Chapter 67 Don’t talk to strangers?
"Yes! Little Xu is smart and sweet, no wonder he can chat. Uncle Zhang, you are busy, I will go in first."
Shen Ping left the duty room, her face immediately darkened.
Xu Jiayu looked silent, but she knew from her husband's voice that he was someone who was not easy to mess with, and Uncle Zhang was even stranger.
Not familiar? How do you know her surname is Xu?
Besides, there is only one interview opportunity for newcomers after passing the written examination, but Xu Jiayu has been here several times?
Does she have acquaintances in the library?
Shen Ping walked into the dressing room. Xu Jiayu had just finished changing his work clothes and took the initiative to say hello, "Sister Ping, you are here. Just in time. Can I hand over my case to you directly here?"
She didn't expect that after what happened the night before yesterday, Xu Jiayu would say hello with a somewhat surprised expression, "Oh! Okay, yes, I will transfer it to the leader for you."
"Thank you very much, Sister Ping. I'll go there first."
Xu Jiayu was so generous and generous, which made Shen Ping feel bad, "Xiao Xu, wait a minute. I see from the medical records that you still need to rest. How is your health?"
"It should be no problem to work normally, but you need to pay more attention when eating. It will take some time for the gastric mucosa to recover."
"Okay, you go gather first, and I will help you arrange your work appropriately."
Shen Ping couldn't figure out Xu Jiayu's background, but the little girl was quite discerning, and she got to know the three people roughly after getting along with them. Xu Jiayu should be the only one who could figure out her purpose.
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The museum's passenger traffic surged during the summer vacation. As soon as it opened, huge crowds of people poured in. Under Shen Ping's appropriate care, Xu Jiayu was assigned two 90-minute explanations and one 60-minute explanation.
The last trip saw ten children, and by the time it was over, she didn't even have the strength to speak.
Shen Ping was not there, Xu Jiayu took a glass of water and sat in the lounge beating his legs. Luo Miaomiao opened the door and came in, her eyes lit up, "Ah! Sister Xu, are you in good health? I was shocked when I saw you this morning, why not How many more days of rest?”
"You can't delay your work! Right?"
Luo Miaomiao picked up the water glass and came to her side, "Sister Xu, I want to ask you something personal. Don't think I'm a gossip!"
"Then ask first and hear what it is.
Among these commentators, she still has a good impression of Luo Miaomiao.
The little girl thought for a while before speaking, "Sister Xu, is your husband always so fierce? Just like An Jiahe in "Don't Talk to Strangers"."
An Jiahe is the shadow of childhood! Xu Jiayu almost choked on the water, "Ahem...what does this mean?"
"It's nothing, I just couldn't find you that night. We sent you a voice call, and your husband answered it. It sounded very fierce."
When Luo Miaomiao talked about Lin Mochen, her mouth formed a line and her expression was serious.
Xu Jiayu was stunned. Lin Mochen, who had always been emotionally stable, got angry? That is simply anecdotal!
"He lost his temper? How did he lose his temper? Please describe it to me?"
Luo Miaomiao glanced at her with lingering fear, "I'm not angry, but the tone in which I spoke was scarier than angry. It was calm and cold. Even though we weren't face to face, it felt like someone was blowing cold air directly on the back of your neck. Xu Sister, how do you get through this? ”
Xu Jiayu suddenly wanted to laugh. He didn't know what Lin Mochen would think when he heard this comment.
"Sister Miao Miao! Sister Xu! Why are you hiding here and being lazy?" Zheng Yunyun rushed in from outside, "It's almost lunch break. How about we go eat spicy hotpot at noon? The food in the cafeteria is too bad."< br>
"Okay! Although that Malatang restaurant doesn't have many types of dishes, it tastes pretty good." Luo Miaomiao looked at Xu Jiayu, "Sister Xu, can your stomach handle spicy food?"
Xu Jiayu shook his head, "It doesn't matter, you go and eat. I ate too much in the morning and I'm not hungry. Just eat whatever you want."
"Oh! Sister Xu is so pitiful." Zheng Yunyun had already put his arm around Luo Miaomiao while he was talking, "Sister Xu, please rest! We are going to eat!"
I don’t know what happened in the past two days, but Zheng Yunyun seemed to have lost the shyness when they first met, and smiled more.
It’s just that I haven’t seen Ye Zhen all morning?
"Oops! Sister Miaomiao! Sister Ping asked me to notify the leaders of a meeting at one o'clock in the afternoon. Please help me take a look."
"I have never done this kind of thing, but I have an address book and I will send it to you..."
The chirping voice of the little girl came from outside the door, and Xu Jiayu also looked outside. The museum had begun to clear out during the lunch break, and most of the commentators had gone to eat. She thought about it and prepared to go find Qin Zheng first.
Qin Zheng was about to go downstairs to eat when he saw Xu Jiayu coming and reopened the office door.
"Jiayu, how is your health? Didn't I tell Xiaolin to let you rest for a few more days? I really can't face my old friend after something like this happened. Why don't I tell everyone? Lao Xu is here It’s still possible to be popular.”
"It has nothing to do with my colleagues. It's because I met Zhang Yuze, my ex-fiancé, who was introduced to me by my mother."
"The swinger from the Zhang family of the Cultural Affairs Bureau? Oops!" Qin Zheng slapped his thigh, "He is Miss Ye..."
"It's just a coincidence. Anyway, the matter is over. I came here today just because I wanted to visit my father's office."
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Without much greeting, she went straight to the point and stated her intention.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Qin Zheng nodded repeatedly, "There are a lot of things going on during this period. I haven't had time to pack up Lao Xu's belongings yet, so I'll get the key."
One day more than ten years ago, perhaps because he couldn't bear to be separated from his wife and children for a long time, Xu Boyuan left the archaeological team and came to work in the museum.
When Xu Jiayu was a child, he often followed Xu Boyuan to the museum, but at that time Xu Boyuan was not the director of a department and did not have a separate office.
It is undeniable that Xu Jiayu was extremely excited after getting the key.
Maybe Xu Boyuan still had some brains and didn't give the house to anyone else. The real estate certificate stayed safely in the drawer of his office.
Xu Jiayu would think so from time to time.
But actually standing in front of Xu Boyuan's office was another story.
She looked at the small key in her hand, then at the closed door in front of her, and tremblingly unlocked the door.
The steaming heat mixed with the smell of old wood hit my face, and it seemed to have the unique smell of ink. The afternoon sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the blinds into this cramped office, if this could be regarded as an office.
Compared with Qin Zheng's office, Xu Boyuan's office is more like a corridor.
The two walls of the corridor were invaded by countless new or yellowed books, and even the editorial department, which had been stacked for decades, was defeated.
There is only a thin path among the books that leads to the simplest desk. The desk is placed against the wall. Directly in front of it is a window blocked by blinds, and the sparse shadows of sunlight fall across the desk.
In a daze, a scene of a thin old man working at his desk seemed to flash before his eyes. It turned out that a computer, a desk lamp, and a few stacks of books were a person's life.
The sun rotates, the moon sets and the sun rises. His fingers brush over the mottled tabletop. I don’t know how many days and nights Xu Boyuan has spent here.
Xu Jiayu raised his head and was suddenly stunned when his eyes touched the water dispenser. An old thermos cup with paint peeling off stood persistently under the faucet, as if its owner would come back as long as it kept standing.
She took a deep breath, carefully avoiding the crowded books, walked to the water dispenser and picked up the thermos cup. A line of red letters was faintly visible on it, "Memorial of the 2006 H City Museum Sports Games."
"Oh my god! Xiao Xu! What are you doing here?"