Returning from Luo Xinpei's house to Siheyuan, Jiang Zhihan suddenly felt that the winter vacation was difficult. Although there were some things to deal with in his hands, he suddenly had big chunks of time for him to squander. He was no longer like a sponge a year ago or half a year ago, and he was determined to absorb the most things in the shortest time.

Jiang Zhihan sat at the desk, biting his pen and making schedules for the holiday. After writing several times, he finally finished it. He picked it up and looked at it. He felt a little bored, so he pushed it aside, took out the letter paper, and wrote a letter to Wu Siyi.

Siyi,

The New Year is over, the semester is over, and the Spring Festival is coming. Where are you?

After taking the first place in the final exam, I finally got the first place in the grade. Although it was a bad school, who said that I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. Recently, I have been studying hard and working very hard. I sat in the study room, facing the wall, and sitting for a day is often a matter of life. Sometimes after sitting for a long time, when I look up from the book, I will feel very strange in an instant, as if I don’t know where I am and when I live.

Actually, I don’t hate reading at all, but the process of using long and repeated labor to improve the slightest accuracy and reaction time is undeniably boring and long. However, perhaps most things in life are like this! There are fewer surprises, more ordinary times; there are fewer harvests, and more times when working.

Although I have made a lot of money now, my father always believes that it is not a long-term solution and hopes that I must go to college. I am not rejecting this matter, but since I transferred to school, he always thought that I had done a big mistake, and never sincerely admitted my mistake, so he has never had any good face. In any case, at the end of this period, I promised him that even in the Forty High School, I would not do worse than in the No. 7 High School, as a condition to continue to stay here. So, I should work hard.

Starting business, the stock market is still rising in general, with a few days of correction, but the trend is still so slow but continues to rise. Strangely, after the first two weeks, the excitement seems to have been much less. You may not know that when the bookstores and canteens started to operate, I could read the account books every day and have been happy for a long time. Now my daily income is still profitable on paper for the time being, and I am not comparable to that at that time, but my mood is not so brilliant. Probably, I was crazy about poverty at that time. Or, that was the first steamed bun I ate, and now I ate the tenth one. Although the flour is more advanced and large in size, it has a marginal effect in terms of satisfaction.

Our dessert shop, or pastry house, has opened. The advertising costs and other expenses that have begun to be invested are very high. I don’t expect it to make a fortune for the time being. What I need is to gain a reputation and test the reaction of the high-end food consumption market. The country is developing, and more and more rich people are also investing in larger high-end restaurants for us (although not exactly the same business type)

More or less, it is a pathfinder.

A small episode recently, and our bookstore was blocked. I won’t explain the details in detail. Anyway, it’s not a pleasant thing. Fortunately, it has been basically resolved now, so as the saying goes, you are not afraid of thieves stealing, but you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. It’s really not good to have an old thief who keeps thinking about you.

Okay, the work report is over, let’s talk about life.

Life is quite boring recently, and it is based on three points and one line. Apart from school and home (there are two homes), I just go to have meetings with them regularly. In other times, I play at least one game a week, sometimes more, occasionally playing billiards for a few hours. Last month, I played basketball with Gu Wangshan twice and accompanied Mingyang to the book market twice. That's all, it's not good enough.

I haven't gone out for a long time to eat. Facing Dajiang, I occupy a table by myself. Such a situation is somewhat embarrassing and desolate. You can definitely think of it!

A few days ago, I was saying that it was a warm winter, and the weather became cold in a blink of an eye. The night before yesterday, I slept alone in the courtyard. The snowflakes fell down at around 10 o'clock. The wind was blowing outside, giving people a very desolate feeling. Somehow I remembered what Sister Feng said, "The north wind was tight all night."

When I woke up in the morning, most of the snowflakes had turned into water, and the few leaves left were basically gone. The yellow leaves on the ground were lined with bare trees, which looked very desolate.

I think maybe the desolate thing is not the tree, the yard, and the scenery, but my mood.

Without you, the scenery is very desolate, life is lonely, and winter is very cold.

The Cold

Jiang Zhihan sat in the picture room and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already four o'clock, but his stomach was rumbling. He put on his bag, walked out, took out the bread from the bag, ate it for a few bites, and felt it was very dry. Lou went to ask Shanshan for a glass of water to drink.

Jiang Zhihan pushed open the empty door of the office and saw Shanshan sitting alone by the window, holding quietly reading, with a quiet and satisfied look.

Jiang Zhihan walked over, but she didn't feel it, so she was immersed in the book. Jiang Zhihan glanced at the title of the book, which was Tagore's collection of poems, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, what an elegant afternoon.

Shanshan raised her head and said happily: "It's you, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Zhihan joked with her, "I sat in front of the window this morning. The world was like a passerby. I stayed for a while, nodded to me and walked over again."

Shanshan laughed, "You recite Tagore's poems, probably you used them to deceive the little girl."

Jiang Zhihan said: "Come and ask for a cup of water."

Shanshan got up to pour water, and Jiang Zhihan smiled and said, "This shouldn't work now. If I see a little girl, I will say, "Girl, your simplicity is like the green water of a lake, showing the depth of your truth. She might think I am a madman."

Shanshan smiled and said, "Are you biased against Tagore?"

Jiang Zhihan joked: "No, I have suffered his losses. I remember that back then, I told a girl,

Once, we dreamed that everyone didn’t know each other.

We woke up, but we knew that we were in love with each other.

Guess what she said? She said, keep dreaming, that's true."

Shanshan pointed at Jiang Zhihan, covered her mouth and laughed a few times, and even the water in the cup she held in her hand splashed out. She sat down and handed the water to Jiang Zhihan, "I was so bored all afternoon, so I didn't come to tell jokes with my sister."

Jiang Zhihan took a few bites of bread with water and said, "Oh, I forgot to have lunch."

Shanshan smiled and said, "You are too busy all day, but after vacation, you are busier. How old are you?"

Jiang Zhihan swallowed the last piece of bread, took a sip of water, and wiped his mouth. Shanshan handed over a tissue paper. Jiang Zhihan thanked it and wiped it for a while, saying, "Really, Sister Shanshan, sometimes I envy your life. I am calm and indifferent, with a book-like work environment. I sit in front of the window in my spare time and have a lover who is in love. This is great. What else do I need to chase too many other things?"

Shanshan smiled gently, "Sometimes I still envy your life, full of challenges, possibilities, never repeating, and it is exciting. Do you think we are looking at the mountain high?"

Jiang Zhihan nodded with a smile.

Shanshan said: "Actually, the key is what you choose. Don't think that other things are the best. Enjoy the way you choose so that you can live a happier life."

Jiang Zhihan said: "Well. But, I used to choose your path, but I don't know why... I've just turned to this path now."

Shanshan giggled twice and asked with concern: "I broke up with Ni Shang, I'm very sad. Can my sister ask about this?"

Jiang Zhihan was silent for a while and said, "Yes, so I envy you and Brother Ming even more."

Shanshan said: "It's not that I comfort you. Many people in this world have never really liked someone in their lifetime, or liked each other so deeply. In this world, there are quite a few eternal things, so even if it's just a year or two years of memory, it's worth remembering and cherishing."

Jiang Zhihan nodded and said sincerely: "I understand."

After leaving the library, Jiang Zhihan stood in the street for a while.

Jiang Zhihan thought about Shanshan's words and felt that it was reasonable. Since he had chosen the busy and fast progress, he had to learn to enjoy the scenery along the way. But his problem was that although his previous life seemed to have many clues, it always revolved around two things.

Axis: Business and Ni Shang. When business temporarily entered a stable platform and Ni Shang disappeared from life, Jiang Zhihan seemed to have lost a large part of the motivation to move forward. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the library, Jiang Zhihan tortured himself, did those letters who went out and those calls for Wu Siyi back, really miss her and liked her, or did she urgently need someone to fill Ni Shang's gap and find new axis and motivation.
Chapter completed!