The 29-year-old Chi He has been working in an administrative position for five years. The ridge of his eyebrows has already been mixed with a hint of calmness - the slight curvature of his fingertips when handing documents to his boss, and the measured way he raises his eyes when signing for subordinates, all seem to have been measured, so safe that no one can make mistakes.
Her hair was always loose, and a strand of black hair hung down on her cheek, blocking her round lips. But the ends of his eyes are quietly raised, like a fox, looking at everyone with a bit of indifference. Until you want to get closer, the eyes fade again, like the glass in the office across the floor, refreshing, leaving only a polite distance.
On the first day when 24-year-old Roy came to report, he saw her answering the phone in the corridor. The other party was probably the difficult director of the department. Chi He's tone was not anxious at all, and he only answered softly, with a very short ending, but it was full of determination that could not be ignored. After hanging up the phone, he turned around and saw her. His brows relaxed slightly and he smiled. Although his smile was distant and polite, it was full of grace and gentleness, like the sky after the rain in early summer, cool and tickling.
Roy's hand tightened on the registration form. She knew that Sister Chi He was not easy to get close to, just like she knew that she was the mayor's daughter and had to hide her edge here. But my eyes couldn't help but follow her: watching the strength of her fingertips pressing on the red clay when she stamped the document; watching her eating in the cafeteria at noon, her back straight and her hair swaying slightly behind her.
There is a difference of 5 years, one is "Teacher Chi" in the courtyard, and the other is a newbie who is thoughtful.
Roy counted in his mind: 29 and 24, no more, no less, enough for her to get close.
Intention: Happiness comes from pursuit
