Assistant Lin Has Something To Say

    Lin Hui lay on the sofa at home and called Luo Ting—

    "I may not wait for that day."

    Luo Ting was a little stunned: "what's the matter?"

    "I said I overestimated myself, and I can't wait for the day to prepare his wedding." Lin Hui looked at the chandelier in the living room, "Luo Ting, I want to resign."

    This is the third time that Lin Hui has the idea of ​​resigning. The first time is when he finds out that he likes He Jianshan.

    Lin Hui had a simple life since he was a child. When he was in middle and high school, he was busy studying and helping his grandmother, like a pearl covered in dust; The bright brilliance not only attracts the attention of many girls, but boys also like to be friends with him. Although his roommates often made fun of him, he really didn't meet anyone he really liked during the four years of college, not to mention falling in love, not even a crush.

    Even He Jianshan was the first and only object of Lin Hui's spring dream with a clear identity and content.

    As a mature man, Lin Hui certainly had a spring dream, but there was no such time as he dreamed of He Jianshan, the content was so specific and clear: those ambiguous, anxious ... those eager... and falcon-like eyes, the arms that trapped him tightly...

    When Lin Hui calmed down, he thought about it for a while, contacted his daily concerns and concerns about He Jianshan, and realized that he seemed to have unusual ideas about his boss - I like He Jianshan , I like men. Honestly, it was beyond his knowledge. But Lin Hui is worthy of being the best monitor in the 03 gardening class. He calmly asked for a day off, checked a lot of information, and then saw one of them that said, "The LGBT community in China has not been strongly resisted by the political circles or right-wing religions. For them, the biggest pressure comes from the family."

    The biggest pressure on homosexuality comes from the family, Lin recalls: But I am the only one in my family.

    He was relieved immediately.

    Like a spark in the middle of withered grass, Lin Hui's love began to burn, and it came violently. Lin Hui, who had no experience, faced it like a child who had just learned to walk: staggering and eager. He suddenly found that the happiness he gained from his work was not as good as a compliment, a smile, or even a trivial touch from He Jianshan. He was cautious, but unable to restrain himself from noticing every expression, movement and words of He Jianshan, with sincerity and enthusiasm. He couldn't balance his heart, it had been filled by He Jianshan.

    Lin Hui lost his head.

    He turned into a student who was addicted to love in his adolescence, putting all his thoughts on the people he liked, not even realizing that his work was also affected. He Jianshan took him to report on the new project to the government leaders. He was poorly prepared and stuttered throughout the whole process. He couldn't answer a few questions. In the end, He Jianshan had to do it himself.

    Lin Hui blushed with shame.

    After the meeting, he stood in front of He Jianshan's desk, bowed his head, and said nothing.

    He Jianshan didn't scold him, just stared at him for a while and asked, "What do you think you just said?"

    Lin Hui pursed his lips and said ashamedly, "It's very bad."

    He Jianshan asked another irrelevant question: "Lin Hui, what do you think of Wanzhu's company?"

    Lin Hui raised his head with a firm look: "Very strong, a leader in the industry."

    "However, even if it is as powerful as ten thousand buildings, most of the time, it has only one chance." He Jianshan turned around and picked out a few books from the bookshelf and placed them in front of Lin Hui. " You are not familiar with several points mentioned at the meeting today, you can take a look."

    Wan Zhu has dabbled in many industries over the years, which Lin Hui does not understand, so he often reads books to charge. As an assistant, in order to keep up with He Jianshan's footsteps, from the moment he entered Wanzhu, he never stopped learning. He Jianshan saw all these.

    "I don't know why you've been absent-minded all this time, but I'd like to give you another chance."

    From that day on, Lin Hui became much quieter, and Annie occasionally joked that he sometimes looked a little like He Jianshan. She was right, Lin Hui learned his self-discipline and buried his sour love in his heart. He found sadly that the more professional, competent, and measured he behaved, the more He Jianshan recognized him.

    If you want to get closer to He Jianshan, then you must first stay away from him. Lin recalled.

    He spent most of his time in Wanzhu with He Jianshan. You must constantly force yourself to restrain and avoid, and disguise yourself as a hard-working and motivated workaholic.

    This conflict made Lin Hui painful, and he thought of leaving.

    It's the Mid-Autumn Festival. The Mid-Autumn Festival that year overlapped with the National Day, and the eight-day holiday filled the company with a happy atmosphere before the holiday. However, on the first day of the holiday, Lin Hui followed He Jianshan to work overtime until dark. Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Hui still had an appointment with a friend, so he said hello to He Jianshan and got off work. Before leaving, he helped He Jianshan buy dinner again. Two dishes, one soup and one rice were neatly placed on the coffee table. He Jianshan waved his hand at him and told him to leave quickly.

    Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion, Lin Hui thought in the elevator, probably He Jianshan thought he was rushing back to see his family, so he urged him to leave quickly.

    Unfortunately, he has no family for a long time.

    After dinner to say goodbye to friends, Lin Hui found that he had left his keys in the office, so he had to take a taxi back to the company. At that time, Wan Zhu was still in the old office building in the south, a 22-story building, and He Jianshan's office was on the 18th floor. The taxi stopped at the entrance of Wanzhu, Lin Hui raised his head, the night fell, and the tall buildings under the lights looked like a giant, staring at the earth silently.

    Lin Hui arrived at the office, and to his surprise, He Jianshan hadn't left yet. Not only did he not leave, he didn't even eat dinner. What was the lunch box Lin Hui looked like when he left, and what he is still like now, there was no trace of any movement. He Jianshan was not working, but stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out, not knowing what he was thinking.

    The lights in this city are mottled and complicated, occasionally reflecting on his face through the glass, on and off.

    Lin Hui's heart shrank.

    He seemed to go back to the day when he received the phone call from his grandmother's sudden death. He was sitting on the bench beside the school playground. It was very noisy, but his heart seemed to be locked up alone, very quiet and empty.

    Lin recalls: Why is he alone?

    Lin Hui thought again: I can't go.

    He walked in and said loudly, "Mr. He, haven't you got off work yet?"

    He Jianshan looked back.

    Lin Hui continued to ask, "Is the moon out?"

    He Jianshan hesitated for a while, before answering after a long time: "...It seems not yet."

    "That's right." Lin Hui dragged a chair and put it in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, then went to his desk to find the persimmons and moon cakes that the executive sent yesterday. He took a fruit bowl and arranged them neatly, made another cup of tea, and finally put these things on the chair: the fruit bowl inside, the cup facing out.

    He Jianshan asked, "What are you doing?"

    "Respect Father Moon." Lin Hui smiled softly, "I'm afraid that when I get home, the moon will come out, so I'll borrow the company to complete the ceremony. This is the custom of my hometown, the Mid-Autumn Festival. You have to invite Father Moon to drink tea, so that the Mid-Autumn Festival is over."

    He Jianshan was completely stunned.

    Lin Hui's tone was brisk, it sounded like he was coaxing a child, but his expression was indescribably serious.

    "Is this...a festival?" He Jianshan stared at the night sky, as if looking for the moon.

    Lin Hui looked at the lights outside the window and said seriously, "Yes, this is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

    They stopped talking.

    Lin Hui and He Jianshan stood one on the left of the chair and the other on the right, the lights streaming on their silent backs. After a while, the moon came out, and just like that, two unrelated people, they spent the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

    The author has something to say:

    Hey, let's celebrate together.