My charm flows from your eyes, my tears flow from your heart to mine
Ke Yike practically yelled, "It's okay, there's a bend ahead, sit tight!"
"Okay!" Xue Jiuyue also responded loudly.
She took off her headphones for fear of making mistakes, but Ke Yike didn't know about it and began to whisper to herself: "Xue Jiuyue, I love you! I really love you. I love every part of you, love everything about you, even if I can only look at you for the rest of my life, I am willing. But why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me? I know you are very good, Jun brother is very good, you two are a perfect match made in heaven, but I just won't give up! I hate myself too, and I want to give up, but as long as there is a little strength left, I think I will regret it in the future. How can it be called love without trying my best? I want to prove it to you, and to myself, I love you, my Ke Yike, Xue Jiuyue, this is really love..."
Before he could finish, the predicted curve arrived. It was a bit rushed. Perhaps wanting to show off his skills, Ke Yike didn't slow down much, entering the turn at high speed, the entire car tilting towards the center.
As Ke Yike fell, Xue Jiuyue's vision went dark, and suddenly she felt as if a drop of liquid hit her face. Soon another drop hit her right cheek.
Is it raining? Is the sky clear and cloudless?
What is that? There's no one here.
Combined with Ke Yike's gradually choking voice just now, could this be tears? His tears, flowing on my face? Xue Jiuyue couldn't help but think.
Then another drop.
So fragile, so delicate, that the slightest touch would shatter her into a wisp of wind, leaving no trace like a dream. Yet, so hard, so powerful, that a single touch shattered layers of indestructible shells and struck directly into the soul. It was like a hand gripping the heart, squeezing all feelings together in a tangle of emotions! Was this also a kind of contact? But Xue Jiuyue carefully experienced it, and apart from the indescribable feeling or emotion that emanated from her heart, she felt no discomfort at all.
This night had been filled with so many touching moments, so many tears, but these few light tears felt like the night's finale. Whether it was the starry sky or the vast grasslands, whether it was deeply moving or heartbroken, both the present and the past, they were all melted into these tears. It was so heavy that Xue Jiuyue couldn't bear even one more tear. She looked up at the sky, and the vastness seemed to be filled with tears, the rolling starlight like waves about to overflow.
"The cold stars turn to tears, filling the sky." Xue Jiuyue suddenly recalled this puzzling line from his dream, as if tonight was its true meaning. Could all this have been preordained? And could it be that Ke Yike...? Xue Jiuyue didn't dare to think further! No, it was impossible. Xue Jiuyue placed another seal on this unbearable thought, like the conscious mind sealing the subconscious.
Although the seal seemed to have never happened, the full emotion and the full starry sky still made every day of the grassland trip for nearly a week full of surprises and laughter...
What happened happened after all. No matter how he dodged or analyzed it, Qian Jianjun and Gu Quyu became much closer, which made him feel the urgency of a new assistant even more when he was sober.
"Xiaoyu, how's the recruitment going with Lao Huang?"
"The first batch of those who passed the written test will have an interview tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to review it in person?"
Jianru Group's salary and benefits are among the best in Xialin, so there are many applicants, but only a handful of them can enter the final interview stage.
"Let Lao Huang explain the situation to me."
Gu Quyu smiled and said, "Okay, I'm also anxious to see who Wei Zifu is." His words hinted at a story. When Emperor Wu of Han was a child and the Prince of Jiaodong, he had already been fond of Consort A Jiao. He once told her mother, the Princess Chang, "If I could marry Consort A Jiao, I would build a gilded house for her." This is the origin of the saying "a gilded house hidden with a beautiful girl." Later, after Consort A Jiao became empress, she enjoyed immense favor and pampering, but remained childless for over a decade. Princess Pingyang married the singing girl Consort Wei Zifu, who bore her a son. Consort A Jiao, seeing her neglect, was enraged and suicidal. At this point, Gu Quyu compared himself to Consort A Jiao, blaming Qian Jianjun for his unfeeling nature.
"Xiaoyu, it's not like that..." Qian Jianjun realized he was making things worse the moment he opened his mouth, but since the arrow had been shot, there was no turning back, so he could only continue explaining, "I saw you were busy, so I wanted to find someone to help you share the burden. I've discussed this with you. Please don't hold a grudge!"
"How dare I feel resentful? I'm so happy! Coincidentally, I have a poem called 'Magpie Bridge Fairy' as evidence. I'll write it down for you to see."
Qian Jianjun soon saw Gu Quyu's beautiful and round handwriting:
"Talking about vows, about love, about affection, the paper is always filled with spring melancholy. I should recite the Sutra of Freedom from Emptiness more often. Which teacher taught me this? No tea or food, no words, just feeding him and making him haggard. I miss you all the time, so why should I blame you!"
The language of this poem is popular, almost entirely in colloquial language, but it is lively and vivid, sincere and heartfelt, and truly natural and unpretentious.
"Did you write this?" Qian Jianjun asked doubtfully. The lyrics were good, but Qian Jianjun wondered if they had ever "spoken of oaths, vows, love, and affection."
"I can't write such a good poem. It was written by a woman in the Southern Song Dynasty. I just changed the word 'curse' in the last sentence to 'resentment'. Although the circumstances are different, I still feel that it touches my heart. It happened that you were talking about me, so I wrote it for you to see. It's just a joke, don't take it seriously!" Gu Quyu told the truth, but it did not prevent the woman's lovesickness and eccentricity in the poem from being projected onto himself.
She turned around and smiled, leaving behind only a back view, which made Qian Jianjun dazed again. He tried hard to recall Xue Jiuyue before he calmed down a little.
A moment later, Mr. Huang from the HR department came in. "Mr. Qian, you want to see me?"
Huang wasn't big, but he had sparse hair and looked anxious. Because he worked in human resources, he often offended people and was mocked by his colleagues as "a person who works in human resources but doesn't do human resources." This earned him the nickname "Huang Shiren."
"What do you think of these candidates?"
"Here are the written test papers and resume." Old Huang handed over a stack of information.
Qian Jianjun didn't want to interfere. "I won't watch it. Just give me a brief introduction."
"All those who were selected are very outstanding. Several girls are not very old, graduated from prestigious universities, and have regular features. Who will be selected in the end will depend on the scores given by the interview judges." Old Huang answered calmly.
"Huang Shiren, you're still talking to me in official language now that we're alone. I'm asking you what impressed you the most."
Qian Jianjun's joke made Old Huang feel awkward. The ageless man said sheepishly, "Didn't you add a question about love? I was particularly impressed by one answer sheet, which simply contained the familiar advertising slogan 'Everyone's well-being is the real well-being'! Because the judges had mixed reactions to this answer, I wasn't sure whether to include her or not."
"Oh?" Qian Jianjun also became interested. "These simple words are really hard to understand!"
"Yes, there are too many implications. And we can't be sure whether we are overthinking it or the person who answered the question is overthinking it."
Qian Jianjun sipped his lips for a long time. "Hmm, interesting! To untie the bell, you must find the person who tied it. Ask him in person. Such an interesting person, go and invite him for an interview as soon as possible."
"Well, you are right. I will do it right away!" Old Huang complimented with a smile on his face.
"I also want to go for the interview tomorrow afternoon. Is it okay to add another judge?"
"That's not a problem! We're looking for an assistant for you, so you should choose it yourself."
To meet this "solution," Qian Jianjun sat for two hours starting at 2:00 PM on Wednesday afternoon. To focus on the interview itself, Qian Jianjun deliberately avoided looking at the candidates' profiles. However, the situation backfired. With Gu Quyu's impressive performance before him, he struggled to muster any interest, remaining drowsy throughout the entire interview. But when the final candidate walked in, Qian Jianjun was not only awakened but also startled.
Tu Xinyue.
Yes, it was Tu Xinyue. Unlike her usual sexy, youthful, or alluring image, she appeared composed and capable in a navy blue business suit and black high heels. Her hair was tied up today, revealing her long, fair neck and a princess-like elegance. She wore no exaggerated or garish makeup, a subtle touch showcasing her baby-like complexion and pure innocence. The only thing that remained was a trembling, teardrop-like cinnabar mole at the corner of her left eye, which retained a touch of her usual allure—though only in the eyes of Qian Jianjun, an insider.
Tu Xinyue ignored Qian Jianjun and politely bowed to all the examiners. Then she began her interview.
The initial questions were the same as before, and Qian Jianjun listened patiently again. Tu Xinyue's answers were just as sharp as her written test, with many surprising twists. For example, when asked about her suggestions for the company's future development, Tu Xinyue's response was thought-provoking: "Focus on technology and focus on experience."
While the examiners were still immersed in their previous thoughts, Qian Jianjun asked his question, "Hello, could you please explain the meaning of your answer to the last question in the written test?"
As soon as he spoke, Qian Jianjun was still not used to pretending not to know him, but Tu Xinyue was quite natural. "Examiner, hello, are you referring to the question about 'how do you view love'?"
"Yes."
Tu Xinyue's ten nail-painted fingers crossed and moved as usual. "Excuse me for being blunt, but this question isn't very rigorous. Is love something to be seen? Is it something to be thought about? Love is something to be felt, but feelings aren't revelation, nor are they meditation. Feelings originate from material reality, so love is something to be done."
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
"I'm sorry, examiners, please don't overthink it. What I mean is that love is action! What you think is not important. Don't say things like 'I'm doing this for your own good, I love you...' The key is action. Because no one can see the so-called heart, they can only see the consequences of actions! So, here's my answer - only when everyone is well is it truly well. Only when everyone benefits, only when everyone takes action that is good, is it love! When one person willingly gives, and one person accepts with peace of mind, this is small love. When one person's giving benefits all things, and a group of people equally accept it, this is great love! Whether it's boundless love or a long-lasting love, isn't it true that only when everyone is well that it is truly well?"
The sword strikes an unconventional yet upright stance. But that wasn't the end. Tu Xinyue took a breath and continued, "As a leading company in the home textile industry, I'd venture to guess that the examiners asked this question not only out of curiosity about my personal views on love, but also to test whether my perspective on love aligns with the company's current development strategy. In light of the previous interview questions, can I say that the challenges the company currently faces are like dealing with a new love and an old one in a relationship? My answer remains the same: only when everyone is happy can we truly be happy!"
"Okay, thank you for your answer!" Qian Jianjun hurriedly ended the interview. Perhaps out of guilt, he felt that Tu Xinyue's bright eyes kept glancing towards him as she spoke.
But before Tu Xinyue could leave Jianru Group, Qian Jianjun caught up with her again, "Tu Xinyue, wait a moment."
"What's wrong, uncle?" Tu Xinyue returned to normal when no one was around.
"Why are you here?"
"Didn't your job posting say I couldn't come? Besides, I graduated from a prestigious university with a master's degree in economics, philosophy, and art history. Am I unqualified for this position?"
"No, if you want to come, just tell me at the cafe."
Tu Xinyue narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Uncle, do you mean that I was accepted?"
“The process still needs to be followed.”
"Don't worry, uncle. I guarantee you'll be satisfied! Then I'll go back and wait for the process."
"Wait a moment." Curiosity drove Qian Jianjun to stop Tu Xinyue again. "Does your answer contain the true meaning?"
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