The room he lived in was opposite Han Li. The happiest person was Han Zhaoyi, who shuttled back and forth between the two rooms. Han Li was worried about his safety, so he kept the door open and let him run in both directions.
There is something wrong with the design of this hotel. The two doors are facing each other, so you can see each other's room at a glance with the door open. Zhao Tingxing is answering the phone inside. It should be a call from a subordinate of the Southwest Headquarters, who wants to send a driver and
The assistant came to take care of him, but he refused, "No, this is a private trip, not for work."
He said he was not working, but he answered several work calls in succession, and the sound reached Han Li's room intermittently. It was probably because he came to the southwest temporarily and his work was not arranged well.
When Han Li listened to him talking on the phone, he felt that it was really difficult to be his subordinate. He obviously changed his schedule at short notice, but he scolded the other party for not having the ability to adapt to changes.
"What do you want us to eat here? Do you even need to ask me about this?"
After scolding, he continued to arrange the work, "You told them to vacate it this afternoon, and we will come in and decorate it tomorrow."
"For the lease contract of the new building, please urge the legal advisor. It must be drawn up today. From now on, this contract will be used uniformly in this building."
"Mr. Zhang goes to the capital. You ask the public relations department to entertain him for two days first, and then we'll talk about it after I get back."
He has a hot temper, but he arranges everything down to the smallest detail.
After making the call, he seemed to remember where he was, and he was caught off guard and turned around to look at Han Li's room.
Han Li saw that Han Zhao was in his room, so he walked over and slammed the door shut, blocking his eyes.
But after a while there was a knock on the door, and Han Zhaoyi jumped to open the door.
Zhao Tingxing stood at the door, "I will take you to the mountains tomorrow."
"Okay, are you going to see Grandma and Grandma Wolf?" Han Zhaoyi agreed excitedly, full of curiosity.
Han Li also nodded. When the old lady passed away, Zhao Tingxing disappeared for a while holding the ashes. She has never really paid homage to the old lady.
County A was rebuilt after the earthquake. Many places are completely different, but the roads leading to villages and towns are much wider than before, and the road leading to the mountains where weeds have grown has been built into a stone-paved path.
Han Zhaoyi got tired after walking for a while, so Zhao Tingxing put him on his shoulders and walked. The midday sun was strong, and the light slanted down from the bodies of the father and son. The yellow shadow shrouded the shadow of Han Li behind. She lowered her head and stepped on
The stones followed their shadows, and there were insects and birds chirping in the surrounding mountains, the wind rustling through the treetops, and Han Zhaoyi's voice.
This scene was like a dream. It had appeared countless times in her dreams, making the tip of her nose feel sour.
Zhao Tingxing, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, grabbed Han Zhaoyi's calf with one hand, and pointed not far away: "We're here."
It was the small wooden house that once collapsed into ruins. He built an identical one according to the original proportions and raw materials.
Han Zhaoyi struggled to slide off his shoulders and ran forward excitedly. Zhao Tingxing paused and glanced back at Han Li. Regardless of whether she wanted to or not, he stretched out his hand to forcefully hold her hand and move forward.
His hands were still broad and rough, as hard as iron, holding her hand tightly without moving an inch.