bucket list

Chapter 19

"It's not my turn to say this, it's a requirement that your immediate leaders should arrange, but since we met today..."

Zong Chi stood in front of a row of trembling college students—some of them had just graduated and were on probationary period, and some of them were still interns. At this moment, all of them shrugged their shoulders slightly, looked up at him hesitantly, and quickly moved away after meeting their eyes. look.

"I know that you are used to it in school. Whether it's homework or reports, you have one, two, or three chances to revise. A job can do 80.00% of the time, and some people even reach 3%. It doesn’t meet this requirement.” There was a large stack of A[-] data printouts spread out in front of him, and several mistakes were circled on the surface—these reports would not have been handed over to him directly from the interns, but the colleague in charge of bringing in newcomers happened to be After two consecutive days of sick leave, Zong Chi simply went out and asked for the data to check by himself.

"Then, just wait for the teacher to correct you, give comments, and then revise. But the company is not such a place. In the workplace, you will be responsible for the emails and documents you send out, even if you sign your name. If so In a twenty-page report, if there is one spelling mistake, I can still consider it negligence, but if there are two, it means that this thing is not up to standard, not up to the level of being signed, and it is far from being published. Qualifications."

"I know that some of you are just here to mix up the content of your resume. I understand this, and of course I don't have any opinions. But for those who don't want to waste a few months, I suggest that you usually use your brains and think about work. How to achieve the best efficiency and results is the best, and usually observe how the seniors around you do."

Zong Chiyue said that the office was so quiet that one could hear a paper clip drop, and even the open cubicle outside held his breath.Zong Chi felt that he didn't speak seriously, and couldn't figure out what was going on with the little girl's crying expression.

Thanks to the phone ringing at this moment, Zong Chi looked down and quickly said, "Okay, take the report back first, and go back to listen to the arrangements of the department leaders."

A group of students fled from the general manager's office, closed the door softly, and started whispering after a few steps.

A girl let out a long breath and sighed, "It's so scary."

"It's so strict," another boy echoed. "I've never heard him talk so much before. I really thought I was going to be expelled, and I was thinking about how to deal with the school tutor."

The girl before said with a bitter face: "I don't feel so handsome now."

Another said: "No, just be serious, isn't it charming?"

"No, I'll be scared to death every day like this, it's not good for my heart."

However, behind their closed door, where no one could see, Zong Chi answered the phone and immediately changed his attitude 180 degrees.He used a playful tone that must be strange to his colleagues, and asked with a raised voice: "Hey, what instructions does the leader have?"

"Come over after get off work today?" Jian Changche asked.

The intimacy and tacit understanding in this question made Zong Chi stunned for a moment, and did not answer for a moment.Jian Changche didn't notice it, and asked with some doubts: "Aren't you coming?"

"Here." Zong Chi walked around the office half a circle with one hand on his hip, and said willfully, "Actually, I'm fine now, you can come here now."

"Don't worry," Jian Changche said, "When you come over from get off work, buy something, and I'll transfer your money through WeChat."

However, Zong Chi couldn't sit still anymore, and hastily took his coat to leave early.Before going out, he was stopped by an intern, who said that he would make up the updated data within today and strictly correct the mistakes.Zong Chi was about to nod his head in agreement, but after thinking for a while, he said, "Don't worry. If you're not sure, you can check it again the next morning. That way the perspective is fresher and your mind is clearer, so it's easy to find things you missed before."

The intern nodded repeatedly.

Zong Chi skipped shift for an hour, bought dozens of balloons and automatic inflators with the list given by Jian Changche, and went to the parking lot on the side of the inpatient building.While inflating, he calmly accepted the onlookers. Within 10 minutes, he was done. He tied all the balloons into a bunch, walked to a certain window, and gently let go of his hand.

The balloon went up slowly, one after another, and the windows of each floor poked their heads out.Jian Changche happened to look out of the window unintentionally, and was shocked: "It's so early."

While complaining about Zong Chi's failure to say hello in advance, he quickly ran up the stairwell in three steps at a time.When Jian Changche rushed to the door of a certain ward, the girl in the hospital and her friends were already screaming and taking pictures.

Seeing that the balloon was about to float away, Jian Changche strode into the ward, rushed to the window, grabbed the window sill to reach out, and accurately dragged the tail of the balloon tether.The girl friend who came to visit was still holding up her mobile phone, padded her feet and kept looking downstairs.

"Who is it? Who is it?" The girl on the hospital bed kept asking.

"Be careful not to drop your phone." Jian Changche reminded lazily.

The girl on the hospital bed was going crazy with excitement: "What a coincidence! My favorite movie has this plot in it!"

"I didn't look at it. It seems that there are crowds watching. I don't know who released the balloon." Her friend poked her head out of the window for a long time, and almost killed the girl trapped in the hospital bed. "I really didn't see anyone I knew. , if you don’t believe me, I’ll take a picture for you.”

She walked back from the window to the hospital bed, and smiled narrowly: "Could it be someone who hid after releasing the balloon, I'm sorry."

"No, it won't."

"It's for you." Jian Changche tied the balloon to the anti-fall railing under the window sill, untied a card from it and handed it to the two of them.

The two heads immediately looked at the content of the card together, but the girl's name and "I wish a speedy recovery" were simply written on it.The girl frowned after reading the card, and said suspiciously: "Cheche couldn't have done it. I told Cheche that balloons floating outside the hospital bed window are very romantic."

Jian Changche spread his hands: "I was next door just now, I was on the seventh floor in one breath, how could I run so fast."

"And in the movie, there is a basket hanging under the balloon, and there is a puppy in it." The girl laughed, "Isn't that you?"

Jian Changche shrugged noncommittally.

So she blushed again and muttered, "Who is that..."

The two girls twittered together like birds again, and Jian Changche waved her hand: "Just take pictures, don't make too much noise to the neighbors."

He walked out the door smartly, instead of taking the elevator, he jumped down three steps and went downstairs.Sure enough, the instigator, Zong Chi, was leisurely standing in front of the coffee shop where he used to line up, and the awning just formed a blind spot for viewing from upstairs.

"Your mobility is a little too sudden." Jian Changche said, "Where did you play the balloon, and I told you to come over with you."

"It's right here," Zong Chi said indifferently, and Jian Changche noticed that there were sporadic onlookers looking at him.

"Soon, with this air gun, one every second." Zong Chi raised his eyebrows triumphantly at the air gun in the corner.

Jian Changche was convinced, and asked again: "How much?"

"How much?" Zong Chi pretended to be stupid, "Sir, are you going to take me out in broad daylight?"

Jian Chang was too lazy to be poor with him, and stood beside the team, feeling ridiculous in her heart - so just now Zong Chi dressed like this, playing balloons in this open space where people come and go?

Zong Chi finally got to the front of the line and bought some coffee. When he turned his head, he found Jian Changche leaning against the outer wall of the building with his arms folded in a daze.

As soon as he folded his arms, the lines of his chest muscles and arms became more obvious, and he looked delicious.Zong Chi leaned a little closer on purpose, and said in a molesting tone to his ears, "Brother, are you alone? It's not impossible to appear on the stage."

Jian Changche looked at him with raised eyebrows, his eyes were amused and helpless, and then he raised his chin to the other side.Zong Chi subconsciously followed his signs and looked over, and saw a little boy sitting alone by the flower bed, with his knees side by side, holding his legs in ecstasy.

Zong Chi didn't understand, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look at him." Jian Changche said again.

Zong Chi observed the unremarkable boy again—he was wearing a yellowed loose shirt and sneakers, with thin arms and legs, and his trousers looked empty.His hair was quite long, hanging limply on his forehead, and curled around his neck.

"So thin." Zong Chi sighed.

"He was bullied and threatened at school or at home," Jian Changche asserted, "by teachers or parents."

"Ah?" Zong Chi was stunned, "How do you know, you know him?"

"I tried to talk to him, I asked him, but he wouldn't talk."

Zong Chi looked back and forth between the boy and Jian Changche several times in surprise, but still didn't quite understand, and asked, "How do you know?"

"Look at his elbows, they are full of red marks, his knees are also worn out, and there are red marks around his wrists and neck, which are too obvious. His hair is so long to cover the wound. But there is one The hair in this place is very short, you see, it was shaved off by sewing wounds." Jian Changche casually pointed to a few places, and said: "Although you don't need to look at these places to know, these are just proofs."

Zong Chi was stunned when he heard this, and asked again: "Then why wasn't he bullied by his classmates, or accidentally injured in a fight with a neighbor's kid? Boys at this age are very naughty."

"It must be a teacher or a parent, or an adult. It must be a person whose strength and authority are far from his. I have seen this kind of thing too much, and children who are bullied are like this. You can judge it from their eyes and walking posture." Jian Changche said quickly, "I asked him if he was being bullied, and I said I could help him, but he refused to say. That evasive tangled eyes, that expression of fear and cringe, but more shame, a kind of It may have been molested by relatives at home, such as uncles and stepfathers. But due to the authority of the other party, for example, he is dependent on others, or for the sake of his mother's life, I dare not say. From this point of view, being bullied by a teacher Possibly, but not likely."

Zong Chi was completely dumbfounded - just observed at a glance, as to draw such a detailed and dark inference, but he couldn't say that.After being silent for a long time, Zong Chi finally asked with the most stable voice he could at the moment: "So where do you see a lot, the orphanage?"

Jian Changche turned to look at him, with a calm expression on his face: "Otherwise, how do you think I honed my fighting skills?"

Zong Chi was shocked, as if being poured head-on by a basin of ice water.But what is more dazzling is Jian Changche's expression - that kind of natural, calm, not hurt attitude at all, that kind of calm and resignation that is so sensible that it makes people worry.

He suddenly remembered that Jian Changche had said before that when he was a child, he hoped that a magical psychiatrist would come out of the sky and cure everything that was not going well, just because there were too many bad things.At that time, he only thought that Jian Changche was referring to the traumatic experience of the death of all his family members after the car accident, but he didn't know that there was this layer of torture on top of that.

Zong Chi didn't know what kind of expression he showed, but Jian Changche immediately showed dissatisfaction: "What kind of eyes do you have, you motherfucker."

Zong Chi stared at him for a while, then suddenly opened his arms and hugged him.

Jian Changche panicked at this moment, and whispered, "What are you doing! Let go, let go!"

He was extremely embarrassed, he didn't dare to look left and right, and tried hard to break free from this domineering restraint, but Zong Chi used all his strength.Jian Changche's face flushed slightly, and he stammered again: "Fat, what nerves."

Zong Chi sooner or later discovered that, compared to tough confrontation, Jian Changche was very difficult to deal with such soft aggression and obvious overtures—he was so shy that he wanted to run away, so Zong Chi pushed harder and tightened his grip arm.He looked at the hot auricles in front of his eyes, and his heart was sour and sweet, almost dying.

Jian Changche gritted her teeth, and said in a vicious voice: "Is that enough, I warn you..."

Zong Chi waited for a long time, but still didn't get the content of the "warning", so he acted boldly and kissed Jian Changche resoundingly on the forehead.

Jian Changche was extremely astonished, turned his head like a leopard, his brows were fierce and murderous, but they were all resolved by the red ears.

"Small, be careful of being beaten." Jian Changche clenched his fists and threatened ferociously.

Zong Chi let go of his hand pretending to be afraid, and Jian Changche immediately moved three steps away from him, pulling at the hem of his clothes awkwardly.The hospital is the place where there is no shortage of farewell and true feelings. Kissing the forehead is not too extreme. In fact, not many people pay attention to them.

Jian Changche glared at him angrily, Zong Chi had an innocent face, and his eyes were filled with a strange emotion that he couldn't distinguish.Jian Changche had nowhere to get angry, and after a while he sighed unwillingly, then turned his head to look at the child sitting alone not far away, and Zong Chi was watching him behind him.