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| | Falling snow all over Nanshan Mountain (11th Jan 23 at 2:17am UTC) | | Like an oil painting, he was not willing to make a mistake and wake her up. Yo, candid camera. "Your son is worthless." Gu Peiyu's finger gently touched the sleeping face in the photo. "She looks so delicate. She's very young." "Twenty-four." "The old cow eats the tender grass and is quite capable.". Your student? "I haven't done anything. I have a sense of propriety." Chen Zhiyu closed his cell phone. Gu Peiyu smiled comfortably and could not help sighing with emotion: "Hey.." I really.. Chen Zhiyu pushed her and continued to move forward slowly. I don't worry about anything these years, just worry about you. Just think, no matter old or young, male or female. "There's nothing to do with men." "Ha ha," Gu Peiyu is happy, "really, the man also does not matter, there is Cheng Wan in front." "I said there was nothing to do with men." "Hold on tight. You're no longer young. I'm waiting for my grandson." "You're pushing your luck." Gu Peiyu smiled. "How can you talk to your mother?" When Gu Peiyu fell asleep, Chen Zhiyu left the villa, stood at the door, smoked a cigarette, and then went down the hill. Facing the moonlight. Two days later, I got the news from Gu Xinhong. Because the proprietress of Gu was pregnant, the wedding was ahead of schedule. On August 20, the XX Hotel in the Imperial Capital was waiting for you to come and guide the work. Chen Zhiyu sorted out the mail of Chongcheng University, turned to the hot invitation card just out of the oven, and sent a message to Gu Xinhong after reading it, teasing him about the illegal use of guns/bullets/drugs. Many days did not attend to the mailbox, registered letters, invitations, academic journals, full of a whole box. He lit a cigarette and checked the most important one first. Gu Xinhong came back with a message: I was wronged. It was really a brush/gun/fire. Besides, we are legally certified to work. Chen Zhiyu is happy: Boss Gu is old and strong. Turn over to a white envelope, a clean line of address and name on it, and nothing about the sender's information. Gu Xinhong: Unlike some people who envy others and hate others, they illegally fabricate facts and destroy organizational relations. Chen Zhiyu opened the envelope,gear reduction motor, shook, and something flew out of the envelope. Three dark red maple leaves, lying on the white paper. He was stunned, the screen of his mobile phone was bright and dark, and he forgot to reply. When the ash fell, he came to his senses, brushed it away and continued to turn over the envelope. A postcard inside, like a burning rhinoceros candle, is the late maple in November in Maple City. A line of words at the back of the postcard: Mr. Chen, thank you for taking care of me for two semesters. Shit. Chen Zhiyu scolded in his heart and quickly touched his cell phone to call the silly student. The opening of the writer's restaurant is close at hand, and Sunan will go to the restaurant to take photos of the venue in the morning. She checked the articles she wanted to push again, put them in the storage box, set the timing to send them, said hello to He Rui, Parallel Shaft Gearbox ,24v Gear Motor, and then left the company with Jiang Mingqian. When I got into the elevator, the phone rang in my bag. Su Nan hurriedly handed the KT board in his hand to Jiang Mingqian and reached out to touch his cell phone. There were so many things in the bag that she brought out a pile of bits and pieces. She quickly bent over to pick them up and glanced at the screen. Before she could react, she picked up the phone directly. Hello All the things I just picked up fell off with a crash. She was stupefied for a moment, then hurried to pick it up and said in a trembling voice, "Teacher Chen..." Jiang Mingqian, holding a pile of materials in his arms, glanced at her hands and fell on her face. At school? Sunan put the things he picked up into his bag at random, leaned back against the sedan chair, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "I'm practicing." "Where?" “…… The imperial capital. "It's a long run." When she met him, she often couldn't hear the emotion in his words, and now she was at a loss at a distance of a million miles. …… All the final assignments have been collected and sent to your mailbox. I saw it. "Then you." "I got a postcard from you?" "Mmm." There was a low laugh, as if it were close to her ear. "Well done, well preserved." He made a phone call to discuss the practice of maple leaf specimens with her? "Ding." Senior sister, "Jiang Mingqian did not look at her,". We're on the first floor. Sunan can hardly hold up, "Teacher Chen." I'm at work now, and if you don't have anything else to do. The phone hung up first.
She listened to the busy tone and was in a daze. Jiang Mingqian put the KT board into her hand and pulled her out a little roughly. "Let's go, we're going to be late." When the materials are arranged in the restaurant and the photos are taken, if Sunan does not keep his heart firmly in mind, his thoughts will still drift out if he is not careful. After taking the photo, Jiang Mingqian pulled her aside and sat down. The restaurant takes a small, fresh and artistic route, with a mailbox at the entrance; the tables are all made of wood, and the back of the chair is designed as a bus stop sign; in the corner, there are some flowers and plants scattered. Jiang Mingqian asked for two glasses of water and pushed him in front of Sunan. His voice was flat and light, not like his usual voice. "Senior sister, has anyone told you that you can't hide your worries?" Sunan pursed his lips slightly. What she wanted to hide, she hid this one, and that one waited for an opportunity to escape. He sighed, as if helpless, picked up the cup in front of him, gulped it down, left her here, grabbed the SLR and went on to take pictures. Sunan sat for a long time, then hid the present worry carelessly, and got up to help Jiang Mingqian. She fiddled with the position of the KT board and turned away when Jiang Mingqian's eyes swept over. On the 22nd, the restaurant opens. Sunan got up early in the morning, pushed out the last few articles before the event, then took the computer, camera, portable wifi, and followed the colleagues of the media group, marketing group and technical group to the restaurant site. The lunch starts at 11:30,Small Geared Motors, and the diners who get the admission tickets go into the restaurant to taste the delicious food and have a close contact with the writers; the lunch ends at 2:00 in the afternoon, and the writers begin a three-hour lecture and signing; at 6:30, the VIP and media friends party begins. The schedule is tight and there is no time to breathe. ichgearmotor.com | |
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