salted fish marriage

Tong Beibei was surprised.

How could he see this on Qin Ling's computer?

Taking a glance from the corner of the eye, there was a USB flash drive plugged into the corner of the all-in-one machine, which Qin Ling found out from a box in the storage room just now.

The documents displayed on the screen are all copied from the USB flash drive.

That is to say...

A guess subconsciously popped up in Tong Beibei's mind, and was subconsciously vetoed by himself.

No way?

It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?

Could it be that he was wrong?

Tong Beibei simply sat down, held the mouse, and carefully browsed the first few pages of the French document displayed on the screen.

How to look how familiar.

No matter how you look at it.

After all, that part-time job did not grind him well back then, and it was one of the few part-time jobs related to his major. No matter how long time passed, he was very impressed by these documents.

Indeed it is!

But why are these in Qinling's USB flash drive?

Tong Beibei didn't have the habit of flipping through Qinling's computer. The files on the screen can be found by flipping through a few pages. If she wants to know more about it, it is better to ask the person directly instead of looking around here.

Tong Beibei called Qin Ling.

Qin Ling just left home: "What's wrong?"

Tong Beibei: "The computer in your study is not turned off, I think it's all the architectural proposals of a French company..."

Before Tong Beibei finished speaking, Qin Ling said, "The previous old project overlaps with some of the contract terms of this project, so I'll dig it out and have a look."

Holding the mouse with one hand, Tong Beibei dragged the document on the screen up and down, and with the mobile phone with the other hand: "Previous projects? What year?"

Qin Ling accurately reported the year: "13 years of the project."

Tong Beibei's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "The building designed for that French company is Gemini?"

Qin Ling thought that Tong Beibei had read the files he had left in the computer: "Yes."

Tong Beibei: "Didn't Lushan Mountain be called Lushan Mountain before?"

Qin Ling thought it was a bit strange to ask, why did he mention this?

"It is indeed not the current company name."

Tong Beibei reported it accurately: "Guan Shan?"

Qin Ling: "The gate that is closed for good luck is unlucky, so it will be changed."

That's it.

Tong Beibei's heart skipped a beat again.

After hanging up the phone, Tong Beibei sat in front of the computer in astonishment, with a face full of disbelief.

What a coincidence, what a coincidence!

Tong Beibei got up and went downstairs, took out her notebook from the small study on the first floor, and logged into the old mailbox she used when she was a student.

As soon as he logged in, Tong Beibei found out the mailboxes of the time period at the end of 13.

Among them, the name of one of the mailboxes with which he communicated frequently read: Qin.

Just click on a sent email, the prefix of the recipient's email address is impressively: qinling.

But at that time, he mistakenly thought that the following "ling" was his surname. On the premise that the main contact method was email, he called "Mr. Ling" a few times when he made occasional phone calls, and the other party never denied it.

So it's not "President Ling" at all, but Qinling?

Tong Beibei has a sense of absurdity that everything is too coincidental.

Look at those emails with a strong tone and even a little bit of impoliteness...

So, Qin Ling was also the boss of the part-time company who trained him like his grandson?

So they knew each other earlier?

Have you met before? !

Memories of the past spread out in my mind like a spring branch.

When translating the document, he was overwhelmed, and the translated text was sent back, asking him what kind of elementary school composition he translated;

And those big nights of staying up, gray dark circles under the eyes, and the anger that I have to silently endure the emotions and then turn over when I am angry.

As well as sinking down and earnestly translating, the self-confidence rebuilt after each difficult time, and the correct understanding of oneself.

Even the swearing that I heard on the phone at the beginning resounded in my ears like a substance——

"What have you been reading? Didn't your professional teachers teach you what is 'xindaya'?"

"Why do I need a college student to read elementary school students' compositions?"

"Your French has been bitten by a dog, hasn't it?"

Tong Beibei found it incredible, but also a little dumbfounded.

That past event changed from gray and white to colorful in memory, and the voice of the long-forgotten man and Qin Ling's voice perfectly blended together——

"With dim sum! I paid for it."

"What kind of translation? If I have money, I will find you?"

"Well, let me call you big brother, don't torture me with your elementary school composition, okay?"

"I don't yell at people, so you turn over carefully. It doesn't matter if you turn slowly, I'll wait for you, anytime."

"Well done."

Tong Beibei flipped through the emails, and the past scenes vividly appeared on the paper——

It was his French teacher who first came into contact with part-time jobs.

At that time, he couldn't comprehend the teacher's intentions. He only thought that he had learned well in his major. The teacher asked him to take a part-time job as a sophomore because he believed in his strength and ability.

As a result, as soon as I took a part-time job, my true colors were revealed.

He was overwhelmed, and when he handed in the translated text for the first time, he was very disturbed, knowing that he had screwed up.

Sure enough, "Boss Ling" called him for the first time, scolded him unceremoniously, and asked him to continue reading after the training.

At that time, he was actually aware of his lack of ability, and with an attitude of being responsible to Party A, he euphemistically mentioned to "Mr. Ling" in the email that if he felt that he was not suitable, he would return to the company while he was just starting now. It's time to change the translation.

"Boss Ling" replied to his email after one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Just five words: no money, you are cheap.

Tong Beibei couldn't laugh or cry at that time, so she had to continue to drive the ducks to the shelves.

The whole part-time job continued one after another, and lasted for half a year.

In the past six months, Tong Beibei counted, he had 36 phone calls with "Mr. Ling", 59 text messages, and more than 2000 emails back and forth.

And it was within these 36 phone calls, 59 text messages, and more than 2000 emails that Tong Beibei grew from a battered, hard-headed half-assed person to an expert in terms of temperament, self-learning ability, and command of French. "Elite" beyond the ordinary.

Ignoring the bad words of those who were scolded and stabbed, Tong Beibei still remembers what she learned from "Mr. Ling": work hard, don't be afraid of difficulties, try to do the job well, ignore emotions, derive results, and just do it.

It was also in those half a year that Tong Beibei didn't care about anything, and even had little time to rest. The first thing he did when he woke up every day was to plunge into the ocean of French.

In the words of my roommate Jia Rui back then: "It feels like you've been cultivating immortals for half a year, with a different spirit."

It is different, at least professionally, Tong Beibei's mentality is far superior to that of her peers, and she is no longer conceited, feels how well she has learned, and is much more stable.

Tong Beibei flipped through the emails, one by one, as if going through the past again.

In the last email, what he sent to "Mr. Ling" was a thank-you letter for his growth in the past six months. The words are not many, but there are only a few strokes, and his intention is clear.

"Boss Ling" replied to him——

[Go to school well, I wish you a bright future. 】

When Tong Beibei saw the last email, she was so touched that she almost cried.

Looking at it now, one sentence, ten characters, neat and clear, is Qinling's style.

Tong Beibei holds the computer, two thousand emails, from the sun to the sky to the sunset, from the day to the night.

"Ding" the sound of the elevator arriving.

Tong Beibei heard it. There was a computer in the crook of his leg. He didn't get up and turned to look.

Qin Ling walked in.

Usually, when Qin Ling came home, Tong Beibei would either stand up to greet her, or come out to have a look and call her husband.

Today, Tong Beibei was half immersed in her school days, and her sense of reality seemed to be blunted, so she just sat there, looking sideways.

Seeing Qin Ling pushing the door with a suit in his arms, seeing Qin Ling glance at him, changing his shoes in the hallway while opening his lips, seeing the partner in his eyes and the past in his mind, there was only a void in his mind. Shadow's "Ling Zong" overlaps——

In Tong Beibei's eyes, Qin Ling's body was as if a ray of light had suddenly been cast on it, dazzling and eye-catching.

He couldn't see anything, only Qinling, only Qinling.

Then--

"puff"

"puff"

"puff"

It was an extremely clear heartbeat that Tong Beibei could feel.

Qin Ling was still talking, and even saw his partner looking at him all the time, raising his eyebrows, showing doubts.

But Tong Beibei couldn't see anything, except for her beating heart, only Qin Ling in front of her eyes.

Not only that, Tong Beibei seemed to open a door with a "bang" in his heart.

He didn't know what it was, he only knew that the incredible feeling of overlapping the past and the present came to his heart again.

Qin Ling sat down beside Tong Beibei: "What's the matter, wife?"

This "wife" dragged Tong Beibei back to reality - the light disappeared, the senses recovered, Qin Ling was no longer the only one in his eyes, and everything else could be seen.

The only thing that continues is the beating heart.

Tong Beibei just listened to the quick jump on the eardrum, closed the notebook and replied: "Ah, no."

Qin Ling: "Have you eaten?"

Tong Beibei blinked, as if she couldn't recover, "Ah, no."

Qin Ling looked at the time, it was already past eight o'clock, and asked strangely, "Danny said you were fat again, and asked you to lose weight?"

Tong Beibei looked at Qin Ling blankly and shook her head.

Qin Ling smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched Tong Beibei's face: "What are you thinking? Still in a daze."

Tong Beibei's heart beat faster and faster.

Qin Ling tilted his head: "Huh?"

Tong Beibei looked at Qin Ling's face, inexplicably, he suddenly noticed Qin Ling's facial features:

The bridge of the nose and the brow bones are high, the jaw is like a knife, and the facial features are deep.

When you don't smile, you will look very imposing. When you smile, there will be a little star in your pupils.

I like to watch him speak, always giving people a very serious and affectionate feeling.

Thin lips, very soft.

Tong Beibei's heart was still beating fast, and she couldn't understand why she suddenly noticed this face that she had to look at countless times a day.

Is it strange?

Haven't you seen it?

But Tong Beibei just watched, staring closely, and moved his gaze down from Qin Ling's three-dimensional brow bone and nose bridge, the tip of the nose, the peak of the lips, and the slightly pursed lips.

Suddenly, Tong Beibei tilted her head and kissed her.

Qin Ling was startled, and lowered his eyes, Tong Beibei didn't close his eyes, just stared at him silently with his four lips pressed together.

Qin Ling kissed Tong Beibei back, put his arms around Tong Beibei's waist, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tong Beibei still looked at Qin Ling, her heart pounding.

How do you say that?

What did Min Heng say last time?

"This kind of accidental encounter and fateful intersection in reality is the most fascinating."

Tong Beibei looked at Qin Ling, and murmured: "Husband, I seem to be a bit over the top."

Qinling:?