suddenly tired

Chapter 6 Apricot Garden-3

The taxi stopped at the downstairs of the Junwei Building. Ji Sumian got out of the car with his entry materials in his arms, and was ready to wave goodbye to the driver with a refreshing and natural smile. Before he lifted his hand, the car drove away , with a posture of "finally throwing this thing down and running quickly", he didn't mind it, and walked a few steps quickly into the hall with a little excitement.

Denway Group is the property of Li Chengyan's father. His classmate has a different temperament from other rich second generations. He acts extremely low-key, and his usual food and clothing expenses in school are generally below the average level.He took Ji Sumian to the student center for coffee for the first time. When the two were on their way to another teaching building at the end of one class, he said he was a little hungry and went to see what delicious food was available in the student center.At that time, Ji Sumian saw free coffee and dozens of kinds of bread, cakes and biscuits for the first time. This incident made him think that Li Chengyan had the same living standard as most foreign students.

It wasn't until I made an appointment to go back to China together that I realized that this is an out-and-out rich second generation, just too low-key.We had dinner together last night, and he picked up the phone: "Uncle Yan, I have a classmate who can't go to the United States temporarily because of something, and wants to find a job. I finished my sophomore year in economics and my grades are not bad. Do you see any positions that are suitable for me?" he?"

Ji Sumian didn't have much hope at first. After all, other classmates and friends who had dinner with him also said to help him pay attention, but they didn't do anything. Only Li Chengyan asked him for a resume, and received feedback not long after.

"I'm sorry, Su Mian, my dad's secretary said that because you haven't graduated, you can only be arranged according to the position and salary of an intern. The company policy can't help it, but if you develop well in the future, you can become a regular employee and your salary will be higher. , there are opportunities for advancement.”

Ji Sumian was already very grateful. These days when he was looking for a job, the news of the job application either came to nothing or they were all rejected. He cherished this internship position very much.

His immediate superior is the reception supervisor Guan Qingchen, a young lady who does not know her age. She has a serious face but speaks very softly. Ji Sumian later found out that his supervisor deliberately reduced his expression in order to avoid wrinkles on his face. He himself is dedicated and enthusiastic, but on his first day at work, he is in awe of this superior.

There are two shifts for this post, from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm and from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm. The supervisor told him with a little apology that he could only arrange the morning shift for the time being. Ji Sumian nodded hurriedly: "It's okay." Supervisor, I prefer the morning shift."

"Don't all young people get up very late, and the girls under me will be late for the ten o'clock shift."

"I'm not, I wake up very early." Ji Sumian was selfish. He went to work at seven o'clock, so he had to leave the house at six o'clock. Maybe the driver's uncle could give him a ride.Thinking of this, he has already planned how to sell miserably when he returns home at night.

Stepping on high heels, Guan Qingchen swayed and led him to go through the entry procedures and visit the main office area of ​​the administration department.It turns out that the job function of the reception department is not only to stand at the front desk as a vase, but also to be responsible for group meeting management, event organization, and to cooperate with the work of the public relations department and the marketing department. Ji Sumian followed behind, writing and drawing on the mobile phone all the time Record, Guan Qingchen saw it and smiled: "Don't remember, I will go downstairs and give you the instruction manual later, it is written very clearly."

"Good supervisor."

"Hey, I just watched you fill out the form, only 20 years old?"

"Uh...Actually, it's still a few months away."

"You're so young." Guan Qingchen leaned closer to look at him, "You're handsome, and your skin is super good. You have a face that doesn't even have a single pimple, and you'll be envied by the girls downstairs."

Ji Sumian laughed with a simple and honest temperament.

On his first day at work, he did almost nothing except go through the formalities and get the uniform. He followed the supervisor or other colleagues to familiarize himself with the work process. He was thinking about the morning shift tomorrow, so he called Zhong Lei before going to bed. Phone: "Second Uncle, are you going to the airport tonight or going home?"

"Airport, close the door."

"Oh, uh... I want to ask if the nearest subway station is Xinfeng Road Station? Is there a bus nearby?"

Zhong Lei blurted out: "You can check the map with your mobile phone."

"I... checked, the nearest bus station will take a while, and then transfer to the subway. It takes an hour and 15 minutes to get to the company, but I go to work at seven o'clock, and there is no bus so early, I just want to ask, and Is there any other way to get to the subway station?"

"Run faster and get there in half an hour."

"Oh, that's fine, then I'll go out early tomorrow and try it out. Second uncle, eat something before resting. I'll go to bed first."

His voice was very small, and his innocent and ignorant tone was like the drizzle falling in spring, soaking people's hearts bit by bit.Zhong Lei was quite puzzled by the unreasonable sense of guilt in his heart, and before he could react, he heard himself say: "Hey, wait a minute, don't lock the door, it seems that there are many people waiting in line for the bus, I will wait go back."

"Okay, second uncle, pay attention to safety."

Ji Sumian hung up the phone, pursed his lips, forced the raised corners of his mouth down, looked around and found that the garbage in the kitchen was confiscated, he put on a coat, opened the door and bent over to put the garbage in the corner of the door, and then When he got up, a black figure appeared in his sight.

His heart was beating wildly, he took a short breath, suffocated for a moment, nailed in place, unable to move.

"Scared you?"——It was Lao Fang's voice.

When Ji Sumian heard that he was a person, he felt a little relieved and raised his heart again. He remembered that Zhong Lei said that this uncle had a complicated background and appeared at his door in the middle of the night. He didn't know how to react.

"Uncle Fang... what's the matter with you?"

Lao Fang walked a few steps closer and handed over a bag, which seemed to be of some weight: "The pot of this flower fell, it's a pity to throw away the pretty good flowers, I want to plant it in this pot of your house."

... so weird.

Ji Sumian didn't know what to say, she was silent for a moment, and asked, "Then I, shall I help you plant?"

"No, you go back to sleep, I'll do it myself."

Ji Sumian didn't greet him politely, ran back to the house and locked the door behind her.

He only turned on a small night light, listened to the movement outside with his ears open, grasped the quilt with both hands, and was very nervous.He imagined that walking with a slight hunchback and slow walking is the appearance of the uncle, but he is actually a gangster who kills, steals, and fights. What should he do, so that there is a little bit of abnormality in the rustling outside? Sounds—a horn honking on the road, a dog barking in the distance, or Lao Fang coughing, would make him more nervous, and he would only poke his head out quietly after the sound of footsteps faded away, and it took another ten minutes.

Ji Sumian opened the door a crack, observed in the dark for a while, and then came out to see that the flower pot was indeed planted with plants, clustered, with slender leaves, and the outer ring was bent into a beautiful arc, trembling when the wind blew, It looked delicate, far from the temperament of the "thug" he had just fabricated in his mind.

He smiled wryly, turned and entered the door.

When Zhong Lei came home, he thought the child was already asleep, but when he opened the door, he saw a straight upper body facing him. The brightness of the night light was very low, and only the outline could be seen clearly.

"Fuck!" Zhong Lei's car key fell to the ground with a "snap", which startled the other party too.Turning on the overhead light, Zhong Lei saw an energetic person, "What time are you still awake, what are you doing? It's not like pretending to be a ghost."

"I'm so scared... I can't sleep." Ji Sumian started to perform.

"What? Something frightened?"

"Second Uncle, I went to take out the trash just now, and when I opened the door, I saw a black shadow standing in front of our house. It's Uncle Fang at the entrance of the alley."

"What's so scary about him?"

"It's scary. Standing there silently with a bag, saying that it's here to plant flowers, don't you think it's weird."

"Grow flowers? What do you mean?"

"He planted a flower in our pot and left."

"Oh, that's just planting flowers, what's the matter?" Zhong Lei drove the car all day, and when he got home, he just wanted to fall asleep, but he didn't expect this child to ramble on inexplicably, which was really annoying.

"However, I'm afraid he is the kind of person who hides his secrets, lurking around, maybe he is a master."

"Are you sick? Who are you talking about, Lao Fang? Just like him, he can't walk easily?"

"Didn't you say that he has a complicated background and just came out not long ago..."

"Hey, what I'm talking about is that the people here have complicated backgrounds. I want you to be careful what you say, and don't be close friends. The old party won't harm you, but you can't keep the other people's minds upright. Don't think about it, go to sleep, tomorrow you six Get up before one o'clock, and I'll see you off."

"Oh, take...to the subway station?"

"Whatever the subway station, drop off and go directly to Junwei, stop talking nonsense and go to sleep!" Zhong Lei felt that if he continued to talk nonsense with him, the last bit of patience would be exhausted.

When the lights went out, Ji Sumian's eyes widened and he pretended to be innocent, with a smile on his face.

Ji Sumian's alarm clock rang at five o'clock. He hurriedly pressed it off, sneaked into the kitchen, fried eggs and bread in a pan, put on his favorite peanut butter and Nutella, and waited for Zhong Lei to wake up.But the uncle went downstairs, looked at the table full of Western-style breakfast, frowned, washed up, ate two fried eggs in three mouthfuls, and said, "Let's go when you're full."

"You don't want to eat it, the toast is delicious after being toasted."

"I don't eat sweets." He said in the car, "Don't be mine, just make what you eat."

"Then I can make whatever you want."

"Farewell, I get up too early in the morning and I can't eat. I usually find a place to eat after the rush hour at nine o'clock in the morning."

"Oh, well, I see."

Zhong Lei looked at his lowered head, thinking that it was a little pitiful for the child's hospitality to be so ungrateful, and added: "There are wrapped wontons in the refrigerator, you can boil some and crack an egg."

The child became happy again: "You made it?"

"Yeah, is it difficult to make wontons?"

"Then I'll eat it tomorrow! Thank you, Second Uncle."

"Tch, if it's good, just obediently call him Uncle, if it's not good, just call me uncle."

Ji Sumian pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Have you been to the hospital recently? What's going on with your mother?"

"It is a very stable coma, and it is a good thing that there are no other complications."

"Okay, wait a minute, sometimes vegetative people can wake up, I often see such news."

"Ah."

He was comforting me, Ji Sumian's heart was adorned with two small early summer cherries, the almost transparent skin was pink, the flesh was slightly sour, but the aftertaste was sweet.

I don't know if the cherry tree in his backyard will still have fruit to pick next year.

When he arrived at the downstairs of Junwei Building, he just opened the car door when he was pulled back by his collar, "Ah!" He leaned back and yelled.

"Don't move! Your collar." A hand reached into Ji Sumian's neck and turned his crumpled collar out.

Fingernails scratched his skin inadvertently, and Ji Sumian felt a weak electrical signal extending down from his neck rapidly, and his spine stiffened.

He said thank you weakly and fled out of the car.