his substitute

One autumn rain and one cold, it started to rain in Zhongcheng on Sunday, and autumn came completely, driving away the last touch of lush greenery in summer.Overnight, the leaves of the sycamore tree turned yellow and fell to the ground with the rain, being trampled and crushed.

Monday is the busiest day of the week for the new media department, with department meetings and panel meetings held non-stop. However, some employees applied for a day off because they were away from work for two consecutive days on weekends, and the office area seemed less lively.

Wen Yun has already changed into autumn clothes, and is sitting in front of the computer and continuing to write the unfinished project on Friday, the freshly brewed tea in hand is steaming.

This case was supposed to be finished on the weekend, but after a busy day at Yunzhou Villa on Saturday and sleeping until noon on Sunday, he still felt tired and had no desire to get up and work.He got up and drank some water, didn't bother to make food, walked around the house aimlessly for a few steps, and then lay back on the bed, covered his head and continued to sleep.After sleeping until evening, I was really hungry, so I opened the app and ordered a takeaway.

It has been a long time since I have used the ordering app, and it took a few minutes to update it, otherwise I would not be able to order food.

The process of waiting for the takeaway was a bit torturous. On the one hand, I was uncomfortably hungry, and on the other hand, I had nothing to do. If I didn’t pay attention, I would think of what happened on Saturday and the people I met.The consequence of deliberately not thinking about it is that you feel restless and feel that everything is wrong.

The takeaway came, and I ate it all, but I still felt stuffy in my chest, and I couldn't find an outlet to relieve it.

Had to continue to sleep.

This state was so unusual that Wen Yun couldn't remember the last time he was so anxious.Life is like a lake, even if there are twists and turns, it will never be harsh.It seems that no matter how strong the wind is, it is impossible to blow the lake water out of the momentum of a tsunami.

But the sudden appearance of that man gave him a very bad premonition.

At Yunzhou Mountain Villa on Saturday, after saying that, he grabbed the man's arm, pushed him away gently, and left the woods without looking back.

He was afraid that the man would catch up, but the man didn't.He could only hear his own footsteps getting faster and faster, and the man who was left far behind seemed to be standing motionless, not moving a step forward.

The event was very successful, which can be regarded as a "triple win".But he couldn't feel the joy at all. After returning home, he swallowed two sleeping pills and fell asleep.

In fact, it's not surprising to him that he doesn't feel the joy after work is done.

There is not much to be happy about in life.

Nothing to cry about.

Before falling asleep, he thought vaguely, hoping that the man would not come to him again in the future.

The traffic jam was severe on Monday morning, and the roads were slippery due to the rain, and there were traffic accidents on many road sections, causing traffic jams throughout the city.Until 10:[-] a.m., some employees rushed into the office covered in moisture and swore to clock in.

Wen Yun is one of the few people who is not late.

Liu Cun himself was late, and was called to attend the upper-level meeting of the group as soon as he landed. Before he left, he told the team leaders to arrange their work, but as soon as the elevator doors closed, these words fell on deaf ears.

Everyone was chatting, and Wen Yun was the center of the topic.

When Zhao Yu added Yunzhou Mountain Villa to the autumn appreciation route last week, most people in the department were waiting to see Wen Yun's jokes, even Liu Cun turned a blind eye and acquiesced to Zhao Yu's approach.Unexpectedly, Xu Cheng stepped in and held a party at Yunzhou Villa, earning a lot of face for Wen Yun.

The most unpopular route turned out to be the most beautiful one.

On Sunday, Li Xiao and others found out that Yunzhou Villa not only held a barbecue party, but also held a racing car in the middle. Wen Yun was also dragged to participate. I don’t know what car he drove, but in the end, the ranking surpassed the Hummer and Mercedes-Benz G.

This incident caused an uproar among a small group of employees in the new media department, and various opinions emerged one after another.Some people firmly refused to believe it, some were full of ridicule, some pulled Xu Cheng out of the stage, and some were aggrieved... In the end, there was no good word.

After chatting, the saying "Wen Yun was taken care of by a wealthy businessman" came up.

Li Xiao snorted: "Just him? Are you blind? Isn't he in his 30s? If he is like that, is the person who took care of him sick?"

Someone laughed: "Maybe. The rich people nowadays have so many tricks, maybe they are really sick? The kind that can't be hard."

"If you can't be hard, you still have to raise a fart!"

"Hey, you don't understand this. It doesn't have to be hard, play with props, let Wen Yun hold it all night, there is something to play with!"

The group was quiet for a few seconds, and Zhao Yu scolded: "Fuck, you're so cheap!"

Wen Yun didn't join the WeChat group. First, he felt it was unnecessary. QQ is fine for work contact. Second, no one asked him. The only one in the new media department who knew his WeChat account was Liu Cun—that was also in the "Zhongcheng Times" back then. Just added it.

The maliciousness between the fingers of his colleagues can't be transmitted to his eyes, so it can be regarded as out of sight and out of mind.But he could hear the blatant chat, and the fingers typing on the keyboard stopped.

Those people were calculating how many red envelopes he got for this weekend trip to the field, and how much the bonus was; they were trying to figure out what relationship he had with Xu Cheng, and why Xu Cheng would do his best to help him; they were checking whether he was competent in the "Zhongcheng Times" The black history that was used as a fuss; talking about which rich businessman has no eyesight and fell in love with him, a rustic old man in his 30s...

It's all nonsense!

Hearing those words, Wen Yun felt angry in his heart, but the anger turned into a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

He was indeed a little angry when others wanted to provoke him, but that anger was so insignificant, like a flame swaying in the wind on a snowy night, it instantly turned into silky white smoke and dissipated without a trace.

Nothing to be angry about.

Compared with those gossips, he was more worried about Xun Musheng - the man who pushed him against the Dongfeng Warrior.

He couldn't continue writing the planning case anymore, and whenever he thought of this man, he would feel startled, as if his peaceful life was about to be broken.

Wen Yun hadn't finished the plan until after get off work in the evening.Liu Cun knocked on his table: "Come to the small meeting room."

When he stood up, everyone in the office looked at him.He followed Liu Cun and heard Li Xiao snort in disdain.

"Mr. Xu is on a business trip this week to attend the Auto Expo. He called me yesterday and said he wanted to transfer you to his auto section." Liu Cunyi was sitting on the table in the small conference room, his tone seemed relaxed, but with With an obvious temptation: "He said that you know more about cars, and it might be more appropriate to join his team. What do you think?"

Wen Yun didn't care which department to go to, and asked instead: "Do you want me to stay in the travel and food section, or go to the car section?"

"My opinion is not important. The New Media Department is different from the Zhongcheng Times. We respect personal wishes more." Liu Cun paused for a moment, "I heard you participated in a race car on Saturday?"

coming.Wen Yun thought, this is the point.

"You guys are so wild." Liu Cun sneered, "When you were in the social department, every time you went out for interviews, you would go to the bus shift to ask for a driver. I didn't even know you could drive."

"Yes, but rarely."

"Well, it seems that you still have a lot of 'advantages' that haven't been discovered. Let's put it aside in advance, Mr. Xu will come back next week. If I transfer it to you now, no one will give it to you in the car section. You arrange work." Liu Cun said slowly: "And the autumn appreciation activity has just started, and it will last for a month. You wrote the first draft of the plan, and you are responsible for following the whole process."

"Yeah." Wen Yun nodded, "I know."

Liu Cun stared at Wenjun for a long time, then smirked and said, "It's not convenient for Fang to tell me, whose car did you drive on Saturday?"

Wen Jun's eyebrows tightened, not because he was afraid of Liu Cun, but because Liu Cun's words suddenly reminded him of Xun Musheng.

"Is it Mr. Xu's friend?" Liu Cun said casually, "What kind of car is so good that it can compare to the Hummer?"

Wen Yun only answered the previous question: "I don't know, I should know Xu Cheng."

Answering is tantamount to not answering.

Liu Cun's eyes sank, revealing an impatient expression.

Wen Yun didn't avoid his gaze, "Is there anything else?"

In the way of Xu Cheng, now there is another person who borrowed the car, Liu Cun didn't dare to make it too difficult, he waved his hand and said, "Go back, think about it yourself, which section you would like to go to more."

After ordering takeaway once, it seems like an addiction.Wen Yun ordered a pair of pork chops and fried pork, and stayed in the office to work overtime.

It was already 8:[-] when he finished writing the case, and there were not many people still working overtime. He turned off the computer, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Zhao Yu's gaze.

Zhao Yu turned his eyes away, the light of the display screen was reflected between his brows, full of hostility.

Wenjun knew why the other party didn't leave so late—there were communication problems in two routes of the autumn appreciation event. The merchants and customers were dissatisfied.The nominal person in charge of these two routes is Zhao Yu.

When I went to the coffee shop to rest in the afternoon, Wen Yun heard some gossip, saying that Zhao Yu left all the work to the interns, and he was just a name, and he didn't do things with money.

The person who said this was the team leader of another section, who usually called Zhao Yu brothers and sisters, but at this time he was quite capable of making things worse.

Even if Wen Yun heard it, he would not gloat, nor would he come forward to comfort him, anyway, it had nothing to do with him.

It has been raining for almost two days in autumn, and it is depressing.When Wen Yun came out of the Zhongcan Media Building, he shivered as soon as he held up his umbrella.

Still wearing less.

Throughout the year, what he dislikes the most is autumn. There is too much rain, the sky is gloomy, and the sunshine is pitiful. I can't cry.

The evening rush hour had passed, and there were vacant seats on both the bus and the subway, but he stood in the wind and rain for a while holding an umbrella, feeling tired and exhausted, so he raised his hand to hail a taxi, hoping to go home early.

In the rearview mirror, a Land Rover disappeared in the flowing night.

Wen Yun leaned on the back of the chair, raised his right hand to the neckline, hooked his fingers around a thin braided red rope, lifted it up, and a bead was pulled out.

The beads are soft and moist, with warmth.

Wen Yun held it in the palm of his hand, and gently closed his eyes.

It was a lonely agarwood bead.