Don’t Turn from Summer

The day Mu Hanxia resigned was a cloudy day. Gray clouds, like convoluted waves, pressed against the sky. As she walked by her colleagues' office, she noticed that the atmosphere was equally dim and subtle. Someone is looking at her, someone is looking away.

She looked calm as if she hadn't seen it. When people met on the road, they also smiled politely and humblely.

Until walking to the door of Meng Gang's office. On the resignation procedure, he was sent to sign one last time.

Sitting on the sofa, Meng Gang was smoking and looking at the documents. When he saw her coming in, he kept his work on hand.

Mu Hanxia said, "General Manager Meng, this is my resignation application. Please sign it."

Meng Gang took it. The look was quiet. He picked up his pen and signed his name on the last page. Instead of returning it to her right away, she said, "Sit down, let's talk for a while."

Facing his mood, Mu Hanxia is always complicated. She didn't really want to talk to him, but there was some inexplicable urge to sit down. She put her hands on her thighs and looked at him calmly.

Meng Gang took the tea cup and took a sip, and said, "Do you regret it?"

"Sorry, but don't regret it."

Meng Gang said with a smile: "Mu Hanxia, ​​you have to understand that many goals in life can not be achieved by hard work alone. You will need help from others, you need to speak right and wrong, you need to lower your head when necessary, in exchange for some You are very smart. It is the smartest one of the salespersons I have seen in so many years. But after all, you are the salesperson. Do you know that when you leave Leya, after leaving this, I have protected you well in recent years. Wo, going out, you need to put in more effort than others, and you have to work harder for everything, in order to achieve the same success as others. "

Mu Hanxia didn't speak.

Meng Gang smoked a cigarette, and the smoke slowly drifted to her face. I wondered whether he intended it or not, contempt or reluctantly.

"You have to be more selfish and more willing to give up. You are smart enough, but not snobbish. If you don't change, you will be used by others in the future, and you will plant a bigger follower."

"Mr. Meng." Mu Hanxia said slowly, "If the conditions for getting ahead in this society are living beyond recognition and I don't know myself, then I would rather be poor, but live like myself. But I think, no It will be like this, it won't be all like this. There will definitely be many people like me. There will definitely be places where you can live well with talent and hard work. By that day, you will envy my life ?"

Meng Gang laughed, laughing at her childishness and indomitableness.

"No." He said, "This principle is the same everywhere."

Mu Hanxia also smiled, picked up the resignation documents from the table, and stood up to the door.

"If ..." He asked behind her suddenly, "In the future, someone will ask you for the same request as me. It will be more expensive, big enough to accomplish you, and enough to ruin you. Will you really refuse?"

Mu Hanxia was silent for a while, and answered, "I will never accept it."

——

Mu Hanxia said goodbye to He Jing in the morning.

He Jing also came to her home in the slum, red-eyed and helped her to pack things.

"You just order something like this?" He Jing patted her backpack.

"Um." Mu Hanxia replied, "I'm not not coming back, so what to do with so many things."

He Jing was sore in heart, thinking of another crop, saying fiercely: "It's all blame that Lin Mochen! It's so overcast, too cruel! You still treat him as a friend, he grabbed your litchi in an instant, and in Yong It ’s selling for 5 yuan a pound. Now Yongzheng ’s victory is over, and Leya is completely stunned. But I think even Meng Gang is fine, and continue to be the head of the shop. Only you, instead, go, go! ''

Mu Hanxia had a momentary uncle, but said, "In fact, for the first few days, I was also complaining about Lin Mochen. But after calming down, I felt nothing more. He stood on his side, and what did he do? Is n’t it? For me, maybe I will do the same. It ’s me ... I do n’t know the difference between public and private. Oh ... But you have nothing to be angry with me. I would leave Leya no matter if the litchi was successful or not. "Do I still have to face such a person like Meng Gang every day?"

He Jing muttered, "That's the same. Axia, where do you plan to go?"

At this time Mu Hanxia smiled brightly, and shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Why should I treat myself? Meng Gang still gave me a few more months' salary. I plan to go out and play for a while, and then think about it. Lu. Hey, we haven't taken decent vacations in recent years. Do you really envy me? "

He Jing, as usual, stretched out her hand and bounced her head, and laughed, "Yes, yes, I know you want to go out and play, and envy me. Keep your safety on the road, don't be fooled I walked away. "

"Know it."

After a while, He Jing said, "Axia, in fact, I support you to go out. You shouldn't live like this, live like me. You should live better."

——

All the dust settled, Lin Mochen also left Jiangcheng in a misty morning.

Cheng Weiwei has completely recovered, and has also taken the full prosperity of Yongzheng from him. She dropped him off at the airport.

"Thank you, brother." Cheng Weiwei smiled and smiled. "I often run to Beijing. Don't mind if I come to disturb you often?"

Lin Mochen only pulled a small suitcase, wearing sunglasses, and chuckled: "How come? In the future, you will be Fengchen's big customer. Welcome often."

Cheng Weiwei smiled contentedly. The two stood at the security entrance, and there were people walking by, the marble floor was smooth and silent. Suddenly a thought popped into her mind--will Lin Mochen give her a polite hug?

Who knew that he just nodded a little, turned around and walked into the security passage without any reluctance.

Cheng Weiwei watched his figure disappear at the end of the field of vision, and out of the window, a plane was taking off and landing. She thought that the battle of Yongzheng was probably just a man such as Lin Mochen left at random in Jiangcheng. In Beijing, his Fengchen company, his new career blueprint in China, has just begun.

Lin Mochen slept on the plane for a while, then suddenly woke up. He looked up and looked out of the narrow small window, the layers of clouds and the tiny ground-like building, but in his mind, he suddenly remembered Mu Hanxia.

After that day, the two have never contacted each other. I heard that she had resigned from Leya and left Jiangcheng.

It was a gesture of farewell from everything, and absolutely decided against him.

Thinking of this, a little cold smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the plane landed, he took out his cell phone, held it in his hand for a while, and called up her number.

"Come to Beijing, go to my company, and be a marketing manager."

However, after a long time, until he returned to his home in Beijing, the mobile phone was quiet and she did not reply.

Lin Mochen suddenly got a little bit angry, and threw his mobile phone on the sofa, and never looked back after that.

——

A month later.

Lin Mochen's company is located in a brilliant office building of Beijing International Trade Center. His company is not big now, not many people, only twenty or so. The office only rented more than 200 square meters, but it was very refined and luxurious. The face of the company, it was very beautiful.

This afternoon, Lin Mochen was drinking coffee in the office. Many of the company's plans are still in the process of being promoted, but it has not yet been rolled out in one fell swoop. So he was still idle.

The secretary knocked on the door and came in with a puzzled expression: "General Lin, someone came to the company for an interview."

Lin Mochen indifferently said, "When will I recruit people?"

The secretary's expression was even more confused: "But Mr. Lin, she said that you asked her to come."

Lin Mochen stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Let her wait in the reception room."

Mu Hanxia did not expect that Lin Mochen asked her to wait for three hours. Until the sunset in the mountains, Xiaguang dyed the whole reception room, and the beautiful and decent secretary missed the door again and said, "Sorry, Ms. Mu, Mr. Lin is too busy. I just got empty. Now Please come over. "

Although Mu Hanxia was a little irritable, she also suspected that Lin Mochen had deliberately left her out. But in the end he was patient and followed the secretary to his office.

Some staff nearby looked up, Mu Hanxia's heartbeat actually accelerated. In the afterglow of the sunset, he was meticulous in his white shirt and trousers and tie. Sitting at the boss's table, looking down at the documents.

The secretary took the door and retreated. The room was quiet and he didn't look up. Mu Hanxia said, "Lin Mochen."

He then lowered the papers, leaned slowly into the chair, and looked up at her.

"Why are you here?" He asked with a smile.

Mu Hanxia suddenly understood that he was angry and why he was angry. For some reason, she did not feel angry or embarrassed for this, but felt a warm and peaceful heart, just like the twilight beside them. She also did not remember the hate, the knife he had inserted in her back. After so long, those things were as far away as her life. She can understand him, just like understanding herself.

So she smiled and said humblely, "I'm your marketing manager."

Lin Mochen looked at her calmly. Her face was darker, apparently being tanned these days. The long black hair was tied up, and it was behind the head, looking neat and clean. She deliberately wore a suit and skirt today, stepping on the ground with thin high heels, and stood firmly, but she was not relaxed. She stared straight at him with those clear and translucent eyes. But deep in the dark pupil, there was a little uncertainty, a little timidity and expectation.

It's like a thin layer of white paper, it seems smooth and straight. But in reality, it will break.

Lin Mochen replied lightly, "OK."

Later, Lin Mochen always remembered this afternoon. He has seen too many poor people, begging him. For the first time in his life, however, because of this woman's instant eyes, his heart fell softly like sand.