Two years of separation and a stable marriage
"Married at 20?"
Fang Lan took Fu Mingshuang's resume and looked at the HR manager with her almond-shaped eyes: "Then why is the information in her husband's column blank?"
"The other party explained that her husband was a state-classified personnel and his identity could not be disclosed."
"Okay..." Fang Lan closed the file and said, "Let her come with me."
"But the girl wants to go to the people's livelihood line." The human resources manager said frankly.
"Manager Liu, please take a look at her resume." Fang Lan opened the file again, and with her sequined nails, she poked at the relationship column for Fu Mingshuang and said:
"Isn't it a waste for someone with her background to work on the livelihood line?"
"Okay, you are the boss now, we'll do whatever you say." Manager Liu took back the file and stood up to leave.
Before the door was closed, the HR assistant beside her muttered, "This Sister Lan is so domineering. She's worthy of being called a Taiwanese beauty."
Manager Liu said disdainfully, "Tsk, what's this about a Taiwan beauty? She's just relying on some underhanded tactics, with someone backing her up."
Fang Lan listened to the conversation between the two, but didn't say anything. She looked down at the latest message on her phone.
A man named "Xu" sent her a hotel address and time, with a few words below.
【Wear a more conservative cheongsam】
It seems that the person I will be serving tonight is an elderly and traditional person.
[Got it.] Fang Lan replied, then exited the chat page filled with different hotel addresses and times.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Mingshuang had been interning at the Capital TV Station for three months.
"Hey? Don't you have to go back to the TV station for internship today?"
While preparing for class, Li Zhi bumped into Fu Mingshuang head-on when entering the classroom.
"We are preparing for the final exams, so I took a day off today and came back to make up for the lessons." After Fu Mingshuang and Li Zhi finished talking, they walked straight to the middle of the classroom, found an empty seat and sat down.
Li Zhi looked at her blankly. She hadn't sat in the last row of the classroom for a long time.
There weren't many courses in her junior year, and since she went to the TV station for an internship, she rarely went back to school.
The few times I came back to school, I no longer sat in the last row.
Li Zhi always felt that Fu Mingshuang had changed a lot, but she couldn't tell when it started.
Probably since I started my internship at the TV station...
Is it because I found a job I love?
Maybe it was even earlier, maybe New Year’s Eve, December 31st last year.
After the new year, I feel like a different person.
No more exaggerated and sexy clothes, no more heavy makeup, no more suffocating perfume. She looks cleaner and fresher, with fewer thorns on her body.
After class, Li Zhi saw Fu Mingshuang still sitting in her seat, so she walked over and saw her sorting out information from the TV station, but a lot of it was about mental illness.
"Aren't you on the political and legal side? I feel like these are all related to people's livelihood."
"I'm using my power for personal gain!" Fu Mingshuang said playfully, then packed up the information, put it in her canvas bag and left.
In the evening, the teaching building was empty and the cleaning lady came to the classroom to clean as usual.
When checking the drawers, I found a cute doll in the drawer at the last row of the classroom, closest to the door.
The aunt picked up the doll and threw it into the sack.
After cleaning, the aunt went to the lost and found center in the teaching building and poured everything in the sack into it.
The doll, which was as clean as a present waiting to be unwrapped, was thrown into a pile of miscellaneous items.
"Ha!" Fu Mingshuang, who returned to the TV station to work overtime, sneezed for no apparent reason.
"Yes, someone scolded you." Sun Xin, who had just started working, raised her head at the table opposite her and reminded Fu Mingshuang.
"Ha Qiu!" Another sneeze.
"Oh, it seems someone misses you." Sun Xin changed the subject.
Fu Mingshuang smiled and said nothing.
"Oh, I'm leaving first. I don't want to die suddenly just after graduation." Sun Xin yelled and turned off the second to last desk lamp in the entire interview department.
Only Fu Mingshuang's last lamp is left.
Fu Mingshuang looked at Sun Xin's back as she left, and remembered what she had just said.
The computer screen shows the time:
June 30th, 11:58 PM
Two minutes left.
Fu Mingshuang looked at the bright moon in the night sky through the floor-to-ceiling glass beside her.
The moon is not round, it is missing a corner, just like the regrets in the world.
But it will always get closer to perfection little by little.
"Happy birthday, Lu Shiyu."
Fu Mingshuang said to the waning moon.
After blinking a few more times, a year passed.
Fu Mingshuang is preparing to graduate.
The School of Journalism at Peking University held a graduation party, but Fu Mingshuang had to go on field trips and couldn't make it back in time to attend.
It was around nine o'clock in the evening when Fu Mingshuang asked Li Zhi, "Is the graduation party over?"
"No, there's still one finale, so hurry back."
When Fu Mingshuang arrived at the auditorium panting, the door was already locked.
Just as she was about to leave, the sound of a piano came from the auditorium.
Fu Mingshuang couldn't hear clearly, so she went around to the back of the auditorium and groped her way through the back door, slowly approaching the stage.
The piano sound became clearer and clearer. It was a familiar song. Even Fu Mingshuang couldn't help but hum along:
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
The piano music stopped abruptly. Fu Mingshuang hurried a few steps, pushed open the waiting room door, and pulled aside the heavy curtain. The stage was empty.
There was only one beam of light left, shining on the piano on the stage.
A doll, leaning against the black and white piano keys, looks well-behaved, quietly waiting for its owner.
***
Lu Shiyu drove Fu Mingshuang to the airport. He had some official business to attend to, so Fu Mingshuang left alone.
She lowered her head to play with her phone and saw Fang Lan's latest circle of friends.
"I don't know which country Sister Lan is going to play in again. She's so free and easy, and that's really enviable."
Ever since a man named Xu Ziqiang was brought down, Fang Lan also resigned from her job at the Capital TV Station.
Rumor has it that Fang Lan was closely related to Xu Ziqiang's downfall. Xu's remnants wanted to settle accounts with Fang Lan, but Lu Shiyu stepped in and saved her.
However, Fu Mingshuang didn't know this, only Fang Lan knew.
Thinking of this, Lu Shiyu, who was driving, reminded Fu Mingshuang: "There's a vacant position at Xu Ziqiang's place now. The higher-ups are interested in transferring me back to the capital."
"That's great news, High Official Lu! Remember to look after us poor little reporters when you get promoted."
"Being transferred back to the capital doesn't necessarily mean I'll be promoted. After all, my record isn't very good."
"What record?" Fu Mingshuang suddenly felt a little nervous. It couldn't be because of him. He had already cut off all contact with Lu Shiyu.
"Could it be the relationship between Xu Ziqiang and your Lu family?"
Xu Ziqiang was the "Bu Xu" mentioned by Ling Xiuzhu before, and "Uncle Xu" mentioned by Lu Shiyu. It was he who brought Lu Shiyu into the family.
Fu Mingshuang was not sure whether Ling Xiuzhu and Xu Ziqiang were just casual acquaintances in the officialdom, or whether they were deeply involved.
Lu Shiyu knew what she was worried about, so he said calmly: "The case of Xu Ziqiang has long been concluded."
He calmly turned the steering wheel, and the car turned left smoothly and entered the terminal.
"What kind of bad record is that? Tell me!" Fu Mingshuang's heart was beating fast, and she urged Lu Shiyu to answer.
Lu Shiyu parked the car at the temporary drop-off area. Logically, it was time for Fu Mingshuang to get off.
But there are some things Lu Shiyu has always wanted to say, the sooner the better, he doesn't want to wait even a moment longer.
But he is a flower on the mountain top. He used to be so powerful, but now he is declining and exhausted...
"Lu Shiyu, speak!" Fu Mingshuang, whose patience had run out, grabbed his collar.
Lu Shiyu held her hand, stroking the ring on her middle finger with his thumb, pretending to sigh:
"I'm currently divorced, and the organization is worried that I might be having affairs with other men and women... If I want a smooth career in the government, I desperately need a stable marriage."
Fu Mingshuang chuckled and said, "Lu Shiyu, if you want to propose, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush."
Lu Shiyu pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"
The car behind honked its horn, urging Lu Shiyu to leave.
Fu Mingshuang got out of the car and leaned against the window, not forgetting to add one more sentence: "You ignored me before, but now I want you to be out of my reach, lululu..."
After saying that, she left in a cool manner.
She seemed to have forgotten that he had actually been pestering her to get a marriage certificate with her before, and shamelessly refused to agree to her divorce.
Oh, but never mind, who says she is the eldest daughter.
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