On the way home after failing the interview, I met again at the agency with my immediate boss Liu Nanshu, who I had had a bad time with before. I was ridiculed by him as soon as we met.
Isn't it better to be anywhere than under me, he asked.
"Are you doing well?"
Throwing out a retort that I thought didn't reveal my feelings, I pretended not to look away, turned around and left.
Unfortunately, fate played a trick on me. The newly rented house was near his home. Suddenly, an untimely bomb appeared in my already lifeless life. I left early and came back late, avoiding meeting him many times.
Until one day I learned from a colleague that after I changed my job three years ago, Liu Nanshu also disappeared for a period of time.
I asked, where did you go during that time.
"I admit it." Liu Nanshu lowered his head in front of me for the first time in my memory, "I'm not doing well."
I burst out laughing, and made Liu Nanshu very angry: Seeing him choked by me for the first time, I admit that I felt very happy.
But things seemed not as simple as I thought, and Liu Nanshu did not let me go easily.
"You probably don't remember. After you left, someone found it at your workstation..."
He and I paused at the same time. Rarely, Liu Nanshu was honest and did not change the subject this time. I was glad that he finally discovered my little thoughts, but I also hoped that he could forget this dark history of mine.
"What happened when you secretly took photos of me in a meeting?"
[Poisonous Tongue Iceberg × Fear of Underworld Society]
Purpose: Communication is the bridge of emotions