He Xuchunqiu

"Hey, the interview that has been followed up for so long is finally over. Shall we have a dinner after get off work tonight?" The colleague sitting next to the green radish stretched and yawned.

"Okay, okay, why don't we go to eat barbecue, the one in Qiaobei is good, and they also give pomegranate juice..." The little girl who came in the same year as He Xuren liked this kind of activities very much, she was still a young girl after all, There is still a lot of interest in eating.

"Shall I eat seafood? I've been busy for so many days, I must have some seafood to make up for it..." Sister Li at the next table picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair and put it on, and changed the sneakers on her feet into high-heeled shoes.

"If you want me to say, in this kind of winter, you should eat a hot pot. It's warm, not to mention how comfortable it is!" Lao Wang put down the folded shirt cuffs and buttoned them, and threw out this suggestion by the way.

"Okay, okay, let's eat hot pot and barbecue next time." Whoever glanced at the girl who changed her mind quickly, her eyes turned into crescent moons with joy.

"It's okay to eat hot pot, but I have to eat clear soup!" Although Sister Li is from Chongqing, she surprisingly doesn't like spicy food.

"Sister Li, it's your dignity as a Chongqing person to eat hot pot instead of spicy food!" Everyone joked habitually.

"Besides, I'm not going!" Sister Li pretended to be angry.

"Cheng Chengcheng, let me count the number of people..." Immediately, someone acted as a statistician and counted the heads of the dinner parties.

"I'm not going." The editor Lao Zhao suddenly raised his hand.

"Old Zhao, what are you busy with?" The leaves of the green radish were pulled several times, shaking the green shadow of the tree.

"Hey, isn't this daughter still young! I have to go back and take it with me, or my wife will grab me and scold me by the ear." Lao Zhao had his first daughter in his forties, and he was old enough. Sighing, the happiness on his face was covered with wrinkles.

"I'm not going either." He Xu also raised his hand to signal, and adjusted his glasses by the way.

"What? Xiao He, are you taking your daughter with you too?" Lao Wang joked with a smile.

"No, no, isn't this the interview with the character sent by the superiors a long time ago? I haven't done it yet..." He Xu said, scratching his head in distress.

"Haven't settled yet? What a shame, what is the name of this foreign designer? After talking for so long, I still can't believe it." Old Wang stroked the stubble on his chin, feeling annoyed about who it was.

"It's okay, I'll contact there again tonight and ask if I can accept our interview." He turned on his phone to check the time, then rubbed his dry eyes, "It's time to get off work, hurry up, don't come Time to line up."

"Shh, the good ones don't work and the bad ones, don't let Xiao He get it right, let's be a little bit..." The colleagues left together talking and laughing, and there were three or four people in the office who didn't participate in the dinner.

He Xu simply packed up the materials, packed his bag and left his seat.

"Xiao He, are you leaving?" The remaining three or two were still working on the draft, but they still didn't forget to wave to whom.

"Well, I'm leaving first, you guys should get off work early too." He Xuren said goodbye with a smile, and did not forget to take him to the door before leaving.

Dusk is the rush hour for getting off work, so whoever protects his bag all the way, struggles to squeeze into the overcrowded subway.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He Xu was shoved and shoved into the compartment, smiling and apologizing to the stranger he accidentally bumped into.

The air conditioner was turned on in the carriage, and people of all colors mixed together, brewing an inexplicable dizzy smell.

He leaned on a handrail, and had the opportunity to put on gloves on his frozen hands. His fingers were already numb and swollen as if they had already worn a layer of cotton gloves.

He Xu rubbed his hands desperately through the gloves, but he couldn't get any heat, his hands were still cold, and his heart was also cold.

The subway passes through the tunnel, and there are bright lights of the same specification hanging in the boundless darkness outside the carriage. They flash through someone's pupils one by one, like a fleeting meteor.

There were quite a few people getting off the bus along the way, but in the end there were still a lot of people getting off the bus. How could anyone have an empty seat after sitting for only six stops.

What Ren rented a house outside the Fifth Ring Road, and there was still a long drive.He was very tired, but he didn't dare to fall asleep, he was afraid that no one would wake him up after sitting.

When the subway arrives at the station, who will get off?

After exiting the subway, it is quite prosperous, at least there are many supermarkets and convenience stores on the road.He Xu buried his face in the scarf, put his bag behind his back, and walked into a convenience store unhurriedly.

After buying two packs of instant noodles, He He stopped on the sidewalk for a moment, and continued walking towards his residence until the plane with its lights flashing overhead disappeared from sight.

Two packs of instant noodles were broken apart and put into a bowl. The seasoning pack was torn open, and the powder and sauce cubes were next to the water outlet. The red, green and green dried vegetable packs looked seriously inconsistent with the packaging.Whoever poured boiling water on the seasoning, the aroma instantly dissipated, and the noodles gradually floated up.

After closing the cover, He Xu took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the designer's assistant.

Unlike in the past, this time the call was connected very quickly, so fast that it even gave some people the illusion of transnational borders.

"Hello, hello, I'm a reporter from Ruisi, whoever I am, I just told you for the last time..." There was obvious noise on the other end of the phone, as if there were many people active, "Hello? Hello, may I ask Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you, I remember you, whoever from Ruisi, I'm busy now, you can call tomorrow." The other end of the phone hung up first, and whoever looked at the lit phone screen was very helpless.

The instant noodles are almost ready, whoever removes the lid and mixes the noodles well.The smell of braised beef is overwhelming, but there is no beef in the noodles.

Whoever picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth, the heat of the food rekindled his will.

Before taking a few bites of the noodles, the phone rang again, and the caller ID was the designer assistant.He Xu quickly bit off the noodles and swallowed them, and connected the phone immediately.

"Hello, hello." He Xuren listened to the noise of people coming and going on the other end of the phone with some anxiety.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We're at the airport in City B and just returned to China." The assistant's voice softened significantly, and he looked like a different person from before.

"It's okay, you can be busy first." He Xu licked his lips, which still smelled of instant noodles.

"No, Ares agreed to be interviewed by your character." There seemed to be someone talking nearby on the assistant's side.

"Really? Thank you so much. You must be exhausted today. Can we make an appointment tomorrow to confirm the details?" He Huiren's broken nails pinched his wrists, leaving deep and shallow crescents .

I chatted with the other person again, who really hung up the phone, the whole person was as excited as winning a lottery, even eating the half-cold instant noodles became more delicious.

It hasn't snowed yet in City B this year, but the glass windows are rattling by the strong wind. The excitement in He Heren's eyes has faded as he chomps on instant noodles.

Business as usual, work and life is still breathing every second of the moment.