The Sea of People and You
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Having kept her job, Wu Jianwei returned to her old self of speaking nice words to people and putting on a smile to mean girls, living her life cautiously every day.
At the end of the month, she transferred the deposit and twelve months' rent to the landlord. Since moving to this distant new home, she has to walk 1.3 kilometers to and from get off work every day, and then take two buses. She is so tired that she has lost weight.
When the lease on her old house expired, she did not renew it in order to be closer to her new workplace. Instead, she decisively found a new house. Not only did the new house have a better environment, but the monthly rent was also 200 yuan cheaper. No matter how you looked at it, it was a bargain.
But at this moment, looking at the "new unit" that was closed down across the street from her new home, she couldn't help but frown.
After a brief moment of sadness, she walked around to familiarize herself with the environment.
After a few steps, she arrived at the gate of a middle school and casually walked into a stationery store that also sold milk tea.
On the cabinets are rows of transparent glass jars filled with macaron-colored milk tea flavor powders. The jars are labeled with large flavor labels: taro, rose, mint, watermelon, chocolate, strawberry...
She ordered a cup of original pearl milk tea for two yuan and fifty cents.
"Hot or cold?" The boss first poured a spoonful of sticky black pearls, then pushed open the horizontal freezer and raised his eyelids to wait for her answer.
"Cold."
The boss looked as if he had expected this. He quickly scooped the brown milk tea into the cup with a large iron spoon, wiped it with a towel, put it into the sealing machine, shook it upside down, and handed it to her.
"Thank you." Kirimi pinched the soft transparent plastic cup and poked the straw several times before he could get it in.
The milk tea was fragrant and sweet, with the tea flavor stronger than the milk. Even without ice cubes, it was still cool enough. She took a big sip, chewing the chewy caramel pearls in her mouth. She took another sip, and the pearls were stuck in the straw. She stood outside the store and slurped hard.
In a few seconds, pearls came out and it started raining.
She was wearing her newly bought beige lambskin Roman shoes. She immediately stood on tiptoe and took several steps back to go into the store to avoid the rain. The shoes would be ruined if they got wet.
She immediately opened the weather forecast app developed by the company, which showed cloudy but no rain... She couldn't help but sigh in her heart that the future development of this company was worrying.
"Come, wipe it." The milk tea shop owner handed over a box of square napkins.
"Thank you." Wu Jianwei took it with both hands and only took one.
She rubbed it in her hands. The paper smelled of wormwood and vetiver, and felt soft and thick. There was a pattern of Sheleh's green branches and leaves printed on the corners, which looked like a heart and a bodhi leaf.
"Boss, you have great taste," she said with a smile.
"What kind of taste?" The boss was confused.
Wu Jianwei was about to say something when she suddenly sneezed. She probably had a cold, so she turned her back and went to the corner to blew her nose with a napkin, smearing her berry-colored lipstick on it.
The rain came and went quickly. She folded the napkin, threw it into the public trash can on the street, and then walked towards home.
At night, an isolated villa stood in a secluded high-end residential area. The white facade was outlined in the moonlight, looking cold and blurred. A half-closed shutter on the second floor was swaying slightly in the wind, making a creaking sound.
Suddenly, the heavy oak door was pushed open.
A long and narrow beam of light pierced into the room. Meng Yuetong's pupils suddenly contracted. He jumped up as if he had been electrocuted. His Adam's apple rolled and his mouth opened and closed.
"Brother?" Meng Yuetong shouted and rushed forward, but he gave him a cold glance and retracted his arms. "You're back?!"
Meng Yanxiu was wearing a black windbreaker and was soaked all over. The matte texture of the fabric looked like it was covered with a layer of black paint. His face was pale and his eyes were deep. A few strands of wet hair hung between his brow and the corners of his eyes. The fallen wet hair actually better outlined the lines of his superior skull, forming a strong black and white contrast.
"Why are you in my house?" Meng Yanxiu raised his eyes, and raindrops dripped from the ends of his hair and slid down his high nose bridge.
Meng Yuetong quickly rushed to Meng Yanxiu's side and said, "Brother, I'm here to wait for you. I'm really worried about you."
"Really?" Meng Yanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at his good brother.
Meng Yanxiu, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, looked like a male water ghost at this moment. There was a red mark on the corner of his lips. To be more precise, he looked more like a male water ghost who had just bitten someone and sucked blood. Meng Yuetong felt scared when he stared at him.
"Brother, I really care about you. Mom and Dad are so worried that they can't sleep..." Before Meng Yuetong finished expressing his loyalty, Meng Yanxiu stopped listening and walked straight into the bathroom.
"Brother, you have suffered. What does it feel like to be in the tree?" Meng Yuetong was guarding the bathroom door and could only hear the sound of running water.
Half an hour later, Meng Yanxiu changed into a long black robe and came out of the bathroom.
Meng Yuetong followed Meng Yanxiu all the way to the sofa and sat down. "It will be 14 months since the total solar eclipse, but I didn't see you. I was worried, so I come to check on you every night."
"Now that I'm back, are you happy?" Meng Yanxiu raised his eyebrows and looked at him after sitting down.
"Of course. We've been cursed for ten generations, and it's finally our generation that's going to end the curse. Brother, it's all thanks to your willingness to sacrifice." Meng Yuetong had been afraid of his brother since he was a child. "Don't worry, other than hiring someone to clean the house, I haven't touched your things. I haven't even used the bathroom."
Meng Yanxiu retracted his gaze, wiped his hair with a towel, and asked in a cold voice, "How is the company? It's been over a year. Has it gone public? What's its current scale? Is it among the top 100 in the world?"
"Ah...Brother, please listen to my explanation." Meng Yuetong timidly leaned on the edge of the sofa.
"Do you want to hear your explanation or your excuses?" Meng Yanxiu suddenly raised his hand and pinched his chin. "I've checked. It's been a complete waste of money for over a year."
"Brother, although I didn't achieve anything, I didn't get into trouble either..."
"Alright, I don't have the patience to listen to you." Meng Yanxiu didn't expect him to do anything. "You don't have to go anymore. Notice that the boss has changed hands."
Meng Yuetong nodded vigorously. "Brother, there's no need to go to all that trouble. Everyone in the company thinks I'm you. I rarely show up in front of other people, and no one uses my name to replace you. Now that you're back, just let a few trusted subordinates know."
"You have this yellow hair and you say you're me? Also, why are you still dressed like a traffic light? I've told you so many times, I'm asking you to..."
Meng Yanxiu closed his eyes, his expression darkening: "Forget it, it doesn't matter, you can go back now."
"Brother, this is my most fashionable outfit... and it's been so long since we last met, shouldn't we catch up?"
Meng Yuetong blinked, sensing that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately stopped talking: "Okay, okay, I'll leave now."
Meng Yuetong breathed a sigh of relief when he returned home. If he hadn't been forced by his family to learn business, how could he bear to give up his good life of carefree life every day? Now that Meng Yanxiu is back, he can get away.
But when he thought about how he had created so many weird personalities in the company over the past year using Meng Yanxiu's name, he suddenly became scared and really wanted to buy a plane ticket and run away overnight.
No, no, Meng Yuetong tossed and turned in bed, feeling uneasy. He was worried that Meng Yanxiu would find out when he went to the company tomorrow. He suddenly jumped out of bed, quietly slipped into the living room, and made a phone call.
He covered his mouth and lowered his voice: "Jianwei!"
Kirimi clenched her hands into fists and punched the soft quilt. She really didn't treat her secretary as a human being. She had to be on call 24 hours a day. Even machines in a factory need to rest!
She turned her head away, snorted angrily, cleared her throat, and responded: "Hello, Mr. Meng, what can I do for you?"
"It's good that you haven't slept yet. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, no, before seven o'clock, go to my office and destroy all the wine, playing cards, darts, and anything that is not related to work." Meng Yuetong thought, with Meng Yanxiu's personality, he would definitely go to the company early.
"All of them?" Wu Jianwei thought to herself, isn't this a joke? A few days ago, she was asked to replenish the stock, and now she wants to destroy it again. She continued, "Okay, no problem, don't worry."
"Well, I am still confident in your work. Come on, do a good job." Meng Yuetong finally felt relieved after giving the instructions.
He hung up the phone and turned around.
"ah!"
"Wife, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" Meng Yuetong was so scared that he almost fainted.
"Which little devil are you talking to on the phone?" Huang Rui grabbed his ear and glanced at the phone screen. "Wu Jianwei! It's her again, and you said you have nothing to do with her. You're lying to me!"
"It hurts! It hurts!" Meng Yuetong said, "Honey, listen to my explanation. We were just discussing work."
"That sounds nice, but you're a workaholic? I never see you working during the day, but you start working in the middle of the night?" Huang Rui dragged him into the room and had a big argument. Meng Yuetong was worried and anxious, and couldn't sleep all night.
It's similar for Kirimi Wei. It takes her an hour and a half to get from her current home to the company, and she has to arrive before seven o'clock, which means she has to arrive at six-thirty at the latest, so she has to leave at five o'clock. The first bus doesn't leave until six o'clock, so she can only take a taxi to the transfer station and then take the bus.
Including the time for packing and washing up, he had to get up at 4:20. Wu Jianwei glanced at the time. It was 3:35, which meant he didn't have time to sleep.
She buried her head in the pillow and cursed, "Damn Meng Yanxiu! Torturing capitalist!" She actually fell asleep while cursing...
Forty-five minutes later, the alarm clock rang like a death knell. Kirimi got up sleepily. While on the bus, she gradually regained her energy. As soon as she arrived at the company, she went to the general manager's office.
She had a spare key and opened the door directly. The office was dark and there was naturally no one there at this time. She raised her hand and pressed the light switch.
"Huh?" She almost thought she was still dreaming and hallucinating.
There was actually a person sitting on the black leather boss chair, his eyes fixed on the various types of wine on the wall.
Wu Jianwei thought, it's strange that this lazy Meng Yanxiu came earlier than her.
"Mr. Meng, good morning." Kirimi smiled, his arms wrapped around the cardboard box. "Would you like something to drink first? Or should we take everything away now?"
Meng Yanxiu turned around when he heard the voice, and his eyes suddenly met her figure. His breathing stopped at that moment, and mist appeared in his eyes.
It's her!
Compared to Meng Yanxiu's cold face, Wu Jianweixing's eyes suddenly lit up and became alert.
"Who are you?" She was stunned for a while and unconsciously moved closer to take a look.
He has deep eye sockets, a high and narrow nose bridge, and long eyelashes that seem to be covered with a layer of goose feather shadows, half-hiding the cold light in his eyes. He looks very "tasteful".
Kirimimi was born to like beautiful things and could not help but be attracted to beautiful objects and people. At this moment, she was observing him closely without moving.
"Who are you?" Meng Yanxiu asked her back, his eyes fixed on her smooth and bright face, his almost pure black pupils holding a sharp edge.
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