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"Me? Secretary? Yours?"

A stunned Sheeran asked three quick questions.

"That's right, Miss Sheeran." Fan Ning nodded solemnly, "I hope we can cooperate happily from now on."

"Carolen, I suspect you are trying to trick me." The little girl gritted her teeth. "You are obviously doing this because I mentioned a series of keywords such as meetings, submissions, reports, itineraries, and phone calls when I was expressing my exclamations. So they were thrown back to me, the poor helpless violinist, intact."

"The issues you mentioned are very correct and realistic." Fan Ning began to take off his coat and tie with a calm expression, "If you are still in the position of the person in charge of Turner Arts Cinemas, I will be your personal It’s okay to be a secretary, but now you have resigned.”

He spread his hands with an inexplicable smile: "Look, I'm going to be busy with things. There will definitely be a lot of people who want to see me, and I can't stop creating. There is such a gentle, careful and experienced person in front of me. "

Xilan remained unmoved, folded his arms and looked up at the sky.

A look like "I won't fall for you if I don't know how to do it."

"Hey, if you don't have any intention, you can only search in a large area. It's time-consuming and there's no other way. My personal secretary should not only share the same artistic views with me, be able to chat happily, but also fit in with the people around me. The circle has considerable affinity, so that it can act as a liaison during numerous appointments. By the way, it also has to take care of my personal life and daily life."

Fan Ning gradually listed the requirements, and then gradually made a troubled expression: "Who is more suitable for you? If you want to get along with me day and night, it is also important to have compatible personalities. Let me think about it."

"you win."

Sheeran stood up from the sofa expressionlessly.

"Ah, you agreed, that's the best thing."

Fan Ning's troubled expression was instantly wiped away, without even a "courteous" transition.

This serious expression, without even pretending, made Sheeran's face deliberately tense for only a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Actually, it's really good. I already feel like 'everything is back'."

She walked briskly around the office, no longer hiding her happy and relaxed mood. She felt that what happened in less than an hour tonight was like an unreal dream.

"What's the situation now?" Fan Ning asked.

"Which aspect? The external situation, or the cinema?"

"All."

"It's much more complicated than you think." Sheeran sighed, "War, politics, new trends of thought, new art, secret organizations, the upcoming Harvest Art Festival. There are also many hidden dangers in the operation of Turner Art Hall. After listening, You will know at tomorrow’s first quarter work meeting.”

"When you withdrew from the center of the dispute, the current assets of the theater are equivalent to being protected by the Guidance School, but most of the teachers and personnel are musicians from the Bologna School and the Holy Sun Church. On the other hand, as a world-wide The cultural industry must abide by laws and regulations, and dealing with government officials is also an unavoidable topic. Now, under the instructions and differentiated control of the Special Inspection Office, the cost of coordinating the communication between all parties in such a large stall is far beyond your imagination. ."

"That's it." Judging from Fan Ning's expression, she still seemed to think that this was not a big deal.

Well, I suddenly felt that lying flat on my back was not as comfortable as lying on someone else. Xilan secretly analyzed his current mental state.

"Caron, I probably know your temperament. If you are not sure enough, you may not choose to appear openly in the sight of the Special Patrol Office immediately. You should have some ideas in mind on how to mediate with it."

"No, no, no, I don't have any specific 'ideas' to say." Fan Ning smiled lightly, "I have old friends I want to see, things I want to do, works I want to write, and places I want to go. Come one by one, calmly and reasonably. It’s not like you’re in a hurry to live in a hurry. You should have a regular life, eat, drink and have fun. In the same way, I’m waiting for the people from the Special Inspection Office to invite me to tea, and then incorporate it into my schedule.”

"Then you may be invited to tea tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Sheeran initially looked forward to the state described by Fan Ning, but finally curled her lips after hearing it.

"Then let's rest first and wait for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Fan Ning yawned lazily, "Well, you can start thinking about the schedule for my talks with all my old friends, Miss Secretary." "Okay." Xilan Helplessly, he pointed to the red-painted wooden door on the other wall and said, "I have occupied your living room for a long time. Do you want to arrange for someone to help you vacate it?"

"Let's talk tomorrow. Give me a guest room key first."

"Okay, the clothes in your cloakroom are always there. I have arranged for people to wash or clean them regularly, and the piano is also tuned regularly. I'll ask someone to bring you a change of clothes for tomorrow."

"Thank you, Miss Secretary."

". Just call me normally."

Sheeran flicked off the office chandelier switch with a bang.

Fan Ning smiled, picked up his belongings, and walked out of the room.

When I left the corridor that day, the light was so soft and dim, and the corridor was so silent.

The first experience of returning home was very good. He really missed and looked forward to the feeling of sleeping on a big bed. He recalled that before, all the mattresses in the living room and guest rooms were customized by himself after trying out more than a dozen models.

In the dream that night, Fan Ning's spirit body landed lightly in Qiming Church.

He sat on a small chair that appeared on the empty auditorium.

The atmosphere here has returned to holiness and tranquility. The filth of the "pool" aspect during the trip to the southern continent has been completely eliminated. The tearing pain that made people unable to stay awake later during the western continent has become a thing of the past.

However, the light brown wooden ceremony table at this time was covered with traces of light gold written by Fan Ning!

Text, frames, arrows, and occult symbols, including “√” for certainty, underlines for negation, and “?” for doubt, were densely spread across the entire stage and extended toward the wall behind the stage. Going up, some words and symbols even broke away from the "plane" of the stage, turning into groups of messy strips that floated slowly and rotated in the air.

This is the scene where Fan Ning sorted out his complicated memories.

A large part of it is his memory in the abnormal zone. Almost every once in a while, good new pictures and words appear in his mind. Many of them are disconnected from his previous "thought experiences", but there are always some. There are differences in details, and some are completely unfamiliar.

There is also a part that comes from the content recorded by Vincent on the "Mobile Calendar Memo" that Fanning read before. The situation is equally messy and similar to the former.

Every time he fell asleep, Fan Ning would sit on this little chair and spend the whole night comparing, confirming and sorting out bit by bit.

He picked up the remains of the "old days" and wanted to pick up the previous progress and continue the process——

But suddenly he felt something in his heart, and used the thread of inspiration to involve another dream in the candlestick.

Xilan, who had just said goodbye not long ago, appeared in front of him again.

She looked around at the messy place and said apologetically: "It's been a long time since I've been here. It looks really bad. I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, what's wrong?" Fan Ning raised his hand to resemble another small musician's chair, gesturing for her to sit down.

"There is another thing that I must tell you as soon as possible, but in the waking world, it is not safe to say those few keywords, so I never mentioned it just now."

"What's so secretive?"

Fan Ning frowned and took a piece of Doomskin thrown by Sheeran with a brief text written on it.

". Therefore, I would like to ask Ms. Sheeran to spare some valuable time while presiding over the work of the Turner Art Hall to accompany the headquarters investigation team to the former residence of Eagles. The main purpose is to investigate the origin and evolution of your family's surname."