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Beijing. Huang Jing returned to her hut a little tired. Today, a bunch of people came to give gifts. She was a little disgusted because she had come into contact with a lot of all kinds of people at work, but she still had to deal with these people when she went home. She was really disgusted. It's a little unbearable.

I still remember that when I just graduated from Qingbei, I was admitted as a civil servant in a certain ministry. Although the authority was not high, it was very professional, and the salary was one of the few among civil servants. At that time, she was so high-spirited, even though she was less powerful than He is not one of the most influential figures in northern Qing Dynasty, but he can still be considered a winner in life.

But as time went by, she was gradually promoted and paid more, and she changed from a struggling graduate to the leader of the department. She became more and more unhappy. There were a lot of people fighting each other in the work place, and at home there were also conflicts. There is a group of people who always don’t know where to find information and want to use the back door.

Huang Jing sent the last person away and lay down on her single sofa in a daze. She thought about her time in college, her boyfriend's vows when she graduated, and her boyfriend's apology in the end telling her that he needed a Beijing hukou. And when I broke up with myself, I thought about myself still living in such a small house in my thirties, thinking about myself slowly turning into an older leftover girl, but I really couldn't give up this job.

Huang Jing wanted to cry, but she had no tears anymore. She didn't know whether it started when she was ostracized by people at work or when she broke up with her boyfriend. She couldn't cry anymore because she couldn't solve any problems. She might as well spend more time during this time. Work overtime or watch a movie.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door, Huang Jing frowned slightly, she finally dismissed those people, are they still coming? Huang Jing rarely feels her anger rising. Is it easy for her to compromise every day? Why are there always people who are ignorant? She is a middle-level cadre. Although she is in charge of very important things, she can't interfere in most things.

"What are you doing? I can't do it. Why don't you go to our director if you have something to do? What's the point of bullying a woman like me? Do I still need my job if I work for you?" Huang Jing opened the door and spat at the person opposite. , she was really angry today, and even her pretty face was a little distorted.

"Well," a shy-sounding male voice said, "I'm just a new neighbor. I want to get to know you. My name is Huang Jinglin."

Huang Jing froze for a moment. The man in front of her didn't look very big. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a boy. He looked very sunny. When he showed an apologetic and shy smile, his two pointed tiger teeth were very cute. Huang Jing shook her head, feeling a little confused. Why did words like cute pop up in her mind? Is this insulated from an old aunt in her thirties?

"Oh." Huang Jing replied casually, very coldly. She is no longer a girl in her twenties. This kind of sunny man is very good, but he is not her type. She just wants to find someone who is about the same age and can take care of herself. Yes, it would be nice to be able to prevent myself from being so tired. As for the little milk dog or wolf dog, I can only look at the pictures online.

Huang Jinglin was not frightened by Huang Jing's coldness, but still said with a warm smile: "What's your name, sister? Isn't sister happy? Is there anything you can tell me?"

Huang Jinglin's enthusiasm didn't make Huang Jing feel anything. She snorted, "Boring!" and prepared to close the door after saying that.

A strong force resisted the door. Huang Jinglin put his slender hands on the edge of the door and said condescendingly to Huang Jing: "Sister, I really want to make friends. I believe you will change your mind after you get to know me."

Huang Jinglin is nearly 20 centimeters taller than Huang Jing, so when Huang Jing raised her head, her gaze collided with Huang Jinglin's lowered head. She looked at the childish but angular face, and the boy's black and white face. In his eyes, he suddenly thought of that unfaithful person. He used to look at her like this, with such clear eyes.

A kind of deep sadness appeared in Huang Jing's heart. She didn't know how long it had been since she felt so wronged. Maybe it was a year, maybe three or five years. The long silence made her forget her deep pain and made her forget I realized that I was once such a beautiful young man.

Huang Jinglin looked at the woman in front of him who looked just a few years older than him. Seeing that the originally lazy look suddenly became so depressed, he suddenly felt at a loss. He said in a weak voice: "Yes... I'm sorry. I really didn’t mean it, I just wanted to get to know each other..."

Huang Jing didn't listen to the rest of Huang Jinglin's words. Her vision was blurred by her own tears. From sobbing quietly at the beginning to wailing later, she didn't know why she felt so wronged today. All the tears I had shed for several years were vented in one day.

That night. Looking at Huang Jing who was sitting on the sofa with a lost look on his face, Huang Jinglin felt that he had made a huge mistake in taking on this task. The collapse of an adult was just a matter of seconds. He watched Huang Jing cry at the door almost once. When he was young, he knew that the uncle upstairs couldn't bear it anymore and yelled, so Huang Jinglin hugged Huang Jing in.

The two of them had been silent here for almost an hour. Huang Jing just looked out the window absentmindedly. Her whole face was covered with makeup. Under the dim light, it was creepy. Huang Jinglin thought of the one who looked pretty good before. The exquisite woman can't help but sigh that the four major evil arts in Asia are well-deserved.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to cook you something to eat." Huang Jinglin finally spoke first. The act of crying actually consumes a lot of energy, and Huang Jing obviously didn't eat dinner. Of course, this is also because Huang Jinglin is here. A person has an emotional breakdown. If no one cares about it, he may find it boring after a while, but once someone is listening and watching, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels like crying.

"Woo~~" A stomach growl mixed with crying reminded me that although Huang Jing was already over thirty years old, she still felt inexplicably embarrassed at this moment: "I just didn't finish my meal."

Huang Jinglin looked at the woman who looked like a little cat in front of him. He didn't mean to laugh at her. He just asked, "Where is your kitchen?" Looking at the boy in front of him, Huang Jing thought of the person he used to be. He was once so gentle. I asked myself where the kitchen was and then cooked for myself when I came back from working overtime late at night.

Huang Jing began to be in a daze again, and it was not until Huang Jinglin brought out a bowl of steaming noodles that she finally came back to her senses. Oh my gosh! What was she doing? A man blocking her room stayed with her all night and even entered her kitchen. Not to mention that when she was crying, all her ugly looks were seen by this man. How could she see this? people.

"Here, wipe your face." The boy gently handed over a towel, but Huang Jing didn't take it. Instead, he took out the makeup remover towel from the bag and did it for a while. Huang Jinglin was stunned to see that Huang Jing's face actually had such a look. Lots of stuff.

After taking off her makeup, Huang Jing looked older than Huang Jinglin had seen before. Some faint fine lines and eye wrinkles were revealed. Her originally bright red lips also looked a little pale, and she looked like she was crying. The two peach eyes look extremely ordinary.

Huang Jinglin found a seat and sat down. He looked at Huang Jing, who looked seven or eight years older than him, thoughtfully, and at the same time sent a message to a certain mobile phone with one hand.

Of course Huang Jing didn't see Huang Jinglin's little moves. She felt uneasy as she finished eating the noodles Huang Jinglin cooked for her and stared at Huang Jinglin blankly. Huang Jinglin was a little frightened by Huang Jing's stare, "Sister, look, I've already cooked noodles for you, so adding Feixun is not too much."

Looking at the overly young boy in front of her, Huang Jing said in a cold tone: "It's too young, you can leave!"

Seeing that Huang Jing issued an eviction order, Huang Jinglin was not annoyed. He took out a piece of paper and wrote down a number: "This is my number. Add me on WeChat! Also, I live across the street. We can help each other if we have difficulties." Well!" Huang Jinglin retreated and returned to his own room. Huang Jing took a look when Huang Jinglin wasn't paying attention and found out that he really lived across the street.