Meet the Brand Officer

Song Ziyuan had a faint smile on his face, but the inadvertent loneliness in his eyes immediately hit Lin Xiyou's eyes.

"I'm sorry." She was also a little panicked, and squeezed the corners of her clothes with both hands in a daze.

"I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense just now, I wanted to say..." Seeing that he was silent, she blamed herself and didn't know how to comfort him for a while.
"Don't be nervous, I'm fine." Song Ziyuan smiled reassuringly.

"My mother was very good to me. She gave me everything. I had a very happy childhood."

"It's just that I suddenly miss her too."

He lowered his eyes, covering his reddened eyes.

Lin Xiyou empathizes with her, misses her loved ones, but is separated forever.
"Where there is love, there is home. She is always in your heart, so no matter where you are, you are still a child with a family." Lin Xiyou said slowly.

"I'm still a child with a family." Song Ziyuan muttered to himself.

"Yes, and your home gives people a very warm feeling. It can be seen that you are a person who faces the sun and has a warm heart."

"Really?" Song Ziyuan curled his lips, revealing dimples filled with warmth.

"Of course." Lin Xiyou smiled and pinched the corner of his clothes, tugged it lightly, then let go of her fingers and pointed to the room, "I repainted and repaired it a while ago, why don't you come to my house to experience it?"

He followed into the house, and when he looked around, he paused, "You did all of this."

"Yeah." Lin Xiyou took him on a tour, and explained blushingly: "I saw the color matching of your home last time and found it very comfortable, so I borrowed a little bit from it, but I used relatively simple materials, and the color pattern of the floor paper It's similar to your solid wood floor, but the feeling of stepping on it is still much worse. When I work hard to make a lot of money in the future, I will decorate my own house well..."

Song Ziyuan looked at her with complicated eyes, "Why don't you ask me for help, it's hard work to carry everything by yourself."

There was a deep heartache hidden in the pun, but she didn't notice it.

"Uh, I didn't expect that." Lin Xiyou shook her head with a smile, "I didn't find it hard. When I was dressing up in the past few days, I was full of longing, but after finishing the repairs, I was full of joy when I saw the brand new home."

As she spoke, she took a few steps forward, opened the balcony door, turned around and waved, "Welcome to my back garden."

"Whenever I come home from get off work and I'm too tired to move, I just lie on this old rattan chair and sit quietly for a while, as if I've found a paradise in a busy city."

Lin Xiyou narrated, trying her best to take care of the unusually quiet Song Ziyuan.

"Come on, I'll lend you the throne." She smiled and pulled his sleeves, motioning for him to sit down, went back to the room and took out an old wooden stool, then turned back and brought out a glass teapot, and made bright scented tea.

"It's so grand." Song Ziyuan was so flattered that he couldn't bear to put away his depression.

"My dad taught me that serving a cup of hot tea is the most basic way of hospitality." Lin Xiyou sat down and poured the tea.

The two drank comfortably, sat and watched the clouds and clouds, and chatted about interesting things when they were young. The wind is soft, the heart is clear, and the smile is strong.

"The relationship between your family is really good." Song Ziyuan revealed envy, and confessed frankly: "Since my mother left, I have never had a good conversation with my father, let alone eating at the same table."

"Father and son don't have an overnight feud. Maybe if you talk about it, your knot will be solved naturally. Don't regret it while you still have the chance." Lin Xiyou paused and lowered her eyes, "Unlike me, I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about." Dad said, but there's no chance."

In the deep thoughts, there is a touch of sadness.

Song Ziyuan felt pain in his heart, and comforted her instead: "As you said, as long as he lives in your heart, he will definitely hear what you say."

"Yeah." Lin Xiyou chuckled, "Okay, we who comfort each other are almost ready to make silky chicken soup. I'll teach you a magic trick to dispel your emotions."

"Ok?"

"Find something to do to keep yourself busy." She smiled slyly.

He looked at the agility in her eyes, and gave a quotation: "For example."

"I happen to have a simple clothes hanger to build, and two broken pieces of furniture to repair. Please experience the joy of labor for free."

"I suspect that you are acting for your own benefit." Song Ziyuan couldn't help laughing, with a doting tenderness hidden in his tone, "Come on, let's start work."

"It's a combination of public and private interests." Lin Xiyou corrected solemnly, and laughed loudly: "It's just that you can experience the power tools of Quanqiang. If you have any ideas or trial feelings, remember to tell me."

"I seem to have fallen into a routine?"

Song Ziyuan asked with a smile, his heart was full of joy, seeing her laughing freely and freely, as happy as a soaring eagle, chirping about assigning tasks.

I don't know when, in front of him, she was no longer so polite and prudish, she put away the spikes of defense, and was able to get along with each other relaxedly like a friend.

As they build hangers and repair furniture, they discuss the emotional connection between the all-powerful brand and the home.

Originally, when their project team discussed the Quanqiang brand slogan from other aspects during meetings, most of them elaborated from the aspects of professionalism, quality assurance, and responsibility. Selected" and other slogans.

But for the sake of self-training, she tried to develop as many ideas as possible, and often took them out to ponder, looking for different entry points.

Like today, she was inspired to connect with the details of life around household electric tools and find a resonance point.

The sparks of inspiration collided with each other during the discussions. Lin Xiyou threw out brand slogans one after another, allowing Song Ziyuan to give a real judgment from the perspective of consumers.

"All-powerful electric tools, your senior repairman?"

"It doesn't sound very advanced."

"Technology changes the way of home repair?"

"Too general."

"Aren't you afraid that Erha will demolish your house?"

"It's interesting, but not formal enough." Song Ziyuan commented one by one. Lin Xiyou became more and more frustrated, her thoughts were flying, and she spoke one after another.

"A repair expert by your side."

"Good tool, good assistant."

"Household tools, serve the home."

……

They discussed and eliminated, and Lin Xiyou recorded the ideas that felt good and organized them into a plan.

After tidying up everything, Lin Xiyou waved her hand proudly, "To show my sincerity, I will cook and treat you to a seafood feast!"

Song Ziyuan frowned, and sure enough, she took out two bags of seafood instant noodles.

Boil water, put in the pot, add eggs, and before cooking, the beef balls, ham sausage and lettuce are blanched, and chopped green onions are sprinkled.

The fragrant smell caught the nose, and Song Ziyuan leaned against the kitchen door, watching her flowing movements, feeling warm in his heart, vaguely saw the back of his mother cooking dried noodles when he was a child
Those memories about home that were buried in my heart also quietly revived.
It turns out that no one does not yearn for the warmth of home, and he is no exception.