Years of Addiction

★Please collect the pre-collection of "Should We Go to the Sea"? See the copy at the bottom~ Copywriting of this article After being gloriously unemployed because of his refusal to follow unwritten rules, Shen Wenjin became a hot search topic for a while. Unexpectedly, in the early morning of the next day, he received a condolence call from his "mute" classmate in high school who was not easy to deal with. Qike: "I'm a video blogger and I have a team. Can you come?" Shen Wenjin:? Shen Wenjin suspected that this man was sleepwalking. Between work and face, of course face is more important. So on the third day, the face-conscious Shen Wenjin dragged his suitcase to the door of Qike's company. ... His uncle's salary was 800,000 yuan a year. "Not giving up for five buckets of rice", he is not Tao Yuanming. - Shen Wenjin has been adapting well to the company for more than a month. My colleagues are abstract but the atmosphere is harmonious. My boss is aloof but the food is delicious. Although my journey as a blogger has had twists and turns, it is still prosperous. Except for one thing that puzzled him... Why was it that when I accidentally glanced at my boss's Weibo account one day, there was a sign reading "Qijin Chaohua Host" hanging on it? ! ★A cold-blooded boss who loves to pretend to be mute x a do-gooder with a long reflex arc ★Some nine-year secret love dormant in the darkness ★1v1, he - [Pre-received copy] Want to go see the sea/Please add it to your collection ★The gentle and sickly young master in the city x the flamboyant and wild young man on the beach That year when Mu Jian was sixteen, a transfer student came to the class. The transfer student came on stage to introduce himself. He was sleeping on the table, and he only heard the words "from the city" in his hazy state. When the class bell rang, Mu Jiansheng raised his head and thought, he didn't know what this man said, but his voice was quite pleasant. The next second, the transfer student walked off the stage and sat behind him. The transfer student is tall, has a good personality, and can talk to everyone, but he always has an air about him that is incompatible with this place. Normal. Mu Jiansheng thought. Those from the city are more expensive. Mu Jiansheng kept calling "people from the city" one by one for several days, and finally called the transfer student Wen Run: "Jiansheng, I have a name." Along with this sentence was handed over a note. The handwriting on the note was sharp and sharp, not quite like his own temperament. Mu Jiansheng looked at the word "Bianchao" above and thought that both his first and last name were quite special. - The transfer student left without saying goodbye one day one year later. When they met again, Mu Jiansheng was already twenty-six years old and was the technical backbone of a shipyard. One day, a batch of orders came to the factory, and the name of the orderer was clearly that of a familiar person. After all these years, Mu Jiansheng has long since let go, and looking at these two words, he feels a bit emotional about the difference between things and people. He was about to walk elsewhere when he suddenly heard a slightly familiar, warm voice coming from behind. "Jiansheng." The man said, "Long time no see." Mu Jiansheng discovered that his previous judgment was wrong—— He was not relieved. The specific manifestation is that he doesn't want to deal with others. Mu Jiansheng didn't speak, but Bian Chao continued. "I haven't had a good look at the sea yet." He said, "You said you would take me to see the sea. Does it still count now?" Intention: Vitality and creativity are always fresh and meaningful!