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A little sister who loves to wear cheongsam

author:Chen Sansan tells the story

As soon as I got out of the elevator, a young lady in a cheongsam was already smiling at me.

A taupe knee-length cheongsam shows off all her body advantages, slender waist and hips, graceful, and playful ponytail makes her full of youthful atmosphere.

Just when I lost my mind, she bowed slightly, made a welcoming gesture to me, and said heartily: "Sansan, hello, my name is Wang Jue, thank you for raising the educational level of our department." I was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "But I lowered the appearance of the department?" "That's because you didn't dress up properly." Wang Jue said as he led me to the workstation.

Wang Jue's words dispelled my nervousness and worries at the beginning of my career, and I quickly integrated into the department. Said to be a department, in fact, there are only three people, in addition to the two of us, there is also a little handsome guy, fashionably dressed, named Li Hao.

This company is our first company in the workplace, the difference is that Li Hao graduated a year ago, and Wang Jue graduated three years ago. Wang Jue says she loves a city where you can see greenery all year round, and her hometown can only see bare branches and white snow in winter.

A little sister who loves to wear cheongsam

It turned out that Wang Jue, who was petite and had a gentle face, was from Jilin, and she had an older sister who was eight years older than her. Her sister and brother-in-law already had a successful career in Beijing and found her a good job before she graduated from junior college, but she refused, took the exam to upgrade to junior college, and continued her studies.

During her undergraduate years, she met her boyfriend, who was two years younger than her, had a wonderful campus romance, and when they graduated, they traveled south together, and after arriving in Suzhou, she fell in love with the city. He gave up the state-owned enterprise job that his brother-in-law helped him arrange, gave up the small apartment that his sister had decorated for him, dragged a trolley case to Suzhou with his boyfriend, and rented one of the two bedrooms and one living room.

Li Hao felt very sorry for her: "Do you know that you have given up your hard-to-find Beijing hukou!" Wang Jue disagreed, saying that she wanted to fight for the life she wanted by her own efforts, and did not want to snuggle under the protection of her sister and brother-in-law. For this, I am full of admiration for her.

Although we have shallow qualifications, we report directly to the boss of the company, projects one after another, so busy that we often forget the day of the week, and whenever this happens, Wang Jue will open her eyes wide and sparkle and say gently: "Today is Wednesday, my boyfriend ate 3 eggs, and there are 4 eggs in the refrigerator." ”

She boils 7 eggs every Sunday night and lets her boyfriend eat one a day, saying that she is giving him nutrition, but she never eats them, saying that she wants to lose weight.

A little sister who loves to wear cheongsam

Girls, at any time, they feel that they are not thin enough. Miss Wang Jue, who changes different cheongsam every day, already has a body that makes girls envious and boys eye, but she has been yelling that she is too fat, I silently looked at myself and joined the weight loss team.

We agreed that we would not eat the company's bento box at noon, she would nibble on a large apple, and I would drink a cup of yogurt to see who dropped the scale fast. After eating for five consecutive days, the two of us were so hungry that our chests pressed against our backs, decided that we could not treat ourselves badly, and went straight to the hot pot restaurant after work, but not only did not lose weight, but gained two pounds. We agreed to continue losing weight next week.

On the Saturday after eating hot pot, the boss called mysteriously and asked me to go to the office immediately. I walked out of the house nervously, anticipating the possibilities of my boss looking for me, but he just asked about Project A. I was in charge of this project with Wang Jue, and I had agreed to report to the boss together next Tuesday, but he came to me privately in advance, and I could only report everything I knew. After the report, the boss reminded me not to mention today's matter to any colleagues, and I agreed, but I didn't know what melons he sold in his gourd.

That weekend, I was worried about whether to tell Wang Jue, and the boss's reminder finally made me choose to keep it secret. On Monday, when I arrived at the office, Wang Jue and Li Hao were already sitting at their desks, and the atmosphere was a little solemn, without the warm welcome and smiles that filled the room.

I sat down sluggishly, and just when I was at a loss, Wang Jue spoke: "Last Sunday, the boss called me to the office alone for an interview and asked about the progress of Project A, and strangely, he knew a lot of details that we had not reported. Wang Jue's near-sighted words made me understand immediately that she was doubting me, and I lowered my head in a weak heart, fighting whether to say anything about the boss's appointment with me on Saturday. She seemed to see my careful thinking and continued: "The boss also told me not to tell any colleagues, he asked me to have a private interview. ”

Wang Jue's frankness gave me the courage to tell her what happened. The atmosphere in the office suddenly relaxed, and we began to complain together about the cunning of the boss. Of course, we also thank our boss, who created this misunderstanding that allowed us to cross the relationship of colleagues and become good friends who talk about everything.

We break through the problems of the project together, deal with difficult customers together, deal with suspicious bosses together, go shopping and buy clothes together, eat a big meal after a few days of dieting together, and complain about the embarrassment of our respective boyfriends together...

Good times are always short, and after a few months, I quit my job because I had to go to Shanghai with my boyfriend to develop. The day before leaving Suzhou, we went to Pingjiang Road to have a barbecue together, and walked around the road under the dim street lamps, wishing each other a sweet love and successful career.

After living in two cities, we became busier and busier, but still chatted often on WeChat. We share the bits and pieces of our respective lives, the bittersweet and bittersweet in our feelings, and the successes and failures in our work. A year later, I got married, but there was no wine, she sent me a big blessing, I smiled and asked her to marry herself early, she said shyly soon.

Three years later, I had a baby, but she was still unmarried and said her boyfriend was young. Five years later, she was promoted to vice president of the company, becoming the second-in-command of the company with hundreds of people and one person, often traveling around the country and buying a house on her own. Her boyfriend moved into the house she had bought, but still hadn't proposed to her, saying he wanted to buy a house for himself and get married.

Then, I also had my own team, we were getting busier and busier with each other, and it was difficult to meet the time to chat on WeChat, so a few messages appeared in the dialog box from time to time.

One day, as soon as I got up, I saw her message: "Sansan, I broke up with him." I called her immediately, her voice hoarse, tired, sad, but still firm. She told me that yesterday was her boyfriend's birthday, so she ended her business trip early, but when she dragged her suitcase and opened the door, she found him and a woman wrapped around the couch.

A little sister who loves to wear cheongsam

This is her boyfriend who has been talking for ten years, and no matter how tough people are in the face of betrayal, they will be heartbroken, so I immediately drove to Suzhou. After more than five years, she is still graceful and charming, still wearing a well-fitting cheongsam, but her hair is coiled, and the years have added a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, hiding a few white hairs in a black silk.

Before I could speak, she said with a smile: "Sansan, I'm fine, fate is over, it's good to be separated." The eyes are full of firmness, calmness and confidence.

I know that she is really okay, she is still the little lady who loves to wear cheongsam, beautiful, honest, positive and optimistic.

She will definitely walk out of the bright future in a beautiful cheongsam.