midsummer restlessness

The line for the security check was not long, and the speed of progress was very fast. When it was Xia An's turn, she lifted the box onto the conveyor belt effortlessly, and while standing on the security check platform, the staff casually held the detector in front of her. A few strokes on her body allowed her to pass through the security gate.

Behind the big glass door, he saw her dragging her luggage and waving to him, she smiled silly, and the warm eyes seemed to be shining through the sun.

He also wanted to wave to her, but the moment his arm was lifted up, his nose was sore, tears welled up unexpectedly, he turned around in embarrassment, and strode away.

He didn't know when Xia An left. When he stabilized his mood and turned back, the girl's frail figure had long since disappeared behind the security gate.

Wang Junkai's heart suddenly felt empty, as if something was missing from his hand, no matter how hard he clenched it, he couldn't hold it.

He once saw this sentence in a book:

The kite is never very far from the flyer, because the kite line is connected between them.

The moment you stay away is when the kite line breaks.

And at that moment, he vaguely felt that the seemingly invisible kite line between them was broken.

Every boy's life misses a girl who taught them how to grow.

The prehistoric years have passed away, and we suddenly look back in the confusion, only to find that we still miss it.

I miss the inadvertent hooking hands in the past, her faint smile, and the way I saw her for the first time on that sunny afternoon. She covered the dazzling sun with her hands, and the flowers behind her were blooming one after another.

However, they passed.

Those crazy things that have never happened before, those mistakes that have never been made, there is no chance to do it again.

Time, suitable shades.

People's hearts are at peace near and far.

While you are growing up, someone is doomed to leave you.

After a long, long time, Wang Junkai realized that some losses are really just a momentary thing, and some farewells are really waving for a lifetime.

The sun was shining warmly on the one-way road in the community, and the green-skinned cherry blossom petals fell all the way at the end of April.

Wang Junkai just came back from a morning run, sweating profusely. As he approached the apartment, he slowed down, breathing rhythmically, and wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel.

In the quiet morning in the suburbs, even the sound of cars is rarely heard. Only the rich Irish folk songs in the earphones linger gently and clearly in the ear, accompanied by the soothing melody of the piano, which seems to dissolve in the sunshine.

Wang Junkai walked along with the drum beat in the melody, until he stopped in front of the blue mailbox at the door of the apartment.

The wooden mailbox is painted in a bright color similar to the clear sky, and it was just installed in October last year.

Opening the mailbox, ignoring the colorful shopping leaflets and credit card mail order catalogs, Wang Junkai saw the white envelope with the address in English and the delicate handwriting—her handwriting.

The slender fingers opened the envelope neatly, and there was only one photo in the brown paper bag.

The blurred color scale in the photo, a pale sky stubbornly conflicts with the warm and clear sky in Chongqing in March. The corner of the camera cuts through the Eiffel Tower, and the English word—Pairs is marked on the lower right.

This is the first letter, Wang Junkai can't remember clearly.

Since the farewell at the airport, Xia An seems to have really traveled around the world with the magazine's public funds as she said.

It's just that she didn't say that she would send him a letter on time every month.

There was a thin stack of photos similar to this in the drawer at home, and Wang Junkai accurately remembered that there were five in total, and this was the sixth.

Every photo records her footsteps around the world, and she uses the lens to freeze every city and every scenery as she likes.

On the benches under the Tower of London, old people leaning on each other, with gray hair and kind smiles;

In Piazza San Carlo in Turin, Italy, teenagers kiss white pigeons on their fingertips, which is the only freshness among the Baroque buildings;

The central square of the Indian border city is like a huge patio, the sun shines on the white sculpture, and even the breathing slows down unconsciously, and I can't help but feel at ease;

The waves gently lick the west coast, and the Andaman sea in Langkawi is a clear blue;

The large and small stilt houses on Santorini are decorated with brightly colored clothes, warm and romantic;

And the postcard every other month will inform the location of the next travel destination in a tacit understanding.

The drumbeat of the soundtrack in the earphones is steady and orderly, as if turning over time with one hand, using a long lens to export a scene full of dust in his mind.

Wang Junkai sighed and interrupted the memories he didn't want to remember. He put away the envelope and walked home.

If the story ends abruptly like this, maybe there will be a promising ending.

The wandering traveler will be tired one day, and he will return to the boy who is full of vagrants before his 30th birthday and says he has never forgotten.

However I mean, if.

It should have been a happy ending, ignoring everything that happened in the next few months.

Just like the life of most of us, it often ends in an unexpected and unexpected place.

I saw Gu Liyin again three months after she left the apartment, on December 12, the day before New Year's Day.

Since the last bad talk, she disappeared for 'a period of time' as agreed, throwing Wang Junkai a tricky mess.

The personnel department that has always been in charge of her has no leader, and the employees under the leadership vacancy are naturally slack, and the work efficiency has been sluggish for several months. Just when Wang Junkai was having a headache, a self-recommendation letter was placed on his desk, signed by him again The three words that are not familiar with - An Hongdou.

Although she has only been in the HR department for a few months, the project of visiting the water city of Venice has been completed very well. The customer is satisfied. The company has high expectations for her. There are no major loopholes in the business assessment and bonus distribution at the end of the month, and she is very experienced in handling several capital turnovers. Well, for a newcomer, such a result undoubtedly proves that she is superior to others, and it is also a matter of course to seal the mouths of those private discussions and unreasonable doubts.

It's not that Wang Junkai has never considered letting her take over Gu Liyin's position, but he has not mentioned it to her due to some reasons that are difficult to speak. However, the current situation is imminent, and the low efficiency of the personnel department has caused internal conflicts in the company Increasingly sharp, pushing An Hongdou up is undoubtedly the most effective way.

Of course, there is Wang Junkai's selfishness in it too. Gu Liyin has always been in charge of the personnel department, and he has never intervened. Almost everyone, including Ammi, tends to her side. An Hongdou has become the most important one in the personnel department Card.

After pretending to think about it for a few days, at the year-end summary meeting, he pushed An Hongdou out, and was promoted directly from a newcomer to a minister. There was a lot of discussion, Wang Junkai coughed, Ammi signaled to be quiet, and read out the board vote results, 4/ 7 chance of passing.

The meeting room was completely silent, Ammi took a look at Wang Junkai's face, and clapped her hands first. There were several sudden applause, followed by overwhelming applause, sweeping the huge meeting room.

"Thanks to all the colleagues in the department for their hard work, and also to other departments for their full assistance. In 2014, I will continue to lead the HR Department to do things in a down-to-earth manner, build an elite team, achieve performance breakthroughs, and contribute to the company's vigorous development. Add bricks and tiles, please witness together. Thank you everyone!"

An Hongdou got up in time, delivered a speech, and smiled knowingly at Wang Junkai in front of him.

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