The design director skipped work

The small town is near the mountains, the temperature is lower than that of the big cities, the sun will never set, and the small wind blows through the arms, which is indescribably comfortable.

The driver took them to the hotel, which was the only Shangxing hotel in Shanchuan Town, with a single room for each person, and the conditions were not bad, clean and tidy.

After a day of running around, both of them were very tired. After a hasty meal, they each fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Wu Zheng was awakened by the phone ringing, and when he was sleepy and wanted to press it, he found that it was Jiang Heng who called.

Wu Zheng answered the phone weakly: "...What's the matter, Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Heng's voice was full of vigor: "I'll knock on your door in 10 minutes, let's go."

Wu Zheng looked at his watch, it was six o'clock.

Wu Zheng: ...

Wu Zheng hung up the phone.

Very sleepy, Wu Zheng lay on his back for a minute.

Sit up, hug your knees and stay there for another minute.

Stand up and stay by the bed for another minute.

So when the doorbell rang 10 minutes later, Wu Zheng opened the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, his eyes dull, and his hair messed up.

Jiang Heng is dressed in casual clothes, without the sharp suit wrapping, his temperament looks a lot more friendly, like a neighbor's big brother with good grades and good temper.

The eldest brother pushed his glasses and stared at Wu Zheng sharply.

Wu Zheng: "..."

"My house was swallowed by a wormhole just now, and the time passed a little slower than normal. It's only 5 minutes now." Wu Zheng opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Jiang Heng: ... Do you believe me?

Wu Zheng: Letter.

The two completed this turbulent conversation with their gazes. Wu Zheng dared not face Jiang Heng again with a guilty conscience, closed the bathroom door and quickly began to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Another 5 minutes later, the two went downstairs side by side.

When going down the stairs, Wu Zheng finally regained his energy and entered the self-healing mode.

"Hey Brother Jiang, do you think there are any snakes in the mountains? What if we encounter snakes?"

"Is there a signal in Jianggeshan? What if the director calls you and can't answer?"

Jiang Heng wondered if you were a problem baby.

Before he could speak, he saw that Wu Zheng's expression was too exaggerated, he stepped on the ground, and his whole body instantly crooked!

It would be no small matter if he fell down the stairs, Jiang Heng didn't have any leeway to react, he reached out and grabbed Wu Zheng's arm.

Wu Zheng fell with a bit of momentum, and Jiang Heng couldn't maintain his balance on the stairs. In order to avoid falling, he hugged Wu Zheng and relieved himself while going down the steps.

It wasn't until they were on the flat ground that the momentum was stopped, because the movement of going downstairs was too distorted, and when they finally stood still, they had turned into the posture of Wu Zheng's whole body planted in Jiang Heng's arms.

If outsiders came to see it, it would be like Jiang Heng going downstairs with Wu Zheng in his arms.

Jiang Heng felt that his heart was beating extremely fast. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or something, so he quickly helped Wu Zheng to stand up straight: "Walk carefully."

"Yes." Wu Zheng agreed embarrassedly, "Thank you Brother Jiang."

"It's okay." Jiang Heng said and turned to the gate, "Get in the car first, the driver is waiting at the gate..."

Having said that, Jiang Heng's expression froze.

Because he found that, judging from the shocked and delicate expression of the driver's elder brother, he was not only waiting at the door, but also seemed to have witnessed everything just now.

As I said just now, in the eyes of outsiders, this small accident looks like Jiang Heng holding Wu Zheng down the stairs.

Jiang Heng: ...

Brother Driver: ...

Brother, your eyes are a bit strange. Did you make a mistake?

Brother, this is not the normal state we get along with, brother, don't look blank.

Brother, listen to my explanation.

The eldest brother obviously didn't want to hear or talk, he trembled his lips, opened the car door with his brows furrowed in silence, the person who talked a lot and lively yesterday (although neither Wu Zheng nor Jiang Heng could understand) became extremely silent today.

Driving into the mountain, the driver was very steady and not fast, but the silence all the way seemed a bit embarrassing.

Wu Zheng didn't feel the undercurrent between Jiang Heng and the driver brother just now.He tilted his head to look at Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng looked emotionless, probably not awake. After much deliberation, Wu Zheng decided to chat with the driver brother.

"The weather is very nice today, master." Wu Zheng decided to find a versatile topic, "It's very suitable for a family to hang out."

Jiang Heng: ...

You read that right!The driver brother's hand holding the steering wheel must have shaken a bit!

If it was me, I would have to shake it too!

Mr. Wu Zheng, although your statement is normal on the surface, it is a big problem in this context!

Brother driver, he has obviously misunderstood!

But the driver brother seemed to be unable to reject the pure and lovely Wu Xiaozheng. After clearing his throat, he asked with difficulty: "There are boys in your city, and you don't have to talk about playing with friends?"

Jiang Heng: ... Brother driver, you are really outspoken.

But although Wu Zheng roughly understood what the driver said, he made a fatal misunderstanding on the key words.

"Playing with friends" means falling in love, but Wu Zheng simply regards "playing with friends" as making friends.

What happened to making friends?The unit also cares who I have a good relationship with in private?

So Wu Zheng said naturally: "Why does the unit care about this?"

Jiang Heng sprayed old blood on the car window, seeing that the driver's elder brother was similar to him, the steering wheel was almost unsteady.

Jiang Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he felt that it would be better not to explain when it came to this point, the driver didn't understand Mandarin well, and they couldn't understand the driver's Trump/Putonghua, and Wu Zheng's petty temper might be straightforward Jump out of the car in shame and anger.

...that's all.

Jiang Heng once again used his ability to change the subject in a straight line: "How soon can we get there?"

The driver whose facial expression had already started to twitch heaved a sigh of relief: "There is still an hour to fight to grow old."

Afterwards, the driver may have suffered too much shock, so he dared not speak any more. He put down the car CD, and the three of them climbed up the mountain silently amidst the singing of congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, Wu Zheng finally saw the winding railway track amidst the thick green, like a dark and shiny snake coiled on the mountain wall, with an unspeakable charm.

The car kept parallel to the railroad tracks and drove for a while, and finally arrived at Hengshan Station.

The driver took them to the platform and stopped, and then drove down the mountain. He had other tasks during the day, so he asked Jiang Heng to call him in advance before going down the mountain.

There was a station attendant waiting at Hengshan Station. He looked about forty or fifty, and his name was Chang Zhizhi.

His Mandarin is very standard, which surprised Jiang Heng and Wu Zheng.

Chang Zhizhi introduced himself. He was originally a college student. When he was young, he devoted himself to contributing to the construction of the motherland.

He is the only remaining station attendant at Hengshan Station, and he had a colleague when a bus passed the station.

Now that the passenger train has stopped, and his colleague has retired, what he has to do every day is to connect the freight train, and occasionally help take care of the railway workers when they come over.

"You will be busy when the high-speed rail line is opened." Jiang Heng said with a smile.

"I'm going to retire soon, and I'll go back to my hometown after the Chinese New Year." Chang Zhizhi said, "When the station expands, there should be a new group of people to visit the station, and the environment will be much better than now. Unfortunately, I won't be able to see these .”

After a pause, Chang Zhizhi sighed: "In a few years, others will probably forget what Hengshan Station was like before..."

Wu Zheng looked at the inconspicuous look of sadness in Chang Zhizhi's eyes, thinking.

"The workers have arrived, and they are waiting at the station." Chang Zhizhi introduced, "Go in and see for yourself. There is nothing to introduce, so I won't accompany you."

The two thanked each other and entered the station.

Wu Zheng originally thought that Hengshan Station should be as empty as a warehouse, but when he entered the station, he was surprised to find that there were waiting areas, ticket offices, and even VIP seats in the station, all of which retained the style of the 80s and [-]s.

According to the original plan, these facilities will be dismantled after the construction of the Chengdu-Chongqing exhibition hall begins. What they actually need to do is to measure the area of ​​the entire station and divide the interior of the station into several display areas and rest areas. It has been discussed yesterday and should be It won't take much time.

"Let's start directly. It should be finished before noon." Jiang Heng said.

"Wait a minute." Wu Zheng stared at the long, dusty wooden chairs, and the mottled paint signs with the four characters "waiting by ticket", his eyes were a little straight, "I have a New ideas."

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"To be honest, I don't think it's very reliable." After listening to Wu Zheng's thoughts, Jiang Heng thought for a long time before saying, "What the superiors want to show should be more about the technological achievements of the new high-speed rail, rather than the historical evolution of Hengshan Station. , and there are both East and West Railway Museums here, and it is not a unique cultural relic.”

Wu Zheng was silent for a long time after listening, and then said: "I know what you said, but I still want to try."

Jiang Heng stared at him for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's try."

Wu Zheng's mind was filled with the melancholy that had just flashed in Chang Zhizhi's eyes just now. He thought that perhaps the Rongyu exhibition hall could leave a place for these old times...to stand together with the brand-new display boards, LED screens, and light sand tables.

In fact, Wu Zheng understands that this kind of proposal with an artistic flavor but not enough grandeur will probably be rejected. What the Rongyu exhibition hall needs is to show the achievements of high-speed rail construction in a concise and open manner. His design in the Ninth Academy has never been creation, but mission accomplished.

In the past four years, Wu Zheng has understood this very well, and he only regards himself as a design machine with no emotions, so he can become the trump card of the Ninth Academy.

But now...

He seemed to be back in his youth.Become softer and more empathetic.

I want to illuminate the sky full of stars for important partners at a car show, and I want to remember his youth for an old man in the exhibition hall.

But in this way, the measurement work will become much more complicated. Keeping it as it is means that Wu Zheng needs to make a rough design on site and measure more detailed data.

"You can measure according to the original plan first, and I will do it myself later." Wu Zheng drew a sketch in the memo, frowned and looked at it for a while, and said to the workers waiting next to him, "Be gentle when measuring. , don't break things."

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When Wu Zheng drew the picture, Jiang Heng consciously assumed the responsibility of supervisor.

After watching the workers measure for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore and ran back to see Wu Zheng.Wu Zheng huddled in the corner, flicking back and forth on the phone seriously.

Jiang Heng leaned forward and saw Wu Zheng's design drawings on the screen of his mobile phone at a glance.

This thing was drawn with a memo?

Jiang Heng: "Our hands are not of the same structure, are we?"

"It's actually very simple." Wu Zheng happened to be a little tired, so he saved the memo on hand, and handed a new one to Jiang Heng: "Come and try, you can do it yourself."

So Jiang Heng tried to draw, and after ten seconds, he silently looked at the few lines on the screen that couldn't even connect together.

I can do a P!

Jiang Heng was furious: "I won't draw anymore!"

"Don't, don't, don't." On the contrary, Wu Zheng aroused the enthusiasm of being a teacher, "At least finish this painting."

"How can I finish this painting?" Jiang Heng said desperately looking at the dog-like lines in front of him.

"It's okay, I'll take you to draw." Wu Zheng said, "Don't move."

Before Jiang Heng realized what was going to happen, Wu Zheng reached out his hand naturally, holding Jiang Heng's finger like holding a paintbrush.