It was a snowy day with no dark clouds in sight. Pure white snow butterflies fluttered and danced, disturbing her long-sealed heart.

Chu Zhishui took a deep breath, and the fresh air rushed into her lungs. She only felt a slight tremor in her chest, as if something was about to break out of it and become a butterfly. She suppressed this strange and dizzy impulse, tried to calm herself down, and asked softly: "Is it important to you whether I am happy or not?" "

Of course." Xin Yunmao said, "I will be happy if you are happy."

Chu Zhishui felt even warmer in her heart, so she simply looked at Xin Yunmao frankly. Her bright eyes were like sparkling gems, revealing a power that went straight to the heart. She asked, "Why?"

Seeing her asking with a serious face, Xin Yunmao was stunned for a few seconds, and then fell silent, as if he was thinking quietly.

Chu Zhishui waited patiently for his answer.

After a long time, Xin Yunmao's Adam's apple slid up and down, he sighed softly, and told the truth, "I don't know."

He really didn't know the reason behind it, but he could feel the change of emotions. If she felt happy, his heartbeat would also speed up, as if he was infected by her joy; if she felt depressed, he would also be silent and want to cheer her up.

His calm heartstrings were plucked by her at will, as if they were colorful across the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter were all different colors, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were all different tastes, completely different from the past thousand years.

He still couldn't pry open the hazy veil, and could only follow his feelings. He knew that he wanted to do this, and he wanted to make her happy.

Chu Zhishui held her breath and waited for a long time, not knowing what she was expecting, but she only waited for his ignorant answer, and it was completely off the point. She always had a good temper, but now she was angry for a rare time, and she exclaimed: "Why don't you know?"

Seeing her angry, Xin Yunmao was so scared that even his voice became smaller, and he innocently tested: "...I don't know either, why don't I know?"

This was like a tongue twister, and it added fuel to the fire.

"Then what do you know?" Chu Zhishui suddenly became angry and embarrassed. She clenched the bamboo hammer tightly and hit him angrily, as if trying to wake him up, "What else can you know!?"

What on earth is in his empty head! ? It was

the first time that Xin Yunmao saw her so angry that he jumped up and down. He stood there obediently and let her beat him up, just like a stupid dog who did something wrong and was scolded. He didn't know what he did wrong. He could only blink in confusion and stare at her stupidly.

Chu Zhishui saw that he was confused and got so angry that his face was hot. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have any way to kill God?"

Xin Yunmao was stunned: "Kill God?"

Chu Zhishui had a blank expression: "For example, kill the God."

She was on the verge of turning evil and once thought of killing him.

Xin Yunmao: "..."

Seeing her fury, Xin Yunmao swallowed guiltily and answered carefully: "It's difficult. Even if you wish, I can't do it." It

is basically impossible to kill him with physical strength. Even the Dragon God couldn't do it when he was encircled and suppressed. He was chopped into pieces and pressed under the observation bureau.

Chu Zhishui saw that he was full of reluctance and embarrassment, and felt that he was humiliating himself. His expression seemed to reveal pity silently, and he wished that his face was full of "What can I do? But you are a mortal and too weak to kill me."

Xin Yunmao was at a loss as to what to do with her indignation. He racked his brains for a long time and suggested, "If you really want to do this, you can try it."

Chu Zhishui asked doubtfully, "Try it?"

"Don't let go." Xin Yunmao reached out and grabbed the bamboo hammer. The man and the demon both held a piece of bamboo.

Chu Zhishui did as she was told with a puzzled look on her face.

Xin Yunmao then led her to raise her hand, then poked the panda bamboo hammer into his chest, then pretended to be injured and turned to the side, pretending to fall to the ground as if he was about to die. His movements were quite smooth, but his voice was not in line with the mood of the play. He just said in a flat voice, "Ah, I'm dead."

"..."

Chu Zhishui was silent for a few seconds. She poked him several times with a bamboo hammer and said in a light voice, "You are so pretentious. Stop being a funny guy."

He was still funny in a serious manner, with a calm expression and a cold face like snow, but what he did was speechless.

The journey on the long bridge was not long, but they fought for a long time all the way before arriving at the gate of the community. The sunset glow had faded away unknowingly, and the early winter sky was completely dark, but warm lights were on in the residential buildings.

Xin Yunmao took out the birthday present and the game city prizes. He did not hand them to Chu Zhishui immediately. Instead, he looked at her quietly, pursed his lips slightly, but said nothing.

He seemed to have an understanding of human emotions at this moment, and for the first time he deeply understood the word "sadness of loss".

If you have never had it, you are not afraid of losing it.

Because you have had it, you can't bear to let it go, so you feel sad.

Chu Zhishui saw him standing there motionless, and she was able to understand his feelings at this moment. Her throat was astringent, and she wanted to open her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, after hesitating for a long time, she said softly: "Thank you, I'm very happy today."

"Yeah."

His "Yeah" meant "Me too."

Xin Yunmao responded softly, and then handed all the gifts to her. Recalling the joy of the day, he finally dispelled some regrets.

"See you tomorrow." Chu Zhishui took the things and said with a smile, "Good night."

"...Good night."

He was still standing outside the community until her back disappeared at the door.

Xin Yunmao looked up at the stars and the moon in the night sky. As long as she could wait until the bright morning light appeared, it would be "see you tomorrow" as she promised.

At home, Chu Zhishui came home with a bunch of things. When she entered the house, she saw Chu Xiaohe sitting on the sofa.

Chu Xiaohe was watching TV. He heard the movement at the door and asked, "Why did you eat outside?"

He received a message from his daughter in the afternoon, saying that she would be back a little later and didn't have to wait for her for dinner.

Chu Zhishui explained, "I had already eaten at noon."

"You were out for a long time." Chu Xiaohe said casually, "Did you meet anyone?"

"...No one, just a walk."

Chu Zhishui knew that her father was just chatting, but she suddenly felt a little guilty, and slipped back into the house after a few vague words.

In the room, Chu Zhishui was at a loss with the bamboo wine in her arms, not knowing where to hide it. She never buys wine for herself, and Chu Xiaohe is the only one who drinks at home occasionally.

She lifted the lid and sniffed. It smelled the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves, mixed with a little sweetness. A sip of it was also moist and palatable. It had the fragrance of grass and wood, the sweetness of fruit, and the strong but not strong taste of wine.

It was more like wine-flavored fruit juice. Where should I put it? When asked what to do?

The green bamboo tube was really eye-catching. Chu Zhishui thought about it and directly opened the door of the cabinet and gently moved it to the deepest part. She planned to move the bamboo wine there after the new house was renovated, so that her parents would not find out and drink it.

The next day, in the Huaijiang Observation Bureau, the trees in the yard lost their greenness and began to have some winter bleakness.

In the office, as soon as Jin Yu walked in, she saw Chu Zhishui and greeted him, "Happy belated birthday. I didn't expect that I had a day off yesterday and couldn't say hello to you in person!"

"Thank you." Chu Zhishui smiled, "It's okay, I sent a message."

"You can still have mousse cake at noon." Jin Yu was still upset and muttered, "In fact, there was no snow yesterday, so I didn't have to take a day off, and I missed your birthday."

Chu Zhishui coughed lightly twice, lowered her head with a twinkling look in her eyes, embarrassed to mention the fact that she had a day off, and quickly changed the subject, "Are you done with the things at the factory?"

"Well, there's no problem with the factory, and our production capacity is still good."

Guanju Company is relatively small. They have mastered the core technology of the products and will cooperate with local factories in Huaijiang. Chu Zhishui and others focused on product quality, and some work would be outsourced, such as equipping scalp nourishing cream with small brushes.

The sales volume of the Xintou promotion festival is high, but the cost will be reduced. Even if the factory produced a small amount before, it still had to prepare a lot of things. Now the production demand has increased, the early process has not changed much, and the net profit has increased.

At present, the scalp nourishing cream has the highest profit margin among the three products, followed by ginseng foot bath powder, and finally flavored ginger candy. The pricing of each product is different, and the flavored ginger candy has the lowest price and the smallest profit margin.

Director Qin praised the Guanju Company and believed that it has driven the development of related industries in Huaijiang. Recently, he has been thinking about giving Guanju an award.

Wang Yiwen must be happy to see this happen at Xintou Video. Anyway, the more correct Chu Zhishui and Guanju's direction is, the better results they will get in pushing up traffic.

Yinhai City, Longzhi Video Company.

There was a low pressure in the conference room. Everyone sat around the table in silence. On the projection screen were the data and data analysis of the Xintou promotion festival.

As employees of Longzhi Video, they now have their biggest rival since they started their careers, a new company that is completely comparable to their own. Even the investors behind it are almost the same, which makes Li Longke unable to lose his temper.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Li Longke said angrily, "Just sit there like this?"

The atmosphere became more and more tense. No one dared to speak, for fear of becoming a punching bag.

Some people still miss Mr. Chu at this time. Mr. Li usually looks kind and generous, but he gets furious when he loses his temper, especially after encountering setbacks in the past year. Mr. Chu's emotional stress resistance is much better. Usually, he can still make a few jokes and smooth things over at this time. When the atmosphere is lively, he will stop talking with a smile.

But no serious person would work hard at Longzhi Video for a long time, so Mr. Chu, who looks the most normal, also left later.

"Mr. Li, they are just starting out now, and they are spending a lot of money. It's normal that we can't compete..."

"So you think it's normal for our data to fall all the way?"

The man quickly shut up.

At this point, anyone should understand that Li Longke just wants to scold him.

As expected, everyone in the conference room was scolded by Mr. Li, and the rant didn't stop until the meeting was over.

Someone came out of the room and murmured to his colleagues, "Is he crazy? Is he sick? He can't talk properly."

"If he has the ability, he should do it. The new operation is so bad. How can it be compared with the previous two years?"

"Wang Yiwen also ran away. He didn't like to use the people who worked with Mr. Chu at the time, and now they all ran away."

Everyone complained about the crazy boss, and only then did they relieve their inner depression.

In the conference room, Li Longke calmed down after scolding the talents. He flipped through the documents irritably, and suddenly glanced at the name of an unfamiliar company on the new oversales list. The name was Guanju, so he simply checked the company information.

Guanju is one of the brands that has come to the fore at the promotion festival, and is now being used by the outside world as a key case for discussing new traffic. Big brands are already popular, but they cannot show their strength. Small brands, once they become famous, naturally have room for reference.

When Li Longke found out that the company was registered in Huaijiang, his heart skipped a beat. When he saw the three words "Chu Zhishui", he broke out in a cold sweat.

This name, like a demon, entangled him all of a sudden, as if it was here to collect debts.

Inside the Guancha Bureau, Niu Shi and Miao Lu are currently working on the project. Due to the new revenue from the promotion festival, they plan to allocate a little more money to simply repair the roads in the Guancha Bureau, divide them into zones with walls, and do some greening next spring.

The Observatory is now in a state of desolation. It would not look good if it is bare in winter. It would be better to have various plants to match it so that it has scenery in all seasons.

Chu Zhishui even took out the money for the staff dormitory. Now this little bit is not a big deal, so he agreed without saying a word. She was also curious about what the newly built Observatory would look like, but it is estimated that it would be a long time before we can see it.

Niu Shi knew that the money was earned by the Economic Development Department. He attached great importance to Chu Zhishui's opinions and would come to ask from time to time whether to build a wall, what style the fence should be, and what plants he wanted to plant in the spring. It can be said that he took into account all aspects.

In the yard, Niu Shi faced the big tree and gestured to the open space: "I plan to fence off this place and use it for drinking tea and sunbathing. When the time comes, I'll put up a wall here to block the messy places, and then paint some calligraphy and words to make it look more elegant."

Chu Zhishui glanced at the round stone bench not far away and thought, isn't that just a bamboo sunny courtyard, and a high-end upgraded version. She nodded and said, "Sure, it sounds good."

"But I haven't thought about what to paint on the wall. Whether it's Chinese painting or calligraphy, I'll have to plan it when the time comes." Niu Shi pondered, "What kind of calligraphy should I write, poetry or famous quotes."

Hong Ximing passed by the yard. She was about to go to the office building, but stopped when she heard this and suggested enthusiastically, "If you want to do calligraphy, you might as well write 'Humility and Self-restraint'!"

Chu Zhishui froze when she heard this: "?"

If she remembered correctly, the first sentence of this poem was very subtle. She looked at Hong Ximing in panic, not sure what Hong meant.

"Calligraphy?" Niu Shi touched his chin and considered, "Will five words be too few? Or should we change it to painting?"

Hong Ximing looked at Chu Zhishui. Her eyes were shining, as if hinting at something. She said excitedly, "If you want to do Chinese painting, then paint some bamboos. What do you think, Xiaochu?"

Chu Zhishui: "..."

Very good. She was not sure just now, but now she is sure that Director Hong is pointing at her.

All people are like Yun Mao, humble and self-sustaining.

If she paints Zhuzi's name on the wall, or agrees to paint him on the wall, what will the monsters think! ?