The ceo's secret

I can't solve the emotional disputes with Liu's sisters. I not only know that Linlin loves me, but also know that yunyun has always loved me. Although I don't know the real reason why she left me at the beginning, from her performance, she has always loved me and never seems to change -

just like mei'er, maybe yunyun abandoned me at the beginning out of some reason It's an unspeakable secret. Now I have realized this -

and it is because of this that I feel that I am about to suffocate in the emotional world.

If I didn't know the truth that mei'er left me at the beginning, I would not think that the reason why yunyun left me at the beginning was probably passive -

if one day yunyun stood in front of me and told me the real reason why she left me, what should I do?

Yes! She did abandon me, but if she abandoned me because she loved me, just like Mel, what should I do?

And I realized that it was very possible. Since yunyun had always loved me, her motive for leaving me was very likely to be close to mei'er's motive for leaving me.

In this way, I fell into a desperate situation again -

if yunyun told me the truth, if yunyun wanted to make up with me again, then Linlin couldn't be indifferent. The first time she helped her sister, but this time she would never repeat the past! In order to protect her love, Linlin is very likely to do something against her reason, that is, completely break off the relationship with Ouyang Ze. If so, she will break off the alliance relationship with Ouyang family, and she will kill Linxiao. Moreover, linxiaotian is now in a state of half death -

can he withstand this fatal blow?

In addition, the Liu sisters are likely to stage a fight in the future. I think at this time, none of them will give up. Can I watch the two sisters who have been harmonious since I was a child fight because of me?

And sister Qin, I sympathize with her life experience and life experience very much. She confessed to me that although I can't promise her, I can't refuse her coldly, because she is too poor, so I can't bear to refuse her so coldly.

There are also Mengying and Xiaomeng -

now the situation is no longer as simple as "too many women are not good", but their love has created a strong invisible pressure on me, just like a strong atmospheric current, sweeping me to an unknown field -

plus the shock caused by Meier's death, I have no intention I can only run away, I can leave the city temporarily, otherwise I will die of exhaustion

At noon on Wednesday, after eating in a restaurant opened by a Uygur friend near Erdaoqiao, I came to a music tea restaurant near the people's square of the city. The music tea restaurant is on the fifth floor, which is a reading themed coffee shop. Around the coffee shop, there are rows of bookshelves full of essays, cartoons, magazines and so on The beams are decorated with hand-painted art paintings, copper sculptures are randomly placed on the bar and bookshelves, and banderi's "misty forest" echoes in the room.

I am sitting on a comfortable chair in the space separated by bookshelves and screens. On the orange wooden table, the aroma of coffee wafts away, but my eyes wander out of the window -

the sky in Urumqi is purer and clearer than that in the mainland.

The sky is deep blue and vast, like an endless ocean. Several white clouds are like sheep of nomadic people. Kazakh people say that white clouds are the result of swans. The monument of heroes in the people's Square echoes with the Hyde Hotel and the Oriental dynasty hotel. The elevator of the hotel and the yellow wall dome of the mosque with Islamic architectural style can be seen in the distance.

This is a beautiful and mysterious city, a pearl of the frontier, where all ethnic groups live in harmony. No matter what dialect you speak or what color you are, people will not look at you differently -

I look at the time displayed on my mobile phone and close the "on the Road" on my desk, written by the beat American writer Jack Kerouac, the writer of "the first generation". Most of the works are autobiographical, and are recognized as the classic of the hippie movement and the beat generation of the 1960s.

in 20 days from April 2 to 22, 1957, Jack Kerouac completed the first draft of on the road with a typewriter and a roll of 120 foot printing paper.

On the road is Kerouac's autobiographical masterpiece. In pursuit of individual freedom, young student Sal drives across the United States with Diane, marilu and other men and women. All the way, he indulges in alcohol, sex, drugs and sexual indulgence. After a long and exhausting life, he begins to believe in Oriental Zen and realize the meaning of life. The protagonist and his friends hitchhike or drive along the way, several times across the United States big six, and finally to Mexico. Once on the road was published in 1957, it caused public outcry and mixed praise. But it is undeniable that this book has influenced the life style of an entire generation of Americans and is recognized as the classic of the hippie movement in the 1960s.I borrowed this book from the library when I was in college, and in this exotic coffee shop, I spent nearly two hours reading it.

As I took the elevator downstairs from the cafe, I was thinking about Jack Kerouac's writing skills for on the road, which advocated spontaneous writing.

Maybe it will help me in the future. When I walk out of the elevator, I think like this -

push open the bronze revolving door, and the noise of the metropolis will drown me in an instant. "We are a good place in Xinjiang, a good pasture in the north and south of Tianshan Mountain, a good field in the Gobi sand beach, and a farm irrigated by melting snow.

When Linlin and I came here, we saw almost the same sight -

an antique sightseeing bus passed in front of us. I took the opportunity to cross the crowded road of "one of the most prosperous streets in China in 2006" and walk towards the square, which is the largest city I have ever seen One of the squares. On the marble floor of the square, there are some colorful plastic barriers, and a group of children wearing helmets are winding through the narrow space. Looking at their free look, it reminds me of my good memories of college time

I walked along the street outside the square and turned two or three streets, but I didn't see any newsstand selling cigarettes. I went on, and my addiction to cigarettes came back. By this time, I had left the people's Square and entered a relatively remote street -

on the sidewalk, there were 66 people coming, and the clover in the flower garden beside the sidewalk was watering abundantly Wantonly flourishing under the long, full of little white flowers, shining in the sun with the luster of life. Xinjiang only has the longest summer and winter in a year. Spring and autumn are fleeting. In summer, the clover is in full bloom and full of vitality -

bursts of air mixed with the smell of red flowers rush towards me. I am greedy and take a deep breath. I feel fresh and refreshing -

"ah!..." My cell phone Ah Thief He is a thief Quick thief, catch thief... "

Just as I was immersed in my own thoughts, a girl suddenly screamed in panic behind me -

I was shocked and instinctively turned back. I saw a 15-year-old boy running towards me like death. While running wildly, I also looked back to see if someone was chasing him. The red women's mobile phone he was holding was very conspicuous -

behind the lad is a young girl, who looks a little flustered, but she is wearing high-heeled shoes and can't run fast like a penguin. If it wasn't for such a special moment, I would have laughed out loud. She ran after the crowd and asked for help at the same time --

"catch the thief! He's a thief. Catch him! He robbed my cell phone!... "

Is this the legendary scene of robbery?

I've never seen a thief before, so I feel that the scene before me is no less than that in a police and bandit movie -

of course, I don't have the opportunity to appreciate her beauty at this time, because when I was a child, I played "the game of police and thieves". Every time I forced my friends to be thieves, and the majestic Sergeant black cat was often led by me After growing up, I used to rub my hands in front of my friends many times to vent my complaints: how could I not have such good luck to meet a few car bullies and road bullies, or else I could be Xu Honggang's second best friend? I'm not sure I would be immortal! At that time, I felt sad that there was no place for heroes to use.

At this time, looking at the little thief who was getting closer and closer to me, I was nervous and excited. I thought it was time to show off.

Although my parents didn't give me a heroic look, the heroic complex is deeply buried in my heart. The heroic spirit is forever, and there is a great pride of "singing on the wall of Longquan at night". In my heart, I sneered: "the sky will be responsible for this person! Bold thief, today's "work" must not choose a golden day, meet me, you are farting hit the heel - bad luck! Hahaha - "

the first thing I did in Xinjiang was to catch the thief? ——

Thinking of this, I quickly brewed two plans in my mind. One of them was that when the thief ran to the front, I yelled "stop!" Then he jumped in front of him and roared when he saw the injustice on the road. The second is that when the thief didn't pay attention, he suddenly stretched out his leg and used a "invincible sweep". According to the physical formula that the acceleration is equal to the product of speed and mass, it was estimated that the thief would not fall into a comminuted fracture of his whole body, but also have a mild concussion.

Although some of the latter moves are not open and aboveboard, they are obviously superior to the first in terms of safety and winning probability. Moreover, they are highly covert, making the enemy's civil defense impossible. "No matter the black cat or the white cat, the one who catches the mouse is a good cat!" With grandfather Deng's ideological encouragement, I will be more confident!

Now the location is like this: I am standing at the end of the street, and the thief is running towards me. Ten meters behind the thief is a young girl. She has taken off her high-heeled shoes and chased the pedestrians on the street for help