summer fireworks

Song Zhilin froze on the spot, her muscles seemed unable to move, and the soles of her feet felt numb. She raised her head slowly, took a deep breath, and said:

"Shushu, I just want to thank you..."

It's fine if she doesn't explain it, but when she explained it, Yan Shu felt an unknown anger rise up. She hated Song Zhilin's polite manner the most, as if she was very unfamiliar with her.

I did everything I should and should not have done back then, so I pretended to be a stranger!

"Okay," Yan Shu looked at Song Zhilin with a half-smile, "When you report it, you must treat me to dinner."

After that, she picked up her bag and left the restaurant.

Song Zhilin looked at her back and felt as if she was nailed to the ground, unable to move.

Yan Shu walked quickly, her back was straight, her whole body tensed up, showing a state full of anger, but Song Zhilin could see that she was pretending to be careless, she could completely imagine Yan Shu's appearance, Biting her lips until her cherry-pink lips turned slightly white, her brows were tightly clenched, her fingertips sank into her palms, and her warm nails turned white.

She wanted to call Yan Shu to stop, but there was no reason.

Song Zhilin stood where she was, watching Yan Shu open the door and walk out of the coffee shop, passing by the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, a gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves and landed at Yan Shu's feet, Song Zhilin stared fixedly for a while, and again Sit down on the seat and ask the waiter to serve a cup of mocha ice cream.

The mocha ice cream arrived quickly, served in a delicate carved glass, and the light coffee was covered with sweet vanilla ice cream, doused with chocolate sauce.

This was Yan Shu's favorite dessert in the past. When they were dating, every time they went out to play, no matter what kind of store they were in, Yan Shu couldn't help but order a mocha ice cream whenever he saw it.Just now, after Yan Shu sat down in the coffee shop, he ordered Mocha ice cream.

Song Zhilin felt that she hadn't changed anything, but at the same time felt that she had changed everything.

Yan Shu still likes to eat mocha ice cream, still likes to sit by the window, and still likes to stare blankly at her, but Yan Shu will no longer say that I think you are so beautiful, and will not be endless The mocha ice cream was pushed to her.

She even said those cold words, turning words into sharp swords, piercing Song Zhilin's heart.

Song Zhilin seldom eats desserts, but this afternoon when Yan Shu walked away, she sat in the coffee shop and ate up a whole cup of mocha ice cream.

Too sweet, really too sweet.Song Zhilin used to think this taste was too sweet, and now she still thinks this taste is too sweet.In her memory, Yan Shu's favorite smell came to life little by little, followed by everything about Yan Shu. Her heart was trembling slightly, and a blunt knife slowly lingered at every corner. Things that had been forgotten gradually became clear.

Yan Shu likes to eat sweet things, the favorite is Mocha ice cream; Yan Shu likes the oily noodles in the alley behind the school, but it must be served with orange-flavored soda; Yan Shu likes to leave half of the shirt on the skirt when wearing school uniform Outside; Yan Shu doesn't like getting up early, and hates going to class even more; Yan Shu doesn't like going to the city center on weekends, because there are too many people; Yan Shu...all of them are Yan Shu.

In her youth, it was all about Yan Shu.

Song Zhilin always felt that her life was black and white.

Her home is in the old town of City B, a veritable slum.There are layers of alleys and alleys, a family of several people live in a small box of more than ten square meters, and the streets are full of children running wildly. It is not an honor to study hard in this place, but it is ridiculed by others.

Song Zhilin's family has only one grandma, and her parents have gone somewhere for a long time. The old man sews and mends for her food and clothing. All the way to school depends on her good grades, and she can barely make ends meet with the scholarship given by the school.

Since she was a child, she has only one goal in her heart, to get into university and find a good job, so that her grandma can live a good life.

Until she entered the city's No. [-] Middle School and became the president of the student council. During an inter-school exchange activity, she met Yan Shu.

Yan Shu, 16 years old, is very sweet when he smiles.

Let her mind go blank for a moment, and it is difficult to think of anything else.

Yan Shu smiled at her, and waited for her at the school gate after school, her long ponytail swaying, which was particularly dazzling in the sun, her shirt was loosely tied into the pleated skirt of her uniform, and her white and slender legs were exposed under the hem of the skirt.

When she saw Song Zhilin, she waved to her, then ran over and asked her if she wanted to drink milk tea together, or discuss unwarranted student union affairs.

Song Zhilin was able to refuse with a cold face at first, but Yan Shu's smile was like the warm sunshine.

She couldn't resist.

She gradually felt Yan Shu's aura, which she shouldn't have felt. It was different from the sweetness of Omega. It was the fresh grass fragrance, with a slight chill, as if stained with the morning dew, so pure. People can't help but want to touch it.

Finally one day, she stretched out her hand.

Just like Eve touching the forbidden fruit, Song Zhilin stole the color she shouldn't have, Yan Shu painted her blank youth with colorful colors, and then left her where she was.

In the year of her college entrance examination, Yan Shu's parents suddenly found her, and the two of them were well-mannered in suits and leather shoes, with extraordinary temperament.

Song Zhilin had already forgotten what they said, and only remembered that in a daze, they pushed the check in front of her like in a TV drama and said, "You are not worthy of our daughter." After that, she never found it again. Yan Shu, Yan Shu no longer shows up at school, nor does she answer her phone calls.

She earns living expenses by working part-time abroad, and saves the overseas phone bills she left behind, but when she calls Yan Shu, the person who answers is never Yan Shu, and there is always only one sentence.

"Shushu doesn't want to answer your call."

Song Zhilin sighed softly, except for Yan Shu, she never loved anyone.

The past love between her and Yan Shu was as beautiful as a bubble, and it could reflect all the beautiful colors in the sun. It is impossible not to miss it.

Unfortunately, it is also like a bubble.

With just a light touch, it shatters completely.

In addition to Yan Shu, Song Zhilin found some insiders through other channels. After careful investigation, he began to write the first report about Ji's Group.

She went to university in country A in her early years, worked as an investigative reporter during her internship, and successfully joined a famous media group. After that, her journey went smoothly. After graduation, she stayed in the company to work. She did several projects with great results, and was finally transferred back to city B this year. , as the person in charge of the airborne TV department.

The interests of various departments in the company are intertwined. She just came back. Although she has a high position, she has no suitable people under her command.

This series of reports is her first project after returning to City B. If she fails to achieve results and is difficult to convince the public, the days to come will be sad.

Besides, after the person in charge of the TV department resigned, this position was stared at by countless people, and the office was full of undercurrents all day long. The leaders of the four teams in the department were all hopeful, thinking that they had the possibility of being in the top position. The head office transferred Song Zhilin from the capital.

Originally, she wanted to make a fuss, but Song Zhilin's beautiful resume was impeccable from the beginning of her internship experience, and the project she was in charge of as the leader was even more outstanding, which made people jealous besides envy.

When Song Zhilin first arrived in the TV department, the group originally had some plans to make her suffer. Unexpectedly, when she first arrived, she would treat her well with both kindness and power, and then she took over a project that attracted a lot of attention. For the sake of jobs and bonuses, they dare not do it again.

It was only after this round that Song Zhilin was worried about handing over the report to others, so she wrote the first one herself, and after it was published in "Finance Today", she was relieved, and held a meeting to assign the plan to her subordinates for them to do it. remaining work.

Song Zhilin has been working overtime for the past few days, leaving early and returning late every day. I don't know how many night lights in the CBD area have been seen. Those shining neon lights are like a starry sky, reflected in the empty office.

Sometimes, Song Zhilin felt very tired, but when she returned to China, when she brought her grandmother who had lived in a shantytown for half her life into the apartment, her eyes filled with tears, she felt that all these hardships were due, and she should not want to rest willfully .

She occasionally thought of Yan Shu, and when she was writing a report, she wanted to say something to her. When she turned on her phone, she saw Yan Shu's profile picture, but she couldn't type a line in the dialog box. .

Yan Shu also didn't contact her.

On the day "Finance Today" was published, Song Zhilin's WeChat message list kept flashing.

Nowadays, people no longer have the habit of reading magazines, but because the report about the problems of Ji’s Group’s bean curd dregs project was published in "Finance Today", many people who were eager to know the details bought the magazine, which made the magazine out of stock for a time.

Song Zhilin opened WeChat, and most of them were teasing or congratulatory messages.

"It's amazing, it's out of stock as soon as you make a move."

"Sure enough, it's my sister. I think "Finance Today" is almost cold, but I didn't expect that a report would be so boring."

"How did you think of doing text reports first? Now people are paying attention."

She replied politely, and when she was discussing the latest wind direction with some colleagues in the industry, a voice call came in suddenly.

Yan Shu's profile picture flickered on the screen, and Song Zhilin felt her heart flicker along with it. She picked up the phone and heard Yan Shu's charming voice, saying:

"The reports are out, why don't you invite me to dinner?"

The work went smoothly unexpectedly, Song Zhilin was in a good mood, and rarely joked:

"After writing so many reports, this is the first time I have seen an informant who is so eager to eat a thank-you meal."

"Why, Miss Yan really wants to have dinner with me?"

Her voice was clear, like a clear spring, touching Yan Shu's ears.

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment, and then said louder: "You promised me! Do you want to renege on your debt?!"

"How dare you lie to me," Song Zhilin smiled, "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow, okay?"