Two-dimensional society may also fall in love!

Candleside is in the same line in terms of work efficiency. From technical projects to annual meeting planning, it is planned in stages, and preparations start very early to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Every rehearsal is at noon on Friday, which has become a weekly torture for Ruan Cunyun.

The first few times were fine, everyone was discussing and stringing together words, reading the manuscript, and walking a few times would be enough to go home.But this time, Lao Yu pointed to the schedule and said, OK, everyone’s reading is fine. Now let’s simulate the part of interacting with the audience on the spot.

Before Ruan Cunyun had time to suffocate, he heard Lao Yu calling him and a hostess by name: "Xiao Ruan, Xiao He, you two have a try."

Ruan Cunyun walked with heavy steps, walked to the center of the stage with Xiao He, while Lao Yu and others stood under the stage as the audience.

Old Yu said: "Let's start with a simple one. What if the microphone breaks down in the middle of your speech? Xiao Ruan will try it first."

Ruan Cunyun stood in the center of the stage holding the microphone, his brain was spinning rapidly but couldn't move, and there were many repeated sentences floating in his mind: "Who am I, where am I, what should I do?"

There was silence, Ruan Cunyun stared blankly at the audience for a long time, and finally said dryly: "Hello everyone... There is something wrong with the microphone, please stay calm."

Lao Yu laughed directly: "Your microphone is broken, do you think these people can hear you?"

Ruan Cunyun was stunned: "Oh, yes..."

Xiao He next to him couldn't bear to watch anymore, so he naturally handed the microphone in his hand to Ruan Cunyun: "You can quietly signal to the prop master first, if the other party doesn't see it, you can borrow it from me first, and we will share one in turn."

Ruan Cunyun suddenly said: "It's so smart, why didn't I think of it."

A boy named Lu Shan, who wrote the speech, stood in the audience and added: "You can also say some witty words, such as, 'The show just now was so amazing, the microphone was too shocked to speak, I have to change it quickly Step off the stage slowly!' Although it was a bit awkward, the live effect was good, and the audience didn't feel embarrassed when they smiled."

Ruan Cunyun was very modest: "I have been taught."

After simulating it again, Ruan Cunyun rounded up the situation a little bluntly, and this question was considered passed.

Old Yu asked a new one: "Let's try this. If the next link that is about to start requires a leader to appear, but the other party will take a few minutes to arrive, what should you do? Xiao Ruan should come first."

Ruan Cunyun was uncertain: "Tell everyone, the leader is a few minutes late due to something, please wait a moment?"

Before Lao Yu could speak, Lu Shan became impatient.

He rushed onto the stage one step away, leaned against the edge of the stage and said, "How can the leader embarrass himself in front of so many people? Of course, it is necessary to delay the time first, such as telling the audience a talk show, such as impromptu performances , or make a small game or something. Just wait until the leader arrives."

After Lu Shan finished speaking, he also casually played a short cross talk, which made everyone quack.

Ruan Cunyun also laughed, but there was bitterness in the smile.

That's how he is called a host, he is at best a voice assistant!

After being tortured for several more rounds, Ruan Cunyun was in a bad mood.He was like a primary school student who entered the college entrance examination room by mistake, answering the papers indiscriminately, with a circle of top students in the college entrance examination sitting beside him to help him, and finally barely passed.

"The others are fine." Old Yu coughed, "Xiao Ruan needs to strengthen his on-the-spot response."

Ruan Cunyun lowered his head: "Okay."

"It's okay, just practice more, you can do it." Old Yu smiled and clapped his hands, "Let's try again next week."

This week's rehearsal was over, but Ruan Cunyun didn't feel relaxed at all, but became more and more heavy.

The opportunity to show oneself that others dream of, has become a huge burden for Ruan Cunyun.

He has been pretending so well that even the colleagues around him think that he is lively, cheerful and able to talk, but they don't know that this is an illusion created by exhausting all his energy.As a result, he got farther and farther away from this disguised image, and was gradually elevated to a place beyond his control.

But Ruan Cunyun does not have the word "give up" in his dictionary. Life is always jointed like bamboo.

Maybe this is an opportunity given to him by God, so that he can truly calmly face the crowd.

Anyway, before the next week's rehearsal, Ruan Cunyun wants to do his best so that everyone can see his progress.

Ruan Cunyun returned to the Ministry of Science and Technology and sat back at the computer desk, deeply feeling that this is the job he likes.

Only face the rational code, and the communication with colleagues is also around the project, which is much better than hosting.

In contrast to the torment at noon, work in the afternoon is as enjoyable as a fish back in water.

I don't know what time it is in the afternoon. Anyway, Ruan Cunyun was completely absorbed in the project, typing on the keyboard with all his heart, completely oblivious to the gradually noisy voices around him.

There were several sounds of "噗啦", several bouquets of fireworks were scattered from the sky, and several executives shouted in unison: "Happy birthday, Mr. Qin!"

Ruan Cunyun raised his head in surprise, and saw the colorful streamers falling on Qin Fanglu's shoulders. His expression was a little helpless, but the happy smile clearly couldn't be hidden.

Is today Qin Fanglu's birthday?

Ruan Cunyun and his colleagues stood up together, watching Sister Rain pushing out a big cake from the corridor, feeling strange in his heart.

I can't tell the reason, but Ruan Cunyun is not feeling well anyway, and feels a little blocked.

Qin Fanglu celebrated his birthday, but he didn't know it.

He was a little annoyed, he didn't know about it himself, he was so caught off guard, he didn't even have a gift.

On the other hand, why didn't Qin Fanglu tell himself his birthday?

What the other employees knew, Ruan Cunyun didn't know. He had the illusion that he was kept in the dark.

The organizers of the birthday surprise were several supervisors of the science and technology department. They rolled out the cake, and the others naturally knew what to do. They all stopped what they were doing and gathered around Qin Fanglu to sing happy birthday to him.

Ruan Cunyun stood in the crowd and sang with the others.

He saw Qin Fanglu glance at him and smiled at him.

After singing a song, Sister Rain clapped her hands and said, "Okay! Mr. Qin, make a wish!"

Qin Fanglu stood upright in front of the cake, with a relaxed tone: "My real birthday hasn't arrived yet, I can't do it today, it will take two days."

Colleagues burst into laughter, saying Mr. Qin was "too disrespectful".

Ruan Cunyun was taken aback, it turned out that today is not President Qin's birthday, so when will it be?

Qin Fanglu went on to say: "Birthday wishes have to be made on my birthday, but today is Friday, so I can make a wish on Friday."

Amid everyone's laughter, Qin Fanglu said: "First of all, I wish you all a happy Friday. After eating the cake, you can get off work. Secondly, I wish you every day as happy as Friday afternoon, although this is unlikely. Finally, I still want to wish Zhufang better and better, and get better and better with everyone."

It was a perfect leadership speech, down to earth, with a little joke in it, caring for colleagues, and finally settled in the company.

Qin Fanglu took the knife, cut the first knife on the cake body, and continued: "Thank you for the birthday surprise everyone, Qin accepted it and liked it very much. But I hope that I will not pull this kind of ribbon in the future. It is not environmentally friendly, and the cleaning lady will be very hard."

A supervisor shook his head with a smile and joked, "Our President Qin is still so puzzled."

Qin Fanglu smiled: "Occasionally."

Friday afternoon is already easy, and this cake party just happened to be when I was about to get off work, so I could really leave after eating.

Before the colleagues left, they all ran to Qin Fanglu's desk and said "Happy Birthday" and "Goodbye, President Qin" to him, and Qin Fanglu said "thank you" to them.

The cake is chocolate-flavored, with a thick layer of chocolate sauce, which is weird.

Ruan Cunyun ate it mouthful, and felt a bit bitter. He didn't finish eating until his colleagues left halfway.

Qin Fanglu gave a cake to each of the cleaning aunts, and said "hard work" to them.

Xiao Berry also took her bag and left, before she greeted Ruan Cunyun: "Xiao Yun is not leaving?"

Ruan Cunyun held up the cake: "I haven't finished eating yet."

Xiao Berry smiled and said, "You usually have a big appetite when you eat, but such a small piece of dessert can't handle it.

.I'm leaving first, bye! "

There were only a few people left in the office. Ruan Cunyun swallowed the last piece of cake, threw the plate away, and walked to Qin Fanglu's desk to stand still.

"President Qin, happy birthday."

After Ruan Cunyun finished speaking, he didn't leave.

Qin Fanglu dragged a chair over to ask Ruan Cunyun to sit down, but Ruan Cunyun insisted on standing.

"Today is not my birthday." Qin Fanglu said, "Sunday is."

"In the past, my birthday was always on a working day, and they would prepare a cake for me on my birthday. This year it is not on a working day, so I didn't expect them to prepare it in advance."

Ruan Cunyun said "oh".

Qin Fanglu looked at him and patted the chair lightly: "You're tired from standing, sit down."

Ruan Cunyun still didn't move, but his tone softened, and he sounded aggrieved: "Why didn't you tell me about your birthday?"

The words themselves had a deep meaning, coupled with the tone, Qin Fanglu smacked silently, the more he smacked, the more sour and sweet he felt from the bottom of his heart.

Qin Fanglu asked him, "Can I tell you?"

Is Ruan Cunyun shallow-minded, or is he answering instinctively: "Why not?"

"What can I expect after I tell you?"

"A lot!" Ruan Cunyun counted on his fingers, "Gifts, cakes, blessings... There are a lot of things to prepare."

Overwhelmed with joy, Qin Fanglu couldn't hold back his smile at all: "Are you ready for everyone like this?"

Ruan Cunyun was taken aback, and blurted out: "Of course not."

Ruan Cunyun would make careful preparations for those three dead houses celebrating their birthdays.

After finishing speaking, Ruan Cunyun's face turned red, and he repeated in a panic: "No! I'm not..."

Qin Fanglu smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked: "It turns out that I can already enjoy such a high standard of treatment."

Only then did Ruan Cunyun realize that his deep thoughts had been leaked to the point where his underwear was gone, so he hurriedly made up for it: "No, it's just because birthdays are very important!"

"Well, birthday is very important." Qin Fanglu smiled, his heart was too sweet, and he stopped teasing this fool who threw himself into a trap.

"So do you have time on Sunday? It's my birthday."

Ruan Cunyun said "I have time".

"Do you want to come to my birthday party?" Qin Fanglu added, "No other colleagues have a private invitation."

Ruan Cunyun rubbed his ears: "Come."

After agreeing, he realized that he was hasty. The words "private invitation" far outweighed the threat brought to him by "party".

President Qin's birthday party must invite at least one hundred and eighty business leaders, right?

"Party..." Ruan Cunyun mustered up the courage to ask, "How many people are there?"

"two."

Ruan Cunyun: "Huh?"

Qin Fang told him the number: "You, me."

Ruan Cunyun didn't reply for a while, he heard his heartbeat gradually increasing.

"The party location...is at my house." Qin Fanglu continued, "We just stay at home all day and don't go anywhere."

"Do you want to come?"

After asking this question, Qin Fanglu didn't know what to do, he was afraid that his steps would be too big and it would be a joke.

Fishing with a straight hook, everyone can see what he is thinking.

Two people in one room, can that be called a party?

Qin Fanglu was so proud of Ruan Cunyun's jealous complaint just now, and accidentally said an invitation that was too personal.

Ruan Cunyun lowered his head: "Do you still remember the last time you were on the plane, you said you wanted to introduce me to the three cats at home?"

Qin Fanglu was taken aback for a moment, remembering this, and then the corners of his mouth twitched.

He knew that Ruan Cunyun agreed.

Sure enough, Ruan Cunyun asked: "Is it still counting now? I want to pet cats."

"It counts." Qin Fanglu sold the cat without hesitation, "I'll wash them all and let them wait for His Majesty Ruan to flip the sign."

The day before the birthday, the three cats were sent to the pet care shop to be bathed and trimmed, and Qin Fanglu cleaned the house

Once again, all the unworthy things were thrown into the bedroom by Qin Fanglu.

At zero o'clock, Ruan Cunyun sent Qin Fanglu a "Happy Birthday". Qin Fanglu read it ten times with his mobile phone in his arms. Even the dream tasted like chocolate.

On his birthday, Ruan Cunyun arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time, carrying a gift box in his left hand and a cake in his right hand, and rang Qin Fanglu's doorbell with the tip of his chin.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Qin Fanglu opened the door.He was wearing dark home clothes and looked like he wouldn't go out all day. Ruan Cunyun was in a trance for a moment, thinking he saw an otaku just like himself.

Ruan Cunyun said face to face again: "Happy birthday."

Qin Fanglu naturally took the two boxes and put them aside, and put the slippers at Ruan Cunyun's feet.

"You said it three times in total, my birthday is already too happy."

Open the gift, inside is a set of razors.

It's a very suitable gift for men. It's even and stable, but Qin Fanglu is still very happy.

Qin Fanglu's house is very large, with a spacious living room, and the decoration style is just like his own, simple and elegant, with luxurious details.

There is a set of cat climbing frames by the window. When the three cats saw a stranger coming, they vigilantly climbed on the high place and looked at this fresh human being.

Ruan Cunyun was a little restless at first, but his eyes were all attracted by the three cats, and he felt that they were fatter than Qin Fanglu's previous profile picture.

"Can I touch it?" Ruan Cunyun looked at Qin Fanglu with longing eyes.

"Of course." Qin Fanglu agreed happily. "Isn't that one of the themes of the day?"

"What are they called?"

Qin Fanglu was stuck, and it took a few seconds before he said, "Xiao Hei, Xiao Ju, Xiao Hua."

Ruan Cunyun yelled "Little Orange" at the fat orange, and the orange cat uncle licked his paws on the mat, glanced at him lightly, and turned his head indifferently.

Qin Fanglu directly carried the cat and put it into Ruan Cunyun's arms, and said calmly, "He can't understand my name."

"Cats are like this." Ruan Cunyun hugged the fat cat into his arms, rubbed his soft belly, and reservedly did not bury his head in the fur to suck, "Xiaoju is so cute!"

"Did you buy them all at the pet store?"

"I picked them all up." Qin Fanglu sat cross-legged on the sofa, and the black cat jumped over smoothly and nestled into the crook of Qin Fanglu's legs naturally, "Huo... this orange cat is the youngest, but now it is the oldest cat. Fat."

"Ah." Ruan Cunyun pinched the orange cat's meat pad, "Where did you pick it up?"

Qin Fanglu held the black cat in his hands: "Some are homeless in the community, and some are abandoned by others. Xiaoju eats everything and is very good at eating, so when she first picked it up, she was in good health. But Xiaohei was thin It’s small, and it’s also very afraid of people. After raising it for a long time, it has become the most clingy now.”

The black and white milk cat rubbed past Ruan Cunyun, and Ruan Cunyun hugged it and said, "You guys are really lucky to meet Mr. Qin."

"Their masters are luckier than them," Qin Fanglu said.

Ruan Cunyun glanced at him quickly, pretending not to understand.

Even if there are only two people, the atmosphere is not awkward at all.Ruan Cunyun stretched out the cat teasing stick to play with the cat, sighing that this is the perfect weekend.

The two ate cake after lunch, because there were only two of them, they both agreed not to sing the birthday song, Ruan Cunyun couldn't save face singing, and Qin Fanglu couldn't save face listening to it.

"But I didn't make a wish in the company, but I will make it today." Qin Fanglu put his hands together and closed his eyes looking at the cake.

"I hope--"

Ruan Cunyun interrupted him: "You can't say it, it won't work if you say it."

Qin Fanglu raised his eyelids with a smile, and quickly closed them again: "Okay, then I won't say anything."

Ruan Cunyun was a little sleepy after eating and drinking, and sat on the sofa too lazy to move.

Qin Fanglu asked him: "What do you usually do on weekends at home?"

Ruan Cunyun hesitated and said, "Uh, read a book, check a computer... What about you, what do you usually do?"

This time it was Qin Fanglu's turn to hesitate, he said: "Occasionally draw..."

"Painting?" Ruan Cunyun sat up straight, "You know how to draw?"

?If I had known earlier, I would have given painting tools as a birthday present! "

"You can save it for next year." Qin Fanglu raised his eyebrows, "Do you like it? I can draw you a picture."

"Okay, okay." Ruan Cunyun said.

Qin Fanglu stood up, opened a door, came out after a while, took a few pieces of paper and pencils, and closed the door behind his back.

The door was pitch black, and Ruan Cunyun couldn't see anything.

"What pose do you want to pose?" Qin Fanglu asked, "You can take a book to read, you don't have to stay still, it will be natural."

Ruan Cunyun naturally listened to Qin Fanglu's suggestion, picked out a detective book from a row of serious books on the bookshelf, and sat in the middle of the sofa to read it.

Qin Fanglu moved a small stool and sat opposite, the pencil rustling down on the paper.

Ruan Cunyun turned the pages of the book, but couldn't read anything. From time to time, he sneaked a glance at Qin Fanglu, and then at the mysterious door closed by Qin Fanglu.

Qin Fanglu noticed his gaze and asked, "Which room are you looking at?"

After being caught, Ruan Cunyun coughed embarrassingly: "Sorry, because it's locked, I'm a little curious."

Qin Fanglu said generously, "That's my bedroom."

Then he asked, "Do you want to go in?"

This question is a bit blatant. The bedroom is a very suggestive place, especially when two people are alone in the same room, and the feelings between the two are surging.

Qin Fanglu always flirts with each other from time to time, making it difficult for Ruan Cunyun to resist.

His face was almost buried in the detective book, shaking: "I don't want to."

Qin Fanglu continued to ask: "Do you think about it for the time being or not in the future?"

Ruan Cunyun looked up from the book, the cover was almost torn by him, and his earlobes were so red that blood vessels could be seen.

"...Don't ask me."

"Okay, don't ask any more." Qin Fanglu apologized with a smile, without any hint of remorse in his tone.

In fact, Qin Fanglu breathed a sigh of relief silently, it would be unsafe not to speak out.

If Ruan Cunyun wanted to go in, it would be completely impossible.

The game console comic books and posters that were swept out of the living room were all piled up in the bedroom. Just now, in order to find drawing paper, he opened several drawers in a hurry, but he didn't have time to close them back.

Ruan Cunyun was anxious to avoid this blushing topic.

"I know... It doesn't count as knowing, anyway, I just know a friend, a girl, who can also draw, and she draws very well."

"Oh." Qin Fanglu asked casually while writing, "What genre does she paint?"

This question stumped Ruan Cunyun.

He recalled the pictures that Mr. Dan had sent, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find a genre, and he almost thought of himself as hot.

Ruan Cunyun finally squeezed out a sentence: "I don't know, anyway, I think it's a work of art!"

"A work of art." Qin Fanglu repeated, "Then my paintings must not be as good as it is."

Ruan Cunyun asked: "What are you painting now?"

Qin Fanglu kept his hands on: "I'm drawing a sketch now, and I haven't drawn for a long time."

"Then what do you usually paint?" Ruan Cunyun continued to ask.

The pencil paused for a moment, and Qin Fanglu recalled the things in his computer and drawers, and the only word to describe it was "unsightly".

Qin Fanglu finally squeezed out a sentence: "If you can't explain clearly, just scribble."

Ruan Cunyun laughed when he heard the words: "But you like painting very much, right? When I see you painting, your eyes are different from usual."

"What kind of look is that?" Qin Fanglu raised his eyelids and looked at him, smiling.

"I can't tell." Ruan Cunyun leaned on the sofa and twisted his body slightly, as if thinking, "Yes, it's very gentle."

"I'm usually fierce, right?" Qin Fanglu said, and then replied to Ruan Cunyun's last question, "I really like painting."

Qin Fanglu did not deny this.

"No wonder when I was dancing, you said it was a very happy thing to have a favorite hobby." Ruan Cunyun's memory is outstanding, "I am so envious of people who can draw, who can express their imagined pictures."

"but you

After you really know how to draw, you will find that you will be troubled by the inability to fully express your ideas through painting. "Qin Fanglu's voice was very calm.

"However, if someone can understand what you want to express from a flat painting, that's the happiest part."

The two chatted word by word, and the cat purred next to them. The atmosphere was very peaceful, which made people feel very comfortable.

Later, the conversation became more and more sparse, and Ruan Cunyun slowly closed his eyes listening to the rustling of paper and pens.

Qin Fanglu watched the afternoon sun pour into the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on Ruan Cunyun's sleeping wings like pieces of golden feathers.

Ruan Cunyun leaned on the sofa, sleeping very quietly, reminding Qin Fanglu of him sleeping in his lounge, reminding him of spring, of the breeze, of the only peach blossom garden in the chaotic world, of many beautiful things, of all tenderness Sum.

When Ruan Cunyun suddenly woke up, he found that it was getting late, and he was lying on his side on a soft sofa, covered with a blanket, with an orange cat curled up at his feet, and there was the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen, and there was a burst of aroma.

Plain and plain, like the most pyrotechnic slice in a long life.

Qin Fanglu came out of the kitchen with two bowls of claypot rice, and glanced at Ruan Cunyun: "Are you awake?"

Ruan Cunyun rubbed his hair embarrassingly, jumped off the sofa, and was busy helping Qin Fanglu clean up the table and serve the dishes.

It was clearly Qin Fanglu's birthday, but it turned out that the birthday star was busy.

I didn't expect Qin Fanglu's cooking to be so delicious. It's not a sophisticated dish, but it's very homely and delicious.

A day passed like this, without riding a horse or soaking in hot springs, but Ruan Cunyun felt happier than ever before.

When sending Ruan Cunyun home, Qin Fanglu stuffed the painting he drew today into his hands: "It's not very pretty, so please bear with me."

"Give it to me?" Ruan Cunyun said pleasantly, ready to open it after receiving it.

Qin Fanglu immediately pressed his hand and said, "We'll see when we go home."

Back home scratching his head, Ruan Cunyun unfolded the drawing paper under the light.

A pencil drawing of a boy sleeping peacefully on a sofa with a kitten sleeping next to him and two others playing on top of the sofa.

There is a window behind, and outside the window are blooming flower trees.

There is an elegant signature in the lower right corner: Qin.

Ruan Cunyun hugged and looked at it for a long time, his heart swelled and warmed.

He thought to himself that Boss Qin is really modest, and he clearly draws so beautifully.

Prepared to keep it carefully, Ruan Cunyun suddenly found a line written on the back of the drawing paper——

[My eyes are different from usual, not because I am painting, but because I am painting you. 】