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Shu Qingmo will go to Beijing to work next, but he has not quit the old dormitory where he has lived for more than 20 years.

For Shu Qingmo, this old community constitutes all his memories of life, even if his life and work focus will be transferred to Beijing, he doesn't want to lose the place where he once took root.

The day before departure for Beijing, Shu Qingmo got up early in the morning and checked her luggage again.

Some clothes and painting utensils have been packed and sent to Luo Zihang in advance, and Shu Qingmo only needs to bring some belongings to Beijing.

He took his ID card, graduation certificate and other materials, and prepared to go to the small shop opposite the Academy of Fine Arts to make copies.

In the text message sent by the personnel department, there was a list of materials, and the ID photo did not specify whether it was white background or blue background.

Just in case, Shu Qingmo made a phone call to confirm, but when the personnel of the museum heard that it was him, the first sentence made him stop in the middle of the road in a daze.

"Shu Qingmo? Are you not coming?"

"What?" Shu Qingmo was stunned, "When did I say I wouldn't come?"

"Your sister said that you put your studies first and you have to take the postgraduate entrance examination."

Hearing this, Shu Qingmo only felt his brain buzzing, as if all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head in an instant.

He forcibly restrained his trembling hands and tried to make his voice sound normal: "I don't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, I will go to Beijing tomorrow."

"It's useless for you to come here now, young man." The other party's accent was authentic old Beijing, "There are radishes and holes in the positions in the museum. We have already found someone to fill them up, so we can't arrange for you."

"You mean..." Shu Qingmo took a deep breath to stop Kong Luoluo's heart from sinking, "Can't I go to work in the museum?"

"Yes." The other party's tone was also a little inexplicable, "I don't know anything about your family, you'd better ask your sister."

"Wait." Shu Qingmo's face had turned pale, and the reason why he was able to hold on was all because he carried it in one breath, "My sister said I won't go to work, why didn't you call me to confirm?"

"What are you still confirming? That's your own sister." The other party said, "And she went to the personnel department to talk about it, so why don't we believe her and call you to confirm it in front of her? It’s not just looking for trouble.”

"What did you say? She's in Beijing?" Shu Qingmo asked confusedly.

"Of course." The other party said, "Your sister has just joined the Institute of Ancient Calligraphy and Painting. Where is she not in Beijing?"

"What research institute?" Shu Qingmo asked in a daze.

"The Institute of Ancient Calligraphy and Painting of the Beijing Museum." The other party said word by word in order to let Shu Qingmo hear clearly, "This is where we are."

Shu Qingmo felt dizzy for a while, he supported the big tree beside him with his hands, and managed to stabilize his body.

"Student, are you alright?"

Two girls passing by noticed that something was wrong with Shu Qingmo, so they kindly asked.

Shu Qingmo shook her head, clutching her phone in a trance, and continued walking aimlessly on the road.

His job is gone again.

Shu Mengfu went to the museum.

Why is this happening?

Isn't it said that the harder you work, the luckier you are, why do the villains always have the last laugh?

Why……

A shrill whistle and the driver's yelling drew Shu Qingmo's attention back.

He walked in the middle of the path in a daze, blocking the way of the car behind him.

"Are you deaf? Can't even hear the horn?"

Shu Qing glanced at the cursing driver with an ashen face, and suddenly realized that this world was originally like this.

He just walked on the road, a road next to the residential area, no more than three meters wide, which should have been a sidewalk.

Just because he blocked a car that shouldn't be passing here, the people in the car regarded him as a heinous crime and used words to inflict the greatest malice on him.

Why should he bear these?He was obviously just going his own way.

Shu Qingmo looked at the direction in which the car disappeared, and slowly picked up the phone and dialed Fang Wanrou's number.

"Hey?"

A female voice with ease rang out from the other end of the phone, as if she had already guessed the intention of Shu Qingmo's call.

"Why don't you let me go to Beijing?" Shu Qingmo's tone was like a pool of stagnant water, throwing a stone wouldn't make any waves, "I'm going to Beijing, you can't see it but it doesn't bother you, right?"

"Of course not. Although you are annoying, I can bear it." Fang Wanrou said calmly, "Who made the Shu family rely on you now?"

This sentence sounds very harsh.

Obviously Shu Qingmo is the most skilled person in the Shu family, but Fang Wanrou controls her because she has no connections.

Fang Wanrou's words sounded like she was praising him, but she was actually saying that he could only blame her for being too good at work, otherwise she wouldn't be so "reluctant" to him.

"You are really shameless." Shu Qingmo said expressionlessly, her tone was still very flat, it seemed that she was not scolding, but just stating an obvious fact.

What happened today completely changed Shu Qingmo's mentality, she was not as afraid of touching Fang Wanrou's back as before.

What's the use of being careful?

People who don't like him will never make him feel better.

He lives peacefully and doesn't cause trouble, Fang Wanrou just plays him as a fool; he wants to hide away, but Fang Wanrou won't let him go.

That being the case, he doesn't mind fighting Fang Wanrou to the death, since barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes anyway.

"What did you say?" Fang Wanrou's voice suddenly became colder, as it was rare for anyone to scold her face to face.

"I said you are shameless." Shu Qingmo repeated, "Get rid of my job and put my daughter in."

"Please make it clear to me that I didn't arrange Xiaomeng to enter." Fang Wanrou spoke a little faster, obviously caring about what Shu Qingmo said, "She was recommended by the unit, passed the interview, and was admitted with dignity."

"Who knows." Shu Qingmo naturally wouldn't believe it.

Even if Fang Wanrou couldn't control the final interview result, at least she must have "credited" for the recommendation link in the early stage.

Shu Qingmo continued: "You don't want me to enter the same unit as your daughter, is it because you are afraid that I will compare her?"

"Joke, I'm afraid of you?" Fang Wanrou sneered, "Xiaomeng lacks talent in mounting paintings, but she is a graduate student who has just graduated, can you compare with something that can't be on the stage like you? "

Shu Qingmo gritted his teeth, he didn't expect that Fang Wanrou would use Shu Mengfu's academic qualifications to pressure him, it's like some people who rely on their old age to talk about their age, it makes people angry.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You don't even dare to compete fairly, can you know better than yourself."

"What is fair competition? Are you and Xiaomeng?" Fang Wanrou's tone seemed to have heard a big joke, "You were not born on the same starting line, did you forget how you and your mother were kicked out?"

Shu Qingmo's expression froze, and she was at a loss for words for a moment, only to hear Fang Wanrou say again: "Don't forget that you are just an illegitimate child, it is only natural that Xiaomeng is better than you, I kindly remind you, don't take yourself too seriously."

After Fang Wanrou finished speaking, she hung up the phone, and Shu Qingmo squeezed the phone tightly, the anger that was simmering in her heart gradually became powerless, and finally turned into sadness.

When watching social news before, Shu Qingmo realized that there were all kinds of unfair things in this world.

When he sees sad or angry news, he will empathize with it, but he never thinks about what will happen if these things happen to him.

It turned out to be the same mood now, angry, powerless and sad.

He only told Wu Yunmo a few days ago that he was going to Beijing for development, and Luo Zihang had already packed the room, waiting for him to go there.

He didn't even know how to tell the two of them that all his efforts had been in vain.

Wu Yunmo would persuade him to think about it, but he would definitely feel sorry for him behind his back.

Needless to say, Luo Zihang would definitely be even angrier than him.

He doesn't have the energy to deal with it now, he just wants to be alone.

Maybe after sleeping, the resentment in his heart will dissipate, because he has always been good at dealing with these negative emotions.

Shu Qingmo walked forward in a trance, belatedly realizing that the surrounding scene became busy at some point.

A magnificent revolving door appeared in front of my eyes, with the golden word "Huang Jin" on the door.

Shu Qingmo suddenly realized that it turns out that the subconscious mind in a person's mind really influences his actions.

He couldn't hold on anymore, took out his mobile phone and dialed Yan Zonglang's number.

At Nancheng International Airport, the boarding reminder for the flight to Beijing sounded on the radio.

Yan Zonglang stood up and was about to leave the first-class lounge when he received a call from Shu Qingmo.

"Mr. Yan, where are you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was breathless and slightly trembling.Yan Zonglang's heart tightened, and he stopped immediately.

"What do you want me to do?" Yan Zonglang asked.

"Yeah." Shu Qingmo said, "I'm downstairs at Huangjin Building."

"Did something happen?" Yan Zonglang's speech speed doubled, and his toes had already turned in the direction opposite to the boarding gate.

"I...so sad." Shu Qingmo murmured, "I'm really sad, Mr. Yan, I really want to see you, I want to see you right away..."

"Boss Yan?"

Secretary Chen, who had just returned from the bathroom, followed Yan Zonglang's pace in a daze. He pointed in the direction of the boarding gate and said, "The first-class cabin has already started boarding."

"Change the ticket." Yan Zonglang spit out two words expressionlessly.

"Change?" Secretary Chen looked back at the boarding gate and asked, "Is there something urgent? Our luggage has already been checked in."

"I said it," Yan Zonglang said impatiently, frowning, "change the ticket!"

Fine.

Secretary Chen has been by Yan Zonglang's side for so many years, and he still has good eyesight.

Seeing his boss's irritable appearance, he figured it out with his toes, it must be because of the young master of the Shu family.

I won’t be able to code tomorrow, and the next chapter will be uploaded after the code is finished (no later than [-]:[-])