevator and returned to her doorstep.

Living alone always brings worries. In order to protect oneself, humans' innate sixth sense always scares themselves. Song Jing leaned against the door of her house and gasped for breath.

Song Jing's daily life is boring and repetitive. She only goes between the company and home, and her social circle is limited to her colleagues and classmates she used to be familiar with.

Although the days were a bit boring, they were relaxing and comfortable enough for her.

Song Jing arrived at the company on time early in the morning. She was sitting at her workstation eating a chocolate bar.

"Good morning..." Jiang Qixin greeted everyone weakly with his bag on his back.

Song Jing raised her head and looked at her. They both yawned at the same time. "Why do you look so sleepy today?"

"I had a nightmare last night." She rubbed her eyes and replied to Song Jing's question, "No, your eyes look so swollen."

Song Jing took the last bite of the chocolate bar and said, "What a coincidence! I also had a dream, but it wasn't a nightmare. Last night I dreamed that my old cat came back."

Song Jing adopted a stray cat kitten from school when she graduated from university. She had raised it for half a year and they had grown very close. However, the cat got lost before it could even lay eggs.

I posted messages online, posted notices in the community, and went to look for the cat after get off work. I did everything I could, but I still couldn't find the lost cat.

Later, she often dreamed that she had found the cat, but every time she woke up, the cat's nest was still empty.

It had been almost four years since this happened, and Song Jing had to slowly let it go. Her cat hadn't appeared in her dreams for a long time.

Until last night, the Maine Coon cat appeared in my dream again, its figure already a little blurry.

Her kitten doesn't like to lie in the cat bed specially made for it. It loves to stick to Song Jing and runs to her bed to sleep with her every night. However, cats like to hide during the day and come out at night. When it wakes up in the middle of the night, it quietly walks out of Song Jing's bed and goes to the living room to play by itself.

In the morning, before Song Jing wakes up, the kitten will run back to the bed and pretend to have slept with Song Jing all night.

Even in the early morning, the roads near the residential houses in the city center are still full of traffic. The sound of the hovercraft is not as loud as that of traditional land cars, but the on-board lights are very dazzling.

She was the only one in the room. White noise mixed with the sound of the car driving entered her eardrums. Song Jing woke up from her dream, got out of bed, and walked out the door in her slippers.

The cat bed that had been there for several years was still lying peacefully and alone on the floor in the living room.

Song Jing knew that what she had just seen was just a dream, and her cat had disappeared long ago.

Then she cried uncontrollably. Song Jing had lived alone in this city for a long time, from college to working for a few years. In fact, she had long been accustomed to living alone, but Song Jing could still remember the days when she lived with the kitten.

A small creature suddenly appeared in her boring and lonely life, but it was all her fault that she made it disappear.

The consequence of waking up crying in the middle of the night is that your eyes will be so swollen that you can't open them when you get up in the morning.

Song Jing picked up the iced American coffee on the table and took a deep sip, which was refreshing and invigorating.

Jiang Qixin sighed and said, her family used to have a cat, but unfortunately it died of old age and went to the cat planet.

So she seemed to understand Song Jing's feelings quite well.

"By the way, Sister Jingjing, have you read the message in the group chat? There's a meeting at 9:30 today."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." Song Jing remembered that she received a notice from the minister early in the morning. She packed up the things she needed for the meeting and took the elevator with Jiang Qixin to the meeting room on the mezzanine on the second floor.

"This is a new standard that was recently issued and will be implemented in July of this year. The latest standard states..."

The minister was speaking while the people below were taking notes.

Song Jing was of course no exception. Although there was not much significance in recording these contents, as someone sitting in the front row of the long table, she should at least act in a proper manner.

She held up her face while listening and taking notes.

Afterwards, everyone discussed the impact of the changes in the standards on their work. The meeting was short and ended in less than half an hour.

"By the way, let me introduce our new director, Mr. He Mian."

A man was standing at the long table near the door of the conference room. Song Jing followed Minister Liu's gaze and saw his genuine amber eyes, which were not as light as those he had seen yesterday because of the backlight.

This person turned out to be the new director of their company...

"What's wrong? You seem to be daydreaming after the meeting." Jiang Qixin nudged Song Jing's arm with his elbow.

"Oh, nothing, maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night." Song Jing shook her head.

Thinking of the look she had just exchanged with He Mian and their chance encounter last night, she always felt that there was something strange about He Mian, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Sometimes people's first impression of each other is very strange, probably because of incompatibility of magnetic fields or something like that, so Song Jing always felt a little uncomfortable when she saw He Mian for the first time.

But this feeling was a little too inexplicable. A sense of depression without any reason filled her heart, but Song Jing didn't know how to accurately describe her feelings.

She shook her head and didn't think about it anymore. She and Jiang Qixin walked back to the office, holding hands.

"By the way, Xiao Song, wait a moment." Minister Liu pulled her from behind and said, "Are you free in the next two days?"

Song Jing stopped and looked back at Minister Liu. She thought carefully before replying, "I'm not busy with experiments lately, so I'm relatively free this week."

Jiang Qixin walked aside and slipped away secretly.

"On Wednesday, students from your college at University A will come to our factory and laboratory to study. Please postpone your work for the day and be the tour guide."

Song Jing graduated from the best local university. Because their company is a leading local enterprise, the college organizes sophomore students to visit their company's factory every year for cognitive learning and observation.

In the past two years, Song Jing and two other colleagues from the same school served as tour guides for those college students. Since they were students from the same university, communication was more convenient.

Song Jing nodded to Minister Liu. Because the content of each visit was almost the same, Song Jing did not need to make too much preparation. Just one preparation was enough for her to cope with it for several years. After all, the most basic technology and equipment have not changed much.

"By the way, Mr. He and you graduated from the same university. When the time comes, you can take Mr. He with you to the factory." Minister Liu looked at He Mian who was standing not far from them and added. Before Song Jing could reply, her phone rang and he disappeared from her sight in a hurry.

"Mr. He?" Song Jing frowned and turned back to look at him.

"My name is He Mian." He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his voice sounded very gentle.

"I know your name is He Mian." Song Jing was stunned for a moment, not knowing why He Mian emphasized his name to her again. There was a moment of awkwardness in the air.

Song Jing didn't like to initiate conversations with others, but since the other person was her new boss, and she saw that he had no intention of speaking, she had no choice but to bring up a random topic. "I just heard from Minister Liu that we are alumni. Which class are you from?"

"I'm two years older than you. No need to use honorifics, just call me by my name and 'you'." He Mian followed and walked on Song Jing's left.

"Well, I'm used to calling you that. Besides, you're my boss."

He Mian seemed to be stunned for a few seconds as he looked at her. "Okay, if you like, then call me that. It's okay. I just don't want us to look too unfamiliar."

He Mian has no expression when he is not speaking. His facial features are very beautiful in Song Jing's aesthetic sense, but because he has no expression and his eye color is different from that of ordinary people, he looks very serious.

But when he spoke to her, his voice was neither too high nor too low, with a hint of magnetism, and his tone sounded unexpectedly gentle.

Song Jing really didn't know what to say and laughed awkwardly twice. Fortunately, their offices were not next to each other, and soon the two of them parted ways without saying a few words.

After getting off the elevator and returning to the office, Song Jing sat back at her workstation and tidied up the things on the table.

When she opened her phone and found He Mian's friend request, Song Jing clicked on it. Just as she put down the phone, she suddenly frowned and froze in shock.

In the conversation just now, Song Jing did not mention which class she was from. Logically, He Mian probably didn't know her before, so why did he directly say that he was two years older than her? How did he know which class she was from?