Zhou is very rich, and the performances for the employees are also very luxurious. The performance is a one-and-a-half-hour short play, with live-action performances, many and realistic sceneries, and the stage will rotate as the plot progresses. It is said that the tickets for the last row have to be two thousand less, let alone the company packaged them. They are still the first few rows.
This kind of live performance, logically speaking, the closer you get, the more immersive you feel, but the actual perception depends on the specific location.
Mu Xueyi's position was very biased, and she couldn't see the full view of the front of the stage. She happened to be sitting in front of a landscaped waterfall, and all the water beads flew to her face.
It is indeed very immersive, she now feels like a pebble in the waterfall.
In fact, their department was assigned the most rare first row, but the middle position was not her turn. She was a little clerk and could only sit in the corner.
Mu Xueyi wiped the drops of water on his face, regretting not bringing a raincoat over.
The performance began, and the huge infield was dimmed.
There was a rustle of footsteps behind him, and several people in the marketing department turned their heads reflexively, and it was Xiao Ai who came over.
Xiao Ai pressed his throat and asked, "Who will buy a drink for Mr. Zhou?"
Everyone sat down. Of course, they didn't want to run errands anymore, and naturally called Mu Xueyi to go.
Xiao Ai snickered slyly and motioned to Mu Xueyi to go with her.
The two walked around to the back of the theater, Xiao Ai took Mu Xueyi up the steps, went to the second floor box, opened the door, and stretched out his hand grinningly:
"The second lady, please come in."
The box is very dark, but still spacious, with a sofa and a coffee table. The wall facing the stage has a large window, half the size of a wall, where you can clearly see the performance.
Zhou Zhenyue sat on the sofa in a very casual posture, nothing like the way she usually sits upright in front of the old man. Seeing Mu Xueyi coming in, she pointed to the other end of the sofa and said, "Sit down."
Mu Xueyi didn't sit down right away, she curiously leaned over the window and looked down, and found that this was the most central position, with a wonderful view. There is a Dunhuang dancer who is dangling in the air, very close to her, as if she can catch the streamer of the other party's skirt as soon as she reaches out her hand.
She couldn't help sighing: "This position is great too."
Zhou Zhenyue put down the right leg folded on the left leg. With the sound of squeezing and rubbing against the sofa, she slowly stood up and walked to Mu Xueyi's side.
"Of course, this is the most expensive place in the theater." Zhou Zhenyue put her arm on the window sill, and the stage lights flashed on her face. "Look, how much money is good, you can always sit in the most expensive place." Good place. So you have to work hard and strive for a promotion and a salary increase after the year, and strive to earn more than me one day in the future."
Mu Xueyi smiled: "You too value me too much. If I had the ability to surpass you, the richest man in Anyang City, I would have seized power in Mu Clan for a long time. Also, you know the job content of a clerk, it's a help. If someone lays his hand, there is no chance of promotion."
Zhou Zhenyue pondered for a moment and said: "If you feel that your current position is not good, wait two months, I will find an opportunity to transfer you to the audit department."
Mu Xueyi: "Forget it, it's good for me to be a clerk with peace of mind. I don't have to worry about it, and I live comfortably."
Zhou Zhenyue only smiled at Mu Xueyi's unpredictable salted fish behavior, and did not persuade him, "It's up to you."
Mu Xueyi pursed her lips, quietly took out a delicate small box from her pocket, and glanced at Zhou Zhenyue next to her.
The box was held in her hand for a while, she coughed dryly, her eyes dodged and handed it to Zhou Zhenyue.
Zhou Zhenyue saw the small bow on the box, took it over, and looked at the packaging of the box, "Gifts?...That's right, you have always given gifts when you chased me before. This is also one of the ways you chase people. ."
Mu Xueyi smiled with embarrassment: "It's not the same. The things I gave you before were bought by my father and asked me to give it. This time I bought it with my own salary. I... only got the first in my life a few days ago. A salary that belongs to me has a different meaning. I don’t want to spend it casually. I always feel...it must be used to buy you something."
Zhou Zhenyue squeezed the box's fingers at random.
For a long time, she slowly tightened her fingertips and held it firmly in her hand.
She stared at the lines on the box, stared for a while, then slowly looked at Mu Xueyi, "...Can you open it now?"
Mu Xueyi nodded: "Of course it can."
Zhou Zhenyue seemed to be afraid that the contents of the box would fall when she opened it on the window sill. She walked back to the sofa and sat down, turned on the torch function of the mobile phone, put both hands on it, and carefully separated the box cover and the box itself.
Under the illumination of the flash of the mobile phone, the delicate black velvet reflected the delicate white light.
In the middle of the black velvet lies two deep blue tiger-eye cufflinks. The gemstone pattern in the middle is quaint and luxurious, and the surrounding silver ornaments just line up the blue of the gemstone. The combination of silver and dark blue resembles the temperament of Zhou Zhenyue's body.
In the coldness, there is a deep and unseeing way.
The cufflinks are from Tateossian, a British brand. It is not as exaggerated as a luxury of more than one hundred and two hundred thousand, but it is not cheap. These two pieces are estimated to cost about four to five thousand yuan. For Mu Xueyi, it should be bought with all his salary.
Zhou Zhenyue took them and rubbed them for a while.
She immediately removed the original cufflinks from the cuffs of the shirt, picked up the pair of tiger-eye cufflinks, pinched the cufflink handles and passed them through, aligning and tightening the sleeves carefully, locked the cufflinks, and buttoned them in.
Mu Xueyi sat next to her and leaned forward a little while holding on to the edge of the sofa. The light of the mobile phone flashlight reflected in her eyes, shining brightly with a heart-pounding tenderness.
"You always wear formal attire, I just thought, if you give you a pair of cufflinks, you can wear them with you no matter which shirt you wear."
Zhou Zhenyue looked at her wrist, her lips pursed with an uncontrollable smile.
Mu Xueyi: "Does it look good?"
Zhou Zhenyue: "...good-looking."
Mu Xueyi: "Of course, the things I picked must be beautiful."
Zhou Zhenyue chuckles: "You are very confident."
"I have always been confident in my vision," Mu Xueyi tilted her head and stared at Zhou Zhenyue's slender eyelashes. "The people I like are so good, how could the gift of choice be bad?"
Zhou Zhenyue couldn't help laughing a little deeper, and pulled down the sleeves of his suit to cover the tiger-eye cufflinks on the cuffs of the shirt, "No matter how slick your tongue is, I won't change 65 points to 100 points right away."
"Ah..." Mu Xueyi deliberately made an annoyed look, "You actually saw the true purpose!"
Zhou Zhenyue raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay, your play is better than the actors on the stage. Watch the performance, this crew will be on a national tour in Anyang, and there will be no chance to watch it again. "
Mu Xueyi didn't intervene anymore, said hello obediently, and looked at the stage intently.
The story is halfway through.
The background of the plot is the ancient Silk Road period. The male and female owners are not the establishment of a big identity, but an ordinary couple in the village. When they started watching, A-mei had sent her brother into the camel team. The camel team passed the bustling city, passed the majestic snow-capped mountains, and came to the sandy desert.
When the older brother left, A-mei made a big cake for him to fill his hunger on the road. But the elder brother was reluctant to eat, and kept his back behind him. When the food in the desert was the most in demand, he didn't touch the cake. He held it in his arms every day as his last spiritual support.
Later, while walking through the desert, the camel team was attacked by a pack of wolves, and Brother was accidentally surrounded by packs of wolves in order to protect his teammates. An ordinary person, no matter how brave he is, cannot single-handedly resist the ferocious wolves. In the end, the elder brother still died in the mouth of the pack of wolves. When being dragged by the wolf, he untied the package wrapped in bread and threw it to his teammates.
The teammates were grateful for Brother's bravery, no one ate the cake, and hid it in the package and preserved it.
The camel team went through the desert, went to the Western Regions, dredged trade, helped the monks, and opened a great trade route connecting the East and the West.
This is ten years.
Ten years later, they returned to their hometown in a humble manner and handed the corrupted and black cake to Amei who had been watching the village for ten years. At this time, they had time to tell her that the person she was waiting for had actually died ten years ago.
The actress knelt on the stage holding the cake and couldn't stand up crying. Mu Xueyi looked at her, but the focus was not on the tear-jerking plot. "A cake can really be kept for ten years? Will it not be broken into slag?"
Zhou Zhenyue: "...maybe a discus."
Mu Xueyi: "It may also be a fossil."
Zhou Zhenyue: "Tea cakes are also possible, and tea leaves are kept for a long time."
Mu Xueyi: "Impossible. The heroine was white when she first took it out. It must not be a tea cake."
Zhou Zhenyue: "..."
"The audiences below are wiping their tears. You are discussing pie with me," Zhou Zhenyue chuckled. "Fortunately, I heard that this drama is touching, so I asked Xiao Ai to buy a few packs of paper for you to prepare."
Mu Xueyi still watched the performance on stage and smiled lightly: "Actually, I just wanted to cry a little bit, but I'm embarrassed to cry because you are next to me."
Zhou Zhenyue: "So when I wanted to cry, I deliberately told me about cakes?"
Mu Xueyi: "...Hmm."
Zhou Zhenyue stood up on the sofa, took the unopened tissue on the coffee table, opened the seal and put it next to Mu Xueyi, and said:
"Then I will go out first, and I will come in after you have finished crying."
"Don't," Mu Xueyi subconsciously pulled Zhou Zhenyue's cuffs and blurted out, "Don't go."
Her cheeks flushed slightly, she paused, and her voice became quieter: "I...I just feel a little embarrassed."
Zhou Zhenyue stared at her and said softly: "Cry in front of me, don't be ashamed."
Mu Xueyi sniffed, her eyes moist, "Then don't go."
Zhou Zhenyue's eyes drooped, her eyelashes casting a shadow on her lower eyelid.
"I do not go."
Mu Xueyi snorted and pulled Zhou Zhenyue's sleeve to let her sit next to him. Zhou Zhenyue sat down, and she didn't let go, clinging to her cuffs.
Zhou Zhenyue hesitated for a while, still pulled her cuffs out of Mu Xueyi's hands, raised her wrists, bowed her head and stroked the tiger-eye cufflinks, frowning lightly.
"...Be careful, don't break it."