Crimson Garland

"Ask me if you don't know anything." N handed a red pen to L: "Have you brought a pen? Use this."

L held the pen in his hand and nodded: "Thank you teacher..."

The reading room was overcrowded. In the left-hand room, a few older sisters who took notes were clacking and clapping on the keyboard, resting for a while, taking a sip of tea and starting typing again.

l Looking to the right, the uncle who was sitting in the cubicle was surrounded by a group of people, discussing the cover design intensely.

"This shade is a little lighter..."

"It's a little to the left..."

"The author said that the style wants to be more solemn, so add more black?"

"..."

Gossip.

l looked at it, no one paid attention to him, he wanted to say hello and disturbed others, so he sat silently in an empty cubicle holding the manuscript.

As an editorial intern who has not yet graduated, L feels that he may be no different from a chicken rib.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

But she still diligently flipped through the manuscript, to Hong.

Although the entire content of this manuscript belongs to science and it talks about health preservation, she can hardly understand it at all, but if it is just the work of Heihong, it is a simple task that anyone can do.

l happily checked with a pen. The first day of internship made her feel very fresh and full of energy.

The eldest sister who was writing down the words seemed to have finished typing, and suddenly stopped working, pulled the manuscript from the plywood standing beside it, walked to the printer, and started chatting.

"Hey, old Liu, the housing prices on the second ring road seem to have risen again." The eldest sister leaned on the printer that produced paper one by one, and began to talk to the uncle who was finally left alone.

The editor, with a toothpick in his mouth, was adjusting the cover on the screen. He immediately picked up the toothpick when he heard this, and started talking as soon as he pushed the mouse.

"It's really a headache. I was just planning to buy it, so the price went up. The traffic jam is the worst every day. I have to get up at six or seven o'clock at work. It's just like this, but the house price has risen the fastest. What's going on!"

The printer was still running non-stop, and the buzzing sound was accompanied by the complaints of the uncle of the American editor, and another sister who took the record also joined in the complaints.

The whole big office is filled with a series of chats about children, houses, cars and other topics such as "house prices", "kindergarten tuition fees", "son's homework for primary school", "how to enroll in cram school on weekends".

L listened with his ears open, feeling like he was in an afternoon mahjong class, a wonderful office.

The work is simple and the time goes by quickly. It was almost eleven o'clock when l was almost halfway through the duel.

L leaned on the table and stretched his hands forward, quietly stretching.

When she rubbed her eyes and looked up again, she was taken aback by n who suddenly appeared beside her.

N was finishing a little work at hand and came over to see himself as an intern. As soon as he entered the door, he saw L buttoning his pen and stretching like a cat.

The fluorescent lamp mixed with the sunlight outside the window, which made L's ears look nice.

L's temple hair was as thin as spider silk, and a few strands fell softly around her ears. With the tiny earrings, she looked soft and flamboyant. After all, she was still a teenage girl.

N watched and walked over without a sound, startled L who just raised his head, and stood up immediately.

"Have you finished?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, then N looked down, glanced at the manuscripts piled aside and asked.

"Half done."

Speaking of work, l was a little frustrated.She raised her eyes to look at n, and unconsciously said what was in her heart.

"The content is too scientific. I can't understand the usage, dosage, course of treatment, and the name of the disease. It's okay for Hong. If I were to study it myself, I would definitely not be able to do it so well..."

l Occasionally raised his eyebrows when speaking, and pursed his lips when he paused, which is a typical state of tension, reserved and restrained.

But maybe because l is really good-looking, n feels that this nervousness is not annoying at all, but very interesting.

At the same time, the editor of the United States noticed this, stopped talking with the recording sisters, turned his head to smile at n, and whispered to n in dialect.

"The little girl is very good at teaching. She came early and is serious. You editors should take good care of you."

L is not a local, and some of them couldn't understand, but he knew he was talking about himself, so he showed a thankful smile to Uncle Meibian.

The editor-in-law seemed to have not seen a little girl smile at him for a long time, and he was immediately touched by this smile, with a happy expression on his face, and continued to praise him.

Seeing that it was almost lunch time, N leaned on L's table and picked up a manuscript: "As for the major direction, you liberal arts students will definitely not be able to compete with our science students in professional knowledge. Do what you can, and read more books at ordinary times. , don't be discouraged."

n The voice is soft, and the speed of speech is not fast, and it seems extremely gentle. L couldn't help clamping his legs when he heard it, but his face was not showing any signs of dew, and he nodded slightly: "Well, thank you teacher."

N glanced at her again, and continued for a while: "The publishing house has a lunch break at 11:30 noon and goes to work at 01:30."

"Yeah." L nodded and said in an official tone: "Okay, got it. Thank you teacher."

This time, he didn't just glance at her, but narrowed his eyes and stared at her. L felt a little guilty, and let go of Erlang's legs that were clamped.

After a moment of silence, N straightened up from her table: "Have you figured out what to have for lunch?"

l Knowing that the publishing house has a cafeteria, he replied subconsciously: "Let's eat the cafeteria."

N glanced around the table, and found that L only brought a manual and a dictionary, and nothing else except a water glass. He shook his head and poured cold water: "There are no bowls and chopsticks in the cafeteria."

"Huh!?" L was surprised.

"Yeah. I bring my own bowls and chopsticks." N raised his eyebrows, seeing L's surprised expression, there was a faint smile in his eyes.

L looked around, and sure enough, those big sisters who were going out to eat all had lunch boxes in their hands.

L didn't prepare well, and was a little worried that he would run out of food. He was a little embarrassed for a while, and looked up at N as if asking for help.

Seeing L's pitiful expression, n finally couldn't help but smile slightly: "It's okay, I'll take you out to eat."

L blinked and smiled, "Thank you teacher!"

This smile is really pretty, and against the shallow mole of tears, the pair of crooked eyes are even more pleasing.