Now, standing beneath this dreamlike, poetic sky, Zhang Moyan was deeply struck by the purity and grandeur of this beautiful color, as if she instantly understood its haunting significance. A fleeting glimpse of a color is a glimpse that only heaven can see, as Shen Congwen once wrote: It is not always visible to the eye, but forever in the heart.
Zhang Moyan didn't know how she got home. When the phone in her bag rang, she was already standing on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor in a daze.
"Mo Yan," Jin Xueyang said energetically through the receiver. "My friend at Shenqi Media told me that their HR sent you an interview notice this morning, but you haven't replied yet. Hurry up and take a look and give them a reply. The salary for this job is much higher than what you're currently leading. Don't miss this opportunity!"
"Oh, thank you," Zhang Moyan said listlessly, "But I don't want to go for the interview."
"Why? I asked someone for you!"
Zhang Moyan thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to do this kind of boring job anymore."
"Huh?" Jin Xueyang was shocked. "What did you say? You didn't want to do this a long time ago?! Are you serious? If you stand me up now, won't people think I'm playing tricks on you?"
"...Okay, I'll think about it!" Zhang Moyan felt a slight headache and was a bit irritated. "I'll email them back. I'm a little worried right now, so I won't tell you in advance. We can talk when we have time."
"I'm going, there's nothing you can't do..."
Zhang Moyan cut off Jin Xueyang's anger.
She put her phone into her bag dejectedly, and her fingertips touched a hard object. Zhang Moyan knew what it was without even looking, but she still took it out.
It was the key to Xiao Xingyu's apartment across the street, a key with a black handle and a metal ring fastened to a suede bracelet.
Zhang Moyan stared at the key lying quietly in her palm, and a sudden wave of pain and sadness surged in her heart. She didn't know how long it took, and when tears were about to flow, she took two deep breaths and walked up the last few steps.
Standing between the two doors, Zhang Moyan raised her hand to look at the time on her wrist. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon, so Xiao Xingyu should not be there.
She hesitated slightly, then took out the key, unlocked the door and entered.
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