Xia Wan's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She never expected that Director Qi could handle things so quickly, and that his decisive and efficient style was far beyond her imagination!
You know, just yesterday, at that frustrating and helpless moment, Xia Wan, heavy-hearted and filled with resentment and helplessness, dialed her godmother's phone number with trembling fingers.
The moment the familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, all sorts of complex emotions that had been suppressed deep inside me surged out like a flood that had suddenly burst its banks.
At this moment, Xia Wan's words became unusually urgent and excited, and she poured out her heart to her godmother without any concealment or reservation.
He recounted in detail all the things Qiao Qiao had done that were unscrupulous and reckless, taking advantage of her godfather's connections.
Whenever Xia Wan recalls Qiao Qiao's heinous acts, she almost loses control of her emotions, and her words are filled with deep contempt and disdain for Qiao Qiao's actions.
The tone was as if they were ruthlessly condemning the ugliest and most evil crimes in the world.
Xia Wan was not only furious at Qiao Qiao's extremely selfish nature, but also worried that her godfather's hard-earned good reputation over the years might be damaged by Qiao Qiao's reckless behavior.
Therefore, her tone of voice naturally revealed a deep sense of anxiety, unease, and utter helplessness.
However, to Xia Wan's utter surprise, only one night had passed.
As the first warm and gentle rays of sunlight streamed through the window and into the room this morning, the great gears of fate had already begun to turn silently and imperceptibly.
And just today, that arrogant and domineering Qiao Qiao inexplicably lost her job!
This news was like a pebble thrown into the calm lake of her life, creating ripples. The person who brought this news was none other than Wu Zhaodi. Her appearance instantly turned the ripples into a raging storm, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
At noon, the sun became quite intense, generously pouring its bright rays into the courtyard, as if nature, a master artist, had meticulously laid a shimmering golden veil over the entire yard. Every inch of sunlight danced with warm light, seemingly telling a story of the beauty and tranquility of life.
The dappled shadows cast by the trees on the ground sway gently in the breeze, their graceful and soothing movements seemingly whispering of the unique laziness and comfort of the afternoon, allowing one to immerse oneself in this tranquility and forget the troubles of life.
The summer sun blazed, cicadas chirped, and a gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, bringing a touch of coolness. Xia Wan sat quietly at her small, exquisite wooden table in her yard, preparing to enjoy a simple yet heartfelt lunch.
On the table lay a few simple yet heartfelt dishes. The first thing that caught the eye was a plate of vibrant green vegetables, their leaves as emerald green as if freshly picked from the garden. Each leaf was adorned with a glistening dewdrop, round and lovely like a pearl. Bathed in the bright sunlight, these dewdrops shimmered with a captivating light, like twinkling stars in the night sky. A closer sniff revealed a fresh, natural fragrance—the purest and most primal scent of nature!
Beside her, there was a bowl of steaming rice porridge. The white grains of rice tumbled and danced in the pot, cooked just right, each grain plump and distinct. As the steam rose, a rich aroma of grains wafted through the air, filling the entire courtyard. This fragrance was like an invisible hand, gently slipping into Xia Wan's nostrils, instantly evoking warm and sweet memories of home.
Finally, a small plate of tempting pickled vegetables sat on one corner of the table. The vegetables were a deep brown, neatly cut, and uniform in size. They emitted a unique salty aroma, neither too strong nor too bland, but just right, adding a distinctive flavor to this otherwise simple lunch. When Xia Wan picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and slowly chewed it, the salty and fragrant taste immediately spread throughout her mouth, each bite bringing immense satisfaction and happiness.
They blend together to exude a faint, rustic fragrance. Though not lavish or luxurious, it is full of the warmth of home. Every wisp of fragrance lingers in the courtyard, like a gentle hand, softly stirring the softest longing in one's heart. On this ordinary afternoon, Xia Wan feels a moment of warmth, as if all fatigue dissipates in this instant.
Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks broke the tranquility of the courtyard.
"Bang bang bang!" The sound was heavy and urgent, as if carrying endless anger, echoing back and forth in the courtyard, making the air tremble slightly. Even the flowers and plants in the yard seemed to be disturbed by this momentum, trembling slightly, as if they were afraid of the approaching storm.
The sudden noise startled the birds in the trees, which fluttered up and circled frantically in the sky, chirping incessantly with unease and fear in their voices. They flew away into the distance with this unease, leaving only a few clear chirps that pierced the silent sky and broke the tranquility in Xia Wan's heart.
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