The Pentium Era - South to North

"Yao Fen, why are you avoiding me now?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Am I hiding from you?" Yao Fen panicked in the darkness, and then said, "No, how could I hide from you, boss?"

Zhang Chen smiled softly: "Why not? That day I came out of the pole's office, and you were also coming out of your own office. When you saw me, you hid again."

In the darkness, Yao Fen blushed. Of course she knew which day Zhang Chen was talking about. Yao Fen lowered her head and remained silent. After a while, she said:

"I'm not avoiding you, but that day, so many of you were together."

"What's wrong with the crowd? When did you, Yao Fen, become afraid of the crowd?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I don't know either." Yao Fen muttered, "I just feel embarrassed to meet so many people."

The two of them stopped talking and looked into the distance. The sun had not risen yet, but the sky in the distance was already a little brighter. There was a boundary between the sea and the sky. The waves were layer by layer, rushing onto the beach one after another, and they could roughly See where they disappear.

"Tan Shuzhen told me that you are doing very well in all aspects, but you are a little unhappy." Zhang Chen said, "But in my impression, you, Yao Fen, have never been an unhappy person."

Yao Fen bit her lip, stretched out one hand, and drew randomly on the beach with her fingers. She didn't know what she was drawing.

"Yao Fen, I said something, please don't be angry, okay?" Zhang Chen asked.

Yao Fen hummed.

"Have you not gotten over that incident yet?" Zhang Chen asked.

Yao Fen said nothing.

"Yao Fen, you have to know that no one is a saint, even saints have their bad deeds." Zhang Chen said, "Everyone will do something wrong. You will do it, and so will I. But if you do something wrong, you know it is wrong." , change it, let this matter pass, and it will be fine. Don't let it become a cross that you bear.

"As I said before, there is no work without regrets. Regret is also an integral part of the work. The work is like this, and so are people. No one is perfect. Everyone does wrong things. He His shortcomings are also part of him.

"But, many times, it doesn't mean anything, it can't be the mark of a person's life. In Xiaoshu's eyes, you, Yao Fen, are still his teacher. In Zhao Xin's eyes, you are still her friend. In my eyes, you are still her friend." Here, you are still the same Yao Fen. I really hope that one day, when I am boasting, you can still point at me and say: 'Here you go again...'

"Yao Fen, do you know that for us, that matter has actually been put aside and it has not affected my judgment of you as a person. Otherwise, I would not have thought of introducing you to Qu Tianlin. After all, I have to be responsible for her at work, and Tan Shuzhen, do you know that it was she who asked you to be her assistant, not me who asked her to help? She likes you.

"Yao Fen, we have all given up. When you face us, you can be very calm. You don't have to worry about how we will look at you or what eyes we will use. Without eyes, if we have eyes, it will be the way we look at Yao Fen. What you haven't let go of is yourself, and you can't torture yourself like this."

Yao Fen let out a long sigh. Her voice was soft and feeble, as if it had climbed up from the moist darkness, and she begged:

"Boss, can I lean on you? I'm very tired."

Zhang Chen said yes and moved towards her. Yao Fen tilted her head and leaned on Zhang Chen's shoulder. Tears rolled down her face, and Yao Fen began to sob softly.

"What's wrong with you, Yao Fen?" Zhang Chen asked.

Yao Fen shook her head, her hair caressing Zhang Chen's face. Yao Fen kept shaking her head. When she stopped, she said, "Boss, I feel very lonely."

"Can't you go home because you're alone?" Zhang Chen asked.

"No." Yao Fen sobbed, "It's because I look down on myself and despise myself, so I feel so lonely.

"Can you understand this feeling, boss? I feel like I am two people. The person sitting here and going to work every day is the person I look down on. The me who looks down on myself is far away. , that was me before this happened. I saw her standing there, looking at me coldly, with contempt and ridicule on her face.

"Really, boss, it's really like this. I looked at her and she ignored me. She didn't want to listen to what I wanted to say. I felt helpless and I reached out to her, but she turned around and walked away. , I can’t rely on myself anymore, who can I rely on? Boss, I feel very cold every day, I am really lonely..."

As Yao Fen spoke, she burst into tears and trembled all over.

Zhang Chen stretched out his hand and held Yao Fen's hand. Yao Fen's hand was cold. Zhang Chen and Yao Fen said:

"No, Yao Fen, we are all here. No matter when or where you go, you look around, we are all here, okay, we are with you, okay?"

Yao Fen nodded and said, thank you, boss!

"Thank you. With just one phone call, you flew from Hangzhou to Sanya to help me. I should be the one thanking you." Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Yao Fen, do you know that I haven't called you yet?" When I called you, I knew you would come to help me.”

Yao Fen nodded and said, if you call me, I will definitely come.

The sky got brighter little by little. Zhang Chen saw that one of Yao Fen's hands was in his own, and the other hand had been drawing on the beach. Zhang Chen laughed.

Yao Fen sat up straight, retracted Zhang Chen's hand, looked at him shyly and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"I remembered a little story." Zhang Chen said.

"What little story?" Yao Fen asked.

"The story of Miró." Zhang Chen said, "When the Second World War broke out, Miró fled from Spain to Parma, Italy. At that time, Miró himself recalled that he felt depressed and scared every day. , he was afraid that Nacui would arrive on the island at any time, and he would have nowhere to escape.

"At that time, he felt that Europe was finished, the world was finished, and the entire human race was going to be finished. Not only did art have no room to survive, but artists also had no room to survive. Art was destined to die with this dirty world. .

"He walked desperately on the beach in Palma every day. He used branches to draw pictures on the beach and let the waves wash away the pictures. He lay on the beach and stared blankly at the sky above his head, drawing pictures in the air with his eyes. These paintings, as soon as they are painted, melt into the sky.

"He did this every day, day after day. If he didn't do it, he thought he would commit suicide. While doing this, he said that in his ears, he seemed to be able to hear the rumbling sound getting closer and closer. Cannon fire.

"Really, this is what Miro wrote in his memoirs. When I read it, I felt very sorry. I felt that this was a huge lack in the history of art. No one could see these works. These Miro was in despair. If my creations could be displayed, they would all be masterpieces, but then I figured it out."

"What have you figured out?" Yao Fen asked.

"I figured out that compared with the absence of so many great works in the history of art, what is even more gratifying is that art can also become the last sustenance of a desperate and painful person, and become his last struggle. This is art. the power of."

Zhang Chen jumped up as he spoke, turned around, and stretched out his hand towards Yao Fen. Zhang Chen said:

"Yao Fen, we have made an agreement. Everything is up to today. You draw all your pain on this beach and let the waves take it to the bottom of the sea. Then, you will be fine, okay? ?”

Yao Fen raised her head and looked at Zhang Chen's sincere eyes. Zhang Chen extended his hand towards her and kept gesturing. Yao Fen held it and said, "Okay!"

Zhang Chen pulled her up.

"You draw it, I'll go over there and take a look."

Zhang Chen said, turned around and walked towards the beach. Yao Fen walked barefoot towards the wet beach closer to the sea. She drew on the beach with her feet for a while. She squatted down and drew on the beach with her hands. After finishing the drawing, she stood up and watched the waves approaching from a distance.

It was getting closer, it was getting closer, the waves had not covered her painting, not even her feet. It was cool, the sea water receded, leaving a large white foam on the beach, and then the foam disappeared into a flat beach. .

It took her paintings to the bottom of the sea.

After the sea water receded, she started painting again. As she continued painting, she felt her heart became cheerful.

It was already daybreak. Zhang Chen walked back from the beach. Yao Fen straightened up, put his hands on his hips, and shouted to Zhang Chen loudly: "Where is the sunrise? It is already bright. Where is the sunrise? Where is the sun?"

Zhang Chen looked around and then at the top of his head. Yes, he was also surprised. It was already so bright, and today was not cloudy. It didn't look like a day without the sun. So, what about the sunrise? Where is the sun?

"Look! Look! Boss, look over there!"

Yao Fen shouted loudly and pointed behind Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen turned around and saw that in the distance, at the junction of sea and sky, it was as if someone had dipped a paintbrush in scarlet oil paint and painted out a stroke of red.

Then, this small patch of red grew bigger and bigger, and they saw a red arc emerging from the sea, and the sun began to rise.

The two people stared there intently. The sun rose very quickly. In just ten minutes, it had already jumped out of the sea, dyeing the entire sea and the beach in front of and behind them red.

Zhang Chen sighed and said: "It turns out that I always thought that the sun started to shine when it came out. I didn't expect that it was the sun rising first and everyone was ready, and then the sun rose. The sun's frame is really big. ah."

Yao Fen chuckled.

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