Beijing, 1985, early June.

From time to time, there is a blowing, which makes the world dark and the sandstorm temporarily stops, and after a heavy rain, the sky and the earth are finally no longer gray and chaotic. The blue sky, white clouds, red flowers and green trees are clear and clear. .

Without the cover of sand and dust, the sun slanting from the west is more intensely falling on the earth, and it is also spreading on the green creeper, which is struggling to climb and grow, and wants to wrap up the two-story small building. The broad leaves absorb most of the heat. The heat seemed to have built a shading screen for the small building.

This small building is the office building of the "Hundred Flowers Movie" magazine under Dazhong Daily. It is located in the headquarters compound of Dazhong Daily, behind the main building and the staff canteen.

In the small building, on the right side of the second floor, in the office with door number 208, there is a large yellow wooden desk with a layer of glass on the window. Some books, newspapers, stationery, in the wooden photo frame on the right hand side, there is a photo, in the photo is a beautiful little boy of two or three years old, holding a balloon in each hand, smiling brighter than the bright sun outside .

This child is half or half like the young woman writing at the desk, and it is easy to imagine the relationship between the two.

The young woman is Yan Ruxu, deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial group of "Hundred Flowers Movies" magazine.

She screwed on the cap of the pen, put the pen down casually, raised her hands and rubbed her neck to do shoulder and neck exercises. The pen touched the glass panel of the desk and made a crisp "click" sound, which attracted Liu Shu, who was sitting across the table from her, to look over subconsciously, and her eyes were immediately attracted by Yan Ruxu.

Yan Ruxu's skin in front of her eyes was fair and delicate, and the sand and dust blown from the north were very gentle to her, without leaving any blow marks on her face. The oval face, big eyes, and the distance between the eyes are slightly wider, which perfectly complements her high nose bridge and moderate mouth, making it more bright and atmospheric; her long black hair is not curled, but behind her head The half-height position is tied up, revealing a full forehead, neat and tidy.

Her figure has not been out of shape after giving birth, she is still slender and fit, exuding an indescribable aura all over her body, which is the kind that you will notice her at the first sight in a crowd. Her eye-catching is not only due to her figure and appearance, but also her height of 173 cm. She is taller than many **** men in the unit. Even a men's watch with a large dial on her wrist is not obtrusive.

Liu Shu's eyes showed envy, and she touched her face unconsciously. The slightly rough touch made her feel sour involuntarily.

I am 32 years old this year, and I am only 6 years older than Yan Ruxu. I was not as good as her at first, but now I have wrinkles, yellow spots on my face, dry hair, and a disfigured figure. Standing with Yan Ruxu is like two people. generations.

If Yan Ruxu is only good-looking, Liu Shu can also despise her with "gold and jade, but she has appearance", and comfort herself with "poems and books in her stomach", but Yan Ruxu is so young. He has won the annual news award, and now he is the deputy editor-in-chief and his immediate boss.

It's almost unbearable to be jealous.

After being lost for a moment, Liu Shu thought of Yan Ruxu's other identity: a divorced woman, and she felt a lot more balanced in her heart, and even felt a sense of superiority: no matter how beautiful and capable she is, she is not a divorced woman without a husband. Single mom raising a son alone!

You must know that the main building of Dazhong Daily's headquarters, together with its subordinate "Hundred Flowers Film" magazine, has hundreds of people up and down. Among the younger generation, there is only one divorced person.

The matter of her divorce, I don't know how many times she chewed it in the mouths of her colleagues, and it was all chewed into pieces, and she could still chew the sweetness from time to time.

Puzzled, despised, bad-mouthed, guessed...

Liu Shu thought, if she was like her, being pointed at and talked about by others, she would definitely not be able to stand it long ago and would go crazy. But the one in front of her didn't care, as if she wasn't the one the big guy was talking about, she didn't waste time eating or drinking, but the more she lived, the better she was, and she raised her son well by herself.

When mentioning Yan Ruxu's son, Liu Shu immediately saw the appearance of Kangkang, carved in pink and jade, graceful and extremely polite. It's not an exaggeration, Liu Shu has never seen such a cute child, who makes people unconsciously want to hug and kiss him, and agree to all his requests.

Thinking of her own son who was spoiled by his mother-in-law and sister-in-law, who pushed him away because of his bad habits, Liu Shu's sense of superiority that had just arisen slowly shrank back.

After finishing the shoulder and neck exercise, Yan Ruxu raised the plum watch on her left wrist to check the time, it was 16:55. Looking at Liu Shu who should have left work early, she was still sitting here, and she couldn't help but feel a little strange: "Sister Liu, why haven't you gone back yet?"

The working hours of the newspaper office are 8:00 a.m. and 17:00 p.m., with a two-hour break at noon, but the attendance is not strict. If you have something to say, you can come later or leave earlier. Liu Shu used to be the last person to get off work in the office, but in the past two weeks, she left an hour earlier.

"Ah, me, my mother-in-law has been discharged from the hospital, so I don't have to rush to cook and deliver meals for her in the future."

"Oh, then you don't have to work so hard in the future." Yan Ruxu said.

"No, my mother-in-law..."

Liu Shu was about to praise her mother-in-law and husband habitually, when she saw that Yan Ruxu had already stood up, and picked up her satchel and sun hat from the wooden hanger behind her.

She forgot that Yan Ruxu didn't like to talk to everyone about the parent's problems. Apart from work, she would talk more when talking about children, so Liu Shu changed the subject and asked, "Pick up the children?"

Yan Ruxu nodded, smiled and said: "Yeah, I went late yesterday, and he was the only one left in the class. The little guy insisted on standing in the yard waiting for me, and his face was blushing."

Liu Shu agreed with empathy: "Being a mother is like this. I don't want my child to suffer a little bit of grievance. Hurry up and go."

Yan Ruxu explained a few words about the manuscript to the other three colleagues in the office, and then she picked up her backpack and put on her sun hat and walked out.

Her office is located on the inside of the corridor. After walking through the long corridor, she greeted several passing colleagues before going down to the first floor.

Walking forward for more than 300 meters, passing by the staff canteen, passing through the lobby of the main building where Dazhong Daily is located, and coming to a front yard that is one-third the size of a football field. The corridor in the middle of the yard is paved with cement. On both sides are flower ponds made of red bricks, in which are planted red, pink and white broom plums, which are half the height of a person. They pass through the gaps in the flower ponds. A single-story bicycle shed built against the wall.

Yan Ruxu walked through the flower pond and walked to the carport on the right. From a distance, relying on the probably new bamboo child seat, she accurately found her 28-year-old car.

Now lesbians with better economic conditions are popular to ride 26 women's bicycles, but that kind of bicycle has no beams, and if you take someone with you, you can only sit in the back seat. The child is too young, and it is dangerous to sit in the back seat, so Yan Ruxu has not changed. .

She took out the key chain from her satchel, found the car keys, unlocked the circular car lock under the seat, pushed the bicycle out, and shook the child seat tied layer by layer with nylon rope on the front beam of the car. Seeing that the seat was not moving at all, he stepped on the bicycle and rode out.

"Editor Yan"

"Editor Yan wait for me..."

As soon as she drove out of the gate and onto the main road, someone called her from behind. The voice was familiar, but Yan Ruxu frowned unconsciously. She was going to pretend she didn't hear it, but the sound of the bicycle behind was "clanging" , that person actually accelerated the speed, Yan Ruxu couldn't help but think that there was a time last winter, this person fell into a snowdrift with his bicycle in order to catch up with him, but he still tried his best to stick his head out of the snowdrift and got stuck. Xue, with her face full of head and face, smiled flatteringly at herself.

Yan Ruxu supported the bicycle with her feet, stopped, and turned her head to look at the person.

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