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In the busy rhythm of the city, Bai Huaiyu always resembled a small flower striving to grow through the cracks in the stone, both resilient and full of life. Her daily routine was filled with the tediousness and busyness of editorial work, yet she always faced everything with a lighthearted and optimistic attitude.
That day, while Bai Huaiyu was sorting through a pile of old documents, she unexpectedly discovered a worn notebook, its cover covered in dust and appearing somewhat aged. Curiosity compelled her to gently open it, and a whiff of old paper greeted her. The notebook was filled with early sketches and notes by Jiang NanJin, each page revealing a sense of youthfulness and exploration.
Bai Huaiyu's eyes were deeply captivated by the content. She sat at her desk, completely forgetting the passage of time. The lines in the sketches, though not fully developed, were filled with creativity and passion, while the notes revealed Jiang NanJin's dreams and struggles from his youth. Each sentence, each pattern, seemed to tell a story about chasing dreams and personal growth.
She gently touched the pages, as if she could feel the warmth of Jiang NanJin's fingers gliding over the paper years ago. Bai Huaiyu couldn't help but smile, a warm feeling rising within her. She murmured to herself, "So Jiang NanJin had moments like this too, so real, so eager to be understood."
At that moment, her colleague Li Mingxia walked over, curiously leaning in and asking, "Bai Huaiyu, what are you looking at? You're so focused."
Bai Huaiyu looked up, excitement sparkling in her eyes. "Look, this is an early work by Jiang NanJin. Every sketch and note has such a strong feeling."
Li Mingxia was also drawn over, and they flipped through the notebook together. Li Mingxia remarked, "It's really different; Jiang NanJin's talent can be seen from these early works. But how did you come by this?"
Bai Huaiyu smiled and shook his head, "I don't know either; maybe fate led me to find it. This makes me even more curious about Jiang NanJin's story."
As the light streamed through the window and illuminated them, the office echoed with their discussions about the stories in the notebook. Bai Huaiyu felt an unprecedented sense of connection, as if the distance between her and Jiang NanJin had been invisibly narrowed through these words and images.
Through these texts and illustrations, Bai Huaiyu seemed to step into the most secret corners of Jiang NanJin's heart. She could sense his confusion in youth, his passion for art, and his boundless yearning for the future. These discoveries gave her a new understanding of Jiang NanJin and sparked a deep interest in his personal life.
That afternoon, Jiang NanJin walked into the office as usual, with a hint of nonchalance. His gaze swept around the room and finally landed on Bai Huaiyu, who was intently focused on his notebook.
"What are you so engrossed in?" Jiang NanJin's voice broke the silence, laced with a touch of teasing.
Bai Huaiyu lifted his head, a hint of excitement barely concealed on his face. "This is your old notebook, right? Your thoughts when you were younger are really interesting, and your sketches show me so many different sides of Jiang NanJin."
Jiang NanJin furrowed his brows slightly and walked over to take a look at the notebook, a complex expression in his eyes. "I had completely forgotten that this existed. How did you come across it?"
"I found it by accident while organizing the documents," Bai Huaiyu said, his tone carrying a hint of apology. "I'm sorry for looking without asking for your permission."
Jiang NanJin let out a soft sigh, his expression appearing somewhat weary. "It's fine; those are all things of the past. However, don't you think those things are quite childish?"
Bai Huaiyu shook his head, his gaze firm. "No, I think that's the trajectory of your growth. Everyone has dreams and struggles in their youth; those are a part of your life and very precious."
Upon hearing this, Jiang NanJin's eyes softened for a moment, but he quickly returned to his usual indifference. "You always manage to find the highlights in places others can't see."
Bai Huaiyu smiled as she felt the distance between her and Jiang NanJin slowly closing. Her curiosity drove her to want to learn more about this man, to understand his past, his dreams, and everything about him.
"Jiang NanJin, would you be willing to tell me more about your story?" Bai Huaiyu asked with a hint of anticipation.
Jiang NanJin paused for a moment, then smiled gently, "Maybe, but not now. Some things are better left buried in the past."
That night, Bai Huaiyu walked alone on the dimly lit streets. This feeling was no longer just a simple colleague relationship; it had become a deep-seated bond that ran to the core.
She gazed at the starry sky, silently making a wish in her heart: she hoped that one day, she could truly enter the inner world of Jiang NanJin and become the person he was willing to share his past and future with. And she would patiently wait for that day to come.
That night, the streetlights cast long shadows behind Bai Huaiyu, and with her light steps, it seemed as if she were dancing to a melody that only she could hear. Her thoughts drifted, filled with images of Jiang NanJin; sketches and notes flashed before her eyes, as if revealing an unknown side of Jiang NanJin.
The next morning, Bai Huaiyu arrived at the office, weary from a sleepless night yet filled with enthusiasm. She was determined to gain a deeper understanding of Jiang NanJin, even if it meant confronting some potentially unpleasant truths.
In the office, Jiang NanJin sat at his desk, his gaze deeply fixed on the computer screen, seemingly oblivious to Bai Huaiyu's arrival. He appeared somewhat languid, but when working, he seemed particularly focused.
Bai Huaiyu walked over gently, filled with a hint of hesitation and anticipation. "Jiang NanJin, I've been thinking about what you said last night. I... I really want to know more about you."
Jiang NanJin looked up at her expectant face, a glimmer of teasing in his eyes. "You little rascal, you're really quite persistent."
Bai Huaiyu's face revealed a hint of an awkward smile, but she did not back down. She firmly responded, "Yes, I am persistent. I want to understand the real you, not the one at work, but the one who has dreams and struggles of your own."
Jiang NanJin's gaze showed a hint of evaluation, as if he was weighing her sincerity. After a moment, he said lightly, "Alright, since you are so determined, I will tell you some things. But not now; let's wait until after work."
The entire afternoon, Bai Huaiyu spent in tension and anticipation. She tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts had already drifted to the upcoming conversation.
Finally, the time to leave work arrived. Bai Huaiyu and Jiang NanJin agreed to meet at a quiet café. They chose a table by the window, where the urban landscape outside looked particularly enchanting in the glow of the setting sun.
"The content in those notebooks is from my university days. Back then, I was filled with curiosity about many things and had a lot of unrealistic fantasies," Jiang NanJin said, his voice tinged with nostalgia.
Bai Huaiyu listened quietly, her eyes filled with attention and understanding. Jiang NanJin recounted some of his experiences from his youth, including his passion for art, his love for life, and some failures and setbacks he faced during that time.
In the conversation, Jiang NanJin's expression occasionally turned serious, and at times, revealed a hint of lightheartedness. His words were laced with his characteristic sarcasm, but this time, the sarcasm was accompanied by a touch of self-deprecation and humor.
"You see, I'm just an ordinary person too, with dreams and failures. You might think I've always been so indifferent, but the truth is, I've had my moments of passion too," Jiang NanJin said lightly, with a hint of a bitter smile on his lips.
Bai Huaiyu listened quietly, her heart filled with deep emotion. She finally had the opportunity to glimpse the inner world of this man, a Jiang NanJin who was more real and multifaceted than just his laziness and sharp tongue.
After their conversation ended, they walked out of the café together. Under the streetlight, Bai Huaiyu softly said, "Thank you, Jiang NanJin. Everything you shared with me tonight, I will treasure in my heart."
Jiang NanJin looked at her, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. "Bai Huaiyu, you are a good listener. Perhaps one day, I will tell you more."
At that moment, the distance between them closed a little more. She still did not know enough about Jiang NanJin, but she had already begun to embark on this long journey. No matter how winding and difficult the path may be, she was willing to walk it. Because in her heart, Jiang NanJin was no longer just the colleague with a sharp tongue, but someone worth getting to know deeply.
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