Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I was stunned, and it took me four or five seconds to find Miss Pande's intentions—at least the intentions I thought.

She might be saying, I am only five years old?

This kind of curse is no longer necessary for five-year-olds.

For no reason, I remembered the scolding battles between elementary school students. It seemed a very common operation to compare each other's grade. Look at Miss Pan De, who is like a cat with blown up hair, her momentum seems to have died down, only the restless fur is cheering each other up.

I still decided to give her a smooth hair: "Are you learning Chinese?"

She nodded: "It's just the beginning. You don't look angry at all."

"I have no time to be angry." I said, "I feel surprised, honored, and a little scared."

She took a breath: "We call this ‘flattered’."

I silently looked aside. Hold it back, Li Yao, she deliberately **** you off, hold it back.

I looked up: "I know. That's not what I meant."

"What do you mean?" Miss Pan De narrowed her eyes. I can see that her ruthless words did not achieve the effect, and the provocative words were quietly exposed by me. At this moment, her mood is not very good.

But if we do not continue to talk about this issue, she will have to ask who is the Ukiyo-e octopus, why An Ning is an octopus, and how we "fight", etc. I can't explain to her for the time being.

"I mean," I looked at her, "Are you because of me? About going to learn Chinese."

"Yes." Her voice was a little soft, and she continued, "I just want to be able to recognize the words and pronunciation, so as not to be fooled by you."

She was obviously saying that I was in charge of "Wanzhuang" and "oil".

I solemnly said: "I promise that something like that won't happen again."

Miss Pan De moved her eyebrows, noncommittal.

Is this out of breath?

I said again: "Now I just feel flattered. What you did is very considerate, Sania. I am very touched."

She turned her gaze away: "I just started to learn, only to the second volume."

"Can I read your book?"

She held up the teaching material. Sure enough, she was out of anger. As usual, she had to tease me for a while just for such a trivial matter.

It was a yellow book of about sixteen open with a big white elephant painted on the cover. Because there are complicated decorations on the white elephant, I thought it was some kind of Indian children's book at first. Take a closer look. On the cover, it says "Chinese Book for Children 1a" in a naive font, and there is a line of Chinese characters below:

"Easily Learn Chinese (Children's Edition

I endured it for a long time before I laughed out loud, and suffocated my breath and asked her: "How did I buy children's textbooks?"

"I thought it would be simpler." She put down the book, "I was wrong."

I nodded, "Will you lend it to me next time you come to you? I want to know if I can help."

"I think that would be very helpful." She was very soft.

I relax my guard.

She changed the conversation: "Did I just make a grammatical error?"

"what?"

"You are five years old." She repeated the old story, "Teach me."

I have to say that Miss Pan De has a different charm when she talks about the two words "teach me". I didn't dare to think about it, and explained it seriously: "Well, if you insist on saying that, I think'you are only five years old' or'you seem to be only five years old' would be better." I went on to translate the sentence I explained it again in English, "But people really rarely say that."

"What do people usually say?"

How can this tell the truth, do I want to popularize science about how much we like to verbally, directly or indirectly claim that we are each other's elders, and explain the stubborn clan system by the way? This decision cannot be explained and will distort her image of Chinese culture in her mind.

I simply said: "You can say, ‘you are naive’. This sentence means ‘you are very childish,’ but emotionally more negative."

"'Very' is'very'?"

"Correct."

"young……"

"Naive." I slowed down.

"Naive." Miss Pan De imitated very well, and then asked, "Is it the ‘oil’ of ‘oil’?"

"No, no, that word is sent..."

What does "Yang Ping" say? Literally translated as "the second tone"?

I reluctantly made the gesture clear, and then began to explain the meaning: "'young' means young age..."

I find that I am very bad at teaching Chinese.

Very, very bad at.

People from the Sino-Tibetan language family and her Indo-European language family simply live in two worlds.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Miss Pande was finally willing to take off her curious baby's name tag-I only discovered today that she still has a curious baby side. On the contrary, her spirit is better than when the video was first dialed. However, I am not very energetic, and that little work on the computer can only be left to tomorrow.

I asked: "Anything else?"

Miss Pan De shook her head.

"That's it for today?"

Miss Pan De responded softly.

I looked at her and smiled: "You hang up."

She stopped talking and glanced at the camera, staring at the bottom of the screen without knowing what she saw with gusto.

I asked: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

I laughed again and said: "Then you hang up."

Miss Pan De raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why don't you hang up first?"

"I'm not willing to hang up." I said.

I'm embarrassed after saying it. Fortunately, this expression in English doesn't seem too boring, but I hope she won't hear any other meanings.

Miss Pande was silent for a while, and then said: "But tomorrow we all have to work."

"you are right."

"Then, shall I hang up first?" She looked at me.

"Okay." I stood up and glanced at my computer, "I hope you have a sweet dream."

"I hope you sleep well." Miss Pan De lifted her hair and lowered her head, "Good night."

"Good night."

Her shadow on the screen is missing.

I feel like a dream of being a yellow beam.

I rarely take pictures.

Singapore is a city very suitable for lovers of urban scenery. There is always an endless sunset in the evening, which is as beautiful as a romantic movie in the millennium. In a heavy rain, as long as you stay away from the rainy area, even if you observe from a distance, you can see the tornado-like real and safe pillar between the sky and the earth connected by water. Not to mention lightning, gusts, and big trees that can only be hugged by a few people. Everything that belongs to nature is magnified here, is close to people, and then remains as an image.

It fills the owner’s circle of friends, good memories, and life.

They keep them here.

My mobile phone album is clean, all kinds of reports, materials, and my colorful meeting schedule. Besides, she is the only one, her, her late-night hair, her mango, and her always charming eyes.

If we go to Sentosa together, I can leave more images of her.

Bear's paw is also what I want.

I sat and posted for a while.

If I can get some evidence from the COO as soon as possible, take a step back and say that even if I can learn more about the group, my task can basically be explained, and I will not be ashamed when I speak to the big boss. The relationship with her Naturally, it develops naturally.

But once you catch the COO line...

From the perspective of the company and the founders, what I want to do is obvious. People's "prince" will not be just a slapstick. To gain enough trust, it still requires a long process, intensive preparation, and lurking.

After the establishment of the new company, it is inevitable to reshuffle the cards. Even if I have the first-mover advantage, I still have to spend a lot of effort to gain a foothold; BCG definitely wants to develop this business into a long-term and stable income. Where can Miss Pande pick so clearly?

This year is not a good time to change jobs. If I don't consider the position of Superman that the boss may offer me, I have to interview outside or find someone to recommend, I am afraid it will be extremely difficult to find a suitable position.

But how long can the job of Superman be retained? Now I can't get out of the crab shell.

I repeatedly looked at the pages where Ning stayed for a long time.

What purpose do they want this information for?

That's all about BCG. To say that the recipient of the data is a COO or someone from the group, logically speaking, the motivation is too confusing and confusing.

There are really not many people in the company who have access to such comprehensive information, and they can count it with one hand.

The problem is that the "middle finger" is me, and the "index finger" is the COO. With his position, even if he does not directly manage our work, it is easy to check any data.

This is the myth that bothers me the most this week, and it is also a key point that I have not figured out even after deciding to hand over the information for half a month.

Some truths inherently have deep hidden fate. I advise myself.

Our family doesn't seem to believe in fate.

I thought of my parents again for no reason, feeling uncomfortable in my heart, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, forcibly disturbing my thoughts and spreading further.

Standing a little farther and going back to the basics, looking at the situation, I seem to be attacking the city and proceeding smoothly, but in fact there is no way to retreat.

It feels as if I am a train with a single front but full of fuel on my back. In the driver's cab, the scene in front of me should have been unobstructed: the fog outside the window, the consistent and indistinguishable track, are all in my eyes. Should I believe in the logic that cannot be verified?

The thin drops of water on the glass learn to embrace each other. In the dense night fog, the locomotive rushed out into the sky, the body of which was getting lighter and lighter, and the speed was getting faster and faster. In the carriage, the black life belonging to the machinery has been burned out. I tore through the fog, walked towards the rain, and walked towards the storm.

At this time the illusions were gone, and the clock quietly dialed into the dusk. The splendid tropical sunset swallows the smoke clouds, and the track goes straight to the bottom of the sea. I am travelling in one direction. My road is gone and my brakes fail. The train fell into the sea, the steam cooled rapidly, the metal rotted, and man-made fish.

Only tears flowed through the broken front window glass, and it was no longer able to block the rain and the wind.