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sarcophagus: sarcophagus, plural: sarcophagi.It is indeed a word that is not commonly used, and I don’t know why I remember hhh

On Thursday, a spring rain fell silently in the city of Lujiang.

The rain wasn't heavy, just wisps and strands, fine and dense, like the tip of a needle like a cow's hair, blown by the wind, weaving a mist obliquely.

Ning Zhi walked into the curatorial department of Qingnan Art Center, put away his umbrella, greeted his colleagues, and sat down at his desk.

Because of the weather, everyone seemed a little listless, only Wen Mengchu jumped over briskly, and called "Senior Brother" sweetly, full of energy: "I'm here to report!"

The photography exhibition in Ningzhi's hands needs to be held in Cangshi, Lujiang, and Yuzhou according to the requirements of investors. Zhu Weiyun is worried that the workload is too large and Ningzhi can't be busy, so Wen Mengchu and Qiao Yan The two interns were sent to help him, and today was the first meeting of their small team.

Opportunities for independent curation are rare, and Zhu Weiyun casually assigned the work to Ning Zhi, and colleagues did not object.Firstly, Ning Zhi’s professional ability is excellent, and secondly, it’s just a small project, not as good as the previous Dadaism exhibition. In addition, Ning Zhi’s background is placed there. Zhu Weiyun was taken care of by Ning Ranzhang when she was young. It is human nature to reciprocate.

They were having a meeting, and other colleagues occasionally interrupted and raised some thoughts and suggestions, and Ning Zhi humbly took them all down.Tao Shan typed on the keyboard for a while, searched for the photographer's resume, faced the photo that popped up, said "wow" exaggeratedly, covered her heart and said, "This is too handsome!"

Wen Sizuo, who was sitting next to her, poked his head over and prepared to taunt habitually, but was shocked by the beauty on the screen. After a few seconds, he commented reluctantly: "It's okay." Then he said, "A man playing What kind of earrings, you look like a monster."

Ning Zhi smiled. He looked up the information as soon as he received the project. Naturally, he knew that the photographer named Jian Qingli was outstanding. Everyone was amazed, but he was quite calm.

Across several computers, Tao Shan gestured to Ning Zhi: "Call me when he comes to the company! I want to see a real person!"

"Okay," Ning Zhi said, "then help me contact the gallery."

Tao Shan said with a sullen face, "Forget it, I still have work to do."

After the laughter, everyone went to work one after another.Ning Zhi opened the document, carefully improved the draft of the project plan, and prepared to hand it over to Jian Qingli for review within two days.After the date, theme, and works of the exhibition are determined, contact galleries and private art institutions.

They have a few galleries under the Qingnan Group, but the venues are all in the suburbs, and the schedule is half a year later, which conflicts with the client's request, so they can only rent a place temporarily.At present, Ning Zhi has locked down a few houses in the city, and told Qiao Yan and Wen Mengchu to go to the field for inspection in two days.

When the lunch break was approaching, several colleagues tried to order takeaway and asked Ning Zhi if he wanted to bring one.

"I'll go eat outside..." Ning Zhi shook his shoulders and got up from the computer. His desk was facing a window. At this moment, there were streaks of water dripping on the glass. He sat back and muttered : "Is it still raining?"

"The weather forecast says it's going to be late at night," Tao Shan said while choosing a restaurant on Meituan, "Would you like to order?"

"Bring me a quick snack."

The rain never stops, Ning Zhi usually has the habit of going for a walk in the company's yard, and today he is too lazy to move. He is nestled in a chair and playing games, and at the same time he does not forget to prick up an ear to listen to everyone's gossip about Qiao Yan and Wen Mengchu's "date".

"Little Qiao, where did Mengchu invite us to have dinner at the end?" Wen Sizuo was teasing.

Qiao Yan said shyly, "That tea restaurant on Wangxi Road."

There was a burst of booing and booing immediately, and Tao Shan said, "Bleeding!"

Wen Mengchu tugged at the ends of her hair, her smiling eyes slightly curved, but her mouth was unrelenting: "What, the cheapest set meal!"

She just turned full, and her feelings are as pure as ice and snow. If she likes it, she likes it, and she never hides it.It's a pity that Qiao Yan is a piece of wood, everyone is making fun of them, but he doesn't understand, Wen Mengchu is a bit love-hate, and sometimes he can't help but make things difficult for him.

Qiao Yan blushed as expected, and explained in a low voice that he didn't have much salary, and he would invite Wen Mengchu after the salary was paid next month.Wen Mengchu curled her lips, money is a trivial matter to her: "Forget it, I will treat you next time!"

Everyone laughed again, Ning Zhi took a glance and saw Qiao Yan lowered his head sadly, repeatedly digging a black leather notebook on the table with his fingers, and made a relief: "It's all about what is cheap or expensive. When I was in junior high school , There is also a girl who folded a jar of stars for me, which moved me to the bottom of my heart."

"real or fake?"

He immediately became the focus of everyone's attention, Wen Sizhao winked: "Have you agreed?"

"Almost," Ning Zhi sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that I like men."

"Cut—" Everyone booed him once, probably because they didn't believe the story.Just as they were making noise, the delivery boy arrived, Tao Shan quickly shared the meal, and the colleagues plugged in their earphones and went to watch the news or TV dramas.

Before Ning Zhi was single-minded and dual-purpose, the game character had already been killed, so he withdrew, unpacked the box and prepared to eat, and accidentally saw a crabapple tree outside the window, more than three meters high, the branches stretched randomly, the flowers bloomed It is dense and numerous, trembling slightly in the drizzle, like a pink cloud, very beautiful.

He opened the window, picked up his phone and took a picture, without repairing it, he posted it on Weibo casually.A few minutes later, Weibo received more than a dozen comments, but because the reminder was turned off, only a small red dot was displayed on the like.

Ning Zhi was chewing on the hard-flavored braised eggplant that was not filled with enough oil in the fast food, and poked the screen with his finger. He wanted to reply to the comment, but he clicked like it.

The list expanded, and the avatars of the most liked users were three little meerkats, cute and funny. Ning Zhi swallowed the eggplant and smiled, and then saw the other party's name: sarcophaggi.

This is a very uncommon word, but coincidentally, Ning Zhi knows its meaning.Two years ago, when he was still writing official account articles, he had a loyal reader named sarcophagi.Perhaps it is not accurate to use loyal readers to summarize, because Sarcophagi never commented, but every article will be rewarded, as if he has nothing to say to Ning Zhi, but wants him to pay attention to himself.

After the official account stopped updating, this precious reader disappeared, and today, two years later, he reappeared so suddenly.Ning Zhi looked at the line of letters, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness at the reunion of old friends, even though they had never met or knew each other.

He entered the other party's homepage with the intention of snooping, only to find that Sarcophagi was very inactive, and only occasionally posted some pictures of the city's scenery, including snowy roofs, neon signs in the fog, and silhouettes of mountain peaks at night.While flipping through the feed, news of Jiang Chan came in, Ning Zhi quickly clicked on it, and then quit Weibo.

What Jiang Chan sent was a WeChat business card, which was the psychiatrist he had contacted before.Ning Zhi thanked him gratefully, Jiang Chan replied that he was not polite, and his tone was very calm.

Ning Zhi continued to eat, gave up the bland eggplant, and picked at the fish-flavored shredded pork. The phone screen dimmed slightly. He touched it to prevent the screen from being locked, but no new message popped up on the brightened interface.

Ning Zhi squinted for a while, picked up the phone and typed: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Chan said, "Eat."

"takeout?"

"Ah."

"Me too." Ning Zhi took a photo of fast food and sent it.

It might be because of the meeting with sarcophagi just now, Ning Zhi was in a good mood, talking nonsense happily.

Jiang Chan soon sent a photo of lunch, and Ning Zhi zoomed in on it, and suddenly felt unbalanced.It's also a takeaway, but Jiang Chan's dishes are so exquisite, with a lot of cups, plates and dishes, like an emperor's meal.

"It's really good to eat," he said sourly, "I'm not afraid of gaining weight."

Jiang Chan felt wronged, the assistant ordered the lunch, and it wasn't that he wanted to show off on purpose.When he explained the reason, Ning Zhi became even more indignant: "There are still assistants available, you evil capitalist!"

Jiang Chan was helpless: "Don't you have it too?"

He was referring to the two interns that Zhu Weiyun sent to Ning Zhi, whom Ning Zhi casually mentioned during the chat a few days ago.

"That's the daughter and future son-in-law of the chairman of the group, okay, I dare not order it!"

"It's so pitiful." Jiang Chan unconsciously smiled at the phone, "I treat you to eat."

Ning Zhi cooperatively sent an emoji of "Aww", saying "I'm eating", and then typed: "Thank you boss".

After sending, he turned his phone upside down on the table and took a sip of his drink.

The ears were still very hot, and the iced black tea didn't have a cooling effect.Ning Zhi thought about it a little bit shyly. It is said that falling in love makes people lose their intelligence. How can chatting with friends with benefits have similar symptoms?This is not normal.

It rained all day.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, the colleagues became absent-minded, and there were more voices of gossip among each other. Some people went to the window to check the rain, those without umbrellas complained about how they would go home later, and those with families wanted to sneak away to pick up their children early.Tao Shan lay on the desk, lamenting weakly: "I'm hungry..."

Hot tea and pastries are delivered at this time.The delivery man is a young and handsome guy, not like a professional delivery man. He wears a white shirt and a gray vest. He politely asks, "Where are the colleagues from the curatorial group sitting?" , fruit tea, coffee and desserts were taken out.

"Wow, who ordered it for us?" Everyone was excited, Tao Shan looked towards Zhu Weiyun's office, "Sister Zhu? She's not at the company today."

The delivery man smiled and said, "It's Mr. Ning Zhi."

"I..." Ning Zhi was in a daze. Before he could figure out the situation, everyone's exclamations and thanks poured in. He didn't know what to do, so he had to fool around with a smirk.

Lively, hot drinks and snacks were finished, Ning Zhi hid in the tea room with a milk coffee straw in his mouth, and sent a message to Jiang Chan: "You ordered afternoon tea?"

"Yeah." Jiang Chan returned quickly, probably also fishing for fish: "Aren't you full at noon?"

Ning Zhi's breathing stagnated slightly, both anxious and joyful, this kind of complicated mood was like picking up a rare treasure by accident, it was tricky to deal with, but the feeling of owning it was so good.

He thought for a long time, and replied with two words: "Thank you."

After a whole day of rain, Lujiang finally cleared up.

Although the weather on Friday was not sunny, it was also warm and gentle. The crabapple trees in Qingnan Art Center lost some flowers and grew some green leaves.Ning Zhi finished writing the project proposal in one go, and Zhu Weiyun sent it to Jian Qingli after reading it.Then he contacted Dr. Hu introduced by Jiang Chan, and confirmed the time for him to come to his home for treatment.On his way home from get off work, he deliberately took a detour and bought a roasted sweet potato in a side street.Grandma said when she was still there that his mother liked to eat this, but now that Zheng Qiudai was sick and refused to go to the hospital, Ning Zhi tried his best to make her happy.

Pushing open the door, the living room was dim, the crystal chandelier was not turned on, only a narrow strip of light was on, Zheng Qiudai leaned on the sofa and fell into a rare, short sleep.Ning Zhi kept his hands and feet as light as possible, and carefully covered her with a blanket, but Zheng Qiudai woke up immediately, sat up rubbing his dry eyes, and asked him if he had eaten.

The mother and son divided the roasted sweet potatoes. Zheng Qiudai ate very slowly, broke the sweet potatoes into strands, and sipped them in his mouth like eating sugar. There was a slight smile in Ning Zhi's eyes.

Since the dispute over whether to go to the hospital or not, the atmosphere between them has always been a little stiff. Fortunately, a baked sweet potato is enough to resolve it.

Seeing Zheng Qiudai drink a spoonful of porridge more than a few days ago, Ning Zhi's confidence soared, and his nerves, which had been tense for several days, also relaxed.In the evening, he took a hot bath, exchanged words with Jiang Chan, and fell asleep full of expectations—in the dream, his mother played the violin radiantly, and his father looked at the unfinished work in front of the canvas. Standing right in front of him, looking up and smiling at him, and him, sitting on a roller coaster, swooping down like an arrow leaving the string.

Ning Zhi was dreaming of the kind of dream that only a child would have to go to the playground, and he had no idea what news he would see when he opened his eyes.