Light Snow to Beginning of Spring GL

Song Li was still waiting in the lobby outside. Seeing her coming out in a hurry and checking out, he ran to him: "What's wrong?"

"I can't tell at the moment, please do me a favor, I'll have to pick up my parents from my sister, and you can send me off." He Xueyan said to him.

Song Li agreed hey, but he didn't see the other one and asked, "Where's Yan Fei?"

"I let her go back." He Xueyan couldn't care less.

Song Li hoped that there would be no one in the way, so he ran around for He Xueyan, but He Xueyan was anxious and didn't speak all the way, so he directed Song Li to drive to the rich area.

Her elder sister lives in a duplex villa, and the elevator directly enters the house on the second floor.He Xueyan rang the doorbell, entered the house, and shouted, "Mom, let's go."

The old lady raised her head with the book in her hand, and her husband was sitting next to him in a wheelchair. When he saw her coming, he smiled and nodded to follow her.

The servant came over and muttered English, and He Xueyan explained something to her. The servant looked embarrassed, but it was hard to stop him. He Xueyan asked her to pack up the old lady's things and help push the old man down.

The old lady was as frightened as a child, she grabbed He Xueyan's cuff all the way, and said repeatedly: "It's not that your sister's place is bad, it's because I'm not used to it."

"Let's go back, it's okay." He Xueyan regretted running away for a few days and hurting her parents, but her sister was fine.

"My son-in-law persuaded me every day, asking me to give him my paintings and calligraphy. He wanted to help me hold an exhibition. He also said that he would introduce some young people to be my apprentices, fearing that my school would be lost. He also said that foreigners also like it. My paintings can be bought in New York for millions of dollars, and he said that I should improve, and he is willing to be my agent." The old lady has retired for too long and is too old to worry about it.

"Don't listen to him. I'm here. I'll help you look at those calligraphy, paintings, antiques, and manuscripts. We'll keep them all. You can dispose of them as you like. Your good friend is here, and you can give him as many as you like." You see a poor man on the side of the road, you can write him as much paper as you want, it is a happy thing, no money is required." He Xueyan made it clear.

The old lady was wearing a hat and a scarf, with joy in her eyes, she nodded and smiled and said, "I say the same thing, they don't understand. I have a good chance in my life, the old gentlemen love to teach me, and I am also eager to learn. There are too many of my masters and I don’t want to establish a sect. They say that I am good at calligraphy, painting and poetry, and they are praised by others. I don’t care whether it is lost or not. That's it. This is my hobby." After a pause, "Xueyan, you are a real official, although your calligraphy and painting are not good... The main reason is that after your father fell ill that year, you didn't know why you didn't study hard all of a sudden. No more writing."

He Xueyan couldn't explain her frustration.

The nanny pushed her father, and she helped her mother to perfunctory: "If you want, I will practice with you tonight, isn't it just writing some characters? I can write after practicing, maybe better than you."

The old lady was aggrieved for two days, and she was so amused by her that she was so happy that she said to the old man next to her, "Chongqing, the second girl said that she wants to practice calligraphy. You don't need to say it's a pity."

The old man's mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and he didn't smile much, so he responded with a few whimpers.

"Your father is happy." The old lady smiled.

After a lot of coaxing and coaxing the two elders, Song Li's Kia SUV was waiting in front, and he called Mr. Xu, the old lady squinted her eyes and recognized it as an acquaintance, and said: "It's Xiao Song, I haven't seen you for several years .”

"Boss Xu took care of me back then, and Editor He also took care of me." Song Li nodded and smiled.

"I asked him for a favor." He Xueyan explained.

The whole family got into the car, and Song Li couldn't speak well, but fortunately, no one spoke to him.The old lady finished talking to He Xueyan, and now she lowered her head and flipped through the book in her hand.He Xueyan took care of her father from behind, and no one in the car spoke.

When they got home, the old man and the old lady were relieved.

He Xueyan asked Song Li to come in and sit down for a while, poured tea for him, waited for the old man to lie down for a while, and the old lady followed her into the study.

"Xueyan, you are working too hard, someone needs to help you." Song Li said, his heart ached, "No, let me come here."

"You don't want us to go to the point of breaking up the relationship, do you?" He Xueyan said stiffly.

Song Li stopped talking, stammering: "I don't want to..."

He Xueyan signaled to stop here, she washed her hands, got into the kitchen and cooked three dishes, and greeted the family for dinner.Song Li is about to ascend to heaven recently, and he really doesn't ask for anything with this kind of treatment, it's already quite good.

After dinner, Song Li helped clean up and wash the dishes, and left after finishing.

In the evening, the old lady practiced calligraphy, and He Xueyan really took up writing. She hadn't written in several years, and she was so unfamiliar, but it was still a child's skill, and she could write out the meaning.

After she finished writing a few pieces of paper, the old lady looked at it and said, "You are restless."

Her mother's face-to-face with Mr. Feng Shui is the same. He Xueyan didn't dare to write any more, and evaded: "I'm busy with work, so of course my heart is restless."

"At that time, you were busy with your third year of high school, and you were under a lot of pressure, but the words you wrote were as beautiful as the water waves drawn by egret silk." The old lady diagnosed.

He Xueyan put down the pen: "I'm tired, I won't write anymore, I have to go to bed first."

The old lady put down her pen as she practiced her handwriting: "I think Song Liren is also good, and treats you very well, but you are indifferent to him, and you don't like him. He is not good enough for you even if he is dumb. You have something different." something?"

This makes it impossible to practice calligraphy with the old lady, and He Xueyan is making herself guilty.You have merged into the spiritual world of this old lady. It's amazing. She is like a roundworm in your stomach. If you miss one stroke, she can deduce whether you are a five-element violation today.

"Mom, you still train yourself, I really dare not disturb you." He Xueyan was scared away.

"Xueyan, you ran away as soon as you said that." The old lady was disappointed.

It would be strange not to run.

After ten o'clock in the evening, when she had free time, she poured water to take the medicine, took a shower and lay down on the bed.

Eyes closed, eyes open, thinking about it is Yan Fei's face.He Xueyan felt very annoyed, but thinking of Yan Fei's willingness to get close to her for a while, he felt hot all over, liking her is better than not liking her, but liking her and not letting others go, what's the good.

He Xueyan suffers from studying too much, and his moral sense is not that weak.Encountering Yan Fei who lives so unscrupulously and wants to do whatever she wants, it stumps her, her mood is completely disturbed, her mind is overwhelmed, thinking about what to do about this matter, but what can she do?

Either ignore Yan Fei, I can't bear to void this.

Either follow Yan Fei's wishes and act as a mistress for the mistress.

Either let Yan Fei be single, and she will marry again.

After much deliberation, He Xueyan felt that the problem with this matter was not her, she behaved well, it was Yan Fei who came to provoke her, then it was useless for her to think about it, let Yan Fei think about it.

Thinking of this, He Xueyan forced herself to fall asleep.

The next morning, He Xueyan overslept, hurriedly answered a call from the editor-in-chief, first asked her how she was sick, and then asked if she could come to work, because she had a task for her.

He Xueyan had a headache and brain fever, saying that she was still sick and was in a bad health.

The editor-in-chief comforted first, then tested, and said, "No, you can come first, it's easy to discuss when you come."

Speaking of this, He Xueyan didn't dare to refute others' face anymore. She couldn't just rely on her mother being the former editor-in-chief to disobey discipline. She wasn't that arrogant.I had to get up and go to the unit.

I took the subway to work, walked into the corridor and found it was quiet inside, and then went up to the second floor, passing by the small meeting room and heard people's voices.

"We welcome Comrade Bai Chen, a writer living in France, to return to China." When the host proposed, the others stood up and clapped their hands with a smile.

He Xueyan was dizzy, couldn't see Bai Chen's appearance clearly from behind, and only heard a nice voice saying thank you to everyone, the editor in chief, the editor in charge, a group of people big and small, and also specially thanked Yan Fei, praising Yan Fei for being smart Spirituality is a rare good editor.

He Xueyan was eavesdropping and peeking outside. Inside the crack of the door, Song Li's eyes were particularly sharp, so he said, "Editor He is here."

A mouthful of blood spewed out.

Song Li was close to the door, and opened the door: "You are sick and still go to work, come in first."

"It's not good for you to have a meeting..." He Xueyan declined.

The editor-in-chief pushed up his glasses, and happily introduced to Bai Chen: "This is the elite of our publishing house, He Xueyan, editor He, I don't know if you've heard of her, but she has a lot of background... Today I came to work specially because of illness. It's up to you."

"I've heard of it, and I've seen it." Bai Linyu smiled, and said to He Xueyan calmly, "We are college classmates." After a pause, "Xueyan, I haven't seen you for a long time. I never thought I would meet you again." What a coincidence."

He has become thinner, taller, and his handsome face is slightly less handsome than before, but his bearing has come out again.

He Xueyan couldn't get angry in front of everyone, so she nodded and said, "Long time no see."

The smile on the face is awkward.

Fortunately, this is a reception meeting after all, the editor-in-chief said with a smile: "Oh, I'm not afraid of arriving early, I'm afraid of coming by coincidence. This is a great fate! It seems that Bai Chen, you are going to spend money with us in the end. This cooperation will definitely Wonderful!" After a pause, he was also very satisfied with Yan Fei: "Look, it's not that the whole family doesn't come into the house, it's even better that Bai Chen and us Xueyan are still college classmates, what a great fate."

The corner of Bai Linyu's mouth smiled, her smile was not as cute as Yan Fei's, but rather clear: "Editor-in-chief, you are too polite." After a pause: "I hope you can let Xueyan be my editor-in-charge."

"Oh, you're thinking about it with me! I ordered three days ago." The editor-in-chief rubbed his head and made a decision.

"It fits."

"It's always the fate of editor He."

"It's still a good story in the literary world to spread."

Others don't know what to think, they just chatter.

Because Bai Chen's matter had been upgraded, He Xueyan thought it was inappropriate, and if she tried to shirk it, it seemed like she was making an enemy of the whole publishing house. She shrank her neck and sat on the seat with her lips closed, so she had to acquiesce.

He Xueyan had no idea what was going on after the meeting.I just felt my stomach constricted, and I just wanted to vomit out. He Xueyan didn't care about anything else, so she coughed loudly in the venue, crawled beside her and retched, and all the water came out.

Yan Fei was frightened to death by her, he hurriedly helped her up and dragged her to the bathroom, and patted her on the back from behind: "It's really not possible, let's go back to the hospital for two days, let's ask for leave."

He Xueyan's face was pale, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "I also want to ask for leave."

Just as he was talking, someone walked in from the toilet door.Bai Linyu came to see her: "Xueyan, are you alright?"

"It's okay." He Xueyan accosted, and then looked at Yan Fei: "I'll go back to the office and sit for a while, the medicine is in my bag, please boil some water for me."

Yan Fei replied yes, and took her back to the office by the arm. He Xueyan sat on a chair and held her forehead with one hand.Looking up, Bai Linyu followed.

He Xueyan's eyes revealed unkindness towards her, and he didn't want to talk to her, but Bai Linyu's face was full of gentleness, and he handed a stack of manuscripts to He Xueyan: "This is the original manuscript, I wrote it all by hand and then typed it. Words. You keep it."

"I dare not ask for such a valuable thing." He Xueyan wanted to refuse.

Bai Linyu put it on her desk: "The editor-in-chief told you."

He Xueyan didn't want to quarrel, so she greeted Yan Fei: "Teacher Yan, please put it away, I have a headache and brain fever recently and can't read anything, I'm afraid it will delay things."

Yan Fei is a ghost, seeing her push and block people repeatedly, with He Xueyan's temper, seeing a good work, she can't wait to give others painstaking efforts, why would she want to push it away?Pushing it out, one is a bad manuscript, and the other is a bad person.

According to her contact with Bai Chen, the book is an excellent book, and he is also a good person with good manners.

Yan Fei felt something was wrong, smiled beautifully and said: "Mr. Bai, you have to give me a chance to learn. Teacher He is willing to give it to me. I am lucky in my life. If I really win some literary award in the future, my heart will blossom." , This is my life achievement."

Bai Linyu smiled: "Xiaoyan, you are out of sight. Xueyan is not in good health, so I trouble you to take on more work."

"Teacher Bai really cares about us, Teacher He." Yan Fei tried to get it out of him in a few words: "You must have been good friends when you were in college."

Bai Linyu was about to speak, but He Xueyan held her forehead and felt that she was talking too much: "Just ordinary classmates, she is from the foreign language department, and I am from the Chinese department, and they are not from the same department."

Yan Fei smiled, seeing that she had a face all over her that you all should get out of, knowing that she couldn't ask anything in front of her, she put down the water glass in her hand: "Mr. He, you'd better take the medicine and rest for a while. Let's go out with Mr. Bai first and talk to the leader about publishing."

"Yan Fei, sit across from me, I have something to tell you." He Xueyan was as clear as a mirror in her heart, glanced at Bai Linyu and said, "You go out first."

Bai Linyu wasn't emotional, she nodded, "I won't bother, Xueyan, you need to rest more."

He Xueyan no longer cared about her and let her go out.

Yan Fei opened her eyes wide, not daring to do anything wrong, and approached to give her medicine, but He Xueyan blocked it impatiently.Yan Fei frowned and pulled the chair to sit next to her, waiting for her to say: "Tell me, don't hold it in your heart, what happened yesterday was my fault."

He Xueyan couldn't see her like this, she stared at her, and sighed again: "What do you want now?"

Yan Fei couldn't answer for a long time, regretting and wondering: "Xueyan, I admit that I like you in my heart, but Sister Yu has always taken care of me, and I can't leave her when she is in trouble... I was wrong, it was my wife. Being selfish and bothering to make you sad."

He Xueyan's heart was half cold, her hands were also stiff, and she nodded slowly: "It's good to think clearly, and it's good to explain clearly." Not letting go, He Xueyan didn't know what to do.

"You're not angry with me?" Yan Fei was worried.

He Xueyan shook her head, she had nothing to say, and hardened her heart: "I'm not angry at all. We are colleagues from the beginning, and we will be colleagues in the future. Just work hard."

His tone was a bit cold, Yan Fei called Xueyan again sadly, He Xueyan no longer looked distressed in the past, and said not very intimately: "It's better to call the teacher at work, I don't want to make myself unhappy, and you don't want to be here either. I can't find happiness for myself in front of me."

He Xueyan is the kind of person who speaks softly, but who is tough.Talk about breaking up with someone, like never seeing each other in three lifetimes.

Yan Fei fell into the ice cellar, full of remorse.

It's useless, she knew, and she didn't bother anymore after speaking: "You rest, I'll go out first."

He Xueyan nodded, and then pointed to the manuscript: "You change it yourself first, and I'll get started after I get better."

"I see." Yan Fei agreed, and took the manuscript away again.

As soon as the door was closed, it was clean, and He Xueyan burst into tears.

She had a lot of emotions, and when she shed tears all day long, she was like a crazy person.Even if someone says something bad, don't look at her, and ignore her for a few days, she will burst into tears when she can't think about it.That was when I was young and ignorant, and my heart was hurt at that time.

There was a knock on the door.

He Xueyan wiped away her tears, trying to calm down her emotions, and asked who she had been asking for a long time.

As soon as the door was pushed, Bai Linyu came in.