The Midnight Owl

6/23, Castle Hotel, Beijing time, 03:44

[Owl: Congratulations on finding a 6/23 Castle Medal! 】

Zheng Luozhu breathed a sigh of relief amidst the congratulations, raised his hand and clicked on the hidden item column of the pencil case, and the only blank space left had already become an [Old Castle Medal].

So far, the stationery box has a hidden item column, 13 slots, all full.

He was very happy, after all the hard work for so many days, he felt relieved and felt a sense of accomplishment.

But he couldn't show it, because Fan Peiyang still couldn't see a trace of joy on his face.

"Boss," Zheng Luozhu decided to remind, "We have collected all the badges from 1-13."

"En." Fan Peiyang responded casually, obviously he knew it well.

But his eyes are still very cold, like a wasteland in early winter, all the vivid and lively things are suppressed under the ice and snow, and as far as the eye can see, there is only endless bleakness and endless indifference.

Zheng Luozhu calmed down and stopped talking.

"How many days until the opening of the rankings?" Fan Peiyang asked suddenly, his voice a little lower.

Once talking about business, Zheng Luozhu never dared to neglect, and immediately replied respectfully: "Three days."

Fan Peiyang tilted his head slightly, looking at the oil paintings on the wall, as if admiring, but also thinking.

"Three days later, our score is 9/23." Zheng Luozhu roughly guessed what the boss was concerned about. "It's absolutely no problem to enter the top five on the list. Although the rewards will be less than No.1, but..."

"Get ready," Fan Peiyang interrupted lightly, "The day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, record twice." He was still staring at the oil painting, and his voice was calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Zheng Luozhu was stunned for a moment, not sure if he thought right: "You mean..."

Fan Peiyang withdrew his gaze and looked at Zheng Luozhu and the three people behind him for the first time: "Before the list opens, I want to return to the top of the list."

Word for word, beyond doubt.

Zheng Luozhu won't sing the opposite, after all, they are getting this salary: "Understood."

But money can buy his fighting power, but it can't corrupt his soul...

Fan Peiyang: "Recorder..."

Zheng Luozhu: "It's locked. If you're annoyed, we can go and clear the venue first, so that you can hand in your papers in peace."

Well, it didn't corrupt his soul at all!

Beijing time, 04:27

[Owl: Congratulations on passing the test, and handing in the test successfully on 6/23!Dear, see you tomorrow~~]

For the first time in so many days, Zheng Luozhu felt joy from the bottom of his heart for this congratulations.They no longer need to deliberately repeatedly advance and retreat, and clear the level, and finally can rush forward without distraction.

What's behind 13/23?No one knows.

That's why it's so exciting.

As soon as Fan Peiyang made a phone call, within 5 minutes, he picked up their car and arrived at the place where they popped up.

Two black Bentleys stopped in front of them smoothly, low-key and elegant.

From the driver's seat of the second Bentley, a gentle man wearing glasses came down. His hair was combed meticulously and his suit was straight without a single wrinkle. He didn't talk too much when he saw Fan Peiyang. He first handed over the car keys to Zheng Luozhu, then turned around, Help Fan Peiyang open the rear door of the first car.

Fan Peiyang sat in, and the gentle man didn't get into the second car, but also sat in the co-pilot seat of the first car.

When the car window was slowly going up, Zheng Luozhu heard him turn around and report to Fan Peiyang: "President Tang is in stable condition."

Fan Peiyang nodded, and the window was completely closed at this moment.

But Zheng Luozhu still caught the flash of temperature in Fan Peiyang's eyes when there was only the last gap left - just when he heard the word "Mr. Tang".

Zheng Luozhu and the other three people got into the second Bentley. They didn't need to look to know that their luggage must have been packed into the trunk.

Seeing the car in front driving away, Zheng Luozhu started the engine and followed steadily.

The three people, who had been suppressed all night, finally collapsed their straight backs. One was in the co-pilot, and the other two were in the back row.

"It's so hard to earn some money these days..."

"Where is the surname Tang sacred? Every time I report this first..."

"Brother Zheng, do you know the inside story?"

"With the money for the night shift, don't worry about other people's day shift." Zheng Luozhu glanced at the time on the car, "It takes six hours to get to Beijing, and it will be eleven o'clock when we arrive. What do you want for lunch? please."

The three subordinates have always been "food is the most important thing", but this time they didn't care about ordering food, and the three faces were surprised when they heard this.

"Back to Beijing again? No wonder he said just now that he started to check the records in the day after tomorrow..."

"Yes, today I have to sleep in the first level again..."

"Why do you have to go back for a day every time the checkpoint is closer to Beijing? Doesn't he have no parents, no wife, no children?"

Zheng Luozhu was tired, and instinctively corrected the exact statement: "My parents died young, and I am still single."

"Anyway, it means the same thing."

"But thinking about it from another angle, if I have such a big company in Beijing, I don't feel relieved to hand it over to others. I will definitely have to go back and look at it from time to time."

"That's right, otherwise there would be so much money to pay us wages."

"..." Zheng Luozhu didn't understand until now, how could there be such three younger brothers, whose talents and skills were all focused on the value of force, and their heads were like three weed gardens.

However, they can understand it however they want, which is something that cannot be explained clearly.

Besides, it has nothing to do with them whether Fan Peiyang returns to Beijing for someone or for the company.As he just said, they only take the money from the night shift to do things in "Owl". At most, he can be regarded as Fan Peiyang's night secretary. As for Fan Peiyang's real life, it is the work of the day shift secretary who just came to pick him up.

What's the name of the secretary with gentle glasses?

Oh yes, Shan Yunsong.

……

"Go straight to the hospital."

As soon as the car entered Beijing, Fan Peiyang gave simple and clear instructions, and Shan Yunsong didn't say a word, just said: "Okay, Mr. Fan."

Fan Peiyang continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Shan Yunsong gave the driver a look, and the driver finally settled down and changed the route from going back to the company to going to the hospital.

It was near noon in Beijing, the traffic was not too congested, and the car could basically drive. Of course, you can't expect a high speed.

Shan Yunsong looked out the window, his heart was very calm, even when he was thinking about many things, he was rarely irritable or impatient.

This is a habit I have developed over the years as a secretary.

Shan Yunsong has two bosses, one named Tang Lin and the other named Fan Peiyang.When they started their business together, Shan Yunsong followed. At first, he thought it was strange that the name sounded cold, but it was as warm as the sun. The name sounded gentle, but a look could freeze people.

As a result, this question remains unresolved to this day.

In the past ten years, the company has grown from a dozen people to an A-share listing, but Shan Yunsong suddenly misses the past.

Tang Lin was still healthy in the past, unlike now, watching a midnight show and sneaking out of the hospital.

In the past, Fan Peiyang was still conscientious, unlike now, he couldn't find anyone for ten and a half months.

Shan Yunsong didn't know who those four people were just now, and he didn't know what Fan Peiyang was doing with them all day long. He would think, but he wouldn't ask. His salary included silence.

The car arrived at the hospital, and Fan Peiyang, who got off the car, obviously quickened his pace, Shan Yunsong followed, and the two of them came to the ward very quickly, one in front of the other.

In the single ward, Tang Lin was reading a book. The sun was shining brightly, shining on him like a soft light.

Every time he sees Tang Lin, even in a wheelchair, Shan Yunsong finds it hard to believe that he only has three years to live.

This is the most optimistic conclusion that Fan Peiyang has obtained after searching the most authoritative doctors at home and abroad.

Tang Rin had a brain tumor, but the location of the tumor was not good enough for surgery, and it was oppressing the nerves every day.

At first, Tang Lin's legs were just numb frequently, but now he can't walk anymore.

The tumor may rupture at any time. Even if the conservative treatment cooperates well, at the current growth rate of the tumor, it can last up to three years, which is the limit of the body-this is the verdict given to Tang Lin by fate.

After watching quietly for a minute through the glass, Fan Peiyang opened the door and went in, while Shan Yunsong stayed outside.

He didn't eavesdrop on purpose, it's just that the door of the hospital is really not soundproof, and from time to time, there will be conversations——

"The company is so busy, why do you always go to the hospital, I am alive and kicking."

It was Tang Lin who was full of vitality.

"You jump one and I'll see."

The one who can choke someone to death with a simple sentence is Fan Peiyang.

Sometimes Shan Yunsong would think that Fan Peiyang might not have come here to visit the sick, but to take revenge.

Sure enough, Tang Lin's voice lowered, and he muttered something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Shan Yunsong actually wanted to tell Tang Lin that the company was very busy, but it had nothing to do with Mr. Fan. As for what Mr. Fan was busy with, no one knew.

The ward was quiet for a while, Mr. Fan should be peeling apples.

Tang Lin loves to eat apples, and every time he eats them, he will peel them carefully, and take the peeling as the standard for his knife skills. He is very proud of his skill.

Shan Yunsong remembers very clearly that Fan Peiyang scoffed at this back then, thinking that it was meaningless to waste limited time on these too trivial things, even if the apples continued to peel, so what, would it make the company profitable?

Tang Lin was speechless by this theory, and later he liked to eat apples more and more, and had to peel them in front of Fan Peiyang.

Fan Peiyang had no choice but to pretend not to see.

At that time, if someone told Shan Yunsong that one day, Fan would peel apples himself, and he would practice hard in the office to keep peeling the apples, he would definitely think that person was crazy.

It can be seen that nothing is impossible in this world.

"I just went there last week, and I'm going again tonight?" Fan Peiyang's slightly rising ending sound meant that the old man was displeased.

This scare and frighten the employees of the company, but to Tang Lin, it is basically like a breeze blowing on the face.

"There are so many blockbusters this month, what can I do, do you eat red apples today and give up yellow apples tomorrow?"

"..."

In the room, Fan Peiyang was helpless.

Shan Yunsong outside the door didn't know what to say.

Tang Lin's obsession with Midnight Show and Apple is as incomprehensible as Mr. Fan.But eating apples as soon as they are eaten is not harmful, but the midnight session is not a good habit for patients who need to work and rest regularly.

But Tang Rin likes this. As long as he thinks he wants to watch this movie, he must catch up with the zero point on the first day of its release. It was like this back then, no matter how busy the company is, he still wants to go, and it is the same now.

Tang Lin: "I am aware of my own situation. Yes, I have to go to the cinema even if I am in a wheelchair. The picture is a bit sad, but this is my hobby, and I have minimized it as much as possible. Lost, but you have to let me keep this hobby, I can live for a few days..."

Fan Peiyang: "Go."

Tang Rin: "It's fine if I promise not to, I have to sell it badly."

Fan Peiyang: "I'll accompany you."

Tang Rin: "Huh?"

Fan Peiyang: "I'll accompany you to see it."

Tang Lin: "Is it raining red outside..."

Fan Peiyang: "I regret it."

Tang Lin: "Don't, we've known each other for so long, this is the first time you have agreed to watch the midnight show with me, if you dare to go back on your word, you have nothing to do with friends!"

……

Beijing time 00:00, cinema.

Fan Peiyang reserved the show, so only he and Tang Lin were in the huge screening hall.

All the lights went out, and the opening titles of the movie had begun to play on the big screen.

"Cuckoo-"

Fan Peiyang gently withdrew his hand on the wheelchair and waited quietly for 2 minutes before the feeling of weightlessness came.

Tang Lin was still staring at the front without taking his eyes off. The light from the screen reflected the outline of his face, soft and beautiful.

……

At 06:00 Beijing time, the hospital.

Shan Yunsong was dozing off on the bench in the corridor, when he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes reflexively.

It really is the boss.

"Mr. Fan, morning." Shan Yunsong got up immediately.

Fan Peiyang walked to the door of the ward, looked at Tang Lin who was concentrating on peeling big apples for himself, and frowned slightly: "Is he not asleep?"

"I slept for more than two hours after I came back," Shan Yunsong reported truthfully, "Every time after watching the midnight show, Mr. Tang slept less."

Fan Peiyang nodded: "Go and wait for me in the car."

Clearly unwilling to let you listen to the wall, Shan Yunsong immediately left knowingly, and went downstairs to look for the boss's car.

Watching a midnight show with Tang Lin and sending him back, and staying there until now, is basically equivalent to being on a night shift—Shan Yunsong also urgently needs to catch up on sleep now.

Here, Shan Yunsong went downstairs, and over there, Fan Peiyang entered the ward.

"Why are you here again?" Tang Lin was more surprised than yesterday, "Aren't you going to another place today?"

Fan Peiyang sat down, took the apple in his hand, and continued to peel it naturally, as if this was his mission in this ward: "Flight in the afternoon."

"Don't try too hard." Tang Lin said sincerely.Now the company is only supported by Fan Peiyang, who is much thinner than the patient.

"By the way," Fan Peiyang still lowered his head, and casually said, "Next time I come back, I will watch the midnight show with you."

"Really?" Tang Lin was pleasantly surprised and regretful, "Why didn't you say it earlier, that I wouldn't ask Xiao Dan to see it yesterday, and he had no face to love the whole time."

Fan Peiyang said lightly: "I just remembered."

"This is the first time you have agreed to watch a midnight show with me," Tang Lin planned carefully, "I have to pick a good movie that is worth the ticket price, and I must not choose a bad movie, because it will be easy for you to keep it." Psychological shadow..."

Fan Peiyang nodded approvingly: "Well, you must choose carefully."

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, Fan Peiyang returned to the company, held a short meeting with the senior management, and after listening to the briefing, he closed the office door and sat quietly in a chair.

Why did you never think about watching a midnight show with Tang Lin before entering "Owl"?

Fan Peiyang thought, maybe at that time, he always felt that there would be opportunities in the future.

Many things, after such a future, become regrets.

Fan Peiyang took out last night's movie ticket from his pocket, opened the only drawer with a fingerprint lock, and put it in gently.

The drawer is not big, and the bottom has already been covered with movie tickets, all of which have been checked, and are all midnight shows.