"Well, that's a good idea," Warlene agreed with one of Han Ting's statements, "adding a partition can indeed put more things." ”

As for the suggestion to weight the base, forget it, knitting items with packaging tape is itself for lightness, if you add heavy objects to the base, how to talk about lightness, but become a burden.

Just do it, Warlene spent the weekend two days adding a compartment to the box, which looked more like a cabinet, with more than a dozen squares of large and small, the small one was only the height of Warlene's fist, and the large one could put a pair of high boots.

Han Ting couldn't understand it now: "There's no need to make such a small lattice, you can't put a single shoe in, and the umbrella is almost the same." ”

At this time, Warlene's mind is no longer on the question of whether it is a shoe cabinet, the woven box has been prepared, but I don't know if there is a chance to send it out, today Bai Lao's eyes are removed, I don't know how Bai Lao is, and I don't remember to cut his own business.

Staying up until Tao Liqiong got off work, Warren urgently asked about Bai Lao's situation, Tao Liqiong shook her head: "Bai Lao has someone to take care of him, and I don't know the specific situation, but I heard that Bai Lao will live for a while, maybe you still have a chance to meet Bai Lao." ”

"Still going to stay for a while?" said Wolyn's heart with hope burning again.

She looked at the woven box placed on the table, for fear of soiling the box, she didn't let the box touch the ground during the whole process of weaving the box, so carefully knitted the box, there should be a chance to send it out.

"Bai Lao's eyes are revised, but his eyes can't be too tired," Tao Liqiong understood Wo Lin's thoughts and comforted Wo Lin, "Bai Lao wants to cut out himself, it's not a matter of a while, it takes time." ”

"Well, that makes sense. Wallen covered the woven box with newspaper.

No matter when this woven box can be sent, whether there is a chance to send it out, it must be isolated from dust first.

For the rest of the time, Warlene followed the step-by-step routine, her lifestyle was almost the same, commuting to and from work on time, eating on time, practicing calligraphy on time, reading on time, sleeping on time, and another week passed, and she still didn't think about how to reply to Jian Kang.

The weather was getting cooler, and Wallen turned out her autumn and winter clothes to dry.

"Wallen, you're an office worker now, and your clothes as a student seem too casual. Liang Ying was blunt.

Looking at the clothes Liang Ying was wearing, and then looking through the window of the corridor to look around the courtyard, the clothes of the other employees, Warlene admitted that Liang Ying's words were indeed reasonable, and her dress was indeed a little unsociable.

Having already taken two and a half months' salary, plus her previous savings, Wallen plans to buy a few clothes for the season.

According to the regulations of the hospital, even if she reports on August 30, she can receive half a month's salary, while Hospital Z pays her monthly salary on the first day of every month, and it is now October.

"Let's go shopping together. It just so happened that Tao Liqiong also felt that her clothes were outdated, so she pulled Warlene and left.

Z Hospital is located in the center of the city, and there are many shopping malls nearby, so it is very convenient to buy clothes.

After shopping for most of the day, neither of them bought clothes, not because they didn't have suitable clothes, but because they didn't have the price they wanted.

Volin has only been working for less than two months, and Tao Liqiong has been working a month earlier than Warlene, but she is not much richer than Warlene.

The two casually ate something at a roadside stall and took two buses to the wholesale market.

"These clothes are not bad," Tao Liqiong and Volin muttered, "The style is no worse than that in the mall, and the material is almost nothing, anyway, we just went to work, we have no money, and we wear a little poor, and others won't say anything." ”

She was afraid that her voice would be heard by the stall owners, who deliberately raised the price of her clothes.

Warlene thought so.