Chapter 21 — The Bed of Your Own Choosing

She came out after the shower, saw me hugging the blanket and asked: "What do you think you are doing?" "Respect boundaries." "Boundaries are asking, not finishing the whole show yourself." I stopped: "So where do I sleep?" "On the other side of the bed." The next morning, she stood in the kitchen frying eggs, I asked what we were up to now. She flipped the egg: "How do you feel?" "Love again from the beginning." "Okay." "Simple?" "Or do you write a project plan?" I hugged her from behind, she used the shovel to tap my hand: "Oil has spewed out." After we started again, our first task was not to discuss the wedding date, but to discuss the things we had previously refused to clarify. She won't immediately leave Shanghai, nor will I move over immediately to prove my sincerity. We would meet twice a month; whoever had the more convenient schedule could make the extra trip, with no expectation based on gender. Important job opportunities must be discussed with the other person in advance, but not for approval. Family expenses of more than fifty thousand must be discussed, and lower than this number cannot be intentionally broken down into many accounts. Quarrels can be temporarily stopped, but must not disappear for more than twenty-four hours. Meng Lan said the last thing just to protect me. "I won't disappear." "You'll suddenly become very polite. Even more annoying than disappearing." What really tested these deals was the company's second capital crisis. A large customer was slow to pay, we expanded two warehouses at the same time, the cash in the account was only enough to pay one month's salary. Investors requested to cut staff, Han Dongming advocated short-term revolving loan. I didn't talk to Meng Lan for three consecutive days. On the fourth day, she saw industry news saying we were closing warehouses and called me to ask. "Why didn't you tell me?" "It's not the worst." "It's not until you can't pay your salary that it's the worst." Instinctively I wanted to explain, not wanting her to worry, but the words came to my mouth but stopped. "I'm afraid you feel like the company is about to have a problem again, marrying me is too high a risk." The other end of the line was silent for a moment. "Zhou Yanxuan, you see, we're all still committing crimes." habit old." "Yes." "So what now?" I told her the full situation. Meng Lan did not suggest selling the house, nor did she offer money directly. She helped me contact a brand that was changing logistics providers, but made it clear that it was only an introduction, whether we won it or not depends on ourselves. We prepared a plan for two weeks, and finally signed a trial contract. This operation did not immediately save the company, but made the investor willing to give another three months. Still have to pay the price. We closed one warehouse at a loss and laid off twelve people. Those employees are not numbers. Someone just borrowed to buy a house, and his wife is pregnant. On the day of the announcement, Han Dongming hid in the bathroom and smoked half a pack of cigarettes. I don't put all the responsibility on the market, nor do I promise to hire them again in the future. The company pays compensation according to regulations. I talk to each person individually and contact all positions that can be introduced. When I got home in the evening, I told Meng Lan: "In the past, I felt that if I knew the future in advance, I would be less likely to make mistakes." She was sitting on the sidewalk fixing her plan, not looking up: "You're not a fortune teller." "What if you really are a fortune teller?" "That's even more troublesome. Every day I feel like other people don't listen to me, I'm bringing it on myself." I sat next to her. "Meng Lan, there's something I haven't told you." She raised her eyes. I wanted to talk about reincarnation. The words swirled in my throat for a long time, but in the end I still didn't say them. Not because I was afraid that she wouldn't believe me, but because once I said it, all of our current relationships would be in a different life.
cover. She will know that I have loved Shen Nianchu for more than ten years, knowing that when I first met her, I saw her as a new path after avoiding the old ending. That's not fair to her. "When I first entered college, I changed dorm rooms." I said. Meng Lan was stunned: "Is this supposed to be a secret?" "At first I should have slept opposite Gu Cheng." "After that?" "At that time I felt that if I just changed there, I could avoid a lot of things." She put down the computer: "Can I avoid it?" "Avoid part of it. The rest is still there."
met." Meng Lan looked at me for a moment: "So you're not afraid of losing control, but specifically believe that changing positions can solve the problem." "Maybe." "Then don't change this time." She held out her hand. "If the company has problems, deal with them, if relationships have problems, also deal with them. Don't just feel uncomfortable and want to move to the next room." I held her hand. After the capital crisis passed, we began to seriously talk about marriage. Not to return to the old plan, but to make new arrangements. The next two years she will still be in Shanghai, and I I would spend every week with her.
I could work remotely for two days a week. We are not in a hurry to sell our house in Hangzhou, nor will we immediately buy a house in Shanghai. We would first rent a place with convenient transportation. Parents on both sides objected. My mother felt that after getting married, still living apart was not like family. Meng's mother feels that her daughter is no longer young, and if she continues any longer, it will be difficult to have children. Meng Lan asked me: "Do you want to have children?" "I've thought about it, but it's not required now."