24. Call me dad, I will spend Christmas with you

"Wenhua, you're dead!" As soon as I entered the company early in the morning, KK, an editor from the same group, rushed up and shouted this.

"I asked you to tell my fortune," Wen Hua rolled her eyes, put down her bag, and resigned herself to going to find the big devil.

"I'm sorry. I called you here for no other reason than to ask if you sent the wrong manuscript last night and sent your own elementary school composition instead?", the big devil Ms. Wang Di asked with a forced smile.

Wen Hua rolled her eyes inwardly, "I sold all my homework books from elementary school to high school as scrap. I sold more than 20 kilograms for a dozen yuan..."

Next, Mr. Wang sarcastically scolded Wen Hua for ten minutes about her recent frequent sick leave and lack of work attitude, and then told her that if she could do the job, she could do it, but if not, she could leave.

Wen Hua came out of the office looking dusty and dusty. When passing by KK, she gave her a thumbs up. Her fortune-telling skills were amazing and she could probably get a part-time job under the overpass.

I rewrote the manuscript and sent it over. Ms. Wang got even angrier. "You can write such a good article in just an hour. So, was it just to deal with her last night?" She scolded me again. Wen Hua was speechless, looking up at the sky. Could I blame her for this?

As someone who makes a living by writing, of course you can't wait until inspiration comes before working, but you can't completely ignore the contribution of sudden inspiration. For example, when she is under high pressure and pressure, her ideas flow more and she writes like a god.

There was an event at a client company at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Wenhua and Achen went to attend the event together. The guest speech script had been given to her earlier, and her script was almost finished. They went there in the afternoon mainly to take pictures and see if there were any highlights that could be added.

Many local media were also invited to the event. In the middle of the event, the client's boss, Mr. Song, came over politely to greet the media.

"Let's have dinner together tonight? Lin Zhengze will go too," Mr. Song asked her.

As expected, she smiled and said no, she had to go back to work overtime.

On the way back to the company, Song Kai looked at her phone and posted a circle of friends. She was smiling in the photo, and Lin Zhengze liked it.

They haven't been in touch since. Wen Hua clicked on his profile picture and entered his circle of friends. He rarely posted selfies, and most of them were work-related. But the day before yesterday, he posted a photo of himself volunteering to participate in a government-organized activity to care for the mental health of left-behind children. In the photo, he was surrounded by a group of children.

That piece of clothing really suits him. He looks like a modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

I miss him so much, and I miss him even more when I see him through the screen. It's so comfortable to lie on the sofa in his house. I miss the moments when I lay naked in his arms and hugged him. When I can't see him, I think of him and everything seems good, even his hair is good.

This kind of heart-wrenching longing is too tormenting, but Wenhua is addicted to this torture and cannot extricate herself. She always stands far away, loving and missing, without getting close or contacting.

It will eventually fade, who can love someone forever? She convinced herself.

Christmas is coming soon, and the company is planning a theme article. The background has collected many sweet ways for young couples to celebrate the holiday. Wenhua still remembers that the festive atmosphere was the strongest on the first day of the new year. A group of half-grown children were fond of giving apples to each other. On Christmas Eve, more than a dozen children pooled their pocket money and each took a few apples to eat cake.

On the way home from get off work, the Christmas decorations on the street were very beautiful, and Christmas songs were also playing in the mall. Wen Hua bought a cup of hot milk tea and stood under a roadside tree decorated with strings of lights to smoke. After a while, a man came over.

"Beautiful lady, can you lend me a light?"

Yes, smoking socially is the least stressful way to socialize. There is always an inexplicable sense of relaxation and closeness between smokers.

"Any cigarettes?"

Wen Hua turned to look at him and said, "Friend, just ask for a cigarette." She smiled and took out the cigarette box from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"Christmas is here, is the beauty alone?"

"Could it be possible that I will turn into a dog?" She didn't even want the cigarette anymore, put it out in the trash can and turned away.

How come it has become a pitiful thing to celebrate the holidays alone? The Internet is filled with wailing every time a festival comes. Wen Hua picked up her mobile phone and took a picture of the huge Christmas tree in front of the shopping mall and posted it on her Moments.

If you don't want to spend Christmas alone

Call dad

We are a family now."

By the time I got home, I had received more than 20 likes.

Just before going to bed, the phone rang and Lin Zhengze sent a WeChat message, "Call me dad, I'll spend Christmas with you."