yournovel Chapter 175 What can't young people sleep?
Chapter 175 What can't young people sleep?
Chapter 175 What can't young people sleep?
The office returned to quiet.
Old Lin walked to his desk and saw a tea canister in a paper bag on it.
He immediately turned to Yu Huan and asked, "Xiao Yu, did you bring all of these?"
“Yes, Dad,” Yu Huan replied with a smile, “This is Golden Needle Autumn Tea. The shopkeeper said that although it is slightly less tender than spring tea, it has a richer and more fragrant flavor.”
"I'm afraid it won't be cheap, will it?"
Old Lin shook his head and patted the lucky bamboo next to the tea leaves:
"You're very thoughtful, but compared to this tea, I actually prefer this pot of hydroponic bamboo."
Even so, Old Lin couldn't help but smile, clearly quite satisfied with the tea his son-in-law had brought, which was tailored to his tastes.
Yu Huan cupped his hands in congratulations to Old Lin, saying, "Dad, this bamboo is mainly to wish you continued success in your career!"
"I appreciate your kindness." Old Lin smiled even more broadly, waved his hand and said, "Move this computer up to the eleventh floor and set it up. I'll pack my things first."
"Ok."
Yu Huan responded and immediately went around to the back of the desk. He checked the computer to make sure it was off before unplugging it.
Old Lin only asked three strong men from the editorial department to help carry the tables and chairs. As the editor-in-chief, he did not entrust the rest to anyone else. He and his son-in-law organized everything and carried it upstairs in a handcart.
Yu Huan was still groggy from lack of sleep the night before, feeling as if she were shrouded in a thin fog, and her reactions were somewhat sluggish.
When he walks, his steps are light and airy, as if he is walking on soft clouds, giving him an unreal feeling of floating on air.
The perception of time also becomes exceptionally slow.
Forcing himself to stay awake, he rode the elevator up and down repeatedly, mechanically carrying things. Every time the elevator doors opened, he had the illusion of stepping out of a dream.
After moving everything, Yu Huan started tidying up the new office, putting each item back in its place.
The entire editorial office gradually became more organized.
Finally, Yu Huan slumped behind his desk, watching as Lao Lin placed the last book into the empty bookshelf.
This bookcase occupies an entire wall, and even if all of Lao Lin's books were put in it, it would only take up half the space.
The editor-in-chief's office has large bookshelves and a large desk. The room is three times the size of the editor-in-chief's office and has its own private bathroom. The facilities are very complete.
Furthermore, the president's office is right across from the door.
Yu Huan sat behind her desk, still feeling somewhat unreal, as if she were still in a dream.
He said weakly, "Dad, this bookcase is too big. Should I get some decorative items to fill it out?"
"No need," Old Lin shook his head and said, "Let's leave it at that for now."
Yu Huan pondered for a moment.
Right.
With such a high-ranking leader taking office, there will definitely be many people giving him potted plants like money trees and lucky bamboo, as well as small office decorations.
He glanced up at the wall clock; the hour and minute hands were about to overlap at four o'clock.
My gaze then fell upon the lush green lucky bamboo on the table.
Yu Huan's heart stirred, and she snapped out of her daze.
He suddenly spoke up, "Dad, can I use your computer? I want to shop online and buy a cell phone for Grandpa!"
Old Lin didn't turn around, but casually replied, "Go ahead and use it. The password is You Rong's birthday."
Uh……
Yu Huan was stunned for a moment, a slight embarrassment rising in her heart.
He couldn't even remember his wife's birthday!
Maybe we shouldn't use this computer anymore?
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of Lao Lin carrying a stack of folders. He turned around, walked to his desk, opened the cabinet, and started organizing the files inside.
If a father-in-law doesn't even know his wife's birthday, he absolutely won't believe it unless he has something to say about it.
This computer is clearly indispensable.
Yu Huan could only force herself to concentrate and try to recall the events carefully.
I still remember when I first visited, Old Lin joked that if we counted according to the Gregorian calendar, Lin Yourong was even a year older than him.
Otherwise, how did you manage to call her "Sister You Rong" in the first place?
A sudden idea flashed in Yu Huan's mind.
The third day of the Lunar New Year!
Remembering that Lin Yourong celebrated her birthday according to the Gregorian calendar, he pretended to be idle, took out his phone, and quickly searched for her, adding that the minimum password for a Windows system login is eight digits.
Yu Huan entered the password with trepidation, almost breaking out in a sweat.
I pressed the last number on the numeric keypad and thankfully managed to enter the main interface.
At 3:59, I expertly accessed the official website of Xiaomi's mobile phone brand, logged into my account, and made my quick purchase at the last minute.
Order successful!
I must say, Director Lin's computer is still the best.
Yu Huan released the mouse, leaned back, and slumped into her office chair.
The weight on my heart has finally been lifted.
Old Lin turned to look at Yu Huan's listless appearance and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you today? You don't have a cold or fever, do you?"
"I'm not sick," Yu Huan shook her head. "I just didn't sleep much last night."
Old Lin immediately stopped what he was doing and said, "Staying up late is consuming your life at the cost of your health."
Yu Huan yawned: "Dad, I know. I was just lying in bed without being able to fall asleep, which is insomnia, not staying up all night!"
"What could possibly keep a young person up at night?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan simply scratched his head.
It's hard to say, hard to say. "Then what did you do this morning?" Old Lin pressed.
Yu Huan said without changing her expression, "I went to my cousin's place for dinner."
He was going to use the demolition compensation for investment, and in Lao Lin's view, it was definitely a high-risk investment with no guarantee, so you couldn't argue with him.
Old Lin closed the drawer, looked at Yu Huan's slightly tired face and said, "Your mother is home today. We'll go eat in a bit. You Rong will be back tonight after recording the show."
"Okay." Yu Huan nodded.
He sat in the editor-in-chief's chair.
Looking around the spacious and bright editor-in-chief's office.
Yu Huan spent another half hour experiencing what it's like to be the editor-in-chief. After finishing up, Lao Lin invited him to go home together.
He felt that he was in the same state as a ghost.
Thinking that his electric scooter was still parked in the bike shed near the Morning Post building, and that he wasn't in the mood to ride it, he chose to sit in the passenger seat of Lao Lin's Crown.
He lowered the back of his seat and had just closed his eyes when he felt a push on his shoulder.
At the same time, Lao Lin's voice came into my ears: "Xiao Yu, we've arrived at the garage."
Yu Huan struggled to open her sore eyes, groggily unbuckled her seatbelt, and floated behind Lao Lin.
Seeing his mother-in-law's beaming face, he gradually regained consciousness.
Realizing that he had taken the elevator to the twelfth floor and was already entering the room, he quickly called out, "Mom."
"Xiao Yu." After answering, the mother-in-law turned to Old Lin, who was changing his shoes in front of her, and said, "What's wrong with Xiao Yu? He looks listless and like he hasn't woken up yet."
Old Lin shook his head and said, "He didn't sleep well last night."
Upon hearing this, the mother-in-law bent down, took out Rainbow Cat slippers from the shoe cabinet, and gently tossed them in front of Yu Huan.
She said to the sleepy-eyed Yu Huan, "It's only a little before five o'clock, there's still a long time before dinner. Yu, why don't you go and take a nap?"
"Okay." Yu Huan nodded absentmindedly.
He dazedly changed into slippers and drifted to the guest room.
In no time, I took off my coat and jeans, put on a sweater and thermal underwear, spread out the covers, and crawled into bed.
The moment my head touched the pillow, I fell into a deep sleep.
They even forgot to close the door.
The elderly couple looked at each other for a moment in front of the door.
The mother-in-law said softly, "You must not have slept for a whole day and night."
"Pretty much. He went to his cousin's place this morning, and then came to help me move my office this afternoon." Old Lin said softly, smiling, "He also bought me a pound of tea and a pot of lucky bamboo."
“Xiao Yu is definitely a filial son,” the mother-in-law said, tiptoeing as she closed the door to the ground floor room. “Shall we eat later?”
Old Lin nodded: "Later."
……
"Xiao Yu... Xiao Yu..."
As Yu Huan smelled the faint scent of lavender laundry detergent, he felt a deep male voice calling his name in his ear.
Distinguish carefully.
Oh.
It was Lao Lin's voice.
After realizing it, Yu Huan continued to immerse herself in a deep sleep, as if surrounded by a soft mist, isolated from the world.
Gradually, I felt my limbs, wrapped in a warm and comfortable blanket, naturally stretching out in a starfish shape.
His chest rose and fell gently with the rhythm of his breathing.
Suddenly realizing there was something incredibly important to do, Yu Huan sprang up from the bed as if struck by lightning, her eyes snapping open instantly.
Oops!
I still need to go to the broadcasting center to pick up my wife!
In the pitch-black room, Yu Huan sat up hastily and skillfully fumbled for the light switch on the bedside table.
With a soft "click," the ceiling light shone brightly, making everything in the room clearly visible.
Yu Huan quickly grabbed the jeans from the bedside table and hurriedly pulled her phone out of her pocket.
The screen lit up, clearly showing the time as 9:43 PM.
He was relieved.
Luckily, I didn't oversleep. If I had made that mistake, my wife would have been much harder to appease.
Thinking back to when he vaguely heard Lao Lin's voice earlier, it must have been him being called for dinner.
After sleeping for nearly five hours, Yu Huan felt refreshed and full of energy.
However, as he got out of bed and stood up in his slippers, a strong feeling of hunger struck him, and his stomach began to rumble.
From noon until now, more than nine hours have passed, and apart from drinking some tea, I haven't eaten anything else.
He got dressed, spread the blankets out neatly on the bed, and patted off the wrinkles.
I opened the door, turned off the lights, and stepped out.
The living room was as bright as day.
The elderly couple sat on the sofa watching Hunan TV. It was Saturday, and at this time, the show "Happy Camp" was obviously playing.
Hearing the door open, the mother-in-law, who was peeling tangerines, turned around and said with a smile, "Xiao Yu, the food is in the kitchen. Go heat it up in the microwave yourself."
Yu Huan said with a smile, "Mom, I'll drive to the broadcasting center to pick up Rongrong later. Do you want to get some late-night snacks?"
Old Lin picked up the mug on the coffee table and took a sip: "She finishes work too late, so we won't go out for a late-night snack. You two should head back early."
(End of this chapter)