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The third temperature of the third anniversary

At six o'clock in the evening, the autumn sun slanted onto the lawn on the west side of the factory building, gilding the temporary barbecue grill with a layer of gold. The unique aroma of charcoal and cumin mixed in the air is the most straightforward way to celebrate the company's third anniversary - allowing the smoke and fire to penetrate the usual smell of engine oil, and letting laughter overshadow the roar of machines.

It's been three years now, "said Lao Li from the production department as he flipped over the lamb skewers in his hand. Oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound, and a wisp of fragrant green smoke rose up. He remembered the first day three years ago, when the factory was so empty that echoes could be heard.

Not far away, the competitive competition has just ended. In the tug of war competition, the R&D department and the sales department were deadlocked for a full three minutes. When the knot finally crossed the line, both teams collapsed on the ground and burst into laughter. The red silk cloth tied in the middle of the rope witnessed all the shouting and sweat of this afternoon. Young programmer Xiao Chen was wearing the medal he had won around his neck - in the "Fastest Watermelon Eating Competition", he completed the task at an astonishing speed, although there was still a light red water stain on the front of his T-shirt.

The sheep are ready! "A shout came from the center of the lawn. Two old masters carried the whole roasted golden lamb towards the long table, and the burning aroma instantly became the main tone of the air. The sheepskin is so crispy that you can hear the sound of shattering, and the meat inside remains perfectly tender and smooth. This is not the exquisite slicing in the restaurant, but the roughness and satisfaction that can be directly torn by hand. When the grease flows down through the crevices of his fingers, even the usually rigorous financial director can't care about his image, smiling and competing with his young colleagues to see who can pull off bigger chunks of meat.

Crayfish is an unexpected surprise. Xiao Wang from the HR department, whose hometown is in Hubei, mysteriously announced that she brought a taste of her hometown. When three large pots of spicy crayfish were placed in the center of the table, the cheers almost overturned the makeshift sunshade. Plastic gloves quickly became in short supply, so some people simply picked them up. At the moment when the spiciness exploded on their tongues, the girls in the design department took a deep breath and reached out to grab one. This is what celebration should be like! "Someone shouted, their voice drowned out in more laughter.

The fruit area is relatively quiet, but only relatively. Ms. Lin from the finance department carefully cut the watermelon into neat small pieces and inserted toothpicks. But soon someone invented a new game - using toothpicks to relay strawberries, and the loser had to tell a funny story about a company for three years. So those forgotten moments were brought up again: getting lost during the first team building, watching together at four o'clock in the morning while rushing for a project, and how a colleague's catchphrase became a popular phrase throughout the company.

The sunset gradually sank behind the roof of the factory, and someone turned on a string of lights. A warm yellow light spot shone along the edge of the sunshade, like suddenly bursting starlight. The charcoal fire was still red, and someone started baking marshmallows, adding a sweet and greasy aroma to the symphony of scents.

The marketing director stood up and knocked on the beverage can in his hand. The noise gradually subsided, leaving only a slight crackling sound of charcoal fire.

Three years ago, we imagined today in this empty factory building. "His voice was not high, but it clearly reached everyone's ears." We imagined the product, the market, and the scale. But to be honest, we never imagined this scene today

He looked around at every face illuminated by the flames and said, "I never imagined Xiao Zhang's shoes would fly out during a tug of war, I never imagined that Li Union would bring his hometown's secret chili powder, and I never imagined that we could gather together like this to celebrate another year together

Three years is short, so short that you can still remember the hustle and bustle of the first day; three years is also long, so long that we have become a familiar part of each other's lives. Thank you, not only for your work, but also for sharing the midnight snacks during every overtime, for standing shoulder to shoulder in front of every problem, and for the laughter at this moment

Without the seriousness of a formal speech, this passage is more like a conversation between friends. When applause broke out, I don't know who started first, but everyone started singing their birthday song. Not for anyone, but for the company, for the collective they have built together.

The night fell completely, and the starry sky was faintly visible at the edge of the city. Some people started to tidy up, while others chatted around the final charcoal fire. The medal of the competitive competition gently sways around someone's neck, reflecting the light of the string of lights. Empty lobster shells piled up into a small hill in the basin, recording the excitement just now.

The girls in the finance department are already discussing how to celebrate their fourth anniversary next year. Should we have a theme? "Someone suggested. The discussion gradually began, filled with anticipation for the future.

The lawn slowly returned to calmness, but there was still the aroma of grilled meat, the lingering laughter, and something more enduring in the air - the trust brewed in common struggle, the warmth accumulated in ordinary days, and the sense of belonging grown in three years.

The factory stands quietly in the darkness, tomorrow morning the machines will roar again, the reports will be filled with numbers again, and the code will continue to flow. But tonight, it witnessed a pure celebration, witnessing how people walking side by side drew a warm footnote to an extraordinary three years in the simplest way possible.

The string lights went out one by one, and the last group of people said goodbye to each other. The night sky is cloudless, and the stars are clear and visible, as if silently recording: this is how they spent their third autumn. And ahead, there are countless days like this waiting for them to walk together.