Author: Floating in Melbourne

"Boss." Nie Guangyi's secretary in the Rome office came over with a large pile of documents, placed them heavily on the table, and separated two piles.

The secretary pointed to the pile on the left and said, "This is where you need to sign for confirmation."

Pointing to the other side, he said: "You need to decide after reading these things whether you want to go and see them on site."

Nie Guangyi looked at his desk, raised his head and said to his secretary in Italian: "Thank you."

The secretary looked at Nie Guangyi in horror: "Oh, boss, did I do something wrong?"

Nie Guangyi gave his secretary a confused look.

"Boss, I have worked here for seven years, and this is the first time my boss has said thank you to me."

"Really?" Nie Guangyi carefully recalled it, and indeed did not remember that such a conversation had occurred before.

If not, then there won’t be, so what can we do?

Nie Guangyi didn't think there was anything wrong and just said: "Then you may hear it often in the future."

The secretary hesitated to speak, but hesitated to speak: "Boss, even if you don't say thank you to me, I won't leave your office just after hearing some rumors."

"Of course you won't. Otherwise, how would you have the chance to come back with a tan like half an African?" Nie Guangyi looked at the secretary up and down.

I don’t know what Europeans think and why they regard black as beautiful.

There is a saying that only poor white-collar workers who sit in the office every day can become tan, while rich people tan at the beach - that is, they get tan.

Because being too white will make you look poor, so those who are a little rich but can't go on vacation all the time, go get tanned - use a tanning lamp to tan yourself.

It is said that human beings have different joys and sorrows.

The ancients are honest and I don’t deceive them—I just don’t know which ancient said it.

I don’t know if Dream Girl, who is passionate about archeology, knows this.

If Dream Girl goes to the island to stay for a month, will she turn black?

Probably not very good at it.

When it is stretched to death, it will become a more popular skin color.

This doesn’t work either, it’s a pity that Dream Girl has milky skin.

When going on vacation with Dream Girl, you should never choose a place like an island.

Underwater museums, underground palaces, these should all be suitable.

"Boss? Boss?"

The secretary called twice before Nie Guangyi responded: "Is there anything else?"

"Will the regular meeting continue this morning? Or should I arrange for you to go to the meeting first?" This is the third time the secretary has asked this question. Nie Guangyi did not respond to the first two times.

"Go to the scene first." Nie Guangyi replied simply and neatly: "It's time to get ready."

"Okay, boss."

The basic rule of thumb for a secretary is that whatever the boss says is whatever it is.

Even if you can go out and get ready in two minutes tomorrow morning, you are just waiting for a word from your boss.

Nie Guangyi thought that he might be sick.

The world is so big.

There are so many women.

There are more things on his hands than he can handle.

Why is his mind filled with dreams?

No matter what I think about, it always pops up out of nowhere.

Tell the truth.

He doesn't know this girl very well either.

The total number of times we have met is only five, six, seventy-eight, nine or ten at most.

Having a good memory can really be a problem for a genius.

How big of a deal is it?

It’s not a waste of brain cells either.

…

In a dream.

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, how did you meet Pan Yue?"

Yang Rongji: "Because of my family members. My father is a famous Confucian in the Western Jin Dynasty, and An Ren is a famous child prodigy from all over the country."

Meng Xinzhi: "So I booked a baby wedding for you?"

Yang Rongji: "The year we got engaged, Anren was twelve years old and I was ten. This is not a baby marriage."

Meng Xinzhi: "If we consider it in our modern times, it can definitely be calculated."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, I read the information before and it said that Pan An was 185, which is more than eight feet tall. Why did he pass by sideways when I dreamed last time and he looked just a little taller than me?

, just over 1.7 meters?"

Yang Rongji: "The information you are reading is unofficial history, right? You just said it yourself, [We should let us live in modern times]. On the other hand, in our Western Jin Dynasty, a height of more than 1.7 meters is already a handsome person."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, I saw some information saying that Pan Anren's hair turned gray overnight because of his sister's death."

Yang Rongji: "How could it be possible? Just look at the first sentence of An Ren's "Qiu Xing Fu" and you will know that he is already young and old."

Meng Xinzhi: "In the 14th year of the Jin Dynasty, and in the 30th year of the Spring and Autumn Period, I only saw two hairs."

Yang Rongji: "The fourth year of the Jin Dynasty is what your later generations will call 278 AD. When I died, it was 298 AD. There is a difference of twenty years."

Meng Xinzhi: "My hair is white at the age of thirty-two, will I still be handsome?"

Yang Rongji: "Anren was able to write and write poems at the age of twelve. His literary talent was actually higher than his appearance. There is a saying in the Western Jin Dynasty literary world that "Lu's talents are like the sea, and Pan's talents are like the river."

Meng Xinzhi: "So, Pan An is actually not beautiful, right?"

Yang Rongji: "In the era I lived in, he must have been extremely beautiful."

Meng Xinzhi: "What a pity that I couldn't see the most beautiful man in ancient China."

Meng Xinzhi: "By the way, Sister Rong Ji, what do you think about future generations removing Pan Yue from the Twenty-Four Filial Piety?"

Yang Rongji: "I think it makes sense."

Meng Xinzhi: "Ah? No, right... I thought Sister Rong Ji would defend him a few words."

Yang Rongji: "It's not a big deal about family and country feelings, which has implicated three clans. If I hadn't died two years earlier, I would have been one of the people to be punished."

Meng Xinzhi: "Then there will be no "Mourning Poems" by Pan Yue in later generations. Sister Rong Ji, do you know that it is because of Pan Yue's mourning poems that all the mourning poems in later generations are specifically used to commemorate the deceased wife.

"

Yang Rongji: "I hope he will be safe and well."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, why are you so calm?"

Yang Rongji: "Then what should I do?"

Meng Xinzhi: "You should be unable to help yourself. Do you know that we have an idiom in later generations called [Pan Yangzhi is good]? It uses the story of you and Pan Yue to describe a couple who love each other for the rest of their lives.

."

Yang Rongji: "Sister Xin, sometimes I actually doubt Anren's feelings for me."

Meng Xinzhi: "Ah? After everything is like this, do you still need to doubt? He has been mourning for you for a full year, and he has not renewed his string."

Yang Rongji: "Two years after my death, An Ren left. He stayed to observe his filial piety for me, maybe it was because there was no suitable position for him."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, what you said makes me almost not believe in love."

Yang Rongji: "Sister of the heart, I actually like what you said in later generations, companionship is the longest confession of love. Anren has been pursuing an official career, neglecting many things, and making some friends that he shouldn't have made."

Meng Xinzhi: "No, sister Rong Ji, your requirements are too high. You know that many people in later generations will say that Pan An is the best man in Chinese history."

Yang Rongji: "If he was really that good, you wouldn't call him Pan An, but Pan Anren."

Meng Xinzhi: "I also have something to say about this. Guo Jujing of the Song Dynasty moved Pan An out of the Twenty-Four Filial Piety section by resigning his official post to serve his mother. He probably wanted to add the affairs of his own dynasty to it."

Yang Rongji: "Because I have implicated my family, in my opinion, there is indeed no such thing as pure and filial piety. If he could be a little more indifferent and just be a scholar, then we would have more time together. He wouldn't have to wait for me."

Come to mourn after death."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji seems to be resentful."

Yang Rongji: "That's not the case. I just want to tell my sister that compared to being together for a lifetime, companionship is the longest confession of love. My sister should cherish the person in front of me."

Meng Xinzhi never thought that she would suddenly dream of Yang Rongji again, nor did she expect that this dream would be very different from the previous one.

Okay, why did I dream about Sister Yang Rongji again?
To be continued...