The ICC Chinese Competition team's trip to The Hague was smoother than expected. If it weren't for the fact that Qiu Mai lost his passport when he was about to return and had to take a one-day trip to the embassy, which added a bit of thrill to the trip, it might still be possible. More bland.
Because every mountain is as high as its own, they tried their best, but only got third place. Answered Shao Lei's crow's mouth.
Fortunately, he won several individual awards, one of which was earned by Fu Yucheng, the Best Prosecution Lawyer Trial Defense Award.
The thunder was loud but the raindrops were light. Compared with the great momentum they had been given high hopes before leaving, they felt a little dejected on the return trip. Of course, this is only in the eyes of others. Although the results of the competition were unsatisfactory, a few graduate students digested themselves after a while of melancholy, except Qiu Mai.
When she found out that she was only the third runner-up, she burst into tears. She burst into tears and attracted the attention of students from other schools. Qiu Mai was afraid of disturbing others, so he took off his coat, covered his head and cried. Yang Ming was afraid that she would be deprived of oxygen, so he took off her clothes, and she bit her lip and cried silently. Everyone took out their mobile phones and took random pictures of Gua Gua.
In fact, everyone has regrets, but it seems that teasing the elementary school girl who is crying is more interesting.
After returning, a press release was issued on the school's website, and a photo of them posing with the referee from The Hague was put on a spotlight. Fu Yucheng looked a little silly looking at himself in the group photo.
As the semester came to an end, Fu Yucheng learned two things.
First, the law firm co-founded by industry giant Cheng Fangping set up a branch in Chongcheng and asked his mentor Liang Andao to join him as an intern.
Second, Liang Fu took a break from her tour in the middle of the year and was able to stay in Chongcheng for a week.
After Liang Fu got off the plane, Fang Qingqu drove to pick her up.
Since starting his job, Fang Qingqu has hid his priceless horse and drives a simple Volkswagen every day.
Liang Fu was away from home for half a year, and she spent very little time in Chongcheng. Fang Qingqu thought that the last time he would see her would be to practice for her. This time, Fang Qingqu learned his lesson and only invited a few friends, including Zhou Tan.
In fact, Liang Fu didn't want to go. She had something to worry about in Chongcheng, and Fu Yucheng must be ranked before Lao Shizi's reception banquet.
However, Fang Qingqu always tried to persuade me with good words, "Just have a meal and then leave after eating. I won't waste your time."
She reluctantly agreed, and after getting in the car, she squinted her eyes and seemed to be sleeping.
Fang Qingqu: "I'm going on a blind date on the weekend."
Liang Fu laughed out loud, very shameless, "So old-fashioned?"
"Afu, your reaction is so sad."
"What else? I'll take someone to kidnap the bride? Your mother's arrangement for you must be correct, so just enjoy it with peace of mind."
Fang Qingqu glanced at her and said nothing. She always looked heartless, and he didn't know whether his way of getting along with her was wrong from the beginning, or whether it was simply his character that determined his fate.
The place to eat is a private restaurant that Fang Qingqu is familiar with. It is a Japanese restaurant that requires reservations and is particularly clean. When she entered the house, Liang Fu hugged Zhou Tan first. Zhou Tan was still holding a cigarette, so she could only hold it from a distance with open hands, for fear of burning a hole in Miss Liang's silk skirt.
Zhou Tan said "tsk", "Okay, okay, I don't have a habit of hugging women."
Zhou Tan then told her what had happened in the group in the past few months. Tan Lin had good qualifications and ambition, and it was very likely that she would be trained as the next pillar.
Liang Fu had vaguely heard of these, and didn't think it was anything. In their industry, one general will achieve great success, and whether he can reach the top depends on his luck, apart from his strength.
On the way, Liang Fu left the table and went to the bathroom.
Zhou Tan followed and said to Liang Fu: "Afu, Sister Tan wants to ask you for a favor." She took out a cigarette from her pocket, took one out and put it in her mouth, then touched the lighter, her hands trembling as she lit the cigarette. , it took several clicks to light it.
Liang Fu understood the true intention of coming over for this meal, "Sister Tan, tell me."
"Remember the last time you took Fu Yucheng to play cards? The owner of that house... something happened."
Liang Fu broke into a cold sweat when she heard the next content, and did not dare to think about how deep the water behind it was. She wasn't entirely sure how serious the nature was, but it must be something serious to make Zhou Tan lose his mind.
"Sister Tan, to be honest, you'd better not get involved in this matter."
"Repaying kindness and repaying with hatred. This man has helped me, and I helped him in the end, which is considered to be the most benevolent thing. Afu, if you know a reliable lawyer who can take on this case, help recommend one. Don't force it, it can be done. One year less is enough for him."
"I can help you introduce them. As for whether to accept them or not, you have to talk to them yourself."
Zhou Tan wiped his face, took a puff of cigarette, and said "thank you" in a hoarse voice.
After dinner that day, Liang Fu originally planned to go directly to Fu Yucheng, but Zhang Pingyu knew her itinerary and kept urging her since she got off the plane, so she had to give up the idea and go home first.
Liang Andao was at home, and Zhang Pingyu rarely got off work early. Zhang Pingyu was very happy to learn that Fang Qingqu sent her back, "Why don't you let Qingqu come in and drink a glass of water before leaving?"
"I'm staying. He has to go back to the bureau for duty."
Zhang Pingyu boiled hot water, turned over tea leaves, and prepared to make tea for Liang Fu, "Do Qingqu and the others have the weekend off?"
Liang Fu was so tired that she didn't want to put the suitcase away. She just squatted on the ground and pulled out the things she would use tonight, "Let's put it away, I don't know."
"Why don't you go out with Qingqu during the weekend?"
Liang Fu was simply baffled, "Why should I go out with him? And he is going on a blind date this weekend."
Zhang Pingyu was so surprised that he stopped making tea and hurriedly wanted to ask the matter clearly: "Blind date? Is he going to go on his own or is it arranged by his family?"
"Of course his mother arranged it."
Zhang Pingyu's expression changed and he glanced at Liang Andao. Liang Andao understood what Madam meant, but he didn't really want to talk about this topic at this time, so he lowered his head to read and pretended not to see it.
Liang Fu found it unbelievable that it was so difficult to meet him——
The day after she came back, she thought she could finally go see Fu Yucheng, but Teacher Yang called her out again. Fortunately, Fu Yucheng also has a team building with colleagues from the law firm tonight, and he can't get away either.
The dance troupe is expensive to operate. It is impossible to close this hole with just the income from ticket sales. In addition to funding from relevant cultural/cultural/departments/departments, they sometimes also hold events and sell event naming rights. method to attract investment.
Such an investment fair must be held every year, and the troupe must have social interactions before and after. Except for a few who are willing to sponsor this kind of trivial cultural project, most of them are arty.
At this time every year, Liang Fu felt very uncomfortable. She didn't want to go, but she couldn't resist Teacher Yang's pleading. She is the star of the group, and if she doesn't go, she will show that she doesn't want to give her face.
The place where they ate was in a very high-end hotel in Chongcheng. There was a large round table in the private room, which was full of expensive delicacies from the mountains and seas. The wine was opened by Rémy Martin Louis XIII, and one bottle consumed two months' salary of their ordinary actors.
Naturally, the meal was not very pleasant, and the wine was a must, but the sponsors also watched the dishes being served. As a person with a high profile like Liang Fu, naturally she would not be treated unduly.
As a result, young actors like Tan Lin who had just joined the troupe were in dire straits. Teacher Yang tried his best to stop them and blocked a lot of drinks for them by himself. But this is a million-dollar loss-making business, and people have to want to spend their money more comfortably.
In the early years, Liang Fu refused to come.
That was the first time she saw Teacher Yang wiping away tears. She said, "Liang Fu, you don't rely on this for a living, so you may not have a deep understanding. You can turn your head away and pretend that these grievances don't exist. You have been working here without any feelings." Who can persevere? There are actors in the troupe who go out to be dance teachers on their own, or find good people to marry early. We all sincerely bless them, because it is really too hard and the cost-effectiveness is too low. But who still want to stick to this path? ?Whenever I am here, I have to find a way to fulfill their feelings and make it not so difficult for them to eat this bowl of rice."
During the dinner, Liang Fu made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
There was a large lounge outside the bathroom. She didn't see a no-smoking sign, so she sat down there and lit a cigarette.
Not long after, she heard thumping footsteps outside, and the door was pushed open. Tan Lin hurried in, without looking at her, and went straight into the bathroom. For a moment, she heard the sound of vomiting loudly.
Liang Fu quickly put out her cigarette, walked over and opened the compartment door, "Tan Lin, are you okay?" The smell inside was not good, so Liang Fu reached out and pressed the flush button for her.
The little girl had just turned eighteen this year, and she still had some baby fat on her face that had not completely faded away. When she turned to look at her, her eyes were red and she asked in a hoarse voice: "...Sister Liang Fu, when will I How can I be like you?"
Liang Fu could hear the humiliation and stubbornness in her words. Unable to bear it, she pushed away the broken hair stuck to her forehead and said warmly: "You don't have to be like me, you can go higher than me."
It was 9:30 in the evening when the meal was finished. After sending away the sponsors, Teacher Yang helped everyone take taxis one by one. They got sponsorship tonight, and the sponsors had a great time drinking. Once they didn't see the actors' private grievances, tonight could be regarded as "the host and guest having fun," right?
While Liang Fu was taking a taxi on the roadside, Fang Qingqu called and asked her if she had finished her meal and if she could accompany him to the bar for a while. All frustrated people seemed to have crashed tonight, and Fang Qingqu also seemed to be in a depressed mood.
The bar is opened by a friend of Fang Qingqu. It has a retro decoration style and plays quiet jazz music. It is very suitable for people who plan to come over for a drink.
Liang Fu was not very good at drinking, so she ordered a low-alcohol cocktail, while Fang Qingqu ordered a real whiskey, mixed with just a little soft drink. No need to ask, he must be so depressed because of the blind date during the day.
Liang Fu grew up with Fang Qingqu, and she knew very well that although he seemed arrogant, he actually had many restrictions that he had to abide by. His parents were both in the system and agreed that he should study in the police academy. Naturally, they not only hoped that he would be a grassroots policeman for the rest of his life.
"Fang Qingqu, if you complain again, I will leave. If you have any nonsense, tell me immediately. I may not be willing to listen to your complaints tomorrow."
"You will understand after I tell you?"
Liang Fu made a sound, settled on the sofa, biting a straw and drinking, "What can't you understand? I dared to resist my mother when I was six years old. You are almost twenty-six, and you still can't decide what to write in your red book." Whose name is it?"
"You dare to resist because you don't have to pay the cost. You make money when you win, and you don't lose when you lose. I'm different..." He looked at her, the meaning in his eyes was only on the surface, and he just glanced at it without daring to pay attention, "...it's nothing. Why should I gamble when I can win? If I can't marry the woman I love most, it doesn't matter who I marry."
She had never heard that this brother had a "favorite woman". Liang Fu became interested immediately and quickly asked who it was.
"..." Fang Qingqu looked at her with a look that looked retarded. Just then a message came in, and he got up to answer the phone.
After a while, Liang Fu didn't wait for anyone to come back, so she took her bag and went to the bathroom to smoke. The lights in this bar were not very bright. Liang Fu's skirt hung on the corner of the table. After tearing it off, she straightened her clothes. As she passed through the corridor, she bumped into the two of them.
Liang Fu hurriedly said "I'm sorry" to the person opposite her. When she heard the voice, she felt something was wrong. When she took a closer look, she saw a young man with a stern face. He was wearing a straight white shirt and was supporting a girl who was talking nonsense and having her feet mixed with garlic. . The girl Liang Fu knows Ding Shiwei.
Liang Fu and the people opposite were stunned for a moment.
After a moment, Liang Fu showed an unpredictable smile, held the cigarette case and passed by him, whispering in his ear: "Send the person back to his seat, come here quickly, and talk to the senior sister."
Fu Yucheng went to Cheng Fangping's place to report two days ago.
On the day I arrived, I saw a person immersed in work sitting on the empty seat reserved for interns. It was Ding Shiwei. Fu Yucheng was not pretentious and thought that Shao Lei had sold his information again. After all, Cheng Fangping's law firm was top-notch in the industry, and he was certainly not the only one willing to intern.
After all the new colleagues and interns were onboarded, Cheng Fangping led everyone out for the first team building. After dinner at the hotel, everyone was still satisfied. I heard that a new bar nearby had good reviews, so we came over to explore the bar again.
Ding Shiwei was not a good drinker and could not stand the kindness of others. After toasting a few glasses of wine to the seniors in the institute, she felt like vomiting. As a low-level intern, Fu Yucheng sat next to her and saw that she hadn't come back after leaving for a long time. No matter how clean this bar was, it was not necessarily a safe place. He was worried that she, a girl, might be in danger, so he went to check it out. Nothing happened to him. He vomited completely and rested on the sofa beside him.
Fu Yucheng helped the person back to his seat, thinking that he had to "talk clearly" with Liang Fu and find a reason to leave. Walking back, I saw an acquaintance sitting not far from the bar, Fang Qingqu.
Exiting the bathroom, a corridor leads to the end, which is the back door of the bar. Under a corridor lamp, Liang Fu was leaning there with a cigarette in her hand.
Fu Yucheng walked over and stopped in front of him. His white shirt was obviously prepared for work. The sleeves were rolled up and two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his clear Adam's apple and collarbone.
Liang Fu glanced at him, raised her eyebrows, and blew a smoke ring into his face. Fu Yucheng didn't hide either. He looked at her trying to laugh or not, "Sister, please talk to me first."
Liang Fu blinked and smiled innocently, "What do I need to talk about?"
"I've been back for two days. One day I had dinner with my friends to catch up on the wind and dust; the other day I was socializing with the group and couldn't get away from it." Fu Yucheng looked at her, "...is Officer Fang the person you're socializing with?"
Liang Fu asked back: "Is your team leader Ding Xuemei?"
They looked at each other and smiled.
Liang Fu thought about her promise to give him a "reward", and felt a vague sense of uneasiness in her heart. She couldn't tell if it was expectation. However, the more this happened, the calmer she acted, looking at him with her head sideways, openly and without any shyness.
"Fu Yucheng, you went to the Netherlands. Did you bring any souvenirs to your senior sister?"
"...forget."
"You liar, I don't believe you."
"I'm really not lying to you this time." Fu Yucheng said with a smile, "Walking around the airport, the souvenirs are all made in China. You should not be short of cosmetics as well."
"Do you understand what the heart means?"
Fu Yucheng pondered, "I owe it now, and I'll give it to you next time?"
Liang Fu smiled and gave him a look, "Who cares?"
There were also people coming and going at the back door. The two of them stood talking for a short time before someone interrupted them. Liang Fu threw the cigarette butt into the pile of ash at the base of the wall, then grabbed Fu Yucheng's arm and walked out.
A back alley, but quite quiet. It was strange that the moonlight was surprisingly good tonight. They walked out for a hundred meters arm-in-arm, chatting about the trip to The Hague, the tour in the South...
I don't know who stopped first, under the eaves of a flower shop. It was closed, but the lights were still on. There was a large pot of dark green Monstera deliciosa hanging in the window, and the yellow light leaked from the leaves, illuminating the flower shop's logo spelled out on the glass window.
Liang Fu looked through the window for a while, "Hey..."
Turning around to speak, she realized that Fu Yucheng was so close. She was forced by the distance to take half a step back, her back pressed against the glass window, her heart beat rapidly, and she suddenly lost her ability to speak, "Fu..."
Without saying a word, Fu Yucheng took her arm and hugged her straight into his arms.
The shirt smelled of sweat and alcohol, as well as the hot breath of the entire summer, burning her eyes and heart.