Chapter 6 — Take Back Your Life

He lost weight, his eyes were red as if he had been awake for several nights in a row. I didn't go downstairs. Just answer one question: "Don't get in my way." The day I arrived in Beijing to take the job, Zhou Jingze also came. I pulled my suitcase out of the station, he stood at the exit, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand. Seeing me, he immediately came over. “Thi Vi.” I went around him. He followed. “I just want to take you to the company.” "No need." “You and Luong Thu Y broke up.” My steps don't stop. “It's not like you broke up with her.” I turned my head to look at him. “It's that she doesn't need you anymore.” His face immediately turned white. "It really broke off. She pushed everything on me, and then I realized how stupid I was." “I'm not stupid.” A little light flashed in his eyes. I said: “You are evil.” That bit of light immediately went out. The coffee cup in his hand swayed and spilled onto the back of his hand. It's like he doesn't feel the burn. "Thi Vi, you can start again. Your opportunity in Beijing is gone, I will find another job. Give me some time, I will prove..." "Prove what?" I looked at him. "Prove that after you discovered that Luong Thu Y didn't need you anymore, you finally remembered how good I am?" His face was pale. "Not." “So what is it?” "I love you." I laugh. “Zhu Jingze, is the person you love me?” He quickly said: "Yes." "Not." "My love Tham Thoi Vi will always wait for you, give in to you, find reasons for you." “But she is dead.” He stood in place, his eyes red and scary. I pulled my suitcase forward. He didn't dare chase after her anymore. The core group in Beijing is even harsher than rumored. Morning meetings are like defending a thesis, weekly meetings are like trials. The plan was rejected, the code was rewritten, and meetings at two o'clock in the morning were also common. The first time Jiang Nghien Le pointed out a mistake right in front of everyone, he pushed the report back to me. “Tham Thoi Vi, this is not schoolwork.” I gritted my teeth. “I fix it.” “Before twelve o'clock tonight.” "Okay." That night I had a stomach ache and my forehead was covered in cold sweat. Giang Nghien Le passed by the workplace and threw me a box of stomach medicine. “After eating, then continue writing.” I was stunned. "Thank." He didn't look at me. “I don't need to prove that I won't fall.” My hand that was peeling the hair stopped. In the past, Chu Kinh Trach always said: "You are so good, you can definitely do it." Giang Nghien Le said: "If you can't stand it, say it, the team is not a decoration." At that moment, I suddenly wanted to cry. Because for the first time, it turns out that being respected is what it feels like. At ten o'clock at night, I went downstairs. Chu Kinh Trach stood in front of the company door. The receptionist said, you've been waiting for three days. The first day I gave flowers, I told the receptionist to throw them away. The second day I gave the porridge, I asked the security guard to return it. On the third day, he brought nothing with him and just stood in the rain. Seeing me, he took a step forward. “Thi Vi.” “Come any closer, I'll call the police.” His steps stiffly stopped. Rainwater ran down his face. Like tears, like retribution. “I have a stomachache.” His voice was very hoarse. “It hurt so much that I couldn't stand. I suddenly remembered the time you had acute gastroenteritis last year.” “That day you told me to call a car to the hospital myself.” I calmly looked at him. He cried. “Tham Thoi Vi, how could you be so miserable at that time?” I said: "Because you don't care." He felt like he had been stabbed with a knife, his whole body stiffened in the rain. "Sorry." "It's late." He took a step forward. “I really regret it.” I stepped back. “Then just regret it properly.” Before the elevator door closed, I saw him crouching down, covering his face with his hands. I have no pleasure in revenge in my heart. Only calm. It turns out that when a person really gives up, even watching him cry until he's miserable won't hurt. Two months later, the module project I led entered the final round of the company's innovation competition. Before going on stage, I saw Chu Kinh Trach in the last row. In front of him, he wore a temporary ID card from an outsourcing company. The person who was once enthusiastic and had everyone's praise for his immeasurable future, now sits in the corner, not even in the middle of the hall.

g can enter. He lowered his head to look at his temporary card, then unconsciously hid it in his jacket. I just looked once, then moved my eyes. The defense session begins. The jury asked seven questions straight away. I can handle it all. Finally, Giang Nghien Le asked: "If this project fails, what will you bear?" I tightened the control. “Suffer the consequences, summarize the causes, and do it again and again.” He looked at me, his eyes finally showing a smile. "Very good." Applause rang out. My project won first place. When the trophy was handed to me, my fingertips trembled. I was finally able to stand up. After the game ended, Chu Kinh Trach stopped at the door. “Thi Vi, congratulations.” "Thank." Polite, calm, aloof. His eye sockets immediately turned red. “Now I don't even want to scold you anymore.” I looked at him. “Chu Kinh Trach, people only scold when they still care.” I walked past him. He suddenly asked: "Does he treat you well?"