The car blocked in front slowly moved, and Mi Cai didn't realize it. Her shoulders trembled slightly, while the car behind her had already urged her to whistle.

I finally patted Mi Cai on the shoulder and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mi Cai raised her head and wiped away her tears with her hands, but she didn't look at me. She said, "It's okay." Then she hung up the gear and started the car and drove forward with the flow of the car. The song "Proverbs of Love" finally ended, and the car gradually calmed down.

I didn't plan to let Mi Cai know that I was working at Poly, so I asked her to put me down on a platform. Before leaving, I asked her, "Hey, can you go and help me move tonight? It's convenient to use your car."

"If you don't work overtime today, you can." Mi Cai did not refuse.

I smiled and said, "Okay, please contact me by phone after get off work."

Mi Cai nodded, closed the window and started the car, and instantly disappeared from my sight along the vast traffic. But I stood there for a long time, remembering the way she was crying on the steering wheel just now because of a song, and felt confused and confused.

I didn't want to explore what the song "Proverbs of Love" reminded her, but it was sympathy after all, and this sympathy once again deepened my guilt.

...

When I arrived at the company, Fang Yuan summoned the members of our planning copywriting team to have a "brain storm".

During the meeting, everyone changed from expressing their opinions to verbal confrontation, causing a burst of storm, but I kept sitting in the corner with absent-mindedness without saying a word. This silence continued until the end of the meeting.

After the brainstorming, everyone dispersed with folders. I was still sitting there, but I had no idea where I was floating.

Fang Yuan took out a cigarette and shook it under my nose. I smelled the smell of tobacco and then came back to my senses and asked Fang Yuan dullly, "Is the storm over?"

"I just want to know where this storm has blown you?" Fang Yuan's tone was a little unhappy. He has always been meticulous at work.

I didn't say anything, so I took out the cigarette from Fang Yuan's fingers, then lit it, took a deep breath, but Fang Yuan pulled it back, and was extinguished and threw it into the trash can.

I frowned and said, "What the hell are you competing with me? I'm impatient!"

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what I was irritated. He dragged a chair to sit next to me. Before he could speak, his expression was already very well interpreting the bitter advice that would happen next.

"Are you still struggling with the matter between Zhuomi and Micai?"

"This is the thing that bothered me... I feel like a criminal who doesn't confess after committing a crime from yesterday to now. Do you understand this feeling? It's like a thorn in my throat!" I said one word more than another, venting the depression in my heart.

Fang Yuan sighed and said to me in a light tone: "Zhaoyang, I have already explained the benefits of the matter to you very clearly yesterday. No matter how guilty you feel in your heart, it is always a matter within Zhuomei. We must stay out of the matter."

I was silent again. It was useless for Fang Yuan to say too much about this matter. He could not look at it from my standpoint, but he was not wrong. Although Fang Yuan and I have been friends for nearly ten years, we are not the same type of people, so our lives are very different. At this time, I figured out why Fang Yuan and I graduated from the same university, but after graduation, they were living on different trajectories.

After a long time, I said to Fang Yuan, "I will understand this myself if I sit for a while."

Fang Yuan nodded and reminded: "I don't know what you think about this promotion plan. Let's talk about it separately later."

"Okay." I replied.

Fang Yuan took out another cigarette from the cigarette box and handed it to me and said, "Go to the smoking room to smoke, pay attention to the impact in the company."

I took the cigarette from Fang Yuan and looked at him a little numbly...

Fang Yuan patted my shoulder, then turned around and left, my fingers quickly turned the cigarette, but it became even more numb.

...

At noon, Fang Yuan and I had lunch in the company's restaurant. The two chose a relatively quiet corner and sat down. They did not directly talk about the promotion plan they were preparing.

Fang Yuan said to me: "Yan Yan has time tonight, so let her cook a few dishes and come to my house, so let's have a few drinks."

"Forget it today, I'm going to move tonight."

"Have you not settled the moving matter yet?" Fang Yuan asked in surprise.

"No, I just found a suitable house. I was busy some time ago!"

Fang Yuan nodded and said after a brief silence: "Zhaoyang, it's not that I said to you. You should start a family and start a career now. If you can be at peace, hurry up and calm down."

I asked Fang Yuan very seriously: "You said we have graduated for so many years. My classmates and friends should be stable, and I have to be stable, and I have to be healthy and want to stabilize. Why do I live like an illusion?"

Fang Yuan replied without thinking, "It's because you have lived too selfishly over the years, but your self is strongly idealistic. Zhaoyang, you should know that even if the castle piled with sand on the beach is exquisite, if a wave hits you, your castle will collapse immediately, and your pain and instability come from this!"

Fang Yuan's words made me confused. I knew that the waves he called were heavy reality, and my pain came from my unwillingness to accept reality, so I would fantasize about the city of the sky and the woman with long hair hanging down her shoulders waiting in the city.

Fang Yuan said to me again: "You really don't think about the battles between Zhuomei's senior management anymore. People always live in reality. Although there must be conscience, this matter has gone beyond the scope of simple conscience. If you measure this matter by conscience or human nature and finally tell Mi Cai, then reality will immediately slap you loudly. Zhaoyang, learn to respect reality, and never take risks!"

"Why are you talking about this again?" I said with some dissatisfaction with Fang Yuan.

After a brief silence, Fang Yuan sighed softly and said, "Because I know you, I am worried..."

I don't speak. Although Fang Yuan and I are not the same type of person, my brother for nearly ten years does know me better than many people. If I don't use human nature and conscience to measure this matter, how could I be so tormented?

Fang Yuan continued to say to me in silence: "If Chen Jingming took advantage of Zhuomei's internal strife to earn us two first-tier brands, with such great contributions, he would almost be promoted to the position of deputy general manager of the company. As his confidants, you and I have truly gained a foothold in this company, especially in Zhaoyang, which is a sublimation for your life, and your life will change qualitatively."

I lit a cigarette, took a heavy breath, raised my head and closed my eyes, and vomited all the smoke in my mouth as if I was venting. For the first time, I felt that my belief that I had been holding on to for decades was shaken. Maybe I should really respect reality. I have reached the age of starting a family and starting a business. Now I have finally seen the dawn of life. If my own hands are extinguished, my future life will struggle in the darkness and nowhere is sunny.

"Tell me about your thoughts on this promotion plan."

Fang Yuan's words temporarily pulled me out of the struggle quagmire. I finally nodded and prepared to talk to Fang Yuan about his ideas on this promotion plan.

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