She met him on the path on campus. He was waiting there, and she had to go to the side of the road where the class had to pass.
He called her name somewhat bluntly, and then, timidly, said, "Are you okay at night?" Let's go to the playground together?" It was a little loud, a little hoarse.
She was a little surprised. She only knew that he was a senior student at a higher level, and he was a well-known talent in the school. His poems have been published and he has won awards.
The two had no intersection and had never been in contact.
She was a little cold, and she blurted out, "I have something to do at night, no."
"Just a few minutes." He was in a hurry, and his eyes were full of longing.
Unmoved, she still refused.
"Give you a suggestion, and then someone will make an appointment in the future, don't refuse people thousands of miles away like this." He finished talking and turned and walked away.
Leaving her standing where she was, she was a little confused, and suspected that she had not heard the words clearly.
Twenty years later, a leader in the town told her that he was the chief of the cadre section of the organization department of the municipal party committee. Said she was his classmate.
Ten years into her deputy position, she remained untouched. Before the annual personnel adjustment, everyone is eight immortals crossing the sea and showing their own magic.
The secretary supported her in going to him. Speaking of promoting this level, he is the key.
A glimmer of hope lit up in her heart.
She found him with a hard scalp.
He sat down at his desk and played official.
Another year passed, and he was promoted to head of the Organization Department.
She had no hope of promotion, and went to ask him for help.
Later, she finally returned to the city.
To a temporary institution of public institutions.
It was he who spoke.
She then lost her civil service status. Like the township cadres who returned to the city, they became deputy directors and clerks, and they held a false post.