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Wooden Pillow Creek looked up at the door number of the art director's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

dong dong.

"Please come in."

"Director, this is my resignation." Wooden pillow stream walked in without looking sideways, and put the resignation letter in his hand on the other side's table.

Hearing this, the director raised his head. He was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes behind the lenses: "Do you have to be so determined?"

"I don't want to sit anymore." Wooden pillow stream smiled slightly, "I have everything packed, and I have to catch a flight later."

"To catch a plane?"

"Go out and change your mood."

"I can give you a long vacation, you will come back after you have enough rest."

Wooden Pillow Creek smiled and said nothing.

The director looked at her for a long time, knowing that she could not be saved, took off her glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly, sighed, and said, "Okay, I'll ask the finance department to hit you with the unsettled wages." He waved, "Go out. Bar."

The company that Wooden Pillow Creek works for is a game company. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

Wooden pillow creek is one of the company's main beauties. Her excellent painting skills made her stand out in the original painting group of the art department since she came in. She was lucky, and the project she followed in the first year received a good response. There is a saying in the market that the best game artists don’t paint anymore. The company recognizes that they are very good at painting. The original “Tentacle Monster”, who was the fastest and best at painting, became the game editor and was successfully promoted in the third year. main beauty.

This year is her fourth year in the company. The project she brought has been very successful and has been well received by players, especially the style of painting. She is responsible for controlling the art style of the main beauty and nature project bonus.

All the people in the project team were rejoicing, but she was the only one who was preoccupied.

The company is not big, and the news that Muxianxi is going to resign has long spread. Mu Zhenxi came back after handing in her resignation and tidied up the sketches on her desk, stuffed it into her backpack, looked at the faces around her, looking down in dejection, stopped, leaned forward, and rested her elbows on the partition of the workstation. On the top, his eyes swept lazily around, and he gave them a mocking "Oops" before smiling: "What's the matter? Tsk, those who know know I'm resigning, those who don't, think you're going to be in mourning for me. "

Her voice is not as crisp as most girls, instead it is a little hoarse. When she speaks, the end of her voice is slightly swallowed, which is a very strange but very catchy lazy tone.

Everyone could not laugh.

Muzhenxi raised his face, took out his appearance when he was carrying the project, patted the table and said, "Give me a little cheer, the bosses are no small, I am resigning voluntarily, and I am not fired. Who should I show my sad face?"

Everyone was startled, look at me, I look at you, the girl in charge of the original character painting said, "Sister Mumu, where are you going next?"

One opened his mouth, and then they all opened their mouths.

"Why did you resign? Obviously your hair is so thick."

"Yeah, let's talk about it when we get the year-end bonus."

"Our project is the most profitable this year. Otherwise, you can earn this first, and then you can leave when you can't do it."

"Where are you going, boss take me with you."

Wooden Pillow Creek listened to the music.

She went over one by one and threatened: "You guys, the boss heard this, and they're all going to be fired."

Big guy laughs.

Her remarks are alarmist. The company has a good working atmosphere, good pay, and the boss is very approachable. It is nothing more than overtime, but who does not work overtime in the game? Generally speaking, it is a very good company, so I can't think of her leaving. untie.

"I've been tired from work for several years, and I want to relax." The reason Muxianxi told his colleagues was always this.

She has very few things, except for a stack of handmade drawings that do not affect the company's secrets, she stuffed it into her bag, carried a black backpack that was quickly fading in one hand, waved her back to the crowd, and walked away lightly. , the same day she came to the company.

She is like a clump of rootless floating plants, drifting with the current, wherever she goes, and she has never seen any nostalgic feelings for anything.

***

Wooden Pillow Stream put the backpack on the sofa, took out the sketch, and put it on the table in the study. The phone in her pocket buzzed and vibrated. She stopped turning the hand of the sketch, clasped the page with her thumb, and touched the phone. Come out, look down at the caller ID, and swipe to answer.

"Hmm." Wooden pillow brook's unique way of greeting.

"Are busy people free to answer the phone?"

"The busy man has resigned, and now he is a busy man."

"You..." Yin Xiaoli was almost shocked by her and fell over, and it took a long time to find her voice, "Are you crazy? Do you know how popular your game is? The individual was paid 30 months' salary, and one person was assigned a car."

"It's fake." Wooden pillow stream said lightly, refuting the rumor for her.

"That's really..." Yin Xiaoli couldn't help gossip.

"no car."

"30 months salary..."

"Well, this is true, and I posted it for 60 months."

"Damn it!" Yin Xiaoli was outraged, "Then you still resign! You..." She gushed about the wooden pillow creek.

Wooden Pillow Creek smiled. Although she was popular, she had few close friends, and Yin Xiaoli was one of them. On the one hand, it is because the work is too busy and there is no time, and on the other hand, it is because I am too lazy to operate. It's too quiet at home, and it's not bad to listen to Yin Xiaoli's twitter.

Muzhenxi turned on the speakerphone, put the phone aside, and sorted out the drawings by herself. After a while, I heard her talk to the end, she turned the speakerphone off and put it to her ear again, softened her voice, and said in a low voice: " I was wrong, you forgive me this time, okay?"

"what!"

Yin Xiaoli's reaction was even bigger than before.

Yin Xiaoli growled: "The surname is Mu, can you stop teasing me?!"

Muzhenxi is speechless: "...When did I tease you?"

Yin Xiaoli roared: "Listen to your voice, I can't talk to you anymore, I'm getting goosebumps."

Wooden Pillow Creek: "…"

Before hanging up the phone, Yin Xiaoli said, "I suddenly remembered something. It happened that you resigned and you have time to fall in love. The one I told you two days ago, do you want to meet?"

"Which one?"

"My friend's friend, returnee, doctor of literature, curvy, looks like a fairy, I have a photo here, would you like to see it?"

Mu Zhenxi just wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, it doesn't matter if you look at it, and said casually: "Okay, you can send me a WeChat."

Shortly after hanging up the phone, the phone dinged, and Muzhenxi sorted out the drawing and put it in a place he was used to. Then he slid off the phone, opened the message from Yin Xiaoli, and clicked on the picture.

The above is a photo in a foreign library. There are tall oak bookshelves on both sides. A slender woman is reading a book while leaning on the bookshelf on one side. A slightly slanted golden light fell on her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks and her shoulders.

She was wearing a long kapok white dress, so ethereal and beautiful as if she had strayed into the world of an elf.

Muzhenxi stared at the photo for a while, and sent a message to Yin Xiaoli: Do you have a positive face?

Yin Xiaoli: No, let me ask for you?

Wooden Pillow Creek: Good

Yin Xiaoli: Finally someone you can admire, it's not easy

Wooden pillow creek smiled lowly, did not reply, waiting for her news.

Yin Xiaoli has always been efficient in being a matchmaker for her, and she came back after a while: No, the doctor doesn't like taking pictures, this is the only one.

Wooden Pillow Creek bent his lips when he heard this.

She thought for two seconds and typed: see you then, you ask when she is free

Yin Xiaoli pushed her a business card directly: Make an appointment with others, be proactive

Muzhenxi still had questions to ask her. After thinking about it, she clicked on the other party's business card and popped up a homepage.

"Who sent the brocade book?" Mu Zhenxi whispered the other party's nickname, and chose to add it to the address book. When it was time to verify the information, he smiled slightly, deleted the entered word, and typed: [When the goose character returns, the moon is full of west. Floor] The parentheses re-indicate that it has been introduced by someone.

Doctor of Literature, Wooden Pillow Creek raised his eyebrows, did he call himself one's favorite?

She then reflected, she made herself laugh, seems a little greasy? What if the family deliberately chose literature and art, just to prevent her from doing what she liked?

Wooden pillow stream thought that the other party would not reply so quickly, put down the phone, and then cleaned the bedroom that had become a kennel due to overtime work. Apply.

Who sent the brocade book: [Hello]

So fast?

Wooden Pillow Creek suddenly felt rude, put the mop aside, and quickly typed back: [Hello]

Such a conversation is easy to embarrass, and she continued typing: [Do you have a picture of me? 】

The opponent returns in seconds.

Who sent the brocade book: [No]

Wooden Pillow Creek took a picture now, followed her example, only took half of the face, and sent it with a smile.

Two minutes later, there was a reply from there.

Who sent the brocade book: [very beautiful]

Wooden pillow Brook replied with a laugh, and tacitly did not ask the other party's name.

Wooden pillow stream has passed the age of online dating, she knows that the other party is about the same age as her, so she should be the same.

Who sent the brocade book: [now]

Wooden Pillow Creek: ? ? ?

Is it so vigorous?

Who sent the brocade book: [no space]

Wooden Pillow Creek connected these two sentences, understood, and was inexplicably relieved.

Who sent the brocade book: [Tomorrow night, can you? I make east]

Wooden Pillow Stream replied quickly: [Yes, the time and address are confirmed and sent to me]

Who sent the brocade book: [OK]

Wooden Pillow Creek: [I'm busy]

Who sent the brocade book: [OK]

After tidying up the room, Muxinxi washed his hands in the bathroom, raised his head inadvertently, looked at himself in the mirror, and tutted in disgust. Evil overtime, what does it look like to be abused by a good beauty?

She looked at the time. It was just noon. She drove out for food, and found a barber shop. She cut off the ends of her withered and split ends and re-dyed it. She squinted for a while and woke up in the mirror. Changed person.

The light chestnut medium-length hair is soft, light and slightly fluffy. The drooping ends of the hair just fall on the **** and charming collarbone. The bangs that cover the eyes have been carefully taken care of, revealing a pair of clear black and white eyes, quiet and deep.

She quietly looked at the unfamiliar self in the mirror for a while, lowered her eyes, opened them again, and took away the light in them. The slackness that doesn't care about anything, with this hairstyle, there is a sense of laziness that can't be awake.

Muzhenxi settled the bill and turned around to go to the mall. She felt that entering the mall was almost a matter of her previous life. In the end, the large and small packages were packed into the car and returned with a full load. Before going to bed, she clicked on the doctor's photo and looked at it. Most of the beauties were similar, and the side faces looked a little familiar. She tried to copy the other half of the face in her mind to see what it was. Such a fairy, but unfortunately the sunlight is too disturbing, so I had to give up, anyway, we will meet tomorrow.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Wooden Pillow Stream put on delicate light makeup and put on the outfit she just bought yesterday.

Caramel-colored polka-dot waist midi skirt, small A swing, the length reaches the calf, and the collar arc is just right, revealing the snow-white neck and part of the collarbone.

This dress is very attractive. People who are not white enough and tall enough are easily overwhelmed by the color and shape of the clothes themselves, but they look great when they are worn on her, and they can be controlled with ease.

The back of Wooden Pillow Stream was cold, and he turned around and turned his head to look in the mirror. The retro style's long open-back opening design adds a touch of sexiness to the gentleness.

Seeing herself, she thought it was a little too grand, so she couldn't help but laugh a little, but she might have resigned, and she had nothing to do, so just dress up.

Wooden Pillow Creek picked out a pair of elegant silver long ear wires from the jewelry box, put them on one by one, and happily went out to the appointment with the bag in hand.

It was a well-known western restaurant in the city, and the consumption was quite high. Wooden pillow stream has been here several times. Mu Zhenxi glanced at her phone and reported the box number to the front desk, and the waiter kept leading her to the door of the box and backed out.

The name of this box is a bit interesting, it's called Yunzhong Pavilion, and it just matches the "Who Sends Brocade Books" in it.

Wooden Pillow Creek stood still in front of the door, raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

"Wait." A voice came from inside.

The voice was very nice, Muzhenxi lowered her eyebrows and smiled, revealing the pear vortex on her left cheek, and she couldn't help but look forward to the people over there.

The sound of footsteps approached, paused, and then the door opened from the inside, and the wooden pillow stream looked up, as if struck by lightning, stunned on the spot.

Xiao Jin put one hand in his trouser pocket, stood in the door, turned against the light, and was surprised to see the same expression on her face.

Muzhenxi's hands and feet were stiff, and she mechanically raised her mobile phone, which showed the chat interface with whom she sent brocade books.

Xiao Jin nodded: "Are you Tang Sanzang?"

Wooden Pillow Creek hummed awkwardly.

She opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound the first time. The hand behind her back pinched her palm, restraining the trembling of her fingers, pulling out a smile and politely saying, "Long time no see."

Nine years, three months and five days. Xiao Jin looked at her and said softly, "Long time no see."

Mu Zhenxi met those dark eyes, and was stunned for two seconds. Fang seemed to have reacted. He pointed to the way he came from, and his throat tightened: "I..."

Xiao Jin clenched her hands in her pockets until her fingertips turned white. She lowered her eyes to hide the flash of water in the bottom of her eyes. When she raised her eyes again, her face was calm, and before her, she politely asked: " Come in and sit?"

The author has something to say: Xiao Jin now: come in and sit?

Xiao Jin in the future: Come in and do it?