Assistant Lin Has Something To Say - Chapter 53

    “Not a peach tree.”

    The moment he saw Lin Hui, He Jianshan did not explain why he came here suddenly, but said something irrelevant.

    Lin Hui laughed, turned to look at the wax plum, his eyes filled with infinite nostalgia: “In the first year of high school, the peach tree died. Grandma bought a wax plum at the market and planted it. , until now.”

      He also wanted to seize the best and happiest time in his life forever, but he couldn’t.

    “In the year when Lamei was first planted, I asked my grandma why I didn’t continue to plant peach trees. My grandma said that fate has come, and the peach tree will not become the same tree as before, why not Let other flowers accompany us. The winter plum blossoms are very common. Many people in this village have them, but only the largest and most prosperous in our family. When they bloom, they are particularly fragrant. The colder the weather, the more they bloom.”

    Speaking of this, Lin Hui naughtyly fanned at the winter plum blossoms next to He Jianshan, bringing a cold fragrance to his nostrils, and He Jianshan felt dizzy.

    Lin Hui saw that He Jianshan kept looking at him, but did not speak, he smiled and said: “What the hell, you came here after we were separated for a day, so reluctant to—”

    “You didn’t tell me.” He Jianshan’s throat slipped, interrupting him.

    “What?”

    “You applied for the Honey Pot Fund.”

    Lin Hui was stunned for a moment, then reacted: “It turned out to be this…”

    Lin Hui didn’t think about revealing the little fate between them to He Jianshan. But when they weren’t together before, there was no suitable opportunity to talk about it; later he found out that He Jianshan had a subtle attitude towards the fund, and after becoming lovers, he knew the story behind it, and Lin Hui didn’t even want to talk about it. Let’s go with the flow, after all, for He Jianshan, the honey pot may not contain honey, but poison.

    Even if He Jianshan didn’t care, he didn’t want to mention those things that shouldn’t be remembered.

    “That pen—” When he said these words, He Jianshan’s expression was unusually fragile. He didn’t know how to explain the existence of the pen, especially since Lin Hui already knew that it didn’t mean a good blessing.

    Lin Hui instantly understood what he meant, the smile on his face faded, he looked at the person in front of him seriously, and said, “He Jianshan, don’t be so **** yourself, Honey Pot Fund Since its inception, only one person has chosen the gift pack so far, and it’s me. You didn’t hurt anyone, including me.”

    He Jianshan was silent for a while, then shook his head: “It can’t be because of yin and yang that good results have been brought about, so the lunch box does not exist.”

    In the more than ten hours that he knew that Lin Hui was the beneficiary of the Honey Pot Fund, He Jianshan’s mood had been complicated. Xu Huaiqing said that Lin Hui came to Wanzhu because he was curious about the gift, but now, he should have known that there was nothing in this gift except his despicable thoughts.

    “When I received it, I found that it was very different from other gifts, so I have always been curious why there is such an expensive pen in the gift on behalf of my mother.” Lin Hui looked at He Jianshan and said softly, “I found out later. But you and I have different ideas about it.”

    On the night Lin Hui heard Yao Qianyi’s story, he suddenly realized what the pen he had received when he came to college: it was He Jianshan’s request for help – an adult He Jianshan for ten Year-old He Jianshan asked for help. How deep was that memory, that forced people like He Jianshan to make such a deep mark uncontrollably after more than ten years? Lin Hui felt incredible, and immediately his heart was overwhelmed by the huge sadness that surged up. He has been thinking, is that nightmare really as He Jianshan said, it has been slowly dissipating with time? Just like He Zhao, there was a thorn in his heart. At some inadvertent moment, it suddenly touched his nerves. It might not hurt, but it always existed.

    “You care about the negative meaning behind this fund and this pen, so do you want to take a look at what these two things look like in my eyes?”

    He Jianshan looked at Lin Hui, his eyes were covered with dark and unclear sadness, like a shell full of cracks, shaky.

    As if thinking of something, Lin Hui suddenly smiled: “About this, He Jianshan, I really want to say something nauseous—’this is destiny’, but—”

    “I don’t believe in fate, I only believe in myself.”

    Lin Hui completed the application form for the Honey Pot Fund in Dormitory 310.

    It was the beginning of the second semester of the junior year. One Saturday morning, he received a call from the counselor, and then braved the cold wind to go to the office to retrieve the application form. Once back in the dormitory, roommates Luo Ting, Zhang Xiaolei, and Zhou Chenyu gathered around together—

    Luo Ting looked at the A4 piece of paper and asked curiously, “Is this what Vice Ban Sun said?”

    Lin Hui nodded: “Yes, the Honey Pot Fund.”

    “It seems to be set up by which company? It is very touching that their chairman lost his mother when he was very young, and he has always regretted it, so he established this fund to commemorate his mother. .” Zhang Xiaolei added.

    Zhou Chenyu thought for a while: “Wanzhu, it’s Wanzhu. Their chairman’s name is He or something. He is very young and awesome. He’s just a few years older than us. The company’s heir.”

    Luo Ting patted Lin Hui on the shoulder: “Very good, didn’t you say last time that you wanted to replace the refrigerator at home? I won’t send you money.”

    Lin Hui smiled: “The money has already been saved, I hope this will not work.”

    The three returned to their bed, Lin Hui poured himself a glass of water, then sat down and started filling out the form. He was confused when he wrote about the “type of choice”: “There seem to be two options for this fund.”

    “Speak and listen.”

    “One is a gift gold, which can be received at one time; the other is a gift bag, which is said to give a gift every month, and the cycle is one year. Which do you think should be chosen?”

    “How much is the gift?”

    “I didn’t say, but there is a note on the gift bag, saying that it is some stationery, books and the like.”

    Zhang Xiaolei leaned out from the bed: “Choose the gift gold.”

    Luo Ting nodded again and again: “Listen, Brother Lei is right, these big companies are also very good, what a gift a month, to put it nicely, the price will definitely not exceed the gift gold, even a huge amount Probably much less than gift money.”

    “Wait a while, I remember a senior sister also applied for this last class. I heard from my fellow before. I will ask you what the situation is, and you will fill in after waiting.”

    Zhou Chenyu took out his mobile phone and made a call. After a few minutes, he hung up the phone: “Senior sister selected a total of 4,950 yuan as a gift at that time. It is said that it will be credited immediately after the approval. soon.”

    Luo Ting muttered: “The money is a lot, but how come the numbers are zero and whole?”

    “I tell you, I feel that the gift bag must have a lot of moisture. Logically, the value of the gift bag should be about 4950 yuan, but the gifts must be purchased uniformly, and the purchaser wants to make some tricks. It’s too easy to make money. Back, just choose gift money, money is the most practical, if you have money, you can buy whatever you want, any stationery and books, you don’t need it at all!”

    “Yes yes yes!”

    “Boss is right!”

    Lin Hui thought about it too, he was about to check the “gift gold” column, and suddenly saw the sentence “gift on behalf of mother” in the remarks of the gift bag next to him – Lin Hui’s parents were very early He died. He never knew what kind of gift a mother would give her child.

    Lin Hui stopped writing.

    He was embarrassed to tell his roommate that he really wanted a gift bag. Although he is so old, if there is a chance, he would also like to receive a gift from “mom”. But as my roommate said, a large sum of money is indeed better.

    Lin Hui has lived with his grandmother since he was a child. As he grows up, their lives are getting better and better over the years. But to say that there is no shortage of money, it seems a little fake, after all, Lin Hui has been trying to save money to buy furniture and electrical appliances for the home. However, this honey pot fund is also an unexpected harvest for him. He himself does not lack the money urgently, although it is a very tempting number.

    Lin Hui hesitated for a long time, and finally got on the phone with his grandma. The old man has always been simple, she doesn’t know what kind of fund, she just thinks it is inappropriate to receive so much money for no reason, and she will definitely pay it back in the future. Let’s choose a gift. The gift is safe to receive, and the stationery and books are very practical. Even if Lin Hui can’t use it, he can give it to others, and it can be considered to convey kindness.

    Therefore, Lin Hui finally chose the gift bag. After the material was handed in, he left it behind. At that time, he could never have imagined that his first gift from “mother” would come with the news of his grandmother’s death.

    In the summer vacation at the end of the second semester of junior year, Lin Hui did not go home. He stayed at school to participate in a project of Mr. Luo Mingxian in the professional course. This project is about to participate in a very important competition, and the entire team is an undergraduate student, which proves that Mr. Luo’s recognition and preference for him. Lin Hui realized this, and he was very motivated. He had already told his grandma that he would go home to accompany her as soon as the game was over.

    However, it was that summer vacation, that summer when the tide was surging, on an ordinary afternoon, Lin Hui received two calls successively—

    The first call was the news that Grandma Lin Hui was dying. Two days ago, the old man went to the field to get vegetables. I don’t know if it was because the ground was slippery after the rain, or because of the dizziness after squatting for a long time. She accidentally fell and fell unconscious on the spot. Older people are most afraid of falling, so the villagers immediately sent the old man to the hospital, and after two days, it still didn’t work. When the other end of the phone asked Lin Hui if he wanted to come back immediately, or maybe he could meet the last time, Lin Hui didn’t even react – the sudden bad news caught Lin Hui by surprise, and he was completely stunned.

    When he realized what was going on, he started to get caught up in the “I’m going back now” and “I can’t go back” vortex.

    Mr. Luo’s project, everyone is responsible for one of the links, everyone performs their duties and cooperates perfectly. If he leaves now, then one of the links will inevitably be broken, which means that the entire team almost gives up game. He couldn’t do it because of his own personal reasons, wasting the teachers and brothers and sisters’ hard work for so long, but—

    This may be a moment that Lin Huidu will never forget in his life. In the hot July, he was sitting on the edge of the playground, only to feel empty and cold. He seemed to be standing in a turbulent river, and the water around him had flooded his body, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t shout, and he was like a puppet, unable to speak or think.

    I don’t know how long it took, Lin Hui received a strange call. The other end of the phone politely asked him if he was at school and where he was at the moment. Lin Hui answered all the questions mechanically. Half an hour later, a strange woman in formal clothes came to him.

    “Is that Mr. Lin Hui?”

    After a while, Lin Hui realized that she was talking to him, and he nodded.

    The other party didn’t mind Lin Hui’s indifference, but handed him a box and said softly, “This is the first gift from the Honey Pot Foundation, please accept it.” After speaking, she left.

    Lin Hui lowered his head and stared blankly at the box, the off-white cardboard case was full of red hearts.

    Lin Hui slowly untied the ribbon and saw the first gift from his “mother”: a birthday cake.

    Lin Hui suddenly collapsed.

    His tears were like a sudden heavy rain in the afternoon, first drop by drop, and then all fell on the cake like a broken thread, everything in front of him became chaotic and blurred, just like his current Feeling.

    Lin Hui sat by the playground and cried all afternoon. The hot weather caused the ice cream cake in his hand to melt, and the cream battered into a ball, which also flowed onto Lin Hui’s clothes, but he didn’t seem to notice. After an unknown amount of time, he took out a spoon and took a bite—

    Sweet.

    He thought, how nice, birthday cakes are always sweet.

    He thought, what should I do? My grandma hasn’t eaten the vegetables I planted.

    The next day, Mr. Luo found out about this, and he urgently contacted a classmate to replace Lin Hui. Lin Hui spent a day handing over everything clearly, and then immediately returned to Yangcheng. It’s a pity that it’s still a step too late, my grandmother has passed away.

    With the help of the villagers, Lin Hui completed the entire funeral ceremony. According to the request of the old man, she was finally buried in the back of Lin’s home. She was a very open-minded person before her death. She had explained to the cadres and elders in the village early on. If she left one day, she would build a grave behind the house. The place is optimistic, just under the very tall Metasequoia tree. . She said that Lin Hui would definitely go to another city in the future. If she was closer to home, he would be able to see it when he came back, so he would not be allowed to look everywhere. The village cadres laughed at her and said, Grandma Xiuying, you are in good health, so don’t worry about it. Grandma Lin Hui quickly waved her hand: “I don’t need to worry about it, I’m old, I can’t worry about it, I just thought, in case that day comes, please help my family Xiaohui, he is a scholar, he will be a scholar in the future. Those who go to big cities don’t understand the rules of the countryside.”

    When the villagers told Lin Hui about this, Lin Hui was standing in a daze in front of the grave. He suddenly remembered that when he was young, he asked his grandmother what “Lin” meant, and grandma said, “A forest is a tree, and we are a small tree when we were young. Grandma watered the small tree, and it will grow up soon. “

    Now he has grown up, but the watering man is forever gone.

    In this way, the time of college has come to an end. In Lin Hui’s few remaining college life, the most memorable thing is the gift from the Honey Pot Fund that arrives on time every month. Lin Hui successively received stationery, plant illustrations, Lego blocks, globes, etc., each time the lady personally delivered them to him. Once Lin Hui had an inconvenient time and asked her to hand it over to his classmate, but that person also disagreed, saying that he could come over when it was convenient for him, but he had to accept it in person.

    Lin Hui sometimes thinks, maybe big companies do things like this, more rigorous.

    As graduation approached, Mr. Luo sent him an invitation, hoping that Lin Hui could continue his studies with him and become his graduate student. I don’t know why, but Lin Hui felt at a loss when it was obviously very happy news.

    He thought, can I really learn this major?

    He remembered that when he was a child, the vegetables grown by his grandmother once fell into the ground for no apparent reason. Grandma said it didn’t matter, but she was so distressed that she didn’t sleep well for several nights, she woke up in the middle of the night and sat at home in a daze. Lin Hui has a deep memory of this incident, and has always thought that when he grows up, he must help grandma grow vegetables. So when he graduated from high school and went to college, he chose horticulture without hesitation.

      Fruits and vegetables.

    However, since his grandmother died, he seems to have become a boat drifting in the sea. He didn’t know where he was going, had no purpose, and couldn’t find his direction, and kept spinning in place. Perhaps in the eyes of teachers and classmates, he is still the same excellent, nothing has changed, but he knows in his heart that something has changed or even disappeared.

    Three months before graduation, Lin Hui received her ninth gift from the Honey Pot Fund—

    Still a beautiful box. Gifts from the Honey Pot Fund, whether it is the cake at the beginning, or the stationery, books, etc., will be carefully packaged and delivered.

    Luo Ting once complained in the dormitory: “This sense of ritual is just short of a pair of white gloves.”

    For Lin Hui, receiving a gift every month, from the beginning of calm, to becoming a habit, and even now gradually starting to look forward to: he can’t help guessing what is in the box What are you wearing. Even though what he received were things he no longer needed, when he saw those gifts, he couldn’t help thinking: Is this for the start of school? Is this a birthday present? Is this to praise the child’s learning progress?

    It turns out that mothers send these things.

    And this time, Lin Hui weighed the gift, feeling a little heavy, and he didn’t know what it was. He returned to the dormitory with his things, and when he opened it, he found that the ninth gift was a pen.

    The roommates also saw the pen. To be honest, just looking at the texture of the box packaging makes this pen feel very different, and when Zhang Xiaolei saw the tiny AS letters on the tip of the pen, he couldn’t help but exclaimed in surprise: “No way. …”

    “What’s wrong?”

    Zhou Xiaolei looked at the three people with blank expressions, took out his mobile phone and searched for a while, then opened his eyes wide and showed them the screen—

    The same picture as the pen in Lin Hui’s hand shows that this is the classic model of the well-known brand AS – “Muse”, which is worth 49,500 yuan. It is said that the founder, in order to commemorate the eternal love in his heart, even the price is constant, no matter online or counter, the price has never been raised or lowered, it will always be 49,500 yuan.

    A dormitory was stunned.

    Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and at the same time look down at the pen: it is really beautiful and has a good texture, but I didn’t expect it to be so expensive. Judging from the value of the items sent by the honeypot in the past, Lin Hui doubted whether he accidentally typed two more 0s, but he repeatedly compared the pages of the shopping website and determined that they were exactly the same.

    Lin Hui hurriedly contacted the lady who delivered things to him every time. As soon as the call was connected, he immediately asked: “Hello, I’m Lin Hui, may I ask if you sent the wrong thing? Something? The gift I received today is very expensive!”

    The other side replied seriously: “Mr. Lin Hui, I’m not mistaken, this month’s gift is a pen, please keep it.”

    All four fell silent.

    Zhou Chenyu frowned and said, “This time it’s a rich mother. Since she has money, it’s normal to give a pen worth 50,000 yuan to her child, right?”

    “I remember the gift is 4,950 yuan. Is there anything special about these numbers? Does the boss of Wanzhu like these numbers?” Luo Ting thought for a while and came to a conclusion, “You never know what quirks rich people have.”

    “Go back, you don’t have to be under pressure. You can keep it when he sends it. It’s not a scam, it’s a normal process.”

    “Yeah, I thought Da Lin was stupid and lost, but now it’s pretty good, and he’s making money.”

    “Hahahaha.”

    The pen ended up staying.

    But when Lin Hui was lying on the bed in the dormitory, he could not help but take it in his hand and look carefully: the black pen body, the circle of broken drills on the cap, the end of the clip The red… He has read every point of this pen many times. He kept thinking, why? Why is there such a gift? This gift is so different from the previous ones, it seems to fall from the sky abruptly, what is so special about it? He checked the story about this pen, and it seemed that it was all about expressing love between lovers, and the shopping reviews on the official website were all about gifts for girlfriends, husbands, etc. It seemed that it had nothing to do with maternal love and family affection. Why did the Honey Pot Fund put in such an expensive, extravagant and off-topic gift? You can’t pick something out. You have to get a 50,000 yuan pen to make up the count, right?

    For countless nights, Lin Hui had doubts in his heart and fell asleep with a pen in his hand.

    He began to search for news of the Honey Pot Fund in his spare time, but the manuscripts were the same, except that he knew that behind it was the famous Wanzhu Group and the reason and significance of its establishment, there was no more information. As for the company profile and main business introduction on Wanzhu’s official website, Lin Hui also carefully read it several times, and it can be said that he has nothing to do with them engaged in agriculture. But because of such a pen, he began to have curiosity about this company, and this curiosity is increasing little by little every day.

    Graduating is getting closer and closer, Lin Hui finally refused the school’s postgraduate quota. After learning about it, Mr. Luo called the other three people in the 310 dormitory and asked them to persuade them again. Persuade Lin to return.

    As Lin Hui’s friends, the three people in the dormitory did not understand. It stands to reason that a favorite university, a teacher’s preference, a familiar and friendly senior and senior sister, no matter which one is enough, it is enough to be posted with joy, why should you refuse? And from a practical point of view, Lin Hui’s family situation, continuing to study is also the best choice. When Luo Ting asked this question in the dormitory, Lin Hui said calmly, “I have no motivation.”

    The dorm was quiet.

    After a while, Zhang Xiaolei persuaded: “Go back, if I say something unpleasant, the three of us, if we can’t find a job after graduation, returning to our hometown is also a way out, but you are different. Luo Teachers have resources and connections. In the future, even if you don’t take the path of research, you can introduce you to any company, and you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life. Our horticulture majors are difficult to find employment. You are so smart and with such good qualifications. , without any background, it is really better to follow Teacher Luo to further study when going out to work.”

    Lin Hui was silent for a while: “Actually, I submitted Wan Zhu’s resume.”

    The three were shocked: “Wan Zhu? What position?”

    “Well, assistant general manager.”

    Luo Ting is about to faint: “Are you crazy? You are the best monitor in our 03 class, apply for an assistant? And we can’t compete with that company professionally, right?”

      what!”

    Lin replied and smiled: “What kind of dedication is too exaggerated. I didn’t just vote for Wanzhu, but I really don’t want to continue learning.”

    He paused and said softly: “Doing research requires enthusiasm and motivation. Since my grandmother died, my enthusiasm for the profession has been slowly fading. I don’t want to waste this place.”

    He didn’t want the study he had devoted himself to become a task that made him feel more tormented, how sad it would be.

    “You also said, I’m very good, even if I am inter-professional, I believe I can make up for it through acquired learning.” After speaking, Lin Hui became proud again, “I don’t have any other skills, so I can learn The ability is very strong.”

    The three sighed in unison, knowing that they couldn’t be persuaded.

    Lin Hui is always like this, looking good-tempered, easy to talk to, and always smiling no matter who he is with, but in many things, he has unexpected stubbornness and persistence. Or to put it another way, he always firmly believed in his choice and believed in himself.

    People make choices all their lives. Who would dare to say that at every fork in life, he never hesitated; at every stage of his life, he never regretted it?

    Only Lin Hui has been walking forward unswervingly, step by step, never looking back.

    The afternoon after taking the graduation photo, Lin Hui received an interview invitation from Wanzhu. Although he also received invitations from other companies, everyone in the dormitory could see that only Wan Zhu’s response made Lin Hui really happy. To be honest, they are not optimistic. Lin Hui has gone too far across majors, so it is incredible to receive an invitation, and a company like Wanzhu, even an assistant, is quite picky. However, as friends of four years in college, just like cheering each other up before the start of each professional course experiment, they stood in the warm sunshine and expressed their sincerest wishes to Lin Hui for the upcoming interview:

    “Good luck bro!”

    After a long time, when Lin recalled the morning when he filled out the forms in the dormitory, everything seemed to be vivid: the expressions and actions of the roommates talking, the steaming mug on the table, and That piece of A4 paper that he accidentally tore a hole in… Everything was fixed in his hippocampus and became a unique and precious souvenir.

    “It’s a fact that you gave it to me; it’s a fact that it was mine.”

    When he was most dazed and empty, this gift caught all his attention. He was not paranoid enough to get the answer before he came to Wanzhu. Perhaps, he just wanted to know what kind of scenery he would encounter along the way when he chose this road.

    Lin Hui looked at He Jianshan closely: “I know all your tangled points, but it is not what you sent it out. It is no longer a knife, it is A pen for writing, and what you don’t know is that it even achieves what it really means – ‘Whispers of Love’.”

    “Whispers of Love” is the classic slogan for this pen. Since the birth of “Muse”, this sentence has been appearing on advertising pages and AS-related websites, and the second half of it is—

    Write our love.

    He Jianshan’s eyes were red, he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

    Lin Hui didn’t seem to want to give him time, and continued: “I only used that pen once, do you know where I used it?”

    He Jianshan looked at him at a loss.

    Lin Hui folded a winter plum and inserted it into He Jianshan’s clothes pocket. The pale yellow flower buds exposed his head from the side seam, looking a little cute. He raised his head to look at the person in front of him and couldn’t help laughing:

    “In July, I used it to sign Wanzhu’s labor contract.”

    The author has something to say:

    A long awaited encounter.