Light Snow to Beginning of Spring GL

He Xueyan swears to God, no matter how snobbish Yan Fei is, no matter how much she loves money, she never intends to joke at all.It is true that she is high-minded and conceited, but it is true that she was young and ignorant, she looked down upon this, and neither was pleasing to the eye, domestic masters are trash, only her own writing skills are compelling The hype is in a mess.

All the tofu cubes written at the age of six were published in XX newspapers. When I was ten years old, I wrote ancient poems, and a lot of uncles and uncles praised them. At the age of 16, I wrote excellent articles, and university professors praised them with staring eyes.He Xueyan had a good reincarnation. He rode over the necks of literary masters, dropped the brushes of Chinese painting masters, and overturned the ink of calligraphy masters since he was a child.

A circle of people boasted in front of her mother that the two girls were beautiful, talented, and inherited the style of their mothers, and their mutual admiration was not too nasty.He Xueyan was young at the time, so she didn't know what hypocrisy, bluff, and hypocrisy were all hypocrisy anyway.As soon as her old mother retired from the editor-in-chief, the number of people who bought it in the literary and art circles suddenly decreased a lot in the past two years.

This is a more disgusting and snobbish circle than the film and television circle.

He Xueyan has been a small editor for a few years, and she took it all lightly. There are always some friends who are not true friends, and some favors are always things. If you don’t do things, who will give you favors.He Xueyan gradually calmed down. When people ask for help, they will help if they can. If they can't help others, they will explain themselves to others, and they will never make promises to others.

She also remembered that the unit was a group of old men and old ladies, and there were few young people. She joined this big publishing house, and after about two years, another girl about her age came.

They assigned Yan Fei to her and asked her to bring her familiarity with the business. Yan Fei smiled and called out to Teacher He. He Xueyan explained to her that he was also a small editor, and that he was only two years older than her and could not be a teacher.Yan Fei's eyes rolled around, and she called out to Teacher Xiao He with a smile on her face.

She is pretty and has a sweet mouth, and she is liked wherever she goes.

He Xueyan didn't expect this girl to be capable, she just asked not to cause trouble for herself.At that time, He Xueyan had to travel frequently, contacting writers in various places, and attending various meetings in the circle. (It's just that the old people don't want to go, let them make up the number)

He Xueyan is not good at dealing with people, she failed in love once, and the energy has not passed in three or five years, she is discouraged and doesn't like to talk.All the things to go out to deal with were left to Yan Fei. Fortunately, although Yan Fei was young, she could chatter and hold on no matter how hard she was.Going back to the hotel at night is like a tired dead pig, and there is also that kind of wretched male writer who knocks on the door in the middle of the night and shouts to play cards. He Xueyan is about to curse. It is Yan Fei who accompanied the chairman of the local writers association to make a fuss, and KTV came back half the night of.

No matter how bad He Xueyan is, there is always an air of self-importance in her heart, she doesn't like to approach others, and sometimes offends them. Yan Fei never complained to her at all, and let her go, both openly and secretly.The business trip, which made He Xueyan miserable, suddenly became much easier, and it was not so painful with Yan Fei's company.

Sometimes I go to a different place, and I also take the train.

In spring, Yan Fei told her, look at the road on both sides of the road where there are many flowers and green leaves. Although the entertainment is tiring, the scenery is worth the train ticket.

Catch up with the winter and there is nothing, Yan Fei told her that the fork of the bare tree by the roadside is also very beautiful, and it is more pleasing to the eye than the landscape in the art exhibition that I participated in in the city.

He Xueyan sarcastically said, since you don't like it, why do you ask people for calligraphy as soon as you attend their art exhibition?

Yan Fei smiled cutely and said, Hey, if I hadn't heard that it was valuable, why would I want that torn paper?

He Xueyan probably listened to too much bragging and heard the truth.

In fact, she doesn't like many paintings at all, and she wants to pooh a few words.

There are provincial and ministerial leaders who are self-provoking and elegant. They don’t usually do government affairs, but they still like calligraphy and painting. They also have good things to show her to taste. , Whoops, leaned over and praised the leader so much that he wished that the grass sage was alive and the painting sage was possessed.

The big leader was ashamed, and threw the painting to He Xueyan and said half-text: Be sure to give Xiaoke's calligraphy and painting to Lingmu, and he will definitely visit him someday, and he must worship Lingmu as his teacher.

He Xueyan almost vomited.

Yan Fei, a girl who chews gum and takes writing, calligraphy and painting lightly, He Xueyan thinks this is also very good.At least Yan Fei doesn't have to be like her, running into ghosts and snakes in this circle all day long and asking her to help draw a booklet of her book, find a famous artist to write a preface, and push the painting out.

Yan Fei usually doesn't tell lies, even if he meets a real master, Yan Fei is very sincere: Oh, I don't understand this, anyway, all valuable paintings are good paintings, the teacher's paintings are so valuable that they must be the most OK

When she said this, the wrinkle on the master's face turned into a Shar-Pei, and he praised Yan Fei's innocence and straightforwardness.

Yan Fei was sitting in the car, sitting opposite He Xueyan, peeling oranges for her, and smiled heartlessly at her and said: "Mr. He, I think the flowers, leaves, and forks on the roadside are beautiful. You It’s pretty, and I’m pretty too, but the sum of our beauties is not as beautiful as one thing.”

"What?" He Xueyan was more polite to her.

Yan Fei's eyelashes flickered, and she said in a charming voice, "It's not as beautiful as RMB." After a pause, he added: "The US dollar is more beautiful than the RMB, and the British pound is the most beautiful."

He Xueyan was amused by her: "The gold and diamonds are not beautiful."

Yan Fei stuffed oranges into her mouth: "That's right, these are the most beautiful in my eyes. Teacher He has a high level of appreciation. What do you think is the most beautiful?"

He Xueyan ate the orange stuffed by her tender hands, and it was the first time she sat here to discuss beauty with ordinary people. She had seen too many beauties, such as blue sky and white clouds, good paintings and poems, good mountains and rivers, beautiful men and women.At this thought, she was also dumbfounded, she only thought that this was beautiful and that was not bad, but she couldn't think of what was the most beautiful.

Yan Fei smiled and said, "You don't even think it looks good?"

He Xueyan pursed her lips, remembering many, many years ago, when she was so young, she remembered what Bai Linyu said to her that day, saying that you are the prettiest in my heart, Xueyan, I like you the most in the whole world.

At that time, He Xueyan saw beauty after listening to it, but when she felt cheated, she saw nothing beautiful in her eyes.

Sitting on the train that day, Yan Fei kept stuffing oranges for her, and she almost got angry after eating so much.

He Xueyan thought of the sad things, and for a moment she was hypocritical, and said to Yan Fei: "Where is there beauty, flowers will wither, leaves will turn yellow, people will grow old, you and I won't be able to look after a few years, Jewelry and gold are not brought with you when you die, no matter how beautiful they are, what is the use.”

She was disheartened when she said that, Yan Fei chuckled, blushing and humiliating her: "I thought you were just noble, but I didn't expect you to be so anti-human and anti-society. They're all seen as broken."

He Xueyan was too damaged to speak.

Yan Fei stuffed the last piece of orange into her mouth and said, "Is this orange delicious?"

"It's okay." He Xueyan nodded.

Yan Fei giggled and said: "Then just smile at me, you are so sad all day long, it makes me think I owe you money, and I'm afraid in front of you."

He Xueyan smiled for the first time.

Yan Fei looked at her carefully, and said to her very seriously: "Mr. He, when you smile, you are more beautiful than diamonds in my heart!"

It was the first time He Xueyan heard someone praise her like this.Sighing, Sui Yanfei twittered in his ear, tired of listening, simply turned his head to look at the scenery outside the car, under the sun, it was also beautiful mountains, water, broken wild flowers, rotten leaves, and light tree forks beautiful.

Occasionally I look at Yan Fei, and think that Yan Fei is also beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, almond eyes and pink cheeks, the more she looks the better.

He Xueyan got off the train, carried a lot of luggage out of the train station, and only told Yan Fei when he took a taxi.

"What is the most beautiful thing in my opinion, do you know?"

"I'm dizzy. I didn't see that I was busy. Now that you think about it, tell me quickly. I'm leaving by car."

"I think that when my mother was young, there was a very beautiful photo. No one can compare to... that kind of temperament..."

"Wow, you're still an Oedipus!"

Yan Fei got goosebumps all over her body, called a taxi, said 88, and ran away.

While He Xueyan blushed and had a thick neck, she regretted talking about beauty with Yan Fei, but this time she forgot about being deceived when she was young.Thinking about it, it's not a big deal, because she is Xu Liping's daughter so she won't be dumped. She has hated what she has hated for so many years, she is simply crazy.

In He Xueyan's third year of work, she learned a little bit about talking nonsense when meeting people, how to make business trips less painful, and how to compare people and RMB to see who is more beautiful.

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The matter of talking about money with Yan Fei today is a dizzy, stupid and boundless behavior.

Hurt Yan Fei's self-esteem.

Yan Fei talks about money all the time, and it doesn't matter how vulgar or vulgar she says, but Yan Fei really hates people saying that she loves money and only allows state officials to set fire to her.

He Xueyan made seven or eight calls to her mobile phone after get off work, but Yan Fei didn't answer any of them, and sent three text messages to apologize, one of which was not replied.I went to her office and saw that she had left too.

He Xueyan didn't know how to coax her, so she simply forgot, and drove home after get off work to cook for her parents.

After returning home, her mother was working hard to write big characters in the study.

Her father had a stroke, trembling and walking in the yard by himself, the wind was blowing, the old man couldn't put on thick clothes by himself, and he wanted to walk in a hurry, walking in the courtyard by himself, walking like a zombie He stopped and stopped at a pace.

He Xueyan was frightened to death, and quickly helped her back to the house, and found a cotton coat to wrap her in. Her father was full of whining and didn't know what to say.He Xueyan is like coaxing a child, you put on your clothes first, and I will push you to the park for a few steps in a wheelchair later, and you are not allowed to go out by yourself.

The old man Ulla nodded.

He Xueyan was full of anger, and her mother shouted inside: "I'm back, take a look at my handwriting, I think it's very well written, I haven't felt so good for a long time."

It's not a good feeling to quarrel with my old lady.

Walking into the room, Huanghuali's paperweight is black and white, and her mother's handwriting is unique, simple and amiable, which is indeed everyone's style.

The old lady is very happy, what do you think?

He Xueyan let out a long breath: It is a good word to be able to buy one for two to three million yuan.

The old lady smiled: I don't know when, you stopped talking about letting go, and only focused on the theory of RMB. Your sister said, you are thinking about these old people at home.

Wherever He Xueyan is in her mood, she will let her sister forget all the family members, and she doesn't want it either.

The old lady laughed happily: "Don't worry, everything in the house will be kept for you. Xueming and Xueshan will definitely sell it to me in a few moments. My writing can be given to friends or passers-by, but I can't sell it anymore." .” The old lady also knew in her heart: “From now on, these will be your dowry, and you have to help me take care of them for the rest of my life.”

"Thank you, Mom." He Xueyan sighed, and this was even less fun. It was as if she had got a lot of things, all of which were her ancestors and had to be served by her.

"What's wrong?" The old lady was also concerned about her.

"I'll cook for you." He Xueyan didn't want to say.

The old lady said from behind: "You child, you ran away as soon as you mentioned the marriage. In fact, your mother didn't mean to urge you, but after all, you are old enough to think about it."

He Xueyan was busy in the kitchen 2. The old lady said: "Your sister called in the afternoon and said that she would introduce you to a good person. He is an oil painter. He is quite tall, and his parents are easy to get along with. Let you have time to meet , The young man said that he had read some literary materials you translated, and he had a very good impression of you."

There was the sound of pots and bowls being smashed in the kitchen, and He Xueyan groaned: "Cooking, I'll talk about it later. I'm busy recently, so I don't have time for a blind date."

The old lady ignored it and went over there to accompany her husband to wait for dinner.

He Xueyan felt that for the past 30 years, her father was the only one who treated her very well. Unfortunately, she had a stroke early on. Her mother lived her whole life for herself. If you try to get her attention, she may be immersed in her own life after a while. In the world, children are not unimportant to her, but her soul cannot be distributed to the outside world.

He Xueyan sighed, remembering that Yan Fei said that she was an Oedipus, but in fact she was just a little lonely since she was a child.

After a busy day, I cooked for my parents and served my father to eat.It was getting dark, and the old man Wu Lala didn't rest. He Xueyan knew that he was bored and was thinking about going out.I just wrapped him up tightly and dragged him for a walk nearby.

I asked the old lady if she would go, but the old lady didn't make a sound in her study, she didn't know what she was doing.

He Xueyan pushed her father, strolling along the street when the lights were on.

The phone rang.

It's Wang Xudong.

"What's wrong? Xueyan, I called Yan Fei, but she didn't answer. Didn't she say she wanted my help?"

He Xueyan felt uneasy: "You call, but she doesn't answer?" For Yan Fei who pays special attention to the relationship with the author, this is almost impossible.

Wang Xudong said: "I asked Teacher Songmu to call her too, but she didn't answer any of them. She didn't reply to text messages, and we didn't know if she wanted to continue this sequence. What happened to her? The phone was left in the office. gone?"

He Xueyan sighed, and rounded up the situation: "I guess the phone has been dropped somewhere, don't worry, I'll go find her."

"Then you should contact her. I'm very short on time. Hurry up and ask her to send me the manuscript. I'll read it and write the preface." Wang Xudong is a busy man.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." He Xueyan thanked.

Pushing his father's wheelchair, He Xueyan said kind words to his father: "Has the old man done enough travel? How about we come here today? I have something to do at work and I have to go to work. Let's go home first and come out tomorrow. "

The old man reluctantly nodded, and He Xueyan slowly pushed him home.

Serving An Ning, it's already 9 o'clock.

He Xueyan said hello to her mother and said that she was going out, but the old lady didn't know if she heard it or not and didn't reply.He Xueyan knew that she was just like this, so she carried her bag and drove out the door. She ran around the street for a long time, and it was the first time she came to look for Yan Fei at such a late hour.