I am eight years older than Chen Qinlin. I accompanied him from intern to project manager and became my equal. Five whole years. At the beginning of the story, he was meticulous in sending flowers and treasures in the name of consulting his seniors. At the end of the story, he lit a cigarette in the warm and fragrant nephrite. "Lu Wen... She should also look at the wrinkles on her face... Why should a 35-year-old woman talk to me about the future?" "Besides, she made a mistake and was sent abroad to open up wasteland, and she actually dared to ask me if I wanted to go with her?" I held the first-class ticket and laughed at myself. The bright future that Chen Qinlin thought he had was without me. He is no longer worthy of walking along the broad road of my life.
