Chapter 33

After Luo Jie finished speaking, he felt the air freeze.

Perhaps it had already frozen, but it was more obvious in such silence.

The winter in Yangcheng is very cold. As a southern child, Luo Jie had never even seen snow before coming to Yangcheng. He saw more of the sea and the mountains. One of them is broad and the other is tall. Being in them will only make you feel small. As for Yangcheng, although it is big, it is also small, so small that he mistakenly believed that he could have a place in this cold steel city.

He worked diligently and went from one place to another. In recent years, except for the team building organized by the company, he rarely went on tours. He regarded his work as so important that he didn't know how much effort he had made - but these efforts were not worth mentioning in the eyes of He Songgao.

Discouraged, disappointed, and aggrieved—even anger was gone. Who said He Songgao was his superior? A superior has the most authority to evaluate the work of his subordinates. If his superior denies his work, all his efforts over the years will be in vain.

What's the point?

Luo Jie thought sadly, just treat all the sincerity of these years as feeding a dog.

Anyway, he is going to resign, what's the point of refutation.

In such extreme silence, He Songgao suddenly spoke, his voice was very soft: "Have I ever said I hate you?"

Luo Jie didn't want to respond to him. What's the difference between not saying the word "hate" and saying it.

"You hate me more," said He Songgao.

Luo Jie raised his head, and He Songgao's face returned to his most familiar indifference. This indifference was like a mask covering He Songgao's face, making Luo Jie always confused about what he was thinking. It was as if the two people were very close to each other but couldn't touch each other.

He said, "I hate you, I hate you so much. You don't know it now."

He Songgao didn't say anything, just kept silent.

Angry again? Whatever, be angry as much as you want, he doesn't care.

"Am I so bad to you?"

He Songgao said, making Luo Jie want to laugh, "What else? I can't think of any good things you have done to me."

"You are angry." He Songgao said, "You are just saying

it in anger." "I think the same when I am not angry." Luo Jie said without thinking, "Even if you are good to me, it is only because you think that as a boss you should not be so cruel to your employees. You will be nice to me when you remember it - in fact, I don't care at all. You are just my boss. Whether you are good to me or not, it has nothing to do with me. I just want to get my salary. Everything else has nothing to do with me."

He Songgao's face twisted briefly, his eyebrows wrinkled, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes: "I am just your boss?"

"What else?" Roger said, "We signed a labor contract, which is a legal relationship."

He Songgao was silent for a while, and said, "I think we are friends."

- Friends. Roger was just like hearing a big joke, "Friends? Don't you feel guilty when you say that? You are not Alvis, my real friend Alvis was killed by you a long time ago." He knew that this was too childish and immature, but wasn't it? Even if they were friends before, that was not the He Songgao at the moment. What kind of mood did he have when he said "we are friends"? "Will a person use such vicious language to scold his true friend?"

"What language."

Roger said angrily, "Stupid and dumb, brain water. Narrow-minded, ignorant, self-righteous. There is more to it, right?"

"..."

He Songgao has not moved since just now. The whole person seems to be a petrified statue. Only his face is moving, limited to the changes in facial expressions. But these changes are like the slowest slow motion in nature, and can only be recorded with a high-speed camera.

After an unknown amount of time, He Songgao suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

These three words scared Roger. "I'm sorry," words that even the most conscienceless prisoner would never say, actually came out of He Songgao's mouth?

And not only that, after saying sorry, he continued, "I shouldn't have said that to you."

"..." Roger's heart underwent some strange changes, like a severely tortured prisoner hearing an apology from the devil who imprisoned him - this is wrong, isn't it, he actually had the idea of ​​forgiving him? Oh my God, he is simply a patient in the late stage of Stockholm's serious illness.

He didn't say anything, waiting for He Songgao to continue - what else would he say.

In this waiting - maybe He Songgao couldn't wait for his reaction, so he could only react first. He Songgao said, "Don't be angry."

Roger's mood was very complicated. He raised his head and looked into He Songgao's eyes.

In fact, Roger often couldn't understand He Songgao's expression. Just like now, he said sorry, but there was nothing on his face, no guilt, no regret, and no begging. When a person says sorry to another person, he must want to ask for the other person's forgiveness, but how can he say sorry but not show any sorry emotion on his face?

Therefore, Roger doubted, and he felt that his doubt was reasonable. He questioned whether He Songgao's regret at this moment was real: "Then tell me, what are my advantages?"

After saying that, he himself fell into doubt first.

The few sentences that He Songgao just said kept circling in his mind.

Ignorant, narrow-minded, stupid and dumb. Is there not a single shining point in him? Roger tried hard to recall in his heart. He clearly remembered that there were shining points in him, but why couldn't he remember any of them now?

Damn, he must have been hit by He Songgao and hid them all.

He blinked and felt warm water flowing down his eyes.

He didn't want to cry in front of this person. So Roger lowered his head and let those boiling tears slide down from his eye sockets and hit the wet lawn.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard He Songgao's hesitant voice: "You... are a fool."

Luo Jie's face suddenly twisted: "Are you still a human being? Are you going to insult me ​​today?"

He raised his head, so He Songgao saw the tears on his face. He Songgao was stunned for a moment, and was a little flustered for a rare time: "That's not what I meant."

"Haha, I'm really stupid to believe in someone like you."

"What kind of person am I?"

Luo Jie didn't say anything, letting him figure it out himself.

He Songgao took a deep breath, and as if he had made up his mind, he said in a low voice: "Have you seen "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"? "

"I haven't seen it." What kind of riddles are you telling? Do you think you are cultured?

"There is a puppy named Karenin in it." He Songgao said surprisingly, "You look like it."

"?" Roger's heart sank to the bottom, and he wanted to kill He Songgao instantly, "It's okay to say that I'm stupid or dumb. But saying that I'm like a dog - there should be some bottom line when insulting people." "

Can you listen to me finish my words?" He Songgao frowned and said, "The happiness of a dog getting a bone for the first time is the same as the happiness of getting a bone for the tenth time. They are so easily satisfied that they can get happiness ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times because of repeated happiness. This is something that humans can't do."

"Oh." Roger said, "Are you saying that I am easily satisfied?"

He Songgao didn't say anything, as if he acquiesced.

"Is this also an advantage?"

"No?"

Roger thought. Is it? I think so. Because I am easily satisfied, I can feel more happiness than others. He wiped his tears and asked He Songgao: "So you envy me?"

He Songgao said nothing.

Roger looked at him and gradually felt the pain in his heart dissipate.

Damn, it was not right for him to say that. Being too easily satisfied is actually a disadvantage!

"It's good." He Songgao did not answer directly. He said, "It's a good thing."

"...Oh."

Both of them stopped talking.

Suddenly, Roger felt a chill on the tip of his nose, followed by his forehead. He raised his head and murmured, "It's snowing."

Small snowflakes and butterflies were flying in the air.

"Are you cold?" He Songgao said, looking at him quietly.

"Not cold."

Silence again.

Luo Jie felt that the atmosphere at the moment was a bit awkward. Embarrassment can make people's rationality fly back. He remembered that he had just stabbed He Songgao with a knife. Would he care? Luo Jie looked at He Songgao secretly, but he didn't expect that his little action was discovered by He Songgao.

He Songgao raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you looking at me."

Luo Jie quickly looked away: "Nothing."

He Songgao: "You have never regarded me as a friend?"

"..." Luo Jie rarely stubbornly said, "You are the president, my boss, how dare I regard you as a friend."

"That sounds like sarcasm."

"It's the truth." Luo Jie said, and then began to feel guilty. In order to hide his guilt, he said, "Even if there was, that was in the past. When we were both salesmen, I really regarded you as a friend."

"Oh." He Songgao moved and said expressionlessly, "Then why not later?"

"When you were Alvis, you were very good to me." Sometimes Roger was also very confused. Was it because that time was too good that gave him an illusion? People will, at some point in the future, coat their previous good memories with a layer of golden light. In fact, looking back, it was not that good. At least Alvis didn't like him at the beginning - but later they treated each other sincerely, right? But later, Alvis changed when he went to the headquarters. "At least he's not like now. Sometimes he's nice to me, sometimes he's mean to me. The time he's mean to me is far more than the time he's nice to me. Why should I consider a person who always bullies me as my friend?"

"I'm still Alvis now." He Songgao's face looked a little unhappy. "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is!" Roger wondered if this guy was playing dumb. "You didn't use your leadership privileges to order me around before. Now you're relying on you being the president to oppress me. You're pua me. This is workplace bullying, don't you know? It's just that I have a good temper and don't want to bother with you."

"You have a good temper?" He Songgao said as if he heard something funny. "Who is it that always turns his back and rolls his eyes at me? Who respects me on the surface but wants to stab me to death behind my back? You say one thing in front of me and another behind my back. Have I ever said anything?"

"Stop slandering me!" Although he was telling the truth, Roger would never admit it. "When have I ever said one thing in front of me and another behind my back? I, I have always been hardworking and motivated. Stop spitting blood at me."

"Is that so?" He Songgao said, "'Never have any interactions with your boss outside of work', 'The president is a pervert', 'Why doesn't he go on business trips? It's best to go on business trips for twelve months a year, one month at a time'... These are all things you said."

Luo Jie's face changed: "You peeked at my notebook?"

He Songgao snorted coldly: "Who told you to lose things?"

Luo Jie felt embarrassed: "These, these are all written by me. Don't you know that our great proletariat has always regarded the bourgeoisie as an enemy. You are my enemy, of course I have to criticize you!"

"...Oh."

Luo Jie looked at him secretly like a thief: "This is indeed wrong, I apologize to you."

He Songgao: "Too late."

"So what do you want?" Roger was a little angry. "You just said that to me, and I didn't say anything."

"You didn't say anything?" He Songgao laughed, in a mocking manner, "You wanted to kill me with your eyes."

"..." Roger whispered, "I'm sorry, then we're even, okay?"

"No." He Songgao responded quickly, "I want to ask you. How can I make you feel that I treat you," he paused, "good?"

Roger's brain twitched: "You really don't like me?"

He Songgao's face suddenly turned very bad: "I..."

Expecting that he was going to say something infuriating again, Roger quickly replied: "You won't like me! That's actually safe, you won't like me, and I won't like you - and to be honest, it's inevitable that friends will dislike each other, but the more we dislike each other, the less likely we are to fall in love with each other, which is actually a good thing." After he finished speaking, he quickly glanced at He Songgao, "Then can we get along more harmoniously in the future?"

"Are we not getting along harmoniously?" He Songgao said, looking a little puzzled.

"Of course!" Luo Jie started to get angry as soon as he thought about it, "You have a sullen face every day, as if I owe you millions. You should at least be gentler to me. After all, I am your secretary, your close partner in work and life. Would you be happy to face a colleague like you who gets angry and has a sullen face every day?"

Before he could say anything, He Songgao's face sulked again. Luo Jie hurriedly said, "Look, you have a sullen face again. I was wrong, just correct it. Why do you have to bully me with a cold face!"

"...You are right anyway

, right?" "I am not trying to argue!" Luo Jie said, "Or do you have a personality problem and don't know how to get along with friends normally? Or do you think that I, a secretary, shouldn't always want to be friends with the president?"

"I haven't thought so." He Songgao said, a little annoyed.

"If you don't think so, then why did you suddenly ignore me at that time?"