The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no goggles on the surface of the lake. Looking from a distance——
The night was deep and the black fog was thick. From the majestic fog came the clear voice of a child, reciting an ancient poem. Through the fog, Zhou Song saw the child, a boy, standing far away.
Opposite him, his body was entangled in the mist like a giant snake. He wanted to get closer and see his face clearly, but he could not get through the majestic black mist. He could only hear him reciting the poem over and over again.
Looking in the distance...what are you looking at in the distance? He was still carrying it, but Zhou Song couldn't hear clearly. The boy's figure was gradually swallowed by the giant snake, leaving only a vast and deep fog between the sky and the earth.
He opened his eyes and realized that the fog and the boy were just a dream. But the feeling of heart palpitations and the cold sweat on his back that soaked his pajamas were so real. He sat up slowly, calmed down for a while, and finally
He heard someone talking outside the bedroom, not just Sister Cai, but also a man's voice. He got out of bed, opened the bedroom door and walked out, and saw Sister Cai and a young man in a suit sitting in the restaurant talking.
.The two people were talking and laughing, and had a great time talking.
When Liang Xie saw Zhou Song coming out of the bedroom, he smiled and said, "Good morning."
Zhou Song saw that he was holding a suit in a cloth bag and already guessed Liang Xie's purpose. He walked through the living room without saying a word and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Liang Xie followed him with the suit and buttoned it up.
He locked the frosted glass door of the bathroom and said, "I hung my clothes outside the door, please remember to change them."
Zhou Song finished taking a shower, dried his hair, got dressed and walked out of the bathroom. He only put on suit pants and a white shirt, with his tie and suit jacket in his hands. Sister Cai was setting up breakfast, laughing
Said: "Oh, Mr. Zhou looks energetic and beautiful dressed like this."
Zhou Song sat down in the restaurant and threw his tie and coat on the chair. He looked at the bowl of white porridge with nuts in front of him and was confused for a while before picking up a spoon to drink the porridge. Liang Xiao picked up his tie and walked behind him, first
Stand up his collar, tuck in his tie, and then bend down to help him tie his tie carefully. "On your first day at work, you must make a good impression on your colleagues."
After tying his tie, Liang Xie helped him straighten his collar, then sat next to him and looked at his face, and said, "You don't look good. Do you sleep very late these days?"
When Zhou Song heard this, he stopped biting his spoon and looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window in confusion. Did he sleep late? No, he fell asleep before twelve o'clock every night, very punctually, without exception. He didn't know this either
Why, maybe it's the biological clock he has developed over a long period of time? Moreover, he sleeps very deeply, often without dreaming until dawn, and after waking up, he doesn't even remember when he fell asleep.
But he never told others about these things. He just said: "One thing."
After eating, he followed Liang Xie downstairs and got into Liang Xie's car. Liang Xie drove the car out of the community and said: "While I'm in China, I'll sign you up for a driving school training class? After work, go practice driving."
, you can get the certificate in two or three months.”
Zhou Song looked out the window and said, "I don't want to learn to drive."
Liang Xie glanced at him and said, "Then I won't learn anymore. I'll assign you a driver."
Zhou Song still refused coldly: "No, it's very convenient to take a taxi."
Liang Xie said no more and drove half the car in silence before saying, "Xiao Song, my eldest brother arranged for you to go to work in the company. He just hopes that you can live an active life. He is worried that you will not learn well when you are with Pan Shaojie and his gang every day."
Zhou Song did not agree with a word of what Liang Xie said, and was even a little disgusted. In his heart, Zhou Lingjun was a sanctimonious hypocrite. Zhou Lingjun regarded himself as the 'eldest brother' and was the leader of all the children in the Zhou family. Zhou Lingjun did not act like
The rest of the Zhou family treated him as nothing, just wanting to exert their majesty as a leader - Zhou Lingjun just wanted him to be his subject and didn't really care about his life or death.
Zhou Song was bored in his heart, but he smiled respectfully and said, "I know brother is doing it for my own good."
Liang Xie said: "I'm looking for a psychiatrist for you. I know there are a lot of things you won't tell me. As long as you want, you can talk to the psychiatrist at any time."
Screw them, he would rather go to hell than see a psychiatrist again. Zhou Song smiled and said, "Okay, then it's all about the hard work, Brother A'Xie."
In the Bauhinia Office Plaza, the building of Wanheng Group is the most impressive one. Zhou Song followed Liang Xie through the lobby and entered the elevator. Everyone who came in greeted Liang Xie. "Good morning, Secretary Liang."
Liang Xie responded with a smile: "Morning."
On the way up the elevator, Liang Xie said: "Follow me to go up first to meet my eldest brother?"
Zhou Song: "It's up to you."
Liang Xie's cell phone rang. He took it out, looked at it, and said, "He is in a meeting, so we won't go up now. I'll take you to the marketing department."
Zhou Lingjun didn't see him, so he didn't care. He followed Liang Xie to the marketing department on the 12th floor and met Daisy, the female manager of the marketing department. Daisy was in her forties, wearing a smart professional suit, with thin black eyebrows and painted
His scarlet lips looked murderous. Liang Xiao handed him to Daisy and left. Daisy didn't pay much attention to him. She immediately assigned him to the second team of the marketing department and asked her assistant to take him to the onboarding process.
.
Colleagues didn't seem to know his identity, but the news that Liang Xiao personally led him to Daisy's office had spread, so everyone looked at him with unpredictable eyes. After he was hired, there was an extra one in his neck.
Employee card, sitting at his own workstation like everyone else, looking at the large-screen computer on the table in a daze, feeling very unreal.
"Hi! Hello? Hello, hello? Um... Zhou Song?"
Zhou Song was in a daze, and when he heard his name being called from the neighbor next door, he turned around and asked, "Huh?"
Sitting on his right was a sweet, quiet and pretty girl. The girl pointed to the employee badge on his chest and said, "Is your name Zhou Song?"
Zhou Song nodded: "Hello."
The girl showed her employee card to him and said with a smile: "My name is Tian Xin. Sister Sangzhuo asked me to take you. Our second team will have a proposal meeting later. Let's prepare the materials for the meeting first.
.”
Take what you have come, take it easy, just like a monk hitting the clock, Zhou Song quickly adapted to his status as a newcomer in the marketing department, and followed Tian Xin to start the trivial work of setting up the venue. He copied documents, distributed information, cleaned the conference room,
He went to the tea room to make tea and coffee according to everyone's taste, and sat in the corner of the conference room to take meeting minutes. It was his first time doing these tasks, but he quickly became proficient at it, and he was busy but not chaotic, and well organized.
It's just that the conference room was too stuffy, and I couldn't decide which of the several plans to use. There was no need to record the lengthy remarks of the participants, but everyone kept talking. Zhou Song had poor patience, and he became increasingly frustrated.
, but apart from sitting there, he could only press the switch of the ballpoint pen.
Tian Xin saw that he was impatient, so she asked him to go to the tea room to refill everyone's coffee and tea. As soon as Zhou Song left the conference room, he loosened his tie, walked into the tea room, closed the door, and let out a long breath. He took it out of his pocket.
He took out his cell phone. It started vibrating half an hour ago. So far, he had missed five calls. One was from Pan Shaojie, and the rest were from Han Feilu. He ignored the missed calls and started to mess with him.
I just learned how to use the coffee machine. After a while, the phone started vibrating again. It was Han Feilu. Zhou Song hesitated for a moment and answered the call. He put the phone to his ear and said nothing.
Over there, Han Feilu didn't seem to expect that he could get through this time. After shouting a few words to someone else, he realized that the call was connected and hurriedly said: "It's me."
Zhou Song: "Yeah."
Han Feilu: "It's still the same thing yesterday. I have to find out. Do you really not know Fang Lei?"
Zhou Song: "I've said it many times, I don't have the slightest impression of this person."
Han Feilu: "But I checked your file and found that you did go to Changning Primary School and were classmates with Fang Lei. I also asked your class teacher at that time and she said that you and Fang Lei had a good relationship and often went to school together.
study."
Hearing him investigating himself, Zhou Song suddenly clenched the paper cup in his hand, his face as cold as ice: "Then what else did you find out?"
Han Feilu: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Song sneered: "Since you have found out about my elementary school, you should have found out that on the second night after Fang Lei disappeared, a fire broke out in a lakeside villa in Chidori Lake in the southern suburbs, killing two people. How about that?
Go and find out what happened, who set the fire? Who was burned to death? Are there any survivors?"
Han Feilu: "Zhou Song, I don't -"
Zhou Song: "Remember to tell me when the investigation is clear."
Zhou Song hung up the phone, stood still for a moment full of anger, smashed the crumpled paper cup into the trash can, picked up a few cups of coffee and walked out of the tea room. He was very angry, and he hadn't been this angry for a long time, probably because
Han Feilu investigated his past and dug up a past event that he least wanted to be known or mentioned. No, he was not angry, he was fearful. He was afraid of mentioning things that happened fifteen years ago again.
He was afraid that the memory that he had struggled to hide would be awakened, and he was even more afraid that the person who dug out this story from his heart was Han Feilu. He did not want Han Feilu to know because he was afraid that Han Feilu, like others, would treat him the same way.
Suspicion arises in the heart. This suspicion is just a wary look, a dodging movement, and an evasive turn; they kill people without blood and are the most heart-wrenching weapons.
Passing by the office area, there was a girl with a ponytail sitting near the aisle, with a department intern sign hanging around her neck. The girl was anxiously looking at a pure English document on the computer, with red eyes filled with tears.
Zhou Song glanced at her, intending to turn a blind eye and walk past her, but turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"
The girl said: "The team leader asked me to translate this email, but, but I -"
But her English is not good enough and she can't translate. Zhou Song: "You can help me deliver the coffee to conference room three, and I can help you translate, okay?"
"That's great, you sit down and I'll help you get in."
The girl gave him her seat, thanked him profusely, and left with the coffee. Zhou Song sat down to translate the email. After translating a few lines, he saw the screen of the phone on the table light up. It belonged to the girl just now.
Stopped at a WeChat group chat page, and new messages kept popping up. Zhou Song didn't like to peek at other people's messages, so he only glanced at it accidentally, but saw his own name. This was a very small group, not formal.
There are only a dozen people in the work group. It should be a group created by colleagues with good relationships. It has nothing to do with work and is just for chatting. At this time, the people they are chatting with are the new employees.
"I just went to inquire about it, and I found out that Zhou Song is the son of Princess Wanheng Zhou Han. Do you know Zhou Han? She is the aunt of our general manager Zhou Lingjun, and Zhou Song is Zhou Lingjun's cousin.
.”
"That Zhou Han who was burned to death more than ten years ago? Oh my God, I think about it. Does she have a son?"
"Yes, he was burned to death too."
"Damn it, isn't Zhou Song the son of Zhou Han and Chi Chenguang?"
"Not him or who?"
"Tiantiantian! I met a legendary figure!"
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? Who is Chi Chenguang?"
"Hey, it happened more than ten years ago. No wonder you young people don't know about it. Only us old guys remember this period of history."
"The name Chi Chenguang is so familiar. I think I heard about this person in a serious crime documentary just a few days ago."
"That's him! The notorious murderer! Tsk, tsk, tsk, Zhou Han really got a good husband."
"Don't say that. Zhou Han didn't know Chi Chenguang's true identity when he married Chi Chenguang. She was also deceived."
"Yes, she is very pitiful. The child was nine years old when her husband was arrested. She committed suicide several times despite being stigmatized."
"Tell me, how did Zhou Han die? It's too strange to be burned to death suddenly!"
"Hey, let me tell you, a family of three was trapped in a villa, and only two of them were burned to death. The remaining one is -"
A few steps away, Zhou Song saw the girl coming back, so he quietly picked up a document, covered his phone, and continued to translate the email. After translating the email, he asked how to get to the bathroom, and after getting directions, he left the big office.
But instead of going to the bathroom, he went to the stairwell. He was the only one in the stairwell. He stood tiredly leaning against the wall. The news he had just seen passed by his eyes one by one, and he seemed to be able to hear the voices of those discussions.
He took out his cigarette case and lighter, and just as he lit the cigarette, his cell phone rang again. It was Pan Shaojie.
Zhou Song: "What's the matter?"
Pan Shaojie: "I'm having a party tonight. I've sent you the address on WeChat. I'll definitely be there."
Zhou Song: "I don't have time."
After he finished speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone, but Pan Shaojie shouted: "Damn it, you didn't come to celebrate my fucking birthday? Are you a buddy?"
Zhou Song pinched his eyebrows irritably: "That's not it."
He hung up the phone, smoked a cigarette and went back to the office.
At six o'clock in the evening, employees started to get off work one after another. Zhou Song compiled the minutes of the day's meeting according to Tian Xin's instructions and left work with everyone. He walked out of the office building and stood under the overwhelming pale golden sunset, suddenly feeling a little confused.
, didn't know where to go. A black Bentley drove over slowly and stopped more than two meters in front of him. The window was rolled down, and Liang Xie sat in the driver's seat and said: "Xiao Song, get in the car."
Zhou Song smiled reflexively, but stood still.
Liang Xie got out of the car, walked to him, and said with a smile: "Brother is in the car. He has booked a restaurant to express condolences to you on your first day at work."
Zhou Song seemed not to understand what he said and frowned in confusion.
The window of the back seat also rolled down, and a man in a suit and leather suit sat in the car. He turned his head slightly toward Zhou Song, revealing his sharp profile. He had pale skin, rimless eyes, and a pair of narrow phoenixes.
My eyes were covered behind thin lenses, as if they were covered with a layer of ice.
"Why don't you get in the car?" His voice was cold, his temperament was also cold, and his whole body was pale and handsome, making people think of the pale, cold, and beautiful vampires that only exist in European and American legends.
Zhou Song originally didn't plan to go to Pan Shaojie's birthday party, but now he changed his mind, "It's my friend's birthday and he invited me to his birthday party."
Zhou Lingjun's expression remained unchanged as the car window slowly rose, hiding his face behind the dark glass.
Liang Xie seemed a little disappointed and said: "In order to have dinner with you tonight, he specially arranged a very important social event. He hasn't seen you in the past few days because you made trouble in school and were suspended. He was very angry.
" He put his hand on Zhou Song's shoulder and said earnestly, "If he hadn't let go, do you think you could study art in the UK?"
Liang Xie stopped and drove away. His words touched Zhou Song a little bit, but only a little bit. That little wavering was soon poured into mud and stone, and his heart was hardened. He
He glanced in the direction where Zhou Lingjun's car left, then walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi to attend Pan Shaojie's birthday party.