In late autumn, the French sycamore on both sides of Huaihai Road in Tianfeng City changed from a gentleman in full dress to a haggard old man. The sky was bright, but it could not hide the desolation outside the window. On this special day, the woman made a bold decision. She knew that everyone would object, but she still took firm steps as always and strode into the office building.

In front of the coffee machine on the corner of the thirteenth floor of Tianhai Design Company, two gorgeously dressed female employees were discussing privately.

"Have you heard that? The Creative Department is about to change, and the one named An is going to be promoted to executive creative director."

The woman in pink skirt raised her eyebrows, and when she was tall, she looked scared.

"Ah? She? Don't scare me. Working with obsessive-compulsive disorder is already the limit. Let her be the leader, and we will be better in the future?"

"Don't believe it, Sister Cai said it personally, it's definitely not wrong."

"This...shush, come, come, hide."

The two looked towards the end of the corridor and saw a thin woman walking towards her. They hurried back to the workstation as if they saw a plague god, and they didn't even have time to get the coffee they had just made.

The woman's name is An Xin, 27 years old, with a beautiful face and a thin ponytail, wearing a black professional outfit required by the company, showing a bit of ability. There is a dimpled on one side of the corner of her mouth, which shows a bit of softness in the coldness.

Her steps were firm, and wherever she went, others unconsciously avoided peace of mind, as if she had some concerns.

An Xin's eyes flashed a smile, and she didn't care about the reactions of the people next to her. She reached out to tidy up her collar, and felt that it was not flat enough, so she turned her head and walked to the bathroom next to her.

She has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the most obvious thing is storage. On the safe desk, you will not see any items placed outside, and everything is put into a drawer or put into a storage box. For a designer who has to face a lot of information and documents every day, the most things in the safe office area is storage box.

Design a storage box for information.

Review and review storage box.

Drawing data storage box.

...

After tidying up his clothes, An Xin just walked out of the bathroom and met the human resources manager Cai Hua.

"An, come to my office and tell you something, good things."

Sister Cai is one of the few people in Tianhai Company who can't hide from Anxin. She has always recognized Anxin's ability.

"Okay, I happen to have something to tell you."

Anxin smiled coldly, as if he had made some plans.

"An, congratulations, this is an appointment notice. From now on, you will be the Executive Director of the Creative Department. Come on."

Walking into the office, Cai Hua looked at An Xin with a smile, but the smile on An Xin's face seemed a little stiff.

There was a pleat on the cushion of the leather sofa, which made her feel awkward.

When Cai Hua walked towards Anxin and handed her the appointment notice, Anxin did not answer and took out an envelope from her bag and handed it to Cai Hua.

"What is this? You...resign?!"

Foreign-funded enterprises, one of the best design companies in Tianfeng City, can take the position of executive creative director of the Creative Department, which is something that many people dream of.

But Anxin chose to resign at this time.

Four years ago, Anxin came into contact with the relics organizer.

At the beginning, Anxin just regarded it as a unique experience, but over the past four years, as Anxin came into contact with more and more relics sorting work, she gradually realized that this was actually a very meaningful career.

It is a sense of belonging that others cannot understand.

In foreign countries, relics sorting is a very common profession, but it is not common in China, and it is even in an awkward situation like Anxin. In the past four years, Anxin has only taken over twenty cases, but this still cannot stop her from wanting to enter this industry.

"You... have you thought about it?" Sister Cai shook her head repeatedly.

She knew Anxin's situation, a foster family, and was always troubled by her adoptive father. Anxin is a person who lacks the warmth of her family. But she also didn't want to bury Anxin's talent. Anxin is indeed a rare designer.

"Yeah," An Xin nodded with a smile and said with a smile: "I've thought about it."

Knowing Anxin's personality, Sister Cai did not try her best to keep her, but just told Anxin that she would contact her at any time if she wanted to come back in the future.

Resigned with peace of mind.

In the cold wind, the doubts and laughter behind her were blown away, and she felt unprecedented peace of mind.

No. 1 Ziyan, Dongfeng Lane, is one of the few old towns in Tianfeng City, and Anxin’s home is here. In a super first-tier city like Tianfeng, there are many foreign entrepreneurs, and there are many renters in old towns like Dongfeng Lane.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and my father An Guosheng and his mother Liao Peirong were not at home. They bought a fruit stall at the end of Dongfeng Lane. Although they worked hard every day, their income was actually very small.

An Guosheng is a very irritable person. An Xin is not afraid of him, but every time he returns to his doorstep, he feels an inexplicable sense of urgency...

I passed by the dessert shop at the entrance of the alley and bought the smallest cake with peace of mind.

Anxin’s home is not big. There is a yard about three square meters when entering the gate. The first feeling when entering the gate is regular and neat. Everything is placed in a certain physical pattern, and even the orientation of the flower pots is very particular, which looks even more neat than the National Day military parade.

There are three small rooms in the north, and the living room is very small, and the bedrooms of Anxin and her parents are on the left and right. Originally, the living room and the bedroom were connected, but because Anxin had obsessive-compulsive disorder, An Guosheng did not allow Anxin to enter their bedroom. So many years ago, the door was blocked, but Anxin also had his own private space from then on.

There is no extra placement in the room, wardrobe, bed, bedside table, and a desk in front of the sun-facing window on the south side, which is not big.

There are no quilts or pillows on the bed, and they are stored in the bed cabinet.

The closet with doors that opens are invisible handles.

There was not even any item on the bedside table or desk.

As a designer, I have many pens, which are placed in a plastic storage box in a drawer, with the tip facing south and the cap facing north. This is actually to adapt to the direction of the earth's magnetic field.

There is a very regular flower stand on the north side of the room. On the top floor is a pot of green ivy, wrapped in a plastic box. In order to ventilate the panel of the plastic box, there are round holes on it. On the second floor, there is a plush bear, which is also packed in a storage box.

"Xiaohai, it's your birthday. Strawberry cake, what you like to eat"

"You are twelve years old today, so fast."

“…”

Back to her own space, under the soft light, Anxin's face also appears gentle. In this private space, Anxin can remove all disguises. She doesn't have to pretend to be strong or indifferent, and can be herself truly.

The little sea in Anxin's mouth is actually just a plush bear.

That was the first case that An Xinzheng had taken care of. Xiaohai died of congenital heart disease when he was eight years old. Aunt Zhou fainted more than a dozen times in a day because she was a neighbor who had a deep relationship with Xiaohai. Uncle Chen was so sad that he could only entrust An Xin to help deal with the child's relics.

The bear was left behind by Anxin.

The house next to it has been empty for several years. After Xiaohai passed away, Uncle Chen and Aunt Zhou moved out of Tianfeng, as if they had gone to the south and never came back.

From that time on, Anxin would leave a souvenir every time she helped the deceased organize the relics, after the family members agreed.

Anxin will carefully record the life and past of each deceased and understand each person’s story.

There is a book called "The Siege" in the storage box on the bookshelf, which is a relic left by Pepe, who died the previous year. She left peacefully. When she died, the book was placed next to her and opened it and was not finished reading it.

Anxin reads a few chapters for her every day, and she has read the whole book dozens of times so far.

The green ivy on the first floor of the flower stand was left by Grandma Li of Ziyan No. 1. She loved this pot of green ivy very much during her lifetime and helped her take care of it with peace of mind.

...

"You resigned?!"

Halfway through dinner, when An Guosheng's face turned pale when he heard the news of An Xin's resignation. An Xin, who was blushing on the side, couldn't help but feel a little nervous after seeing the embarrassing look on his adoptive mother Liao Peirong's face.

At An’s family, her mother Liao Peirong is the one who loves Anxin the most. She doesn’t want to make Liao Peirong sad, but she will not give up on her persistence for this.

With a loud bang, the ceramic bowl on the table was instantly smashed to pieces. An Guosheng, who had a gray face, looked at An Xin angrily: "Who allowed you to resign?!"
Chapter completed!