A gentle male voice suddenly interrupted Yan Zhi's thoughts, its tone tinged with uncertainty.
Yan Zhi was slightly startled, as if she had been instantly struck by a pressure point, her body suddenly unable to move. She remained sitting there quietly, but everything around her seemed to stand still, and only the name Wen Fei remained in her mind.
As the sound of "Wen Fei" spread, Yan Zhi's uncontrollable emotions gradually amplified, and in the moment of stunned silence, a thin layer of tears unknowingly welled up in her eyes.
Memories surged back instantly, overwhelming her.
Five years ago, Yan Zhi had just entered the workplace with a clear sense of naivety in her eyes. As a newbie, she was often bullied, but Yan Zhi's work was not a mess, all thanks to her hard work.
On her second day at work, Yan Zhi was forced by her senior to do work that was not within her job scope. At that time, Yan Zhi was like Lin Xi today, unable to refuse and relying entirely on brute force to get to work. Perhaps Yan Zhi helped Lin Xi at the beginning because she saw her former self in Lin Xi.
Lin Xi is lucky to have someone willing to help her at work, but Yan Zhi is even luckier than Lin Xi. Fei Fei not only gives her fish, but also teaches her how to fish.
That night, her senior asked Yan Zhi to compile the sales records of a certain brand over the past five years. Yan Zhi was stunned. This brand's daily sales were in the hundreds of thousands. Five years! How many days is that? How could she possibly complete it in just one night?
Wen Fei, who joined the company at the same time but lived in the same department, waited for Yan Zhi to get off work for a long time, so he came to find her. After Yan Zhi explained the whole story, Wen Fei patted Yan Zhi's head affectionately, and smiled gently and casually like an older brother: "That's it? You've been with me, a programmer, for so long, haven't you been influenced at all?"
Yan Zhi's clear yet foolish eyes gazed longingly at Wen Fei, everything unspoken.
Wen Fei casually rolled up his sleeves, his buttocks landing heavily on the chair with a masculine air, clearly in a state of high arousal. His fingers pounded the keyboard with domineering confidence, exuding a dazzling aura: "Watch this!"
Two minutes later, a neat and organized report appeared out of nowhere.
Yan Zhi's eyes lit up: "That's amazing!"
Wen Fei smiled casually, exuding boyfriend charm. She gently lifted Yan Zhi's chin with her index finger, teasingly saying, "It's not magical. This is just the most basic and simplest operation. If you massage my waist and legs every day, I promise I'll teach you everything."
This is the simplest one. If she learned all of them, wouldn't she be a force to be reckoned with in the secretarial world?
Over the past five years, although Yan Zhi has not mastered everything, her computer skills are enough to make her stand out among secretaries.
But Wen Fei... is gone, forever.
A year ago, Wen Fei was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and within a month, this vibrant life was lost.
She was only 25 years old. She was so young. She hadn't even had a chance to enjoy love before she was gone.
She's so kind and optimistic, how did this disease end up on her?
For a time, Yan Zhi was unable to get over the grief of losing her best friend. During that period, she couldn't even mention the name Wen Fei.
Yan Zhi and Wen Fei had known and accompanied each other for nine years. They met in the same class in their second year of high school and hit it off immediately. They went to the same university and then joined the same company after graduation. During this time, they lived together, ate from the same pot, wore the same pants, and slept in the same bed. Apart from blood ties, they were even closer than family. Yan Zhi always thought they could be together for a lifetime, but she never expected that in the ninth year of their acquaintance, she would lose Wen Fei forever.
She has no good friends anymore; her best friend is gone.
We will never meet again in this life.
Yan Zhi never felt that she had met Wen Fei too late, nor was she worried that their friendship would be too short, until Wen Fei suddenly passed away.
Wen Fei was gentle, even in his passing; despite suffering greatly from illness, his comforting last words were gentle:
"Zhizhi, there are some things I can't say to your face, so I'll send them to you as voice messages. After I'm gone, you must be strong and keep going, be gentle, look inward, and grow naturally."
I hope you won't be sad because of me, at least... don't be sad for too long. You must eat well, sleep well, and enjoy each day as it comes.
During holidays and festivals, please send a message to my parents to say hello. They'll be happy for a long time without me having to go there in person...
My only regret is never having been in a relationship. As a young woman in my prime, I've spent so much of my life glued to the computer, barely even glancing at any handsome guy. What a waste! Luckily, I didn't have the courage to confess my feelings, otherwise I'd be wasting his time...
Zhizhi, when it comes to finding love, I can only entrust it to you. I'll bless you with a stable and happy life from below...
From now on, every year during Qingming Festival, besides burning paper money, you should also burn a few more handsome men for me... Okay, that's all I wanted to say...
Yan Zhi cried her heart out, praying to Guanyin and Bodhisattva, making wishes upon shooting stars, asking for everything she could, only hoping for a miracle to happen to Wen Fei, hoping she could overcome her illness, even if it meant shortening her own lifespan, Yan Zhi would be willing to do it.
No matter how much Yan Zhi begged, Wen Fei still left.
That was her best friend...
Suddenly one day, he was no longer by her side.
Yan Zhi went to work, and started crying midway through her shift.
While eating, she suddenly started crying.
I was sleeping, and then I started crying.
I can think of Wen Fei anytime, anywhere, every moment, and every time I think of her, my heart is tortured again and again, and my mentality repeatedly collapses.
Amidst these breakdowns, there was reluctance to part, but also Yan Zhi's self-blame—blaming herself for not taking better care of her friend, and for not taking Wen Fei to the hospital for a check-up in time when Wen Fei casually mentioned minor aches and pains.
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