Mature Age + Spoiler

Yan Xin sighed: "Believe it or not is your business. I was moved, if it can be called first love. But I don't remember when it happened."

Yan Xin occasionally recalled the conversation that day. Yang Yang showed great enthusiasm for her first love. She also asked herself several times, how could she forget such an important thing, and when did that heart-wrenching feeling happen?

Until once again, she experienced that heartbeat.

Yang Yang was teaching Cong'an how to play the piano in a serious manner. After several years of piano learning, Yang Yang put everything aside. She only remembered playing two tigers. She pressed Cong'an's hand to play a monotonous and cheerful rhythm on the piano.

Yan Xin looked at this scene, and the thoughts in her mind were like fireworks.

It was when she was in junior high school, and her teacher was teaching her to play the piano.

Female teacher, wearing a white shirt, with a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, a round knot on her slender wrist, a short-sleeved shirt to her shirt, her white arms are pink, her chin is pointed, and her shirt The beautiful collarbone is exposed in the neckline...

Yan Xin realized that her memory was broken, she couldn't remember the name of that person, and she couldn't remember the appearance of that person, she only remembered these details, but the combination of details couldn't piece together a complete person.

When Yang Yang played the piano, Yan Xin couldn't move her eyes away, her heart was beating hot in her chest.

"Xin Xin, come and play with us." Yang Yang greeted her with a smile.

Cong An gave her the seat: "Mommy come together!"

Yan Xin raised her leg and walked to them. She put her hands on Cong'an's fingers and played a childish piece of music along with Cong'an. Yan Xin's hands were moving, but her eyes and heart were on Yang's. In Yang's body, just now, a feeling quietly revived in his heart.

2. Looking back in the evening---Li Xiyu

I knew from a young age that I wasn't the best one.

Since it's not the best, I don't think I'm entitled to ask for more.

My parents divorced when I was a child, and then I was taken away by my mother and left at my grandmother's house until I was taken to his house by my father when I was a teenager.

At that time, I was a complete stranger to my father.A teenage girl was reminded over and over again by her grandmother to be obedient and to be safe. Those words were like a mantra deeply imprinted into my heart.I have never remembered my identity. Although this family has reserved a place for me, I am not a part of this family.I just want to shrink myself as small as a dust so that I won't be seen.A lot of times I think how good it would be if I was really just dust.

When I was in school, I didn’t have particularly good grades. After finishing my studies in a mediocre way, I found that I had nowhere to go after leaving school. It was like walking into a desert alone. At first glance, it was an endless desert. There are roads, but no road belongs to me.

My bewilderment can be imagined.

After graduation, my sister entered the department arranged by my father with excellent grades. She is suitable for this job. At the same time, she is full of ambitions in her career. Compared with her, I feel ashamed.

Dad gave me a place to house me, which seemed to me to be a low-cost generosity, and he found someone he knew and asked her to make a place for me.

I remember that day I was called by my father to his company, and there were other people in his office besides him.That was the first time I met Qiao Xin, and the impression she gave me was indelible.

When we met, her smile relieved my nervousness. She gave people the impression that she is strong, the kind that does not allow others to make mistakes, let alone say no, but she is also gentle.

Dad said to himself, he is used to my silence and making decisions for me, so he also made decisions for me in front of her.

casual.This is a word that appears repeatedly in my father's words, just arrange a place for me, find something to do...

My heart is angry, what will she think of me, does she think that I am really such a useless person?Dad was still talking, and for the first time I wanted to tell him to stop talking.

I dare not look into her eyes, for fear that I will see her disdainful eyes.

But she spoke for me gently, asked my opinion, and asked me to be my own judge.

But I gave up my rights and interests at that moment. I couldn't be my own master, so I could only obey.

A seed was planted in my heart, and I began to mind, how did she see me, what did I look like in her eyes?

She arranged me to work under Manager Yang.That's a job that trains people.Before going to work, she came to me and told me about Manager Yang's character, and let me know that the boss I was going to face was a strict and resolute person.

She lifted my head and made me stand upright involuntarily in front of her.Her palm was so warm, there was a burst of heat from where she touched it.

"Don't bow your head and back, always keep your head up and chest up, so that people can see your eyes. Eyes are a person's business card, you have to face each other squarely."

When I stood up straight I saw her smile, she is a beautiful woman, but beauty is not all about her.

"That's right," she said.

It was only after I went to work that I deeply understood what kind of woman my boss, Manager Yang, is. She is a typical urban woman, living a chic and unrestrained life, and she is full of control desires at work, just like Margaret? Mrs. Chell, I silently call her Mrs. Iron Fist.