"Comrade Ruan is back. Your companions asked us to tell you that we'd like to go to the oil mill together tomorrow if we have time."
The receptionist, who was actually dozing off while holding a book, suddenly opened her eyes upon hearing footsteps, flashed a professional smile, and relaxed completely when she saw that it was Ruan Xianxian who walked in.
Oil press? Ruan Xianxian thought for a moment, then realized that the team leader must have arrived. She walked to the front desk and reached into her bag to take out a few packets of instant coffee.
"Night shift! Here, make some coffee to perk yourself up."
The two exchanged a glance. The coffee was provided by the hotel restaurant, and the provincial department was responsible for the meals and accommodations during the business trip.
This guy always sneaks a few packets of coffee when he goes to a restaurant, shares them with the girls, and gets to know them well. The cashier accepts them without hesitation, and then, as if remembering something, says:
“A man surnamed Gong came looking for you this afternoon. When he saw you weren’t there, he left a letter for a colleague to pass on. Oh, I almost forgot.”
The girl handed over a thin envelope. Ruan Xianxian took it and fiddled with it, feeling that she, as a translator, was busier than her boss's girlfriend.
Seeing her just enter the room and then turn to leave, the yawning receptionist hurriedly asked, "Where are you going now that you've just come back in the middle of the night?"
Where to go? It all comes down to mentioning the brigade leader, which reminds me of Zheng Hongkuan, who is still dreaming in the virtual world.
The exhibition is the day after tomorrow, and she plans to sleep in tomorrow, take a day off, and send this guy back first.
Hearing the question, he casually replied, "Go outside and pick some foxtail grass, weave it into a little rabbit, and give it to my boyfriend tomorrow."
front desk:……
Okay, what a childish gift. She stopped making rabbits out of foxtail grass after she turned six.
Leaving the restaurant, Ruan Xianxian nearly kicked sparks out of her bicycle. The round trip back took less than half an hour.
When they returned to the vicinity of the hotel, they even started carefully picking foxtail grass to weave rabbits.
at the same time--
When Zheng Hongkuan returned home, he slowly woke up, staring blankly at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. Memories from before he fell asleep resurfaced, and he rolled out of bed, picked up a spittoon, and vomited profusely.
A single, glistening tear slid down her cheek.
After vomiting enough, he shakily moved to the dressing mirror, turned on the light, and saw a middle-aged man with a large, receding belly reflected in the mirror.
I don't understand why Shotaro keeps calling this face "darling" over and over again.
Zheng Hongkuan's expression was a mix of crying and laughing. Recalling the last scene, when Shotaro peed in his mouth, he said he was too excited and couldn't hold it in. Zheng Hongkuan couldn't help but vomit again!
After vomiting out all the stomach acid, I rinsed my mouth repeatedly with water, wondering why I didn't wash myself as soon as I got home.
This is the ten thousandth time I've regretted it! I'm so regretful I could die.
The four days he experienced were more difficult than the past forty years combined.
Today's process of leading the Japanese into the machine factory went fairly smoothly. I hope the operation the day after tomorrow will be just as smooth as today!
No... he needs to vomit a little longer, ugh!
"Wow! So beautiful, Comrade Ruan, your hands are so skillful!"
The receptionist took the bouquet of dog tails made of newspaper, held it in her hands, and admired it from all angles. She couldn't help but think that if she gave her boyfriend a bouquet, he would be overwhelmed by the fragrance!
"Can you teach me this binding technique?"
“Okay!” Ruan Xianxian readily agreed, “I’ll come find you after I wake up tomorrow.”
The girl chuckled and stuffed the flowers back into her arms, deciding to switch shifts with her colleague the next morning. "Okay, I won't keep you any longer. Go upstairs and rest."
Back in her room after washing up, Ruan Xianxian sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, her long, wet hair still cascading down her back. She opened the letter with a hint of anticipation...
I find this way of communicating particularly interesting.
My dearest fairy, greetings...
The long page mainly expressed his longing for her; not only did he miss her, but even the goose he kept at home missed her.
Finally, he said he must be obsessed, because even seeing a greasy fat man during the day made him think of her, and he promised to take her sightseeing in the provincial capital after the exhibition.
During the day... the greasy fat man, Ruan Xianxian scratched her hair, should she praise this guy for being so perceptive?
He folded the letter, put it into a small sandalwood box, and then, carrying the box, slipped into the space.
On a pitch-black patch of ground, a yellow dog suddenly lay asleep. Ruan Xianxian glanced at it, opened the system shop, and clicked to purchase: [Essence of Life].
In an instant, specks of green starlight drifted across the sky, scattering everywhere and bringing not only a visual feast but also vitality to the space.
It no longer looks like a lifeless big box.
Two pale green stars fell on Big Yellow. The dog's eyes moved, and the first thing it did upon opening them was to lock its gaze firmly onto Ruan Xianxian.
I bought a big meat bun and fed it to the dog: "Eat up."
Big Yellow tried to get closer, sniffed it with its nose, and swallowed it whole.
Wagging its tail, it tried to approach Ruan Xianxian. Seeing that she did not refuse, it placed a paw on the back of her knees as she sat cross-legged, and suddenly hot tears welled up in its eyes.
"Waaaaah~"
The dog was upset, so Ruan Xianxian raised both hands to encircle its neck, rested her chin on the back of its neck, and comforted it repeatedly:
"It's alright, it's alright! From now on, as long as I have food to eat, I won't let you go hungry. No one will be able to hit you or bully you anymore. Let me take care of you and be your family, okay?"
"Waaaaah~"
He has a family now!
The dog's emotions came and went quickly. After accepting the two-legged creature, it stood up majestically with its massive body and began to survey its territory.
Ruan Xianxian let him play by himself, then opened the store again, clicked to increase the area, and spent money like water, until he expanded the space to about the size of a basketball court.
Then comes the land.
As the familiar dark brown earth filled the ground beneath our feet, this space finally began to take shape.
Standing in my own little world, I felt a hundred times happier than someone who had worked hard for ten years to save up for a mortgage and finally bought a house in Beijing.
Others are slaves to their mortgages, she's a slave to her living space.
"How about it, Xianxian? Don't you feel a great sense of accomplishment?" the system popped up.
Of course, there is a sense of accomplishment. If she had been bound to a complete space instead of a system at the beginning of her rebirth, she would have been overjoyed at first, but after a while, it would probably have just been that way.
This is the difference between raising a child little by little and having a 20-year-old son unexpectedly appear out of nowhere when you become a mother.
A son who comes out of nowhere is certainly good, capable of doing housework and earning money, but something is always lacking if you don't feel a sense of participation in it.
Just like her space, every plant and tree was created by her own hands.
This sense of participation and realism brings great satisfaction, without worrying that the space might suddenly disappear one day, just like it suddenly appeared.
It belongs entirely to her.
With the basic design in place, the next step was spatial planning. Ruan Xianxian designated the central location of the space to build her nest.
The mall was overflowing with so many houses that she was almost overwhelmed with choices.
[Please help me decide: which is the best choice – a traditional Chinese courtyard house, an artistic bamboo house, a modern villa, or a futuristic folding house?]
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