Perseverance

  The next day, Nie Zhiyan returned home from the company, logged into his QQ, chatted with colleagues in the group about today's work, sorted out some newly translated manuscripts, copied them to a U disk, and organized some other materials.

  This number was applied for by her after returning home because of work needs.

  A message prompts someone has added her number.

  She clicked on it and the system prompted: "Words with sincerity" has applied to add you as a friend.

  Perseverance... Perseverance...

  Why does this sound so familiar? Ní zhī yán? Lù yǐ héng? Yán zhī yǐ héng?

  After clicking confirm under uncertain circumstances, the system prompts that adding a friend is successful.

  Pop up a dialog box: Off work?

  Nie Ziyu said, "......" Whatever you do, don't tell me that these words were typed out by Lu Yiheng.

  Nie Zhiyan thought for a moment and typed out a few very official words: Hmm, get off work.

  Consistency: I am Lu Yiheng.

  Nie Zhiyan sat in front of the computer, stunned!

  Can anyone give me an official answer, what is going on?

  Nie Zhen said: How is it you?

  Although I thought there was a possibility, but actually verifying it still feels... unbelievable.

  Consistency: Or else who do you think it is?

  Nie Zhen's words: …… I just didn't expect it, and I never thought it would be who.

  She certainly wouldn't say that when she saw the net name, she thought it was him. Lu Yiheng would definitely mock her for being self-righteous, and she wasn't stupid enough to automatically crash into the muzzle.

  The other party seemed quite satisfied with her answer and did not entangle this issue again.

  Consistency: What were you just doing?

  Nie's words felt strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange about them. She replied, "I'm just organizing some translation materials, what's up?"

  As the night deepened, they were chatting about who was eating, sleeping, brushing their teeth and washing their face, and before they knew it, an hour had passed. Nie Zhiyan shut down her computer, outside the window was a sea of lights from thousands of homes, this city's night was still in its vibrant and bustling state, which made her solitary figure even more striking. She stood quietly by the window, her silhouette shrouded by the vast night sky, so small that she could be easily overlooked.

  But at this moment, Nie Zhiyan's words were like honey poured into her heart.

  Everything goes on as usual, and time moves forward step by step. Nezishen's small days are still quite flavorful.

  She found that since Lu Yiheng said "I won't treat you like that again", her relationship with Lu Yiheng had suddenly taken a 180-degree turn, no, it should be said that Lu Yiheng's attitude towards her had undergone a 180-degree change.

  Their contacts miraculously increased gradually.

  Every day when she goes home, she habitually goes online and chats with "Yan Zhi Heng", but what's strange is that Lu Yi Heng is always there. As soon as she logs on, she can see his bright penguin avatar, and whenever she sends a message, she immediately receives a reply, even giving her the illusion several times that he was waiting for her to come online.

  They talked about work-related things, said they heard a song today and thought it was pretty good, said there were some interesting things between colleagues, and every time a topic was about to end, he would bring up another one. Gradually, such conversations became her daily after-work routine, becoming a habit.

  For a long time, Nie Zhiyan did not know how such a transformation had occurred.

  It's as if someone had set a predetermined path for her in the invisible, and was leading her along this path, while she clearly knew that this path was dangerous, but couldn't refuse, couldn't resist.