Chapter 70
On January 18th, early in the morning, while I was still brushing my teeth, a WeChat message came from my sister: "Sister, I think I suddenly know why he dragged me."
I asked, “Why?”
The young lady replied, "We are in the same industry. In this industry, in City C, and in the HR circle, I am quite well-known. I guess he doesn't want to break up with me."
Me: “It shouldn’t be that.”
After saying that, I logged out of WeChat, logged into Qingteng, took a look at the young lady’s profile, and instantly fell to my knees.
"My goodness, sir, how can HR in City C earn such high returns?"
It’s hard to imagine what kind of HR it is to earn 300,000 to 500,000 yuan a year.
The young lady said: "Well, because I work in a foreign company's research institute, and I have been working there for almost 10 years."
After that, she changed the subject again, "Do you think this is possible? There are two points: First, he knows that I know a lot of people in his institute. Second, he is from the University of Electronic Science and Technology of China. I know hundreds of his alumni, so it must be possible."
Although I don't quite understand the possibility that the young lady mentioned, but if we put aside whether it is true or not, it is probably -
"If you put it that way, I'm more inclined to believe that he doesn't want to have an office romance. After all, you and he have so many private interactions."
Maybe the young lady also felt that I didn’t quite believe it, so she added: “At the beginning, in order to open the topic, we talked about a lot of these.”
"Then you shouldn't make such a guess. After all, if he minded this, he wouldn't have talked to you about it in the first place." I comforted him.
The young lady suddenly became depressed. "After all, the result has already been announced. I just don't want to face it directly."
Me: "Don't think so. Maybe there is still a chance. Otherwise, you should stop thinking about anything now, work hard, have a good lunch, and let this man go first."
"I can't let you go, sister." The young lady cried out in grief.
I understand, I especially understand.
"But little sister, there's nothing you can do about this. If he doesn't like you, he simply doesn't like you. Instead of thinking about how to make him like you, you should think about why you like him and are obsessed with him. Once you find the reason, maybe you won't want to think about him anymore. Or, like my military advisor said yesterday, get to know more other boys. Maybe other boys won't make you feel attracted to them, but in the process of chatting with other boys, you will slowly shift your attention away from that boy."
The young lady was surprised, "Have you figured it out?"
Me: "No, I was still wondering yesterday why I was so obsessed with him. I think I can let it go now that I understand the key points."
The young lady sighed, "I hope the next one will appear soon. You're lucky, your family shouldn't push you. My parents don't push me, but at my age, everyone pushes them."
I thought about it and it seemed that my mother hadn't urged me for a long time.
"She used to push me, but it seems she hasn't pushed me in the past few months. Especially in the last month, my mom has been so kind to me that if my birthday hadn't already passed last month, I would have thought it was coming soon."
The young lady sent an envious emoji, "You may find it hard to believe that I can see 9 people in a week. But every time I see someone, I feel so painful. Why doesn't he like me?"
I:"……"
"I think it's easier to let go if you think about why you like someone rather than why they don't like you."
The young lady asked back: "Have you figured it out today?"
"No, but I saw a video last night that I thought made a lot of sense: In this life, you'll always meet someone who absolutely astonishes you. It doesn't matter their appearance, personality, or family background; it's simply because you feel a familiarity with them at first sight, and so you fall in love with them. And this is because you owed them a debt in your past life. Once you've repaid that debt in this life, you'll have overcome this hurdle."
To be honest, big data has stopped predicting my horoscope recently and has been promoting Buddhism all day long. It makes me want to become a monk. I heard that the treatment of monks and nuns in temples is still pretty good now.
"You have a really good attitude. I can't comfort myself at all."
After watching it, I turned around and shared a video with my sister: [A rescuer went to visit a cat and was attacked by the kitten. The big cat next to him saw this and slapped him. The big cat said: "Can you be more considerate?" The little cat said: "I'll definitely be more considerate next time."]
Little sister: "It's so funny, this cat."
I shared another video: [At 5 a.m., the daughter got up and checked on her father's sleep. Then, she walked over to where he was sleeping and lay down under the bed. When he fell asleep, she put her hand down the side and held it. The father suddenly woke up, turned around, and saw no one. In just a few seconds, he recalled all the bad things he had done, then hid in the corner of the bed and burst into tears.]
"Miss, please forgive me for being so unkind and laughing to death."
The young lady replied "Haha" very politely, and then——
"I've never loved anyone who didn't like me before. I didn't know love was so painful."
I really want to thank you.
"If it really doesn't work, young lady, just go and talk to him and wish him the best."
"No, I can't bear to do that, and I don't dare."
These words made me feel so embarrassed for having dared to do that before... No, I can't think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the more I feel like digging my toes into the ground.
"Why would you be afraid of that? Can he actually reach over the screen and beat you up? Once you've talked it out, you can let yourself go. If you're constantly thinking about him, just go and rage at him. No matter what he thinks or whether he'll reply, just rage and have fun. When he finds someone, delete him. Desensitization therapy, you deserve it."
The young lady sighed: "There is a man next to me who doesn't chat with me or ask me out, but is willing to spend money, which is quite outrageous. He buys me gifts, milk tea, some fruit, and some snacks. He comes every few days, but he never chats with me or asks me out to play."
I didn't understand. "Is he trying to get you to come to him?"
The young lady said: "I don't know either. He never sends me WeChat messages unless he buys me something. We met in real life."
Me: "I think it's hard for girls to take the initiative unless they like it."
The young lady sighed: "It's so hard. I don't like anyone except Da Ge. Do you understand this feeling?"
Me: “I understand.”
Still lustful.
The young lady continued, "Didn't I tell you that the first time I met Da Ge, he was wearing a shirt with the buttons unbuttoned very low. I thought it was very...haha."
The young lady sent me a photo.
"It's really stunning. He's quite gentle, a bit like a gentleman villain. The collarbone exposed by the neckline makes you want to rip his clothes off and touch him all over."
The young lady exclaimed: "Sister, you understand me. How do you know what I think? What should I do? I like this very much."
My face turned red, the meaning was self-evident.
"Back then, before I got too high, I jokingly told my friends that I wanted to see him wear a white shirt, black leggings, a black baseball cap, and a blue mask and dance to EXO's 'Growl' for me. Later, when I met Da Ge for the first time, I thought, 'I'm going to get him to dance to this song for me.'"
I watched the video the young lady sent me, and I understood it instantly. My dead memories came back. I quickly opened the chat history with someone, found a video I had sent to him, and forwarded it to the young lady.
"Miss, did your heart beat faster after watching the second half?"
The young lady was super excited: "Yes, yes, I love this so much, I love this, sister, please give me some more, my little heart can't take it anymore."
I laughed, "I like this style too. Compared to some abs guy, I prefer this type of neatly dressed but everywhere or the kind of gentleman who you have to unbutton his clothes."
The young lady agreed with me very much. "Me too, seriously. I don't like abs either. Do you know how I fell in love with my ex-ex?"
"How did you choose it?"
"At the KTV, he went out to buy something and got caught in the rain. His white shirt got a little wet. I left and he came in. The lights were dim, and at first glance..."
My lips cracked, "Sister, you are so good at describing things. I immediately had a sense of the picture, and the atmosphere of the novel was overwhelming."
The young lady said: "Then I will tell you about my ex."
I was super excited, “Come on, come on.”
"At the annual meeting, I was the chief director and he was the host. After it was over, I took the host and the working group to the pub. I was actually very tired that day, so I reclined in a booth. He was across from me, wearing a white shirt and tie, his suit off. He leaned against the table and glanced at me."
The young lady paused for a moment, but the image had already come to my mind, and I screamed like a groundhog in my heart.
The young lady continued, "My coat slipped and I was wearing a slip dress underneath. He came over, lowered his body, half-knelt on the ground, gathered my clothes, and then asked the girl next to me to help me."
"Ahhh, is this something I can watch without paying?" I laughed like a stupid dog.
"Sister, do you understand how I felt at that time?" the young lady asked.
I suddenly thought of something and asked the young lady to wait.
I turned around and opened my memo, and found an ambiguous passage between the male and female protagonists in a novel I had written.
"Sister, do you have that feeling? Still holding the pipa, half covering your face."
The girl replied to me with a series of "HA ...
"Sister, keep going, I love watching."
I sighed, "No, the platform below the neck would be limited."
The young lady laughed crazily, "Sister, you are so interesting. How many relationships have you had?"
"No."
The young lady didn't believe it, "Then how did you write these pictures?"
My face flushed. "Read more Dream of the Red Chamber and Peacock Flies Southeast."
Talking about all the bizarre information I've searched on Baidu for my novels over the years, I suddenly remembered a woman in my group who mentioned that when she was writing a story with two male protagonists, she researched action movies. Another woman mentioned that she studied the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams specifically to make her writing more logical.
Died of laughter.
Young lady: "Sister, if you have the chance to come to City C, I will arrange it."
Me: “Okay, okay.”
Little sister: "I like you very much."
Me: “Haha, what can I do? I like myself a lot too.”
Chatting with this young lady was a bit too crazy and happy.
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