When the drama comes

The top-floor office with a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows receives the best light in two places.

One is the desk outside by the window, which belongs to Chu Shangqing.

The other is the chairman's office with two glass walls that allow 180° lighting.

Sitting by the window sometimes makes people feel like they are floating in the air.

Now the best-lit office is dark.

The curtains are closed, and the only source of light is the projector that has not been turned off.

When Chu Shangqing came in, Fu Nanshang was tidying up the sofa facing the projection screen, and he put away a stack of the latest stand-alone games released this month.

He put on the pair of gold-rimmed glasses again, took off his coat, and was only wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up.

When Chu Shangqing came in, he happened to look at the door.

The dim and colorful light shone on his lenses, becoming an alternative decoration.

His eyes naturally passed Fu Nanshang's slightly exposed collarbone after he untied the two openings. Chu Shangqing pressed the switch on the wall to control the curtains, and two rays of autumn sunlight shone in together, bright and open, quickly dispelling everything that would make people feel uncomfortable. The obscurity of people's delusions.

"The invitation to the FST summit has arrived, and it will be next weekend. Are you going this time?"

Fu Nanshang said: "Ask the person in charge of FAY and UG if they will go. If so, I will go to the United States."

FAY is the world's largest game engine development company, and UG is another legendary engine "United Engine" development company. Fu Nanshang has always hoped that Lehai can cooperate with these top manufacturers, and let Lehai lead the development of an independent game engine.

"Okay, Xindao Real Estate also sent a letter today asking if you will participate in FST."

Fu Nanshang started to untie the paper bag he brought back, obviously not interested in Xindao Real Estate.

Chu Shangqing already understood what she meant, and it was enough to give Fu Nanshang a letter after confirming Fu Nanshang's itinerary. As for whether to discuss it alone at that time, it still depends on the sincerity of the other party.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Fu Nanshang actually took out several thermal bags.

"Not yet." Chu Shangqing remembered his sandwich.

"Then let's go together."

Holding the chopsticks between his fingers and handing them to Chu Shangqing, Fu Nanshang picked up a bowl of rice first.

Chu Shangqing was not polite to him either, she was really hungry too.

Fu Nanshang handed her the fish soup in a plastic bowl, and she took it immediately.

The stewed milky fish soup is seasoned with white pepper and celery, and there are actually fried Lipu taro. The warm taste has oily aroma and lingering sweetness.

The fish is also fried, fresh, tender, fragrant and slightly spicy.

Unknowingly, Chu Shangqing drank a large bowl of soup first, and the tip of his nose was already slightly sweaty.

With a little heat on his cheeks, Chu Shangqing unbuttoned his coat.

"M Group's reconstruction plan in the west of the city, Zhuo Nan gave a few guesses. The old foreign street involved the slow relocation of the pharmaceutical factory. Now it seems that the reconstruction is not worth much. The demolition cost of the old light factory district is relatively high. The remaining It’s the Old Commercial Street and Celadon Street.”

Celadon Street is her guess all along, but more people are more optimistic about the old commercial street, after all, the old commercial street is closer to the subway station.

What Chu Shangqing values ​​is that Celadon Street is closer to two tertiary hospitals. M Group wants to build a comprehensive elderly care entity. Traffic considerations are very important, but not the most important. From another perspective, near the subway station Parking is also more difficult.

"Celadon Street, talk to Zhuo Nan, we will focus on Celadon Street." Fu Nanshang did not hesitate.

"What's the reason?"

"My intuition." Fu Nanshang replied affirmatively.

In an instant, although it was absurd, Chu Shangqing still thought of the words "whether the hero in the story is really gifted".

She nodded after taking a bite of the deboned pork roasted with thread and black pepper.

"Okay, I will communicate."

It is also the responsibility of her secretary to take the unbelievable for granted.

The rice bowl covered half of his face, and the light in Fu Nanshang's eyes was properly covered by his glasses.

"Oh, by the way, there is something non-official." After eating and talking about business, Chu Shangqing stopped suddenly when he walked out of the room.

Fu Nanshang, who was about to take off his glasses, stopped his movements.

Chu Shangqing organized his words: "Are you free on Saturday?"

"Have."

"Then you... don't eat in the morning, pick me up at eight o'clock."

"Okay." A second later, Fu Nanshang replied with another word.

……

On Saturday morning, Chu Shangqing, who didn't sleep well, saw Fu Nanshang, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?"

Chu Shangqing dresses very simply. Shirts and high-waisted trousers are professional attire when she goes to work. Usually, she can go out in a sweater and sweatpants. Today, because she is going to be with Fu Nanshang, she is wearing something casual but not too much Childish sweater and skirt.

But Fu Nanshang seems to be dressed too coolly...

"Aren't you cold in just a shirt?" she asked the other party.

Still in the shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, still with the sleeves rolled up, standing in the autumn morning breeze, Fu Nanshang said, "Cold? No."

The tone is very decisive.

Chu Shangqing was still dissatisfied: "The shirts on your body are all made of metal buttons. I'll go back and get you some clothes to change into. I haven't returned the clothes you borrowed from me before after the dry cleaning."

"No need." Fu Nanshang rejected the suggestion with a smile.

Chu Shangqing's brows were still furrowed.

The location of the M Group's renovation has not yet been announced, and the so-called "plot" has not yet begun. Why is it that people I have known for several years have become a little strange?

She whispered with little patience during her non-working hours: "You need to go to the hospital for an examination, especially for the head. I hope you will have an MRI. You have too many metal buttons on your body. It will be very troublesome when you arrive at the hospital." .”

"Hospital? Examination?" In the autumn wind, the handsome and handsome face seemed to have left the greenhouse suddenly, and was devastated by the invisible gust of wind and rain.

"You asked me to come for a medical examination?"

Fu Nanshang lowered his eyes.

"Yes." Chu Shangqing said the words she had prepared a long time ago, "The last time I saw my aunt, she also said that a poker friend's son was only 26 years old and diagnosed with a late-stage brain tumor. I promised her that I would accompany her. You go check it out."

Chu Shangqing didn't lie, there was indeed such a thing, but she had forgotten about it for a few months.

"Okay." The fingers holding the door handle moved before they were released. Fu Nanshang straightened up, "I can go by myself. You wait for me in the car."

"It's still in the closet in the guest room." Chu Shangqing said, and took out his key card from his pocket.

"Ah."

Fu Nanshang uttered a single word and walked away quickly. After a few minutes, he reappeared, not only without the somewhat gorgeous metal button shirt, but also without the metal-rimmed glasses that he loved so much recently.

Chu Shangqing didn't care either, she could bring Fu Nanshang there on Monday.

When he arrived at the hospital, the man went for an examination, and Chu Shangqing was also looking at the results of his previous examination.

Very normal.

There is nothing extra.

The crazy, paranoid woman in the plot who lost herself and was always moved by herself was not controlled by someone transplanting some chip.

Either that "story" is fake and doesn't exist.

Or, as long as her brain can still control her body, she will not let herself be like that, which is her due ability and confidence.

Chu Shangqing thought of Fu Nanshang's recent slight anomaly.

Glancing at the door of the examination room which was still closed, she took out her mobile phone:

"Hello, Doctor Qin, I'm Chu Shangqing... No, it's not that I have encountered any psychological problems recently. It's a friend of mine. His recent behavior is a bit abnormal, and his clothes are more in pursuit of rituals that others can't understand. Be more emotional when talking."

Although it was not working time, Chu Shangqing still tried to play up Fu Nanshang's recent weirdness as much as possible.

Because she knew too well, many subtle changes were magnified into abnormalities in her eyes.

After gaining a high position and weight, Fu Nanshang is mostly like the science man who studied astrophysics in the past. He has no pursuits and hobbies when it comes to dressing. What, lately he always wears a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses.

He seldom does such things as rolling up his shirt sleeves in summer, but now he always rolls up his sleeves when she doesn't notice.

And the neckline, always two buttons undone.

"He also pauses longer when he speaks."

A lazy female voice came out of the phone: "Miss Chu, it's [-]:[-] am on Saturday, are you still single? Is it because you don't know how to enjoy life? You can't even be lazy on such a beautiful weekend. I don’t sleep at all... Ha... Is that friend of yours in love?"

There was a heartbeat.

Chu Shangqing denied: "No, he doesn't have anyone he likes yet."

"It's because of the strong secretion of hormones, and the desire for sex is dominating his thinking, making him subconsciously different." The woman said with a smile, "In other words, he's yearning for spring."

Chu Shangqing suddenly remembered that this psychiatrist was also a follower of Freud, and he always felt that sex could solve 90.00% of the psychological problems in the world*.

If it was the past, Chu Shangqing would have scoffed.

But she just found out not long ago that Fu Nanshang might go crazy for a girl after a while.

She was also a little uncertain.

"How far will this influence go?"

"Hahaha." The woman laughed, "Miss Chu, I know you have always put rationality above emotion, but love murder accounts for 30.00% of all murder lawsuits*, people's desire for sex controls the brain under the influence of hormones , what can’t be done? Just because you can’t, doesn’t mean others can’t.”

Yes, I will not.

Hang up the phone, Chu Shangqing said to herself.

When Fu Nanshang came out of the examination room, he saw her looking down at the phone. The screen of the phone was dark.

The always straight back gently touched the wall of the hospital, as if something had just been lost and could not be found.

Reminds me of a child who lost a balloon for no apparent reason.

"Chu Shangqing."

Chu Shangqing raised his head.

Watching Fu Nanshang walking towards him.

This man will fall in love with a girl.

Then for this girl, he changed into another look.

She has seen his back thousands of times, but one time, she wants to see him leave his own world to embrace others.

Countless moments in the past seven years seem to have become a shadow behind her, behind her, trying to pull her into the abyss of emotional sinking.

But Chu Shangqing chose to straighten her waist.

She is Chu Shangqing.

Fortunately she is.

Her hair covered her cheeks, and she brushed them away with her fingers, revealing a smile.

……

On Monday morning, Chu Shangqing walked into the chairman's office with hundreds of pages of documents.

Steadfast, as always:

"Boss, we need to finish these twelve projects and 21 investment intentions before you lose your mind..."

Fu Nanshang: "..."

The author has something to say:

*Some doctors who believe in Freud too much are like this

* Checked the data of several procuratorates, and chose the minimum value, which has no reference value, just look at it blindly.