Beidiao Workplace Illustrated Book

Chapter 168 Spring 2018 (11)

Back at the work station, Chen Mo's mood became sad again, Wu Xiaotian and Wang Yi were together, at most, it would only be a month.How did she move to Wang Yi's place so quickly?Maybe, she really liked Wang Yi, and felt that she had found the person she was looking for, so she was with him desperately.Perhaps, she moved to Wang Yi's residence to avoid herself. From then on, even if Chen Mo pestered her again, there would be no reason or opportunity. What's more, that man named Wang Yi would stand up to protect her. Finally, I can stop thinking about how to reject Chen Mo.

He suddenly felt that Wu Xiaotian was so vulgar and frivolous, how could he casually live with a man whom he had known for less than a month?At the beginning, he pestered her like a mangy dog ​​before he came to live with her.But now, she actually wants to take the initiative to move to Wang Yi's. It's a world of difference. In contrast, Chen Mo feels that he is worthless in front of Wu Xiaotian.

His heart began to hurt badly, as if thousands of awls grew out of the chair in his workstation. He stood up, sat down, and walked out of the company building from time to time to get some air. He felt that he was about to suffocate.

Sucking heavily on the cigarette, the past emerges with the exhaled smoke.

During that trip to Nanjing, they were on the Qinhuai River together, watching the small boats passing by lightly at night, looking at the strings of red lanterns on both sides of the Qinhuai River, they walked on the pedestrian street, so happy, so happy.

The next morning, they went to the Confucius Temple together. In the Confucius Temple, they prayed devoutly. They walked into the Jiangnan Gongyuan, read the introduction inside, imagined the imperial examination system in those days, and looked at the small rooms where the candidates answered the papers. Chen Mo I thought in my heart, if I go back to ancient times, I would like to be a scholar and get fame for you.

They went to Xuanwu Lake, to the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall, to the Nanjing Museum, and to the Presidential Palace.In the presidential palace, Wu Xiaotian said that he was tired and couldn't walk anymore, and asked Chen Mo to carry him on his back. Chen Mo carried Wu Xiaotian on his back and ran all the way. Wu Xiaotian smiled so happily and naturally.

Sitting in the restaurant opened by Zhang Jiajia called Passing Through Your World, Wu Xiaotian flipped through the menu, ordered the love of the pig's head, and ordered Passing through Nanjing. She said that she just wanted to have a good meal, but Chen Mo didn't like that I think, he is full of affection for Zhang Jiajia and from your world. He wandered around in the restaurant, looking at the posters of "The Ferryman" and "Passing Through Your World", he seemed to have realized his dream: bring Following the person I like, I came to the restaurant opened by the author I like, and read the scenes in those movies and the scenes in the books one by one again.

He arranged those Nanjing trips so carefully, paying attention to every detail, every minute, every meal, they drank duck blood vermicelli soup, they held duck intestine skewers, and ate a lot.

They seem to travel through history, from the Republic of China to the Qing Dynasty. A talented man who has read poems and books, and a gentle and jade-like woman, love each other and respect each other as guests. The woman is from a wealthy family, knowledgeable and understanding.The man is poor and talented, petty and humble, and extremely poor, but he is willing to study hard for the one he loves, and then he will be named on the gold list, return to his hometown with rich clothes, and marry his sweetheart.

Taking a taxi from the Nanjing Museum to the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall, Chen Mo pointed to the sycamore trees on the side of the road and said to Wu Xiaotian, "Do you know that because Lao Jiang knew that Song Meiling liked sycamore trees, he ordered the entire city of Nanjing to be planted full of sycamore trees?" There are sycamore trees, so now there are sycamore trees on both sides of the road.”

Through the taxi window, Wu Xiaotian saw the neat and straight sycamore trees on both sides of the road, and smiled happily: "Wow, this is not a sycamore tree he planted, this is the love of the city he planted for her."

They rushed to the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall. When they saw the numerous atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders in China, the physical evidence, the videos, and the bones in the mass graves, Wu Xiaotian couldn't help crying: "30 people, just like this." Was murdered inhumanely?"

This was their only long-distance trip. They trekked across mountains and rivers, traveled across history, and traveled thousands of miles to a city that neither of them had ever been to.They touched the ancient city walls of Nanjing, they blew the refreshing night wind of the Qinhuai River in Nanjing, they strolled in the streets and alleys of Nanjing, and their footprints were left on the ancient bluestone road.

Chen Mo took out a cigarette, Nanjing Xuanhemen, which he likes to smoke most, pointed the cigarette case at the road sign of Qinhuai River, and wanted to take a picture, Wu Xiaotian raised his mobile phone, smiled and said: "I'll help you take pictures, only smoke Xuanhemen when you smoke. , I only love one person in my life.”

Wu Xiaotian pointed his mobile phone at the cigarette case in Chen Mo's hand, pointed at the words "Qinhuai River", and left a photo.

On the way to Nanjing High-speed Railway Station, they went to the supermarket to buy some fruit to eat on the way back to BJ.After getting on the high-speed rail, Chen Mo felt drowsy. He did not dare to slack off during the two-day journey. After the whole trip, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his nerves, and could have a good sleep. In his sleep, he faintly I heard Wu Xiaotian's surprised and happy voice: "Wow, you just bought my favorite orange."

After a few cigarettes were extinguished, Chen Mo walked out of his memories, walked into the office building, sat on his desk, and a melody began to hover in his ears, touching the depths of his heart.Every scene of walking through Nanjing with Wu Xiaotian continued to emerge, making him deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself.Wu Xiaotian's previous words continued to echo in his ears, mobilizing all his emotions, rushing out of his chest like magma from a volcano.Chen Mo can't control his emotions and body anymore, like a mother who is about to give birth, she can't control the tearing of the pelvis, the fetus can't wait to break through the amniotic fluid and rush out of the womb.

He spread out a piece of paper, and his brain instructed him to start writing:
"Walk Through Nanjing"

I take the years away,

Stay young with a pot of wine,

Drink the sorrow of getting drunk in the middle of the night.

I wait for the bright moon,
But the bright moon shines on the ditch,
Let her go with the flow of the world.

Strolling in Jinling,

Those sycamore trees,

The love of the city is planted for you,

In front of the Confucius Temple,
You and I sincerely pray,

Hope lovers will get married eventually.

we walked through nanjing
This ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River,

The Qinhuai River flows eastward,
We walked through Nanjing,

In Jiangnan Gongyuan,

I wish to gain fame for you.

I take the years away,

Stay young with a pot of wine,

Drink the sorrow of getting drunk in the middle of the night.

I wait for the bright moon,
But the bright moon shines on the ditch,
Let her go with the flow of the world.

Xuanwu Lake in front of the station,
walk hand in hand with you,

Reflect your smile in the mirror.

in the presidential palace,

Look at that generation of heroes,
How many Yinghou are obsessed with red love.

we walked through nanjing
This ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River,

The Qinhuai River flows eastward.

We walked through Nanjing,

In Jiangnan Gongyuan,

I wish to gain fame for you.

I take the years away,

Stay young with a pot of wine,

Drink the sorrow of getting drunk in the middle of the night.

I wait for the bright moon,
But the bright moon shines on the ditch,
Let her go with the flow of the world.

We walked through Nanjing,

You said that the years are gentle,

I said you are my little luck.

It's just the years,

The sun was waiting,
A jug of wine left in my youth.

(End of this chapter)