Chapter 30

He Jianshan's business trip this time was a little longer than the original plan, and the originally scheduled dinner had to be postponed again and again. When Lin Hui received the call from Xue Pei, he was very disappointed. He never thought that one day he would have to rely on Xue Pei to know the specific itinerary of He Jianshan.

It's been almost half a month, and there is still no private chat between him and He Jianshan. The two seemed to be separated by a door, and who stood opposite each other knew each other well, but neither of them was willing to take the first step. Thinking about it carefully, in fact, this is normal. It is enough for colleagues to talk about business affairs. I have never seen any boss or employee who struggles every day about whether to chat or not. That is he and He Jianshan. They were like a moving train. They were moving smoothly on the road, but they had to forcefully change lanes in the middle of the road. It's the way it is now.

Lin Hui couldn't help sighing, not knowing when the train would return to the track.

He was in a trance when Annie knocked on the door and walked in. She put a file bag on his desk and said with a smile, "Lin Assistant, your things have been brought to you."

"Thanks."

"Two plans for this year's annual meeting have come out, can you take a look?" Every year's annual meeting is the highlight of Wanzhu. To reward employees who have worked hard for the whole year, it is natural to do it perfectly. Annie spread the documents in front of Lin Hui to see which option he preferred.

"You decide, you have a good eye." Lin Hui glanced at it casually, suddenly remembered something, pulled out his mobile phone and pushed Annie a mobile phone number, "Add a band performance to the process, you can contact him and ask him Would the band be willing to perform at Wanzhu's annual meeting?"

Annie glanced curiously and asked, "Who is this?"

"Mr. He's younger brother, He Jianchuan."

Annie was startled: "Really?!"

Lin Hui nodded: "He started a band. He is the lead singer. He sings very well. You can just follow the normal business process. Don't mention me, and don't mention President He."

"Okay, I understand."

"By the way," Lin Hui squeezed the pen in his palm as Annie turned to leave, pretending to suddenly remember, and asked, "Mr. He... What day is the flight scheduled to come back?"

Annie thought for a while: "Yesterday, I heard from Li Fenghai that Lao Pan just happened to have a project to see, and I haven't notified the booking yet."

Lin Hui nodded and stopped talking.

After Annie left, Lin Hui hesitated whether to tell He Jianshan about inviting the "Haystack Poets" to perform at the annual meeting. Although this is not a big deal, He Jianshan doesn't care about it, but He Zhao will also participate in the annual meeting. If he sees his youngest son performing on stage, I don't know if he will be angry. According to He Jianchuan, He Zhao was very disgusted with him for starting a band. In order to avoid family disputes, it is best to talk to He Jianshan in advance. Lin Hui felt that his actions seemed to be looking for trouble for He Jianshan, but, how should I put it, at least he found a reason to take a step forward - it should be more appropriate to send WeChat about this matter?

Lin Hui took a deep breath, clicked on He Jianshan's WeChat, and carefully edited a long WeChat. After reading it, he thought it was too long-winded. He cut and deleted it, and read it several times in his mind, but he didn't wait for him to sort it out. , I saw that the dialog box suddenly displayed "The other party is typing...".

Lin Hui stopped pressing the button. After waiting for a long time, He Jianshan sent six words——

He Jianshan: [Have you received the courier? 】

express delivery? What courier?

Lin Hui suddenly remembered that when Annie came over, he said he helped him with something. Lin Hui quickly took it over and took a look: the thin SF document bag should be this one.

Lin Hui: [Received]

He Jianshan quickly came back: [I haven't seen this movie either. 】

Lin Hui was a little puzzled and didn't know what movie he was talking about, but he replied politely: [Oh]

Lin Hui waited for a while, but He Jianshan never sent any new messages, so the conversation should be over. Lin Hui was a little puzzled. His eyes fell on the file bag in his hand. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the red thread of the seal, and tore it off with a "swoosh"——

Inside is a movie ticket.

There was only one movie ticket in the file bag.

Lin Hui was stunned. He watched it several times and confirmed that it was a movie ticket for the movie "The Opening". However, if he remembered correctly, the film "The Opening" had already been released a week ago. Lin Hui suddenly thought of something, and glanced at the ticket again. The time printed on the ticket was 6 pm two days later.

He only told one person that he wanted to see this movie, and it was He Jianshan.

After realizing that the movie ticket was given to him by He Jianshan, Lin Hui suddenly knocked over the paint box in his mind, and the colors became a mess: Is that what he meant? Do you mean to see a movie by yourself? Or, will he come back to watch a movie with himself in two days? Lin Hui's heart began to beat violently, he hurriedly opened WeChat, and cut to He Jianshan's page: No, nothing, He Jianshan didn't explain anything, and the last sentence remained on the "oh".

On any day in the past, the two of them could always have enough tacit understanding to decipher each other's secret words; but now, Lin Hui only felt that this person was too hateful.

Lin Hui stared at the movie tickets to and fro, he desperately lowered his expectations, and tried to convince himself that He Jianshan, who was rich and powerful, was just asking his assistant to watch a movie, don't think too much. But in some unknown corner of his heart, there are still many hopes that he dare not think or touch. Lin Hui didn't want to ask what He Jianshan meant, maybe he just decided to open the door erected between the two first, but this movie ticket made Lin Hui understand that he was not the only one who cared about this time. The "avoidance" deliberately created by the two is enough, enough.

Soon came the day.

The winter in Jinghua came relatively late this year. Although it was already December, the temperature was not low. However, the weather has not been very good these days. It has been gloomy and gloomy, as if a heavy rain is brewing. Lin Hui stood on his balcony and looked at the branches that were shivering by the sudden wind outside, guessing that it might rain today. When this rain falls, it will really start to get cold.

3 hours to 6 o'clock.

It only took 20 minutes to drive to the studio from Lin Hui's home. He was a little nervous. He stared at the clothes in the closet and looked back and forth several times, but he couldn't choose which one to wear. Lin Hui thought that he was a little funny. If Luo Ting knew what he looked like, he would definitely scold him for being unpromising: he had already slept with He Jianshan, and watching a movie was nothing, not to mention that he might not come. But this matter is indeed a bit different for Lin Hui, because "watching a movie" carries the earliest and simplest imagination of the word "love" in his youth.

This is kind of funny. When I was a child, the entertainment activities for adults were far less colorful than they are now, and the favorite thing for young people in small towns to date is to go to the movies together. Sometimes when Lin Hui heard the neighbors chatting, talking about his own or other children, he would always smile tacitly and say, "I went to the movies with my friends." At that time, he was young, and he just watched movies if he didn't understand. Movies, what's so funny. When Lin Hui grew up, he realized that "watching a movie" might not really be watching movies, but a synonym for dating and love. Over time, movies became the soil for nurturing love in his heart——

The lights go out, the screen lights up, and all the ambiguous and hazy emotions grow quietly at this moment.

Lin Hui arrived at the studio half an hour early. Maybe it was because of the weekend, there were quite a lot of people, and it happened that a new romantic light comedy was released. The eyes were full of couples, exuding a gentle and sweet atmosphere. For a while, Lin Hui didn't know if he should wait until 6 o'clock to go in. "The Opening" was all released, and it didn't look like he would check tickets. He found a place to sit down, but the studio staff suddenly came over: "Hello, is this Mr. Lin?"

Lin Hui nodded.

"Please come with me."

"Oh, okay."

The staff led him directly to the screening room. Lin Hui sat down at the arranged position and couldn't help laughing: It was exactly as he expected, it was indeed a private show, and there was even a small cart next to his seat. Popcorn and Coke are ready. But before the show time, the lights in the theater have been on, and the empty seats are a bit lonely. Lin Hui looked at the gray curtain in front of him and didn't know what to think, but he turned the phone around uncontrollably with both hands, and the screen continued to light up and gradually darkened with his movements.

Time passed minute by minute.

Snapped

Lights went out.

The big screen lit up, and the familiar title music poured in from all directions, filling the empty theater in an instant.

The phone finally ended rolling and lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Only the smell of popcorn still solidified in the air, as if he had suddenly aroused his appetite, Lin Hui took a grain and chewed it a few times: Sure enough, it was as sweet as he imagined.

Then, he exhaled a long breath.

In the end, the film could not be watched, and 30 minutes after the opening, Lin Hui left the cinema.

He drove the car all the way to the direction of home, as if behind him was not a warm and comfortable mall, but an abyss that devoured people. When we arrived at the community, it started to rain. The rain in winter is always cold and dense, accompanied by the whirring of the wind, crackling against the glass of the car body. Lin Hui parked the car in the parking space, his mind seemed to be filled with paste, and it was sticky and couldn't get anything in.

He was really tired.

Lin Hui couldn't help lying on the steering wheel, his phone had been thrown aside at will, and the carefully selected coat was pressed with wrinkles everywhere. Obviously everything is expected, why is the mood still heavy like the fog in the woods after the rain, how can it not disperse? Maybe there is really no fate between him and He Jianshan. After all, life is not about writing novels, and he is not the protagonist in the story. He can boil all the waiting and bitterness into honey.

He thought that even at the age of 30, he would still be hurt by his own delusions.

Lin Hui was in a daze all the time, not noticing that the screen of his mobile phone was flickering, and it kept showing that there was a call coming in. When he was about to get off the car and go home, he took out his phone from the co-pilot's seat, only to see that there were three missed calls, all from He Jianshan. Lin Hui was a little stunned. Just when he was about to go back, He Jianshan made a fourth call——

"Lin Hui-"

The moment he was connected, Lin Hui suspected that he had heard it wrong. He Jianshan's voice on the phone was very urgent, which was not like him. Lin Hui glanced at the screen again, and said hesitantly, "...Mr. He?"

"Where are you?"

Lin Hui was a little dazed: "I, I'm at home."

"I'm coming over now, wait for me." He Jianshan's speech was so fast that Lin Hui didn't even respond when he got close, so he hung up the phone.

Lin Hui stared at the suddenly bright mobile phone screen in a daze, just happened to Zhao Jianhua sent him a WeChat message, and he jumped out: [Lin Assistant, Mr. He seems to be looking for you in a hurry, he said that your phone is not answered, I will take your home The address was given to him, please pay attention]

It took Lin Hui a few minutes to realize what happened: He Jianshan is back, and now he wants to come to him. Lin Hui didn't know what the urgent matter was. He couldn't say it on the phone or on WeChat. He had to say it in person, but his heart was pounding louder than the rain outside. Lin Hui began to feel a little stuffy in the car. He licked his dry lips, held the phone in his hand, and stared at the screen without moving, for fear of missing another call or a WeChat message.

I don't know how long it took, He Jianshan finally called again, Lin Hui shook his hand and pressed the answer——

"I parked my car at the gate of the community, and I'm going in now, your house—"

Lin Hui interrupted him and said eagerly, "You come in from the south gate and go straight to the end, then turn right at 301, Building 28. By the way, there's a—"

Before the word "umbrella" was spoken, He Jianshan had already hung up the phone.

Lin Hui quickly took out his umbrella from the car and started walking towards He Jianshan.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater rolled down the umbrella surface to form a line with the ground, and then splashed into water. Lin Hui's pace was getting faster and faster. The wind blew his coat up, and rain splashed all over his shoes, trouser legs and shoulders. Come to him.

Lin Hui felt that nothing was important. It doesn't matter if it's the bad weather or the movie that let him down. He Jianshan came to do whatever, even if he just came to deliver the contract, he felt that it didn't matter. The two of them had never been separated for such a long time, never had a "cold war" for such a long time, Lin recalled him, missed him very much, he All I can think about now is to see him—

Lin Hui stopped.

An umbrella appeared in front of him. The black umbrella was printed with the words "Wanzhu Group" with a gold edge. It was a customized gift for a certain event of the company. He once took a car that was placed in He Jianshan. superior. The umbrella was slightly raised to the side, revealing the thoughtful face under the umbrella.

Lin Hui's throat tightened and he couldn't say a word.

Rain and street lamps have turned the world into a blurry oil painting. In this painting, only He Jianshan is clear: he stood there, his eyes filled with frightening joy.

He Jianshan couldn't help but took a step forward, and the two umbrellas touched each other lightly.

"Sorry, I—" He seemed a little annoyed, and seemed to have no idea where to start. He Jianshan stopped for a while, then slowly took out a movie ticket from his pocket, Lin Hui saw his throat rolling, and said in a low voice:

"Lin Hui, would you like to watch a movie with me?"

The heaven and earth were pulled away in an instant, and the rain flew into Lin Hui's eyes. He couldn't see anything, except for the gentle voice that seemed to be wrapped in the moonlight, which silently melted into his heart.

It's been a long time-

"it is good."

He heard himself say so.

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Will Lin Hui speak first, or He Jianshan? The next chapter is revealed.