He Xuan has always been orderly in both life and work.
As the assistant to the president of a unicorn company, she represents the profession itself to a certain extent.
So on the interface of the portable work computer, the folders are divided into clean parts.
Meeting documents, schedules, project documents, company information, personal affairs, reference documents, etc.
Through reasonable folder classification, work efficiency can be improved, and various tedious daily tasks can be quickly located and managed.
After just a few clicks, Wen Jue lost interest in her computer.
It's all about work, what's there to see?
Seafood and beer, He Xuan didn't know how long she would have to stay in the bathroom, so she decided to use the browser to find a TV series to pass the time.
Double-click the browser to open it.
The browser crashed unexpectedly last time, do you want to recover?
Wen Jue thought the search interface would be restored and subconsciously clicked Yes.
At this point, she clicked on a brand new account with a blank profile picture that she had never followed before.
The web version of Little Orange Book.
The account name is garbled characters that are difficult to search, the avatar is also the system's default whiteboard, and the content...
The content is all text.
Who is this account?
Wen Jue rubbed his confused eyes, took a deep breath, and his sleepiness was swept away.
She realized that she might have discovered something amazing.
Wen Jue immediately opened his memo and spent a minute typing out the complicated garbled ID.
search.
The other party is prohibited from searching by ID.
But this was not a problem for the smart and smart Wen Jue. She used the web version of Xiaojue Book to find her ID, apply for friends, and delete friends through friends in one go.
After deleting the browsing history just now, the sound of flushing in the bathroom happened to sound at the same time.
"Yeah, it's already that time, let's go to sleep?"
He Xuan went back to bed and put the computer back into her bag. Today's work finally came to an end.
"OK."
Wen Jue smiled and nodded, but his heart seemed to be full of weeds.
When He Xuan's breathing gradually became steady and even, Wen Jue quietly took out his phone, turned his back and found the secret account he had just anchored.
She randomly selected a date and began to read slowly. It might be a long text like a diary.
Little Orange Books with pictures and texts rarely contain such content anymore.
Naturally, the traffic will not be skewed towards long texts that are particularly difficult to read, not to mention, as children all know, the world is now dominated by short videos.
Wen Jue pulled over the pillow to block the faint light from the phone screen.
The night is still long.
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2014.2.9
The first diary entry of the new year. I flew to Shanghai on a business trip today and stayed at Juzi’s house at night with him.
I suddenly recalled that the first time I went out to live, he helped me apply body lotion and then watched La La Land while nestled in the same bed.
The first time I lay down with him, there was a thick layer of quilt between us, and our shoulders next to each other were still hot.
I turned my head and whispered to him that this was my favorite movie.
I deliberately asked him to apply body lotion on me, and I deliberately stayed very close to his ear, and blew air on me while talking.
He remained motionless, his hands crossing the quilt, keeping his distance.
When I loved him the most, counting from that night, it lasted for six hundred days.
Six hundred days are not enough to cross the gap between him and me, just like the gap between the sky and the sea.
I tried my best to catch up, just hoping to tell him that the choice to look back at that moment was worth it.
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Wen Jue's fingertips pressed against the screen trembled slightly. One page passed and she continued to slide down.
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I dyed my hair and he said it made me more beautiful;
I didn't want to pierce my third ear, but he said it was fine and I wouldn't have to suffer any more pain;
I went to socialize with people he didn't like on his behalf, and he said it's great to have you.
Little by little, I calmed down, and the saved wages were put into my card. Gradually, I gained a lot more confidence.
While waiting for him at the door of the office, help him read the Little Orange Book to find a suitable occasion for a couple to date.
Instead of going to the cinema, he dislikes the crowds and the noise and would rather project the movie at home, but he is willing to go with Juzi;
He is not interested in playing video games, but he specially bought the latest PS4 for Le Yi;
There is no point in wasting time if you don't go to Nanhu, but before my senior class graduated, I walked around the lake with him again and again.
I filtered through them one by one, and my favorites were filled with my careful experiments.
I asked him a week in advance if he could give me an afternoon on any day, but it didn't work out, so two hours or one hour would be fine.
Don't be in the office all the time.
Because he is busy, I very wisely withdraw from his daily life, do not take the initiative to speak, and arrange my schedule carefully.
As soon as he told me that the arrangement was canceled at short notice, even if I had already gone to bed, I would run to him and happily walk back to a certain neighborhood with him from the building.
When I don't see him, I feel like there are ants crawling in my heart, like a drug addict looking through his photos in the photo album over and over again, looking at countless photos of his back at work, debating, and in class.
Before going to bed, I closed my eyes and thought about his appearance. Even his facial features were blurred, but there was still a beam of light coming from behind him, like a faint halo.
He said, everyone's relationship needs to be maintained. Tell me whatever you do and I will watch it.
So our chat box was filled with my long and short green bubbles, interspersed with countless gray time boxes.
When he is not in the company, he will reply to me when he has time, but usually it is the bottom one out of fifty.
He replied to me, and I guessed, what is he doing now?
Is it the time you spend with them, or is it you taking a break from your busy schedule to finally think of me?
I never asked him what he was doing. I translated all my life into words and presented them to him, in an attempt to make a small me appear in front of his busy eyes, doing various things.
I wait, I accompany, and I change for him.
I rarely go out with friends on dates. I am always afraid that he will suddenly need me after finishing something. It would be a pity if I was not there.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! My face with him seems to have been stolen from someone unknown. It seems that we are missing each other. I want to hold on to every face.
Chew on your own for a long, long time.
I love every person who appears in my memories. Every time I feel that I love him so much, it is often when he is not around me.
I think love should be like this, independent and self-consistent, not craving for meaningless meetings and companionship, meeting at the top.
Sometimes I have work dinners with him and he can talk alone for a long time without me interrupting.
The beam of light moved behind him in a daze, and the man's facial features in front of me became blurred, and only the light shone.
I liked the light on him so much that it attracted me, a mute moth, to put out the fire without saying a word.
At that time, I thought, it would be great if I could do this for the rest of my life.
In fact, I can always be his audience.
He didn't need to be very close to me, he didn't need to step off the stage to hold my hand, he didn't need to give me an answer that day, he shouldn't be like that.
It would be fine if he just stood there.
As long as I am by his side, he will always have a stage and a light, he can always speak, and I can always listen.
He was willing to look back at me, and I looked like a stray kitten that had been touched by a human. How could he be with me?
How do I deserve to be with him?
What do I need to become to be worthy of standing with him?
How can I keep his love for me fresh?
Even though he was already his personal assistant, he would still have lunch with me several times a week. We would sit together, cook our meals, and then go our separate ways.
This feels so good. We are all filled with work, working hard individually and working together for a better future.
But...what will our future look like?
Will we ever have an end?
What if he has a family?
Will there be less gatherings and more separation, will there be few exchanges, will I still be unable to remember his appearance even if we get along day and night?
On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I came out of the community and sent him a message to take pictures of the night sky dotted with the crescent moon.
He didn't reply as usual, I thought maybe he was still visiting relatives.
There was a streetlight behind me. I picked up my phone and walked back, and the halo spread out from behind me.
Before I got home, I saw Juzi’s new updates and went to attend a class reunion with him.
I looked up at the distant and towering street lamp, and many little moths fluttered and bumped into it, seemingly not feeling any pain at all.
Those shadows pierced my eyes, as if the day he nodded and pushed forward the relationship with me, that turning back, and those cold lips were all a dream I never wanted to wake up from.
That distant and towering street lamp penetrated my body, and my soul was able to find an outlet to examine myself.
I made his perfect image into a sword of Damocles hanging above my head, pushing myself forward.
