"Amu, I want to go to work in Pingjing."

Su Qingyue's words shocked his girlfriend Amu, who filled her mouth with a mouthful of cappuccino milk and was speechless for a long time.

She looked at him blankly. She seemed to be looking at another person, but it was also a very familiar person.

There are many people visiting Starbucks. This is the first Starbucks in Nandu City.

It’s already 2003, but for a small city like Nandu, Starbucks still represents identity.

The people next to him were saying something, but Ah Mu couldn't hear a word.

Seeing that Amu was silent, Su Qingyue added: "They sent me an offer to be the marketing manager. It's a big software company, and their newly established interactive entertainment department is to make online games. I think

This is a great opportunity.”

"oh."

It took a long time before Ah Mou managed to squeeze out the word "oh".

But his face changed obviously.

She was obviously angry. Her slightly baby-fat face was bulging with anger.

He was biting his lip and looked nothing like an adult in his twenties.

She's more like a girl in her late teens, some naive girls.

Especially with the fresh blue and white plaid skirt and those bright and bright eyes.

This is also true. They have been in love since their sophomore year of college and have been together for more than five years now.

Ah Mou has always been like this.

Unlike other girls, she is not vain and doesn't care about money.

Others like to find a boyfriend who owns a car and a house, but she chose Su Qingyue.

A boy who was born in a small town like Huaiwen.

She looks pretty, but there is always an unruly air between her eyebrows.

Su Qingyue grew up in a government compound.

Because of his intelligence, his photographic memory, and his excellent academic performance, he was given various preferential treatment by the school teachers.

Until one day, he maliciously damaged the experimental equipment imported by the school and was expelled.

From being excellent in both character and learning, to being a rotten wood that cannot be carved, it is useless even for one night.

Later, his parents went to great lengths to arrange for him to go to another school.

Su Qingyue gradually learned to behave with his tail between his legs.

But whenever I recall the past.

In addition to being honest about his mistakes, he would also sum up his life by saying, "A man is not a beast and his youth is wasted."

Ah Mou thought of the scene where he made her giggle.

You will feel like you have tamed a beast.

A sense of pride arose spontaneously.

However, her mother strongly opposed their being together because Su Qingyue was from a small city.

Fortunately, A Mou's father is the office director of the Municipal Calligraphy Association.

Su Qingyue also started practicing calligraphy at the age of eight, and started practicing Kuangcao in college.

A copy of Sun Guoting's "Book Book" is a must-have at the bedside.

He then casually wrote a six-foot-wide painting: "I am the Landscape Master of the Qing Dynasty. I was assigned to Shu Kuang by the Heavenly Religion. I once granted coupons for rain and wind, and I borrowed moon stamps from the clouds on my bed. I wrote thousands of poems and drank thousands of cups of wine. How many times have I

I once watched the princes and kings return home carelessly from the Jade Tower and the Golden Tower, and planted plum blossoms to intoxicate Luoyang."

This incident shocked Amu's father.

What's shocking is not that his calligraphy is quite reminiscent of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

What's more important is the uninhibited and free spirit behind this work.

The words are like the person they are!

Amu's father has always been the head of the Yan family.

Later, Su Qingyue joined the city's Metropolis Daily and became a reporter.

It has been more than a year now, and in a few months, Su Qingyue will have an establishment.

The Yan family is also waiting for this day, because men have face when they have a job.

Only then can she be worthy of her own daughter. Of course, this idea is also understandable.

"We will become a full-time employee in August, and there are still a few months left. Once we are established, we can get married."

After a long while, Ah Mou finally spoke.

Su Qingyue felt relieved now. As long as he didn't stop talking and communicated seriously, it would be easy.

"I know, but this is a rare opportunity," he explained. "In the early days of reform and opening up, those who seized the opportunity, even if they were not very capable, could still make a lot of money. The technologies that emerged in the late 1990s

Rich people, even more so..."

"Wait, what does this have to do with you?"

As usual, Amu interrupted him coldly.

Calmness has always been one of her strengths, Su Qingyue often told herself this before.

But he doesn't know why, but recently he often feels that there is still a bit of meanness in his calmness.

A kind of constraint that makes people unable to let go.

"Of course it does matter. Why can't we do it when they can do it? Princes, generals and ministers would rather have the guts! I went to Pingjing this time and saw that those giants are entering this field. Their sense of smell must be very sensitive, and I

My observation is that in an era, in fifteen to twenty years, a group of people will stand up, and I hope that person is myself."

"How can you make a fortune by making games? Have you ever seen people who make games make a fortune? Do we have such people around us? On the contrary, what we see is more people who lose their minds while playing with things. I don't understand why they would ask you to be the marketing manager.

"Amu placed the Coke heavily on the table, her expression became increasingly ugly, and she looked a little childish.

"I can do a lot. I know the media better. I know how to do marketing. I have the corresponding experience. Because when an industry rises, related industries, including the media, will also rise. In this case, they need professional personnel.

So I sent my resume to them that day.”

"Do you mean you think you are rich?" Amu sneered.

"Don't laugh at me, okay?" Su Qingyue, who comes from a small city, has been suppressed by Amu to some extent, but recently he has become more and more uncomfortable. Today he finally couldn't help it anymore and said: "

Let me tell you seriously, I really want to go, no matter what the cost."

"Not only that, you will also lose your status, which is what my parents care about the most." Amu reminded him, quite threateningly.

The more she spoke, the calmer she became, but she also became colder and colder.

Su Qingyue knew that she was really angry.

But feel free to be angry, he was really driven crazy by the boring style of the newspaper group.

Sometimes when walking on the road after get off work, he would even envy the cleaners.

"My work can exhaust my energy no matter what!"

He felt that he was like a fish in a fish tank, he could eat but not be free.

But none of this matters.

The important thing is that Su Qingyue recently went to Pingjing.

Discovered the important changes taking place in the world.

As people in small cities, they obviously did not notice these changes.

They still live in the infancy of weaving.

"Do you think our relationship can't compare to the same organization?" Su Qingyue finally asked.

"..."

This question actually stunned Ah Mu.

Admittedly, she was very angry now because she felt that Su Qingyue didn't tell her before making this decision;

Secondly, I thought that they were about to get married and they only needed to get the official establishment. How could they just go to Pingjing?

She really couldn't accept the difficult problem that Su Qingyue suddenly raised today.

But if you really want to say that their relationship is not worthy of a formal arrangement, it is not that great.

I was stunned for a long time.

She finally came to her senses: "Without a plan, my parents would not agree to us being together."

"So you asked me to choose one of the two?" Su Qingyue was shocked that Amu would use this kind of thing to remind herself.
To be continued...