Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

    At nine o'clock in the evening, Wanzhu's office building was brightly lit.

    With the end of the year approaching, all companies are beginning to enter the busiest stage, and Wanzhu is no exception. Lin Hui has been working overtime in the company for the past few days. He has a lot of work at hand and feels that he can't finish it no matter what he does. Today he looked at the report for the day and felt dizzy at this point. There was no need to look any further, so he simply stood up and rested for a while. When Zhao Xiaoxiao came in, what he saw was Lin Hui standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded, watching the night in a daze.

    Zhao Xiaoxiao put down the document in his hand and said with a smile, "Lin Assistant, you look like Mr. He."

    The unexpected words made Lin Hui's heart tremble, and he turned his face: "What?"

    "It's the feeling of you standing by the window and looking outside, it really looks like Mr. He. I think Mr. He is always in this posture."

    Maybe she was too tired, it took Lin Hui several seconds to realize what Zhao Xiaoxiao said. In fact, some people have said before that he and He Jianshan sometimes look a bit like. Lin recalls, if you stand behind the person you admire like me, day after day, year after year, even just closing your eyes, you can describe all his expressions and movements in your mind, then you become similar to him.

    It’s a bit funny to say, before he liked He Jianshan, he was already imitating or following him unconsciously: He Jianshan wore a black shirt, and he wanted to buy dark colors; Jianshan had a camel coat, and he couldn't help choosing a camel color when he bought a coat; even He Jianshan's unconscious little movements during a meeting were learned ten percent from him. Once eating with Luo Ting, he couldn't help but lightly tap the table with his fingers, and it took a while to realize what he was doing.

    At that time, he was too young to know that it was a sign of the beginning of love. He only felt that he had become a scholar inexplicably. He laughed and said to Luo Ting: "Wan Zhu really can affect people too much.”

    It was only later that I learned that it was not Wanzhu who influenced people, but that He Jianshan had invaded his heart from a long time ago.

    Night can always evoke the deepest desires in people's hearts, like a switch, since Zhao Xiaoxiao mentioned the word "Mr. He", Lin Hui's mind has been uncontrollably Occupied by He Jianshan. On this business trip, Lin Hui basically cut off contact with him: they didn't send WeChat or make a phone call for a whole week, except for the formalized email exchanges for reporting work. To be honest, compared to the frequency of their communication in the past, this is a bit deliberate. The two seem to be competing, and they are deliberately avoiding contacting each other. Thinking of this, Lin Hui couldn't help lowering his head to look at his wrist: Not long ago, there was a butterfly parked here, tied by He Jianshan himself. He didn't understand what it meant, it seemed like some kind of secret hint, or it was just a joke, no matter which kind, it made Lin Hui guess and guess until he couldn't fall asleep.

    He Jianshan has this kind of ability, and he can stir up his heart at will.

    Lin Hui slowly closed his eyes, he missed him, more than ever. He felt that he was the most hypocritical person in the world. He said that nothing had happened, but in his heart he reminisced wildly that night: He remembered how He Jianshan's fingers crossed his skin inch by inch. ; I remember his gloomy and hoarse voice when he called "Assistant Lin" over and over in his ear; and his eyes, as if he was going to devour himself at any time...

    All of this made Lin Hui addicted and made him despair.

    Ninghai.

    In the hotel suite, He Jianshan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night view. The weather in Ninghai has been bad for the past two days. There is no moon or stars in the night. Instead, there are layers of clouds that are heavy and seem to fall down at any time.

    He Jianshan reviewed all the pasts between him and Lin Hui in his heart - from the affair/event a week ago, to the work cooperation and private communication over the years, to their first meeting. After thinking about it, I realized that after so many years, there is really only one Lin Hui who can stand firmly by his side.

    It seems that from the beginning, he was different, after all, he was never "scared" of him.

    This is amazing, because of his identity, status or other things, He Jianshan can always feel that other employees of the company have a sense of awe towards him, but Lin Hui does not. Of course, maybe he was nervous when he was with him at first, but that was because they were still very unfamiliar with each other, and the work had not yet been fully started. I don't know since when, they became the kind of relationship that they were after—

    It is a subordinate, but not like a subordinate; like a friend, but not a true friend in the traditional sense.

    He Jianshan clicked on WeChat and saw his avatar: it is the city skyline at dusk, the gray and cold buildings have taken off the solemnity of winter and put on a soft golden coat . This was taken by Lin Hui. He stood in the hotel suite that day and said with a smile, "Mr. He, give me your cell phone." Behind him, the sunset spread like a golden river like melting gold. He stopped his work and watched Lin Hui pick up his mobile phone. The afterglow fell on him, and a thin layer of mist floated up, which made people feel a little soft and itchy.

    Lin Hui recorded the scene in front of him with his mobile phone, and he also recorded the scene in front of him.

    He Jianshan changed his profile picture to this photo. He still remembered that Lin Hui was a little surprised when he saw it, but he nodded as a matter of course: "You have always liked these." He didn't know how Lin Hui defined "like" and what "these" were. Compared to him, he really likes to photograph all kinds of buildings: they are hard, regular, and cold, but most of the time they are affected by sunlight, rain, flowers on the eaves, cats in the corners, or just some shadows and colors. Become fresh and lively.

    Like people, they are constantly looking for and waiting for the most suitable partner.

    Lin Hui is different. He seems to like everything. When he follows him, he often takes pictures along the way. Once when they visited a park, Lin Hui took a picture of a blue manhole cover on the road. He said that he had never seen a blue one and thought it was very interesting. He Jianshan didn't know what was interesting, but since he said that, in his eyes, there was probably something interesting.

    Thinking of this, he suddenly felt curious, wondering what Lin Hui sees himself in his eyes?

    He Jianshan turned his attention to Lin Hui's WeChat, he clicked on the chat page for a while, then locked his phone. He and Lin Hui have not been in touch for a week. He deliberately endured and didn't take the initiative to find him. This was not a little love trick, but he felt that he and Lin Hui needed a period of time without each other to calm down.

    To be honest, love is not his field of expertise, and it will not be like a professional team to help him analyze and discuss. What is certain is that he likes Lin Hui, even from a long time ago. He Jianshan himself felt speechless. He and Lin Hui were like the sky in front of him. The clouds were too thick and blocked a lot of things. He ignored a lot of things, so much so that even now, he was so clumsy that he couldn't even grasp Lin Hui's mind. However, He Jianshan has never been a timid person. When he is determined to want something, he will get it by all means. Everything in this world is like a window with curtains drawn. If you don't open it, you will never get the moonlight. .

    Love is the same.

    When Lin Hui said in the office that day as if nothing had happened, He Jianshan knew that he had made a mistake. He wished and couldn't wait to show his sincerity, but he didn't think about whether Lin Hui was at the same intersection with him. He couldn't describe how nervous he was when he rushed home excitedly and found that the house was empty, and then found Lin Hui in the office two days later. He even thought about how to speak, but Lin Hui wanted to return to the past. At that time, what kind of mood was it - that balloon full of desire, after bursting, what floated down was not the ribbon of celebration, but the frost and snow in the middle of the night.

    At that moment, He Jianshan's heart was full of sourness and frustration.

    He suddenly realized that for Lin Hui, that night was a mistake, and he tried to fix it.

    For a few seconds, He Jianshan wanted to say "No, no, I don't agree", but when he saw the confusion and helplessness in Lin Hui's eyes, he softened again .

    Lin Hui was uneasy, he felt it.

    It was his fault, he thought. Even if Feng Ying is very disgusting, why is he not pushing the boat through selfishness? He and Lin Hui were supposed to be the most tacit working partners, but in the end, he took him to cross the line and forcibly changed the relationship between the two when he was not sober. Based on what he knew about Lin Hui, "going back to the past" was probably the safest and most decent solution that he could come up with after careful consideration. He should be thankful that his reckless thoughts were stifled in the cradle that morning. Love is not a job. It is like the strictest train timetable. Arriving ahead of time does not help a relationship that has not yet fermented. He shouldn't ignore logic and try to catalyze feelings from an accident because of his eagerness. Lin Hui should have a complete and sincere love: fragrant, long, warm, like the soft moonlight, and like a blooming rose.

    This is what he wants to give him.

    He will seriously pursue Lin Hui, he does not need to respond, let alone test how he views two men together, for him, gender, age, family background and all other things that the world cares about are never won't be any problem.

    He only needs to care about his heart.

    Whether he is willing to give his heart.

    He Jianshan slowly closed his eyes: in the "love" project, he chose to take a step back. This time, let him stand behind Lin Hui and hand over the progress bar to him—

    Play, pause, fast forward, rewind.

    In this relationship, Lin Huihui is the only controller.

    The author has something to say:

    Go backwards.

    Because I am not a full-time author, I am busy with work and life, so I can't update you every day like other authors, so after entering V, I can only do my best to ensure the current frequency, I hope everyone Do not mind. The relationship between the two will enter a new stage next week. Let's meet at 0:00 on Tuesday. Happy New Year's Day!