The Midnight Owl

6/23, Old Castle Hotel, Beijing time, 03:44

[Owl: Congratulations on finding a 6/23 Old Castle Medal! 】

In the sound of Tao Xizheng, Zheng Luozhu gently relieved his breath and raised his hand to open the hidden inventory of the stationery box. The only blank space left has become a [Old Castle Medal].

At this point, the stationery box hides the inventory, 13 grids, full.

He was very happy. After all, after so many days of hard work, he felt relieved and relieved, as well as a sense of accomplishment.

But he couldn't show it because Fan Peiyang didn't see a trace of euphoria on his face.

"Boss," Zheng Luozhu decided to remind, "We have collected the badges for 1-13."

"Well." Fan Peiyang responded casually, obviously he was clear.

But his eyes were still very cold, like a wilderness in the early winter, all the vivid and lively, were pressed under the ice and snow, as far as he could see, only endless gloom and endless indifference remained.

Zheng Luozhu calmed down and said no more.

"How many days to open the list?" Fan Peiyang asked suddenly, his voice a little deeper.

Once talking about the right thing, Zheng Luozhu never dared to be negligent, and immediately replied respectfully: "Three days."

Fan Peiyang turned his head slightly, looking at the oil paintings on the wall, as if he was appreciating and thinking.

"After three days, our result is 9/23," Zheng Luozhu guessed what the boss cared about. "It is absolutely no problem to enter the top five of the list. Although the reward will be less than the first place, but ..."

"You prepare," Fan Peiyang interrupted lightly. "The day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, brush the record twice." He still looked at the oil painting and his voice was no trace, like a normal thing.

Zheng Luozhu froze for a moment, not sure if he thought it right: "You mean ..."

Fan Peiyang glanced back, and for the first time really looked at Zheng Luozhu, and the three people behind him: "Before opening the list, I will return to the top of the list."

Word by word, no doubt.

Zheng Luozhu will not sing the opposite tone, after all, they get this salary: "Understood."

But money can buy his fighting power, but it cannot corrode his soul ...

Fan Peiyang: "Winner ..."

Zheng Luozhu: "It has been locked. If you are annoyed, we can go to the site first to ensure that you can hand in the papers quietly."

Well, it did not corrode his soul at all!

Beijing time, 04:27

[Owl: Congratulations on passing, 6/23 successfully handed in! Dear, see you tomorrow ~~】

For the first time in so many days, Zheng Luozhu congratulated him for the first time and felt the joy from his heart. They no longer have to deliberately go back and forth and swipe through the barriers, and finally can rush forward without any intention.

What is behind 13/23? No one knows.

That's why people look forward to it.

Fan Peiyang made a phone call, but in five minutes, he picked up their car and arrived at the place where they popped up.

Two black Bentleys stopped smoothly in front of them, low-key and elegant.

In the second Bentley driving seat, a Sven man with glasses came down, his hair was meticulously combed, and his suit pen did not have any wrinkles. It was not much to see Fan Peiyang, first hand the car key to Zheng Luozhu, and then turn back Help Fan Peiyang to open the rear door of the first car.

Fan Peiyang sat in, and the Sven man did not get in the second car, but also in the first driver's seat.

As the window slowly ascended, Zheng Luozhu heard him turn around and Fan Peiyang reported: "Mr. Tang is in stable condition."

Fan Peiyang nodded, and the windows were closed at this time.

But Zheng Luozhu still caught the temperature in the eyes of Fan Peiyang when there was only the last gap, just when he heard the word "Mr. Tang".

Zheng Luozhu and the remaining three people were seated in the second Bentley. They knew that without looking at it, their luggage must have been packed into the trunk.

Seeing the car in front left, Zheng Luozhu started the engine and kept up.

The three people who had been depressed for one night finally collapsed their straight waist plates, one in the co-pilot and two in the back row, neatly aligned, and collapsed into three soft noodles.

"It's so difficult to earn some money this year ..."

"Where is Tang's sacred? Report this first every time ..."

"Brother Zheng, do you know the inside story?"

"With night shift money, don't worry about other people's day shifts," Zheng Luozhu glanced at the time on the train. "It takes six hours to get here in Beijing. It's 11 o'clock when I arrive. What do I want to eat for lunch? please."

Three hands have always been "taking food as the sky", but this time he could not care about ordering, and he was surprised when he heard the words.

"Back to Beijing again? No wonder he just said that the day after tomorrow he started to brush records ..."

"Yes, today I have to sleep one night at the first level ..."

"How come every time the level is closer to Beijing, you have to go back one day, isn't he without father and mother, daughter-in-law and children?"

Zheng Luozhu was tired and instinctively corrected the accurate expression: "Parents died prematurely and are still single."

"Anyway, it means the same thing."

"But from another angle, if I have such a big company in Beijing, I don't worry about handing it over to others. I definitely have to go back and see it from time to time."

"Yes, otherwise there is so much money to pay us wages."

"..." Zheng Luozhu didn't even want to understand now, how to spread such three younger brothers, his talent skills are all on the value of force, and his head is simply three weed gardens.

However, they can understand as much as they like, which was originally unclear.

Moreover, it does not matter whether Fan Peiyang returns to Beijing for someone or the company. As he just said, they took the night shift money and only do things in the "owl", he at most counted as Fan Peiyang's night secretary, as for Fan Peiyang's real life, it was the white shift secretary who had just come to pick someone up.

What's the name of the Sven glasses secretary?

Oh yes, Shan Yunsong.

...

"Go directly to the hospital."

As soon as the car entered Beijing, Fan Peiyang gave a simple and clear instruction. Shan Yunsong said nothing, but said: "Okay, Mr. Fan."

Fan Peiyang continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

Shan Yunsong gave the driver a look, and then the driver settled down and changed the route from returning to the company to going to the hospital.

Near Beijing at noon, the road is not badly blocked, and the car can basically be driven. Of course, we can't count on how fast it is.

Shan Yunsong looked out of the window, and his heart was very calm. Even when he was thinking about many things, he was less irritable and impatient.

This is a habit that has been developed for many years as a secretary.

Shan Yunsong has two bosses, one named Tang Rin and the other named Fan Peiyang. When they started a business together, Shan Yunsong followed. It was strange at first. The name sounded cold, but it was warm like the sun. The name sounded gentle, but it could freeze people with one look.

As a result, this question has not been solved until today.

In the past ten years, the company has grown from a dozen people to A-share listing, but Shan Yunsong suddenly missed the past.

Tang Lin was still healthy in the past. Unlike now, he would sneak out of the hospital after watching a midnight show.

In the past, Fan Peiyang was still conscientious, unlike the present, he could not find anyone in ten days and a half.

Shan Yunsong didn't know who the four people were or what Fan Peiyang did with them all day long. He would think, but he wouldn't ask, his salary included silence.

When the car arrived at the hospital, Fan Peiyang, after getting off the car, obviously accelerated his pace. Shan Yunsong kept up, and the two quickly came to the ward.

In the single ward, Tang Lin was reading a book, and the sun was shining brightly, shining on him like a soft light.

Every time he saw Tang Lin, even Tang Lin in a wheelchair, Shan Yunsong could hardly believe that he had only three years left.

This is the most optimistic conclusion that Fan Peiyang has searched for the most authoritative doctors at home and abroad.

What Tang Lin got was a brain tumor, but the long position is not good, there is no way to operate, and the nerves are compressed every day.

At first, Tang Lin only had frequent numbness in his legs, and now he can no longer walk.

The tumor may rupture at any time, even if the conservative treatment is well coordinated, at the current growth rate of the tumor, it can be maintained for up to three years, which is the limit of the body-this is the judgment of destiny for Tang Ma.

After watching the glass quietly for a minute, Fan Peiyang pushed the door in and Shan Yunsong stayed outside.

He did n’t deliberately eavesdrop, but the door of the hospital was really not soundproof. From time to time, conversations came out—

"The company is so busy, what do you always go to the hospital, I am not alive and well."

The vitality is Tang Rin.

"You jump one and see."

It is Fan Peiyang who can choke on people with a light sentence.

Sometimes Shan Yunsong will think that Fan Peiyang may not come to visit the doctor, but to come to avenge.

Sure enough, Tang Lin's voice went low, whispering something, it wasn't real.

Shan Yunsong actually wanted to tell Tang Rin that the company was very busy, but it had nothing to do with Mr. Fan. As for what Mr. Fan was busy, no one knew.

The ward was quiet for a while, it should be that Mr. Fan was cutting apples.

Tang Rin loves to eat apples, and every time he eats, he will carefully peel and use the peel to constantly set the standard of superb knife skills. He is very proud of this skill.

Shan Yunsong remembers very clearly that Fan Peiyang scoffed at it, thinking that it was meaningless to waste limited time on these too trivial things. Even if the apple peel kept going, would the company be profitable?

Tang Rin was speechless by this theory, and later became more and more fond of eating apples, and had to peel in front of Fan Peiyang.

Fan Peiyang had no choice but to pretend to be invisible.

At that time, if someone told Shan Yunsong that Fan would one day cut the apple himself, and he would practice hard in the office to keep the peel, he would definitely be crazy when he was that person.

Visible, nothing is impossible in this world.

"I just visited last week, and I will go again tonight?" Fan Peiyang's slightly raised tail sounded unpleasant for his old man.

This scares the company's employees. To Tang Rin, it is basically a breeze.

"This month's big movies get together. What can I do? Do you eat red apples today, will you give up yellow apples tomorrow?"

"..."

Fan Peiyang was helpless in the room.

Shan Yunsong outside the door did not know what to say.

Rin Tang's attachment to Midnight Field and Apple was as incomprehensible as Mr. Fan. But the apples are eaten and eaten, there is no harm, but the midnight scene is not a good habit for patients who need regular work and rest.

Tang Lin just loves this. As long as he feels that he wants to watch this movie, he has to catch up with the first day of the show. That was the case. Even if the company is busy, he has to go, and now it is the same.

Tang Rin: "I know my own situation, yes, I have to go to the cinema in a wheelchair, the picture is a bit sour, but I have this hobby, and I have reduced it as much as possible. It ’s gone, but you must let me keep this hobby. I can live a few more days ... "

Fan Peiyang: "Go."

Tang Rin: "It's OK if you promise early, you must make me sell badly."

Fan Peiyang: "I will go with you."

Tang Rin: "Ah?"

Fan Peiyang: "I'll accompany you to see it."

Tang Rin: "Is it raining outside ..."

Fan Peiyang: "I regret it."

Tang Rin: "No, we have known each other for so long, but this is the first time you have promised to accompany me to watch the midnight show.

...

At 00:00 Beijing time, the cinema.

Fan Peiyang took the show, so he and Tang Rin were the only ones in the big screening hall.

The lights are all off, and the movie title has started playing on the big screen.

"Goo—"

Fan Peiyang gently withdrew his hand on the wheelchair and waited for two minutes, then the feeling of weightlessness came.

Tang Rin was still staring straight ahead, his eyes fixed, the light of the screen reflecting the outline of his face, soft and beautiful.

...

06:00 Beijing time, the hospital.

Shan Yunsong took a nap on the bench in the corridor, heard footsteps, and opened his eyes reflexively.

Sure enough, it is the boss.

"Mr. Fan, early." Shan Yunsong immediately got up.

Fan Peiyang walked to the door of the ward and looked at Tang Rin, who was focusing on cutting the big apple, frowning slightly: "Did he not sleep?"

"After sleeping, I slept for more than two hours," Shan Yunsong reported truthfully. "Every time I watched the midnight show, Tang always slept less."

Fan Peiyang nodded: "You can wait for me in the car."

Obviously unwilling to let you listen to the roots of the wall, Shan Yunsong immediately left, and went downstairs to find the boss's car.

I accompanied Tang Rin at a midnight show and sent him back. After that, he stayed until now, which is basically equivalent to a night shift-Shan Yunsong also needs urgent sleep.

Shan Yunsong went downstairs, and Fan Peiyang entered the ward.

"Why are you here again?" Tang Rin was more surprised than yesterday. "Aren't you going to the field today?"

Fan Peiyang sat down, took the apple in his hand, and naturally continued to cut, as if this was his mission to this ward: "The plane in the afternoon."

"Don't fight too hard," Tang Rin said sincerely. Now the company is only supported by Fan Peiyang, who is even thinner than his patient.

"Oh," Fan Peiyang still lowered his head, inadvertently raised his mouth, "Come back to see you at midnight next time."

"Really?" Tang Lin was pleasantly surprised and sorry. "Why didn't you say it earlier? I said that I wouldn't ask Xiaodan to watch it yesterday. He has no face in his life."

Fan Peiyang said lightly: "I just remembered it."

"This is the first time you promised to accompany me to watch the midnight show," Tang Rin carefully planned for the prospect. "I have to pick a good movie that is worth the fare. Don't choose bad movies, it is easy to leave you. Psychological shadow ... "

Fan Peiyang nodded in recognition: "Well, we must pick carefully."

...

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Fan Peiyang returned to the company and gave a short meeting to the senior management. After listening to the brief report, he closed the office door and sat quietly in the chair.

Why did you never want to accompany Tang Rong to watch a midnight show before entering the "Owl"?

Fan Peiyang thought, at that time, he always felt that there were opportunities in the future.

Many things became regretful after this.

Fan Peiyang took out the movie ticket from his pocket last night, opened the only drawer with a fingerprint lock, and gently put it in.

The drawers are not big, they have been covered with movie tickets, they are all checked, and they are all midnight.