I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Song Qingyue sat in the conference room for a long time, propped his head on his hands, and buried his face in his palms.

The darkness allows her to think better.

Compared with Lin Qingqian's perseverance, which one is more important?

A certain intuition made her feel that the road Xiao Liang pointed out to her was not very reliable.

There is only a world view without methodology. It told her where the problem was and even told her which direction to go, but she didn't tell her how to go.

It's as absurd as the math teacher just taught you 1+1=2 and then asked you to solve quadratic equations in one variable.

For a moment, it was difficult for her to distinguish the messy emotions that were clamoring in her heart. These thoughts were tangled together like a pile of wool balls, and these wool balls were still making a sharp noise like fingernails rubbing against the blackboard.

"(National scolding)," the usually civilized child swears, and sits with his hands in his pockets, his legs stretched out, angrily.

A piece of cold metal touched his finger.

what.

She laughed.

A coin came just in time.

What did that sentence say?

When you toss a coin, you will know the answer in your heart.

The child raised his head and looked at the coins flying in the air, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

She reached out to hold it, put it in her pocket, and got up to leave.

However, she pursed her lips again, reached out and took out the coin, and tossed it.

While throwing it back, he was nagging.

"Three parallel experiments are more reliable."

Fortunately, she was the only one in the conference room, otherwise others would think that she was out of her mind.

After confirming the answer in her heart again and again, she took a deep breath, walked upstairs with her head held high and her chest held high.

There is no way, just explore by yourself.If there is no precedent for success, I will be the one who crosses the river by feeling the stones.

Never bow to any difficulty!

A wave of pride and ambition surged up like this.

Ding, the elevator rings.

Song Qingyue, who raised his head and chest high, quickly lowered his head and silently put on his mask and hat.

She avoided the scrutiny of the people around her, and lowered her head.

All the way to the door of the room without any danger, she touched the doorknob, and hesitated a little.

Lin Qingqian, what are you doing in there now?

Those reddened eyes lingered in her mind.

"Huh, wait." Song Qingyue withdrew his hand silently, squatted down against the wall, took out the small notebook for the meeting, and muttered.

"Apologize first when you go in."

"How to apologize?"

She bit her pen and frowned in distress, "Lin Qingqian, I was wrong, I shouldn't... tell you to ignore you..."

Maybe people just forgot about it and you added fuel to the fire.

"Lin Qingqian, I will protect you from now on."

Lin Qingqian probably felt that she had been fooled.

"Lin Qingqian, I will not interfere with your decision in the future."

No, no, I still have to practice hard to persuade Lin Qingqian to put down the butcher knife and return to the right way.

After pondering over and over again, writing and tearing up the small book, and finally finalized a suitable 800-word self-statement and internal analysis, Song Qingyue moved his numb feet, and touched the door with his fingers again.

Maybe Lin Qingqian's eyes were still red, maybe she had locked herself in the study, maybe she was standing in front of the window exuding low air pressure.However, I am about to end all of this!

She opened the door, and Lin Qingqian was standing in front of the desk, looking down at something with a solemn expression.

"Lin Qingqian..."

"I'm back." Lin Qingqian raised her head with a happy face, "Come and see where we are going on our honeymoon?"

Ga?

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"What are you holding in your hand?" Lin Qingqian wrapped the child into her arms, and looked down at the notebook with densely packed small characters.

"It's nothing." Song Qingyue quickly put the notebook in his pocket, and tilted his head to look at the... world map on the table.

"Why did you come to the honeymoon?" She was confused and poked Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian coughed unnaturally: "Didn't I just propose?"

She watched Song Qingyue turn his head back little by little, staring into her eyes, "Does that count?"

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian's erratic dodging eyes, and the alarm bells in his heart rang out, and he pinched the soft flesh of Lin Qingqian's waist, "Is there something else that is hiding from me?"

Lin Qingqian's eyes suddenly darkened, but fortunately she lowered her head to avoid the child's eyes.

"No."

"Mr. Lin, when will you have time to go out to play?" Xiao Song thought for a while, and found the key problem, and then a worried look appeared on his face, "Is there something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it." Seeing that she couldn't hide it, Lin Qingqian let it go, "Mom give me a lesson, I'm on the cusp of the storm, hide away."

Song Qingyue saw what she said in a calm manner, and the strange feeling that had been suppressed came up again.

Lin Qingqian, such a proud and powerful person, now wants to leave the country he has single-handedly left in despair.

Mr. Lin looked at the sad and complicated emotions in the child's eyes, and was stunned. Just about to speak, a soft body leaned into her arms, tightly wrapped around her waist, and breathed out from his lips. The heat was right next to her ears.

"Lin Qingqian, I'm sorry."

Song Qingyue said in a low voice, and suddenly heat welled up in his eyes.

Was he wronged for himself or for Lin Qingqian?

"What's the matter?" Lin Qingqian patted her head helplessly, "It's my decision, it's none of your business..."

Before she finished speaking, the child's fingertips blocked her soft lips, and her stubborn voice sounded: "I know what I did is not good, I will change it slowly in the future, and you don't have to rely on me for everything." , I will be spoiled by you."

She didn’t remember a word of the 800-word dissecting monologue written a long time ago. She said incoherently: “Whatever happens in the future, no matter good or bad, I will stand with you, and I will slowly learn from your world. Let yourself work hard to be worthy of you, I..."

She gently tugged at the hem of Lin Qingqian's clothes, "Give me some time."

Lin Qingqian bit her lower lip, pressed the child's head into her shoulder, and after a long time, said softly, "From now on, as long as you don't say that sentence again."

"You know, you are more important to me than anyone imagined, much, much more important."

Song Qingyue is her support in this world and the medium through which she first realized the authenticity of this world.

"I can't live without you," Lin Qingqian stroked Song Qingyue's soft hair, brushed her fingers over her ears, her fingertips trembled slightly, and there were some abnormal interruptions in the sentence, "I, I am not as strong as you think."

Her lips gently touched the hair on Song Qingyue's temples, and she cupped Song Qingyue's face, facing her forehead, her breath filled with the breath of the other party, "So, don't say that kind of thing again, please."

"I will, seriously."

Song Qingyue looked into her eyes seriously, and said softly, "I will never, never say that kind of thing again."

A smile slowly emerged from the corner of Lin Qingqian's mouth, and he moved his fingers holding the child's face, covering her eyes, and then kissed her soft lips.

The child closed his eyes unconsciously, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and swept across Lin Qingqian's palm.

Lin Qingqian tasted her lips carefully, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

After all, she didn't dare to tell the child everything about her so unscrupulously.

She can't bet.

"Okay, don't talk about these sad topics," Lin Qingqian left Song Qingyue's lips, and flicked her head with a smile, "Let's decide where to go."

Song Qingyue leaned in front of the map as he said, scanning his eyes.

"Japan? It's close. You can come back whenever you have something to do. I really want to see Mount Fuji."

Lin Qingqian subconsciously refused: "No, Mount Fuji is too sad."

The phrase "who can privately own Mount Fuji out of love" is really famous.

"Songs are songs, and people are people." Song Qingyue curled his lips, but he also followed Lin Qingqian's wishes, "Japan is indeed not good, and there are too many people who know us."

The two are quite well-known in places with a large number of Chinese.

Going out to play, of course, you don't need to wear a mask, and no one knows you. You can hold hands with Lin Qingqian and press the road, and you can jump around like ordinary couples.

"Over there in Europe?" Lin Qingqian pointed at the map, "Paris, Florence, or go skiing in the Alps?"

Song Qingyue scratched his head, "But, I've been there."

This statement is true, except that she didn't enjoy mother's love and father's love in the Lin family when she was a child, she was not lacking in food, clothing, housing and transportation, and she had what Lin Qingqian had.

"Then, go to any country?"

"...so perfunctory."

"Qingyue, you've been a little drifting lately."

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When Lin Zhiyin pulled the box and pushed open the door of the room, he saw two people arguing.

"Lin Qingqian, you are asking too much."

"I don't know who hates this and that."

Lin Zhiyin curled her lips and silently put the memo in her pocket.

Well, I was thinking hard on how to ease the relationship between the two on the plane, and wrote a small composition of 1800 words, but it turned out to be useless.

This pair of live treasures.She shook her head, the corners of her lips curved slightly.

Turn around and praise Xiao Liang, the task is well completed, otherwise the two should not be so harmonious.

"I have a proposal." She put down the luggage in her hand and walked to the map that the two of them were pointing at.

Lin Qingqian and Song Qingyue stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and nodded heavily.

Then one hand, holding a pen, put it on the map,

"Turn the pen, turn it wherever you want."

Lin and Song looked at the pens on the map, and then looked up at Lin Zhiyin who was smiling kindly.

"Maybe Japan would do that too."

"I can't...not, Japan can't."

Lin Zhiyin shrugged: Sure enough, it started again.

She sat down leisurely, made a cup of tea for herself, packed her luggage for a while, and when Lin and Song turned around again, she had even put on a mask.

"Go on?" She motioned to the two of them.

"Turn the pen."

"I agree."

The author has something to say: The gap between Da Lin and Xiao Song is the gap between 800 words and 1800 words hahahahaha

(Writing and writing, I feel that I must be a sand sculpture, huh)

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