plastic rose

The author has something to say: Good morning~

It may be due to occupational diseases. When I write, I am always too cautious. I am afraid that I will make mistakes or that my writing will not be true.Thinking about it carefully, it’s because my writing skills are not enough and my brain is too small. I will make a deep review, and I will continue to work hard in the future~

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"What you wrote is a piece of shit." The icon on the computer menu bar flickered, Zheng Yuan clicked on it, and Song Tianhao, whose name was Shenjingbing, said to him in the dialog box.

Zheng Yuan's nose was almost crooked, and his fingers tapped on the keyboard.

"It's a pile of shit, don't you eat it too?"

There was no response from the other end of the network, and after 10 minutes, the dialog box between him and Shen Jingbing lit up again, and there were five points that the manuscript should pay attention to.

The soft articles written by newspapers to advertisers need to be confirmed by customers.If there is dissatisfaction or discrepancy, the customer has the right to request modification.Zheng Yuan compared them one by one, and carefully revised the parts that could be revised. He annotated the parts that were contrary to the style and principles of the newspaper and sent them back to Song Tianhao.

"Some things were left out."

"This soft article is going to follow the style of news reports. If it is revised like that, it will be completely soft and broad, which will have a great impact on the reading rate." Zheng Yuan replied like this, and there was no movement for a long time.

"Oh. Then it's settled." After a while, Song Tianhao came back with a silly smile, "Do you want to express your gratitude for helping you revise the manuscript?"

"It's your job to review and promote manuscripts, okay..." Zheng Yuan typed out this sentence in the dialog box, thought about deleting it, and then turned off the computer.

Just when he wanted to take a rest, Song Tianhao called.Zheng Yuan watched the phone buzzing on the dilapidated desk, but finally didn't answer it.

Coincidentally, Zheng Yuan "visited" the Four Seasons Hotel for the second time in 4 days.However, unlike the last blind date, this time he was ordered by the editor-in-chief to participate in industry forum activities.

According to the instructions of the electronic invitation letter, he walked through the open and gorgeous hotel lobby and came to the spiral staircase on the leftmost side of the lobby.The rhythmic stairs like piano keys lead him to the banquet hall on the second floor of the hotel.On the corridor leading to the banquet hall, there are bar counters that provide tea and meals, clothing and luggage storage, and a combination of brown sofas for people to rest.In the past, Zheng Yuan seldom touched this kind of place in his work.

Zheng Yuan came to the forum sign-in area at the end of the corridor.Behind the white sign-in counter is a huge blue display board: "Intelligence - In-depth Forum on Smart Home and Smart Community." The sponsor is **Architecture Research Institute, and the sponsor is Rongke Real Estate.

"Hello, are you a teacher from the media? Please sign this form." Zheng Yuan was staring at the forum display board when a familiar voice came.Turning around, it was Ouyang.

Light gray shirt, black narrow-rimmed glasses, and a snug yet mischievous smile, like Ouyang but not like him.It turned out that he worked overtime just for this forum.

Zheng Yuan neatly signed his name on the sign-in form, carefully looked at the names of the media and reporters on the sign-in form, some he knew and some did not, but most of them were unfamiliar.He put down his pen and took the gift bag from Ouyang.Recalling the memories of the past, they are separated in the frozen air.He looked at Ouyang with a smile, but he could only say one thing: you are busy first. "

Ouyang smiled and nodded at him: "There are activity materials and water in the bag, you go to find a seat first, and I will find you later."

The two were going back and forth, Ouyang suddenly nodded behind Zheng Yuan: "Mr. Song, welcome."

President Song?It can't be such a coincidence, can it?Zheng Yuan was muttering in his heart, and when he looked back, it was Song Tianhao's big eyes, smiling with a little boredom.

Song Tianhao waved his hand, walked to the registration desk, took out a business card from the business card holder and put it on the transparent glass business card tray.

"Senior, you came suddenly, and we didn't prepare anything..." Ouyang, who was in charge of the reception, explained with some embarrassment.

"Senior"?Zheng Yuan suspected that he had heard wrong.But look at the expressions of the two of them, there is no difference.The opening of the forum is approaching, and there are people coming and going before the sign-in stage, which is not the time to ask such questions.

"It doesn't matter, I'm here to study, to see the results of the joint research between your research institute and Rongke, maybe one day we will develop this business." Song Tianhao said the scene in a sophisticated manner, while staring at Zheng Yuan.

Ouyang glanced from Song Tianhao to Zheng Yuan, and hurriedly introduced: "Senior, this is Zheng Yuan, a reporter from Guangsha Weekly. Zheng Yuan, this is Hengli Song Tianhao, President Song, in charge of marketing planning. They are all alumni. Please take care of me, senior."

Song Tianhao grinned after hearing this, and said, "Your introduction is a little late, I already know Zheng Yuan."

Zheng Yuan nodded copingly, and saw Ouyang looking at him thoughtfully.

Guests and the media kept coming to check in, Zheng Yuan didn't care about asking anything, he raised his chin to signal to Ouyang, ignored Song Tianhao who was polite with other acquaintances, turned around and walked into the venue.

There were already quite a few people in the venue, Zheng Yuan glanced at the media area, only the last row near the aisle had three empty chairs.Just as he was about to sit down peacefully, Song Tianhao appeared behind him and said, "Come with me and sit in the front row."

"No need." Zheng Yuan looked back to see who was coming, and looked at the guest seats in the front row, only a few people were seated, and most of them were probably still drinking tea in the lounge.He felt uncomfortable at the thought of sitting with these serious uncles.

"Really?" Song Tianhao sat down on the seat beside Zheng Yuan with a sneer on his face after hearing his brief answer.

"Why don't you go to the guest seat?" Zheng Yuan greeted several colleagues he knew and asked angrily.

Song Tianhao smiled but did not answer.Zheng Yuan didn't care either.

Song Tianhao put down the gift bag on the seat next to Zheng Yuan, got up and greeted and talked with various people in the venue.It seems that it is not easy to be a motivated rich second generation.

"I guess you will come to this event this afternoon." The forum was about to start, Song Tianhao returned to Zheng Yuan's side, looked around the venue leisurely, and spoke slowly.

At this moment, Zheng Yuan wished he had a remote control in his hand so that he could change the channel in front of him.

But when he thought about the question to ask, he was no longer so bored.He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Song Tianhao.

"You want to ask me how I met Ouyang?"

It turned out that Song Tianhao was Ouyang Tong's senior and Zheng Yuan's classmate.Zheng Yuan remembered that Ouyang had mentioned that friend in the real estate industry, did he mean him?

"Isn't there an architectural design company under Hengli? One of my classmates works there, and Ouyang's part-time job introducer is him." Song Tianhao explained, "Speaking of which, you have to call me senior."

Zheng Yuan expressed disbelief, his jaw seemed to have dropped to the ground.

"I'm more than a year or two older than you."

"I really can't tell, Senior Song, you look really...young." Zheng Yuan agreed, wanting to end the conversation quickly.

The speeches of the experts on the stage are as smelly and long as an old lady's foot wrap.The words are full of praise for the cooperative developers.

"I said, can you still listen?" After listening for half an hour, Song Tianhao whispered to the side, "Let's go, let's find another place to sit for a while."

If it was the past, Zheng Yuan might really walk away when faced with such a poor forum.But thinking that this was an event that Ouyang had painstakingly prepared for, he couldn't lift his feet.

Looking up at the venue, Ouyang, who was still welcoming guests at the door before the forum started, is now quietly running around in every corner of the venue.Not communicating with photography, communicating with shorthand, or debugging PPT between expert speeches.

Zheng Yuan has never seen Ouyang like this.Seeing him become mature and capable, Zheng Yuan felt proud of him from the bottom of his heart.But lowering his head and staring at his toes in the dark, he felt that he was getting farther and farther away from Ouyang.

Raising his head in the next second, Ouyang came to Zheng Yuan with a strange smile and handed him a red envelope.

This is the so-called carriage fee.Legends are an important source of income for industry journalists.In his three years as a reporter, this is the first time he has received travel expenses.

Holding the red envelope in his hand, the weight was not light, and it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I can't accept this." Zheng Yuan handed back the red envelope to Ouyang, refusing in a low voice.

Ouyang's expression froze, and then he pushed the red envelope to Zheng Yuan: "These are hard money, just take it."

Taking the red envelope means helping them to report, and to write wonderfully.Zheng Yuan didn't think there was anything wrong with the reporter who took the red envelope, but he didn't want to do it himself.

The two of them were at a stalemate, and Song Tianhao, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore.He patted Zheng Yuan on the shoulder and persuaded in a low voice: "Take it, there are so many people here."

Hearing what Song Tianhao said, Ouyang also nodded quickly.

Seeing Zheng Yuan's temper, Song Tianhao took the red envelope from him, and said to Ouyang: "I put it away for him, you go and do it."

Ouyang looked at Zheng Yuan with questioning and helplessness in his eyes.Zheng Yuan turned his face away.Ouyang said nothing, and went to arrange the transportation expenses of other reporters.

"Let's go." Not wanting to see Ouyang's appearance just now again, Zheng Yuan beckoned Song Tianhao to sneak out of the venue together.

It was the second time sitting in the Four Seasons coffee shop that Zheng Yuan knew that tea was also served here.

"Coffee or tea? You media people often have irregular meals, why don't you drink tea?" Song Tianhao suggested to find a seat at random in the coffee shop, "But the tea here is made from tea bags, so don't expect too much. Ha ha."

Zheng Yuan could feel the waiter rolling his eyes.

"Green tea." He ordered a cup of green tea without thinking. He leaned back against the wicker chair, feeling depressed because of Ouyang's eyes just now.

Song Tianhao opened the red envelope, glanced inside, and then handed the red envelope to Zheng Yuan: "1000 yuan, really generous."

"I'll see you off." Zheng Yuan replied without raising his eyelids.

Song Tianhao put the red envelope on the table, turned it around, and pushed it in front of Zheng Yuan.Seeing Zheng Yuan, he turned his gaze to the lobby.He put the red envelope back into his handbag, and said with a smile, "That's fine, I'll keep it for you. When you remember it, come get it from me."

While Song Tianhao was talking, a pair of black eyes wandered in the direction of the lobby as if absent-minded.Zheng Yuan unconsciously followed his gaze and saw a young man in his early 20s who said goodbye to people in the lobby and then walked slowly towards the main entrance of the hotel, his back was tall and handsome.

The lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel is famous for its appropriate space division and emphasis on privacy.The figure that Song Tianhao followed disappeared behind the automatic revolving door in no time.His eyes lit up again.

"Mr. Song, you have seen a lot. Is there any small apartment in the market that is suitable for a family of two? It should be good quality and cheap." Seeing Song Tianhao's absent-minded look, Zheng Yuan didn't want to sit still, and simply looked for Let's talk about some houses.

"You want to buy it?" Song Tianhao turned his head and asked interestedly.

"It's not me. I'll help people find out. It's better to be in the west or southwest of the city."

"I'll keep an eye on it for you." Song Tianhao agreed, but his eyes showed other thoughts, "Aren't you single now? Come out to play together when you have nothing to do during the break, so just treat it as a date with me?"

Zheng Yuan glanced at the silver-white ring on Song Tianhao's left ring finger, and was taken aback.Song Tianhao is crooked?It doesn't look like it.

Song Tianhao asked, "Is it inconvenient?"

Now Zheng Yuan has also gradually figured out this person's speaking style, and what he said just now might be rumors again, so he gave a smirk: "Hengli and our newspaper are regular customers, and I have no reason to refuse to spend time with Mr. Song."

Seeing that Zheng Yuan didn't take his words seriously, Song Tianhao didn't want to explain further.After going around, the topic of Ouyang came to mind.

"Once I happened to go to that company, and I ran into Ouyang unexpectedly. I even chatted with him about you."

"I?"

"you."

"Lao Song is always worrying." Zheng Yuan said with a polite smile.

"Actually, I've always been curious. You guys were so close a few years ago. Do you know what kind of person Ouyang is? Anyway, every time he looks at me, his eyes are polite, but in fact it's like looking at a box or a broken mop. Maybe It's even worse. What about when he looks at you? Even if he likes you, it's not the current you. He likes the you in his imagination. That you may be just a robot in the shape of a cardboard box." Song Tianhao said so, with that look The expression seems to be recalling the way Ouyang looked at him.

Knowing that this is fallacy, Zheng Yuan can't help but think of Ouyang when he was a child.When Ouyang was in the first grade, Zheng Yuan was already in the third grade. No matter how late Zheng Yuan came back every day, he would wait for Zheng Yuan to do homework together.Later, when Ouyang's mother passed away, his father would leave Ouyang at Zheng Yuan's house for the night when he was working the night shift or playing cards.In this way, little Ouyang has even more reason to keep an eye on Zheng Yuan.Accompanying Zheng Yuan to complete the last copying, he would solemnly put the Chinese textbook in front of Zheng Yuan and ask Zheng Yuan to dictate to him.When he encountered a question he didn't know, he even pestered Zheng Yuan to teach him, and then listened to Zheng Yuan's explanation with a serious face, believing everything Zheng Yuan said 100%.When Ouyang focused on one thing, his eyes were so focused that it was pitiful.Once, in order to copy the curved arc of a cartoon squirrel's tail, he drew from seven o'clock in the evening to twelve o'clock in the morning, no one persuaded him.

"Ouyang treats you so well, isn't it because you hate dogs?" Nostalgia is nostalgia, but in Zheng Yuan's view, Song Tianhao is the kind of person who plays golf and drinks tea before he is 30 years old.Right now, she's talking witty words to flirt with girls, and then finds a well-matched young lady to marry.Then when the hair starts to fall out at the age of 40, a lot of money and time will be spent in and out of hair health centers for hair transplantation.How would Ouyang look good when facing such a person?

"Hehe, maybe. I'm a vulgar person from head to toe, and even my name is so vulgar. So I study hard and spend money so that people can understand: Oh, it turns out that this person is not only rich, but also has many other things. Terrible stuff." Song Tianhao said seriously, afraid that Zheng Yuan would not believe him.

It's funny to hear him talking so nonsense, Zheng Yuan couldn't help laughing.Just now, the depression was reduced by three points.After recovering, he had time to reflect. His reaction to the fare just now was too naive.Ouyang is such a person who is one and two.Even if you want to refuse, you should explain to Ouyang in private, not face to face.

"Thank you just now." Zheng Yuan found that thanking people who are irrelevant is easily worthless.

Song Tianhao took a sip of black coffee, smiled wryly and said, "I thought you were the kind of person who wouldn't thank you easily."

"That depends on whom."

After hearing Zheng Yuan's words, Song Tianhao put on an injured expression as if he was shot, covered his chest, smiled and stuck out his tongue.Zheng Yuan suddenly discovered that Song Tianhao might not be as annoying as he imagined, and Jiang Xiaofan would not wear such a pretty dress...

Afterwards, Zheng Yuan realized that he had just glimpsed a remarkable thing.

Jiang Xiaofan!Wearing a pink sleeveless dress!She passed in front of the coffee shop and walked towards the adjacent straight staircase.The straight staircase near here does not lead to the banquet hall where Ouyang is.Why did Jiang Xiaofan appear here during working hours?

Zheng Yuan suspected that he was wrong, but he was socializing with Song Tianhao right now, so it was inconvenient to see what happened.

Zheng Yuan withdrew his gaze, while Song Tianhao was still sitting there, staring at the Chlorophytum hanging on the ceiling.Zheng Yuan took a sip of the cold green tea.Surprisingly, the tea did not go cold.Only then did he realize that Song Tianhao called the waiter for a new replacement when he was thinking about it just now.

"Is there any arrangement for Mr. Song?" Zheng Yuan asked as he put down his teacup.

Song Tianhao didn't get an answer, so he looked at his watch, got up and went to the bar to pay the bill.Afterwards, before he returned to his seat, he raised an eyebrow to remind Zheng Yuan: "I have an appointment with a client for dinner tonight. Don't forget that you still have 1000 yuan with me. If you want to spend it, tell me anytime. By the way, next time I will find Ouyang and Jiang Xiaofan." Let's go out and play together."

Zheng Yuan was dumbfounded.How could this Song Tianhao know Jiang Xiaofan?

But thinking of Jiang Xiaofan, Zheng Yuan's heart hangs again.What is she doing here during working hours?Did he come to find Ouyang?But according to Ouyang's style, it's not urgent, and he won't meet his girlfriend at the work site.

Zheng Yuan was full of thoughts about why someone else's girlfriend would show up in the hotel, and he returned to the forum scene unconsciously.As soon as he walked to the rest area by the corridor leading to the venue, he saw Ouyang sitting in front of the bar in the rest area drinking a cup of hot tea while he was busy.

Zheng Yuan hesitated for a moment and wanted to leave, but Ouyang's keen eyesight had already caught him.Reluctantly, he walked towards Ouyang slowly, with the expression of a child after breaking a vase on his face.

"I thought you were gone." Ouyang put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Is there some water in this forum?"

Zheng Yuan didn't deny it, looked at Ouyang's slightly tired expression, scratched the tip of his nose, wanted to ask about Jiang Xiaofan, but in the end all he could say was to apologize: "I'm sorry just now."

After saying this, Zheng Yuan suddenly felt that the distance between himself and Ouyang had increased by more than 10 times.

"What are you talking about. I won't be angry because of that kind of thing." Ouyang laughed, took off his glasses and rubbed them on the chest pocket of his shirt. After confirming that there was no dust, he put them on again, "Look at your relationship with Song Tianhao Looks fine."

"A client..." Zheng Yuan wanted to explain again, but felt that it was meaningless.

Ouyang lowered his eyes and wanted to say something, but a voice calling him came from the direction of the venue. He stood up in response and said to Zheng Yuan: "It's almost over, you should go back early."

After finishing speaking, he waved to Zheng Yuan, turned around and walked towards the venue.

When walking down the spiral staircase like piano keys, Zheng Yuan felt that he had made a fuss out of a molehill.Thinking about the ending of the story that Ouyang told the last time the three of them had dinner, Zheng Yuan understood that Ouyang had drawn a line between them that could not be crossed.But now, he just met Jiang Xiaofan who was different from usual.There is no need to make a small report with Ouyang, and there is no need to try to find out anything.

But Zheng Yuan didn't understand why he felt like falling out of love again, like his internal organs were being dragged down by an unknown object, falling into an unfathomable black hole.