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Chinese has been my favorite subject since I started learning to write as a child. I love it, just just love it. I don't know enough about it, but I just love it. I can't name its roots, its branches, its leaves, its flowers, its fruits, but I just love it. It feels like it, and there is no reason to like it.

With that ignorant love for it, I crawled through elementary school, junior high school, high school, college, and jumped into the big society. Nowadays, I still don't know what I like about it, most of the predicates and objects I don't know, I just know that it's in my heart, it's very comfortable!

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, I often had to look at pictures and write essays. At that time, I felt like a child with an overly rich imagination. For example, in the picture, a little boy is helping an old woman to cross the street, and at that time, after I finished writing the things that should be described in the picture, I had already written the horizontal lines of the picture and essay. It stands to reason that this is already the time to put pen to paper. However, at that time, I would continue to think wildly, constantly imagining what happened to the little boy who helped his grandmother cross the street on the second and third days, and it felt like I couldn't finish writing. When there is no room for the end of the test paper, you have to continue to wave the pen in the blank space on the side of the test paper until the end you want appears. Well, after it is finally written, use a "V" symbol to insert it at the end of the test paper to continue the previous story. When I handed in the test papers, my table mates saw that I had written such a long picture essay, and there was only one look in their eyes -- my friends were stunned! However, if the essay was written like this, the score was destined not to be high, but I liked it at that time.

As the grade level grew, the number of essay requirements gradually increased, and by the time I reached high school, I had to write at least 800 words.

Maybe it's because my imagination is getting worse every year, or maybe my enthusiasm for writing has greatly diminished, and every time I take a Chinese exam in high school, I feel constipated when I look at the essay on the test paper and ask for more than 800 words. How do I write it? What am I going to write? Narrative essay, argumentative essay?

What is particularly incomprehensible is that some Chinese teachers will ask students to memorize other people's essays by rote, and write essays without personal characteristics, just for a so-called score. I feel that this is an insult to the language. The language in everyone's heart has the soul and characteristics of everyone's heart, and what is the difference between blindly copying other people's models and stifling one's own uniqueness?

Because my high school essays were too patterned, I didn't know how to write them, so I fell in love with writing weekly journals. This is the freedom of the heart, and I can write whatever I want, as long as that freedom is in line with truth, goodness and beauty.

Over time, he became the self who writes his life freely today. I feel that the overly imaginative self of the second grade of elementary school is back......

In the past, when I wrote "Metamorphosis", I paid special attention to the number of words, and I felt that the more words, the more satisfied I was! However, as I became more and more mentally journeyed, I gradually realized that it was not the number of words that brought me real satisfaction. Rather, it is to express the words that you want to express in your heart. In the past, I deliberately wrote for the sake of the number of words, but most of the things I wrote lacked soul. And now I just want to express my thoughts completely, but I am surprised to find that the number of words is unexpectedly large. For example, I unconsciously wrote a few thousand more words when I thought I could express a complete sentence in just over 800 words, and I wrote more than 10,000 words when I thought I could express a complete idea in a few thousand words. Then, looking back, I once thought that 800 words was so far away, but now even 3,000 words feel that the number of words is very small......

So, people change, and I'm changing. What doesn't change is that I'm still writing, no matter how many words or how little.

Life is the best screenwriter, there are big ups and downs, there are small ups and downs, as the protagonist of your own life, how to live your life well without a script? Well, this is an exploratory question that lives while walking.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life, when people influence each other, there will be ideological exchanges and collisions between the protagonists, which protagonist's thoughts infect which protagonist, this is also no fixed model. Therefore, if you want to live well, you must not only keep the beauty and principles that you believe in in your heart, but also learn to learn from the protagonists of other lives what is beneficial to you so that you can better grow and become strong.

I'm trying to live and feel ......

In the workshop, I have to deal with a lot of other protagonists in life, just to adapt to this environment. After all, survival of the fittest.

Continuing the influence of some of the protagonists of other lives in the previous chapter, and adding new exchanges with several other protagonists.

In life, either you change others, or you are changed by others. Yes, I was changed by my aunt......

When I say change, I don't mean a change in personality, but a change in certain habits.

The words she said that she would be better luck wearing red bottoms in the natal year were firmly engraved in my heart, and I couldn't wipe them off no matter how I wiped them. Actually, I don't really like to dress my good Chinese brother in red, although I often saw male compatriots flying back and forth in the dormitory when I was a student, because it felt too earthy. Well, all of a sudden, I remembered the first dress I wore to my good Chinese brother when I was in the fourth grade...... Superman Diga, who has a super Q printed in the middle of that dress, is bursting!

It's just that time can wash away the trends that belong to us. Well, both of us brothers are no longer the children we used to be......

Therefore, I plan to give it a try and see what it will be like to dress my good Chinese brother in red in the natal year. Well, I still remember that in the seven-color mood clothes I bought at the beginning, there was a red Sunday mood.

For the first time since I returned home, I dressed my good Chinese brother in a red Sunday mood, well, it was Saturday. At that time, I really wanted to be able to work the night shift, because I had basically adapted to the rhythm of the day shift, and I wanted to experience the life of the night shift.

At that time, many colleagues were talking about whether we would change shifts on weekends, well, they were reluctant to switch to night shifts, I heard that they were tired. But they thought it was they who thought, maybe I'd like it more, so my little wish at that time was to change the night shift.

As a result, just before the end of work on Saturday night, the supervisor informed us that we would all switch to the night shift! We would have a day off on the weekend and go to work the following Monday night.

This is simply a small blessing!

Not to mention that you can work night shifts, then the happiness of a day off is enough to be satisfied! The more difficult the holiday, the happier the vacation you can take, even if it is just an ordinary holiday. This is something that people who often take vacations can hardly appreciate.

Sure enough, the luck of wearing red clothes for my good Chinese brother in the natal year is really good! Perhaps, it is a psychological effect. However, it's not a bad thing to be willing to believe that good luck is around you. After all, all wishes come true.

So, I took advantage of the weekend and the daytime of the next Monday to do what I wanted to do, such as writing the last chapter of more than 10,000 words, buying a box of four pieces of seven wolf red clothes for my good brother in China, and buying a box of acne products online......

Because we believe in beauty, there will be beauty.

Ever since I dressed my good Chinese brother in the red clothes I bought online, the feeling of going to work has changed! I really have a special feeling that I can sail against the current! So, I have been changed...... The good brother of China wears red clothes every day and takes turns to change ...... Although good things don't happen every day, at least the good ones are still good, and the ones who are afraid of the bad are not bad......

On vacation, I went home for dinner, talked with my uncle and aunt about how I felt working in DSX, talked about dancing and gratitude at the morning meeting, talked about the joy and bitterness of work, and talked about the interesting things that colleagues talked about with me......

Uncle and aunt listened so happily, and felt that the company DSX was so interesting, after all, I had never heard of dancing and thanksgiving at a morning meeting.

Also, when it comes to what my aunt said about wearing red pants in the natal year, my aunt thinks it's very good! She thinks that my aunt and sister are good people and are willing to tell me this, well, she especially believes in this. also said that let the second sister also buy a few for the uncle who is also born this year to wear. In fact, what warms my heart is that when I see the happiness of my uncle and aunt when they listen to me say these words, I feel so good!

As I said, my aunt and sister are obsessive-compulsive disorder in terms of hygiene. Well, maybe it's not just about hygiene......

In terms of love hygiene, um, sometimes I turn on the 10th machine, and she packs it on the 19th machine. When she's done busy, when she passes by the number 10 machine, she will come over with a smile and have a chat with me. In the process of chatting, she will easily sort out the cardboard box I put next to the No. 10 machine. Actually, it's not messy at all, but she doesn't seem to be feeling uncomfortable if she doesn't tidy it up. So, I guess she suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder. However, that's not the point. The point is, I'm obsessive-compulsive! She sorted out the cardboard boxes that I had already put together, and her compulsion was satisfied, but she stepped into the line of my obsessive-compulsive psychology. So, my heart is so uncomfortable......

In terms of working methods, um, I have cut out my own technique and feel by cutting small parts with small scissors. When it was time to eat, she picked me up and I went to eat. When I came back from dinner, she said that her cutting method was faster and less labor, and asked me to learn her method. Forehead...... I cut it as she said, and it felt awkward! I wasn't used to it at all, and it wasn't as fast as I was. In the end, out of respect for myself, I chose my own cutting method. Her suggestion was not followed, and there was a hint of displeasure on her face. Well, obsessive-compulsive disorder is at work......

In terms of OCD degree, well, my OCD degree is a bit heavy. I cooperated with my aunt and sister to start the machine, and I saw that the box containing waste under the machine was about to be full, so I asked my aunt and sister to help me turn on the machine, and I went to change the box. However, she is pressing the edges of the product. She said that she would finish the row first. Forehead...... There were more than a dozen products in that row, and the waste bin was already so full that it would be physically and mentally exhausting to delay a little longer. I wanted to rush, but I didn't dare. After all, she is a senior, and her obsessive-compulsive disorder is also a little heavy, and she doesn't want to leave her post if she doesn't finish that row. Well, when obsessive-compulsive disorder meets obsessive-compulsive disorder, as a junior, I silently bowed my head......

My aunt said something to me that impressed me: "I feel that you are different from other people. You're special!"

I smiled, "Really?"

She nodded earnestly: "Yes, that's what my instinct tells me. ”

I feel that this is a kind of euphemistic compliment to me.

Since I started the night shift, my aunt and sister have often asked me if I need to use small scissors, after all, I don't have any, she can lend them to me. Feeling, special care for me!

When they see me, they usually smile more naturally. At the moment, she has smiled at me the most in the workshop. I guess she should be my nobleman.

I don't know how to do some of the things on the machine, and she'll teach me what she knows. Well, that's a rarity. Because it stands to reason that she doesn't have the obligation to teach me, but she teaches me very seriously. Think about the cold noodle boss, I've been in the company for almost a month, and he hasn't taught me any operation on the machine or explained what precautions are there......

Therefore, my aunt and sister naturally helped me grow, and I already understood the operation of the machine and what she taught. Something a little deeper, I'm still trying to figure it out. In short, I guess I jumped from a class that specializes in sweeping floors to a class that can operate machines naturally.

My obsessive-compulsive disorder does not reject my aunt and sister, who are very likely to suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder, but respects her very much.

It's normal for the ideas between the protagonist and the protagonist to be inconsistent sometimes, and if you know how to run in and absorb, there will be meaning.

There are some things that don't need to be learned through hands-on practice, but can be learned indirectly. For example, those things that don't see the light......

In the early days when I first joined the company, I cooperated with Brother Song to start the machine. In addition to what was mentioned in the previous chapter, the topics we talked about are also more connotative.

Brother Song talked about how he first came to the south to look for a job in Dongguan, but the recruiter didn't resolutely refuse to do so as soon as he knew that he was from Gui.zhou.

I wondered, "Why?"

Brother Song replied naturally: "Because they think that gui.zhou people love to make trouble, and they are too easy to fight impulsively." ”

I nodded with the same expression: "Oh......"

He continued: "Because of this, in the year or two in Dongguan, I did all the pornography, gambling and drugs. ”

I believe that he will gamble for money, but Huang He is poisonous, I can't believe it.

I was curious: "Huang, are you going to visit the kiln?"

He smiled a little embarrassedly and nodded.

Then, naturally, he talked about the fact that the streets near our company were full of women who "went to the sea". He also emphasized that he had already discovered it on the first day he came here!

I looked at him in a daze: "Wouldn't it?! Is there such a blatant one? Isn't it very strong in recent years to sweep away pornography?"

He smiled: "Of course it's not blatant, and it's inexhaustible." ”

On this, well, it is indeed true. Thoroughly, almost non-existent.

I continued to wonder: "How do you know which women on the nearby street are 'going to the sea'?"

He still smiled and replied: "Hehe, there is a code." ”

I was even more curious: "What code?"

He said simply: "If it's a woman who 'goes to the sea', she usually says, do you want to play for a while? ”

I was amazed: "There is such a term?!, I'm also drunk......"

He always laughs.

Then I asked him some deeper questions.

I looked at him with glowing eyes and asked, "Do you talk when you're 'dealing' with those women?"

He seemed to be stunned by my sudden strange question, and then replied with some stumbling words: "Talk...... There's a chat. ”

I asked the press: "So what would you talk to them about, would they have some special stories, and did they 'go to the sea' because they were forced by life, or because they were driven by their own strong desires?"

He looked at me a little embarrassed and smiled a little awkwardly. Then, pretending to be calm, he replied simply: "They won't talk about this, ask them, and they will change the subject." These are personal privacy ......"

It felt like I was doing an alternative interview with him to satisfy my curiosity. From his surprised expression, it was clear that he thought I wanted to visit the kiln......

Well, it really doesn't work for me, I'm just curious. Brother's first kiss is still there......

However, this is the current thought, and who knows what I will become in the future?

His cousin joined the company with him, so naturally he would go out to play and be together. His cousin is a man with a wife, and his wife is also in the same company as him.

Therefore, if his cousin goes out to visit the kiln, he must hide it from his wife. Well, what about fidelity after marriage? At present, the paper is still wrapped in fire and has not been burned, and his cousin's wife does not know that her husband is out to visit the kiln......

What if one day she knew? In Brother Song's answer, it was like this: "Then it's okay?"

Well, what will become of me when I get married? I don't know, it should be okay. Should......

Then, I talked to him about poison again.

I asked him, "What does it feel like to be on drugs?"

He said that he had a feeling of being fluttering and wanted to dance as soon as he heard the music.

I asked, "Did you get addicted to drugs in the first place?"

He shook his head: "No, because only a little bit of it." However, sometimes after sucking and being happy, my head will be dizzy and uncomfortable. ”

I listened to him soberly, because I had to keep in my heart the idea that drug use is bad for your health!

He also said that K powder is particularly effective in treating headaches, and when you have a headache, you can suck a little and get better immediately. However, the next time you have a headache, you can only continue to smoke K powder, and it is completely useless to take other cold medicines, or go for hanging injections.

Well, drugs are easy to make people dependent on them, so that they become addicted and difficult to get rid of. So, don't touch drugs out of curiosity. If you're not careful, your feet will sink in......

While chatting, Big Brother Mahjong happened to pass by us, so he also interjected to speak.

Well, let's talk about casinos again.

They were all very familiar with the composition of the casino's staff, so they all worked hard to express their opinions. However, I was the only one who really listened.

Big Brother Mahjong said on my left, Brother Song said on my right, I don't even know whose eyes to look at...... Their desire to express themselves was too strong, but I could only silently try to receive the saliva full of the smell of struggle.

No way, who called me a person who likes to be a listener? So, I'm so rare in the workshop.

The protagonist and the protagonist can generally feel each other's experiences in communication, so as to increase their own hearing. There are good and bad ones, just know how to filter and absorb them. It was also a special process that felt good.

According to the Law of Attraction, what kind of person you are will naturally attract what kind of people will appear around you.

Is the appearance of Bobo's classmates just to indirectly say that I am really still very young?

Well, no, I'm really young. She hasn't grown her hair to her waist, and I haven't even married her yet. Who is she? She is her......

When Bobo first asked me what my name was.

I smiled and replied, "Arowana." ”

He chuckled: "What a talent!

He wouldn't really believe that this was my name, would hew?! I smiled and said that I don't have the surname Kim, but it's easier to remember me by such a title.

However, he didn't call me "Arowana" once, but called me "teasing" a few times. Who called me so cute?

When he was working with me on the camera, he was very concerned about my height, always asking me how tall I was, and he felt good about himself that he was about the same height as me. Well, I don't deny that when people's eyes look up slightly, they will have the illusion that they have increased themselves.

In fact, I was taller than him, even though the sneakers I wore were a bit thicker in heels. It felt like even if I took off my shoes, it didn't affect the fact that I was taller than him. Because generally when someone taller than me appears in front of me, my pupils will inexplicably dilate a little, and he can't give me this feeling. However, he just didn't believe it, and always felt that he was about the same height as me. Well, it's really about the same, it's only about half a head apart.

After all, he is a boy who is several years younger than me, so he likes to speak some Internet words, especially the phrase "666".

When I started up with him, he saw how fast I cut small parts, so he had a slightly amazed expression: "666!"

I smiled and echoed, "666." ”

He asked, "You're so good, do your parents know?"

I shook my head with a slight sigh: "Alas, I don't know. ”

He immediately used the phrase of the adapted version: "I'll go...... years bought two watches. ”

I can only laugh at it.

He especially likes handsome and cows, because this can highlight his pride.

So every time he felt good about himself and performed a trick in front of me, he would point the tip of his chin at me and ask, "Do you slip?"

In order to take care of his young and thin face, I would nod and smile mechanically: "Yo-yo." ”

He smiled heartily.

Later, when I worked the night shift, I drove different machines from him, he drove the nineth, and I drove the tenth, which was next door.

One night on the night shift, he suddenly walked up to me and lit up his new watch. Then, without the slightest hint of convergence, he asked, "Is it cool or not?"

I was very busy at the time, so I glanced at it and blurted out: "It's cool!"

He began to revel in his luck and happiness: "This is a gift from my cousin, he originally ordered it for himself online, but as soon as he received it, he looked at it, and he didn't like it and gave it to me. So it's brand new. You see, does this watch look like a bracelet?"

I worked hard and nodded my head hard.

Then, he pressed the light on his watch again, and a blue number appeared, but I didn't look at it carefully. I know he's showing off.

He saw that I didn't react strongly enough, so he started to take the watch I was wearing.

He pointed to my watch and asked, "How much did you buy your watch for?"

Naturally, I replied, "It's cheap, about 120 yuan." ”

He smiled: "So cheap?!My watch costs more than a thousand dollars!"

I smiled, "I know." ”

He jokingly asked, "Why don't I exchange my watch for yours?"

I replied lightly, "Don't." ”

He wondered, "Why?"

I looked at my watch and smiled, "Because there are feelings." ”

He immediately said again: "I'll go...... I bought a watch!"

I still have to laugh at it.

Whew, my watch was bought in Cambodia, in addition to feelings, it also has commemorative value. Even if it's a joke, I don't want to cooperate.

Between the protagonists and the protagonists, it is often easy for the thoughts of one party to erode the thoughts of the other, and if the will is not firm, then it is easy to fall. Therefore, you must know what you want, not that others think it is good, but that the good that you agree with in your heart is the good that belongs to your own life.

The worldview, outlook on life and values between the protagonist and the protagonist will not be the same in many cases, and which one is right and which one is wrong is a relative existence, and there is no absolute answer. So, be your own protagonist, and don't accidentally become a supporting role in your own life.

Before I switched to the night shift, I had worked with a male temporary worker who looked to be in his thirties. I turn on the machine to pick up the product and cut the small parts, and he takes care of the edge pressing and shaving the burrs.

His sudden appearance surprised me. Because he is a temporary worker, he does not crimp and shave burrs. Don't say he won't, I don't know how to work as a regular worker for more than ten days at the time. However, the cold-faced boss still arranged for him to be in charge of this, and called his aunt to teach the temporary worker how to press the edge and how to shave the burr.

I feel that this work arrangement is also chaotic and has no levels. Simply, it is only filled with the number of people, but it does not consider what stage the operator's hands-on ability is in.

Actually, I can't accept that temporary worker to press the edge and shave the product I took out when I boot it, after all, it's too reluctant......

First of all, a temporary worker is a novice, and many of them don't understand, so the speed is naturally very slow.

Secondly, the speed at which I started up at that time was not the same as when I first joined the company, and even I was surprised by the speed it was so fast. Temp workers can't keep up with me, so the products pile up on the table, piling up more and more. was seen by Sister Wang, and she was going to be said again.

In the end, the temporary worker had no confidence or intention to do the process. In this case, it is a kind of passive sabotage. I can't really remiss this state of work!

The temporary worker began to complain to me constantly, complaining that he was not suitable for this, complaining that he did not have time to rest at noon, complaining that he might be transferred to the night shift, and complaining that Sister Wang did not transfer him to the second floor to do the assembly......

At that time, my heart was at work, and I always went in my left ear and out in my right ear for the negative energy he kept instilling in me, and it was automatically filtered out.

He felt that it was not possible to find Sister Wang, so he would find the supervisor. He asked me who the director was.

I said that the supervisor is Sister Wang's husband, and he is sometimes in the workshop.

He bowed his head in a little disappointment and continued to slack off, but when he saw how quickly I started up and cut small parts, he asked me how long I had been here.

I said lightly that I have been here for more than ten days.

He was a little surprised: "I don't feel like you're a novice, like a master!"

I smiled. Well, when it comes to the key that will make my heart flutter......

However, his passivity and slacking off are too negative! Inexplicably, I feel a kind of anger burning in my heart! I really want him to leave immediately! You can go to any other position, just don't cooperate with me!

I don't know where to put the products on the table, and I can't help but curse! Think about it, a man in his thirties, such a little thing has been complained about in front of me for more than half an hour. If you can't do this, just change it. If you don't change it, you will feel all kinds of unhappiness in your heart. Who is this without?

It was very difficult, and finally waited for the figure of the supervisor to appear in the workshop!

I immediately pointed the temp worker in a light-filled direction - look, that's our director!

So, I was liberated......

After that, the cold noodle boss arranged for a special sister and a little boy to take care of the pile of products on the table.

The little boy was very unhappy, saying that if he couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it, wasting other people's time, and making him and Sister Xuejing fight "guerrilla warfare" all day long. The so-called "guerrilla warfare" is to help one plane and then another, and the guerrilla warfare is between multiple planes. Where they are needed, they are.

While they had a few complaints about the process of getting that pile of products, it was more of a little humor at work. It's not negative energy, it's just a natural expression of emotion.

Looking at them, I felt very happy. Because if you look at all this with humor, it will also make you happy.

As the protagonist of his own life, he has to stick to his own front and cannot be easily defeated.

What would it be like to live your own style? Well, it will make people feel like you are you, you are different.

After working the night shift, I cooperated with a very tall sister to start the machine, that is, the workshop that Brother Song said may be the youngest thirty-year-old woman.

Well, judging from her height, she definitely killed the height of nine and eighty percent of the men in the workshop. Luckily, I'm a little taller than her. That is, her height is more than 1.75 meters, and she has an absolute model figure, which is a bit of a waste if she is not a model. That's why I call her "model sister" in Dongdongli.

When I first found out that I was going to work with the model sister to start the film, my heart was very uneasy. Because before that, I didn't have any communication with her, not even the expression transmission.

But, I know. If time permits, I'll probably probably work with other colleagues on the shop floor. I don't run away from this. However, time does not allow, because I heard that many colleagues have decided to resign and go home for the New Year before the year, including Brother Song and Mahjong Brother, as well as Bobo classmates.

The model sister and the plump sister are both from He.nan Province, and the two of them can talk well, so the questions they ask are very similar.

She looked at me blankly and asked, "Will you press the edge?"

I smiled embarrassedly and replied, "A little." ”

She was immediately extremely disappointed: "That's not it, it's miserable, I'm going to be busy tonight!"

Because there are three products, they all need to be edged, and it is very hard for a single person to press the edge. What's more, the speed of the machine is relatively fast. Under normal circumstances, the person who starts the machine should help press a product to reduce the burden on the partner. It's a pity that I don't know how to press the edge yet......

However, I can try to learn how to crimp the edge. So I smiled and said to her, "I can learn how to press the edge." ”

She looked at me with suspicion: "I still don't want it, if I don't press it well, it will be troublesome to rework." ”

I was puzzled: "I'm going to have to learn this sooner or later, so I've got to give it a chance." ”

She thought for a moment and handed me a few products: "Okay, I'll give you one to see." ”

I was a little nervous to edge those products according to the feeling that I had crimped a few times before. Well, after it was finished, I handed her the product for acceptance with mixed feelings.

She looked at the first one carefully and said, "Huh, it seems to be okay."

The stone in my heart lightened a lot.

She looked at the second one carefully and said, this is how it was pressed.

The stone in my heart finally began to fall.

But when she saw the third one, she suddenly said, this can't be done!

The stone that was about to fall from the bottom of my heart instantly flew back to my heart against gravity. Too perverted heavy!

She continued: "I've already given you a chance, and you still won't press it, what should I do?"

I feel very speechless, as if I am a great god who can understand in seconds as soon as I learn it.

Okay, I had to stiffen and smile and say, then I won't press it, or you can press it......

As the working hours went on, the products piled up on the table became more and more piled up, and she became busier and busier, and the busier she became, the more irritable she became, and her mouth was muttering complaints......

I saw all of this, but I didn't know how to help her. Moreover, the speed of the machine was so fast that I couldn't even keep myself busy. Even if I could press the edges, I wouldn't necessarily be able to help her......

After that, she couldn't stand it anymore. So, I asked the technician to slow down the machine so she could keep up with the pace. However, I had time to sit quietly without pressing the edges. And she still can't keep hurrying.

I feel like I'm going to have to do something.

I watched the products on the table be so messy, and she had to pick them up one by one when she pressed the edges, which felt very troublesome. So, I decided to use the little time I could sit quietly to put each product in place so that it would be easy for her to reach and save time.

Originally, after she hit my enthusiasm for learning to press the edge, I didn't have much motivation to turn it on, and I felt like I was boiling. However, when I put each product neatly and with a little artistic creativity, I found that I was full of energy again! It turns out that art can sometimes be integrated into monotonous work.

Originally, she couldn't catch up with the speed of the edging, but after I put each product in order, I felt that her edging speed was faster, and she slowly kept up with the rhythm of the machine.

Perhaps, the neatly arranged products can make her see at a glance, and it will not give her the illusion that there are many products piled up like a messy pile of products and hit her inner motivation, but there is also a purifying effect on her inner clutter.

After I put each product in order, I felt that her irritable mood was also eased, and her fingers were also careful when taking my neatly arranged products. At that moment, did I subtly change her?

After that, she went to eat first after a break in the middle of the night, and I kept it to continue to turn on, continuing to arrange each product neatly and artistically.

When the cold-faced boss passed by, he walked over to take a look at the product, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. When picking up the product, the fingers are also cautious.

After the cold-faced boss left, the special sister who fought "guerrilla warfare" also passed by and saw my neatly arranged products, and came over with a smile and exclaimed: "Wow! It's so neatly placed, like a fan!"

I just replied to her grinning face.

It really feels like I've changed something......

When the model sister came back, she picked me up and replaced me to dinner. She almost slipped while transferring, because I threw a layer of small squares cut from the product on the floor.

She was a little excited and said, "Wow, how did you get this on the ground?"

I smiled and said, that's art.

She smiled: "It's still art......

In the second half of the night, she and I still didn't have anything to say. However, there are some minor circumstances......

In front of us was the same rectangular table, and I sat on the right side of the rectangular table, which was rectangular wide, and she was sitting at the bottom of the rectangular table, which was rectangular long, both facing the center point of the rectangular table. As a result, the angle of sight between me and her was about forty-five degrees of acuteness.

The pants she wore that night were black slim pants, a bit like the cropped ones. This would have been normal, it's just ......

Because she is packaging the product, she has to put the product into the frame after the edge is pressed, so after the box is full of products, she naturally has to bend down slightly to lift the frame down, and then replace it with an empty frame. This is also normal, but what is not normal is why the waistband of her pants is so loose. In fact, the loose waistband of the pants is not a problem, the question is why don't you tie a belt even if you know that the waistband of the pants is loose?

Well, just when she bent down to sort out the frame with her back to me from time to time, the waistband of her pants behind her suddenly slid down hard!

When most people bend over, the back will accidentally reveal a bit of privacy color. Of course, I'm not an ordinary person. So my good Chinese brother's clothes don't just see the light of day. And she is also an extraordinary person, because the degree of exposure has exceeded the scope of a few points.

That fierce slip directly slid out of the light pink "half of the country"! Well, it's not a few points, it's half!

Although light pink is also my favorite color and has an irresistible attraction to me, the light pink she showed at the time gave me only one feeling, well, embarrassment.

Her position was so well in my line of sight that I didn't even know how to angle my gaze to notice the pale pink unless I looked backwards or looked like I was looking at the machine to the right. But isn't it inexplicably wrong to look backwards? And to the right, what can I look at the machine running behind closed doors? And I have to cut off the excess plastic from the product in my hand. Then bow my head and cut it, but even if I bow my head, the afterglow of my eyes will still naturally perceive the presence of light pink. No way, innate, observational is out of my control......

Worst of all, she doesn't seem to realize that the "back half" of her country has fallen visually.

Well, I quietly bowed my head and silently counted the embarrassment in my heart. Well, it is quite speechless for only one person to know the consequences of the truth......

Whew, can't she just put a leash on?

Later, as everyone sat down, she suddenly stopped what she was doing, and scratched her inner thigh with her left hand a few times! It's like a quiet walking person in front of you who suddenly flips over a heel bucket, can your gaze look unnaturally?

However, I never expected that what I saw would be such an indecent action......

Suddenly, my eyes snapped back, and I continued to play with the product in my hand as if I didn't see it. Although I pretended to be calm and quiet, the embarrassment in my heart was extremely complicated!

I noticed that it was only after she had finished scratching that she suddenly realized that her action was indecent, and then she looked carefully in my direction to see if I was looking at her, and at the same time leaned closer under the table. Alas, it's too late, this sister.

There is no way, maybe when people suddenly feel a special itch, their reason is invisible.

After the small situation, I encountered the existence that I felt unhappy with.

When many people pass by our machine, they will have a conversation with the model sister, which is normal. What is not normal is the content of the first paragraph of the exchange.

Well, every time she meets someone talking to her, she will first express something like this: "Oops! I'm too busy! A person has to press so many products! He won't press ......."

Every time he said that to someone, I felt traumatized inside. When she expresses it like this, she clearly tells others that she is so hard and not easy, while I am so useless and procrastinating.

Although the expression on my face was quiet at the time, the devil in my heart already had the urge to curse her in circles.

Forget it, forbearance will always pass.

However, when she handed over the work to the day shift people after work, she also said the same thing to the day shift people. I can also observe that the people in the day shift will keep their eyes on me after listening to the meaning expressed by the model sister. This feeling, well, go home and draw circles and curse her!

By the second night shift, things were noticeably not so bad. Because, almost everyone who listens to her knows what it means. It's enough to say it once, and if you talk too much, sooner or later you will hurt each other. Also, the black slim pants she wore that night finally learned to be tight without slipping......

After going to work, the mahjong brother came over to talk to her about resigning. As a successful silent listener, I just quietly turn on the camera, listen to their chat, and get the factors that might be useful to me.

Big Brother Mahjong said that he asked the cold-faced boss to take the resignation letter, and the cold-faced boss said no. Also, if you resign at the end of November, you won't have the 300 yuan bonus for that month.

The company has posted a notice that because November is particularly busy, if the company's employees do not take a single leave in November, then there will be a bonus of 300 yuan. If you take a leave of absence in November, the 300 dollar prize will not be available.

The model sister seems to have understood these routines, and said domineeringly, how can there be no resignation letter? He must have lied to you! Also, how can there be no 300 yuan bonus? We didn't ask for leave in November, and we did everything well, so why didn't we give us a 300 yuan bonus? Besides, he is not the one who pays the salary, does he have the final say? If we really don't give us a 300 yuan bonus, I will go to the boss to theorize!

Well, the reason why she is so excited is because she is also going to resign, and she also hit the wall of the cold-faced boss.

Come to think of it, it turns out that the cold noodle boss is so unpopular. Alas, I feel a little sorry for him. After all, every position has its own difficulties. As the boss, it is natural to think about the output. If so many old employees are gone at once, and it is not easy to recruit people at the end of the year, then the output will not go up, and it will be difficult for the company to make a profit. In order to keep people as much as possible, he still chose to lie...... Well, it's not easy......

Later, I encountered some problems when I turned on the phone and couldn't solve it.

He happened to pass by, walked over to take a look, and coldly threw out a sentence: "Go away." ”

I was unhappy to give up the place to him, and then he quickly solved the problem, and coldly threw out a sentence: "Such a simple problem will not be solved." ”

Then, he walked away coldly. Looking at his cold back, I was cold in my heart, and threw out a sentence: "It's not pitiful that he is unpopular, after all, this is what he brought on himself." ”

After that night, the product was cleared, and my model sister and I separated again to partner with someone else.

Later, I opened a stand-alone machine, well, the feeling of turning on the machine alone is good! The product is the product that I had to cut more than ten small parts in 20 seconds when I cooperated with Brother Song to start the machine.

One night when I was driving a single machine, she was arranged by the cold noodle boss to work with me to start the machine because the machine she was responsible for was broken and needed to be repaired.

So, my second collaboration with the model sister was born.

This time, she and I were much more natural and talked about some topics.

She asked me curiously, "How many molds can you make in one night?"

I smiled and said, "It's usually above 1700 molds, but tonight I want to break through 1900 molds." ”

She was surprised: "Wow! You're amazing! You're overborn!"

I smiled quietly.

The "mold" mentioned above refers to the modulus of the product. Some products have one mold, some have two, and some have four. I hit exactly two. The output board of the workshop pointed out that the output of the product I hit was 1700 molds. So, as long as I hit the modulus above 1700, it's considered overproduction.

She smiled and said, "The boss just told me over there that your boot speed is quite fast, and you have played 1800 molds for several days in a row, so you are not lazy at all." ”

It turns out that my efforts, the cold noodle boss has seen it.

I smile. Suddenly, I felt that the cold-faced boss was not so annoying to me......

I asked her curiously, "Is there anything that happens when I over-produce?" Actually, I started by playing as much as I could at 1700 or more, just to test my speed and see how much I could do when I was close to going all out.

She said that there is an overproduction award, and every 100 molds is four yuan more.

Oh, yes, at least there's a breakfast money.

She looked at my neatly arranged products in the carton and exclaimed, "Your products are so neat!"

I grinned, "That's art!"

She remembered that I had said "this is art", so she smiled naturally.

I think in her mind, I am already a person with a personality. Because of my art, I am different in the workshop.

She suddenly asked me, "How old are you?"

I smiled and said, "It's not even twenty-four, and it's almost there." ”

She was surprised: "No, you don't look like it, I always thought you were only eighteen or nineteen years old." ”

I laughed, "Really?" This was a sudden and beautiful compliment to me......!

I actually wanted to ask her how old she was, but age is a sensitive topic for women. So, I still didn't ask.

Then she asked me, "What's your name?"

I smiled: "My name is Liu ......" When I was about to say my full name, I suddenly felt that it was a bit strange to tell her like this, so I might as well tell her that my name is Arowana. But I've already given my last name......

So, my response was, "My name is Liu Jinwanyu." ”

She was so surprised that she opened her mouth to look at me: "Four words?"

Oh my God!

It's amazing! "Liu Jin's Arowana" can be my temporary replacement name in the future. Well, not bad, not bad.

I grinned: "No, in fact, my surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Jinlong." The golden dragon in Arowana peanut oil. ”

She smiled: "Golden Dragon!

Forehead...... Seriously, it's the first time I've ever said my name to someone else. Golden Dragon. Well, I said that I never thought that the golden dragon was a golden dragon since I was a child, I only thought that the golden dragon was a golden dragon, after all, it was the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients.

I also smiled and asked her, "And what's your name?"

She was about to speak, then paused again and replied: "You can go and see for yourself after work, there is a production book in the boss." ”

I joked, "I'm afraid I won't recognize it." ”

She replied: "It's not profound, how can you not recognize it?"

I snickered: "I'm afraid that the boss's handwriting is too brilliant and I can't read it." ”

She laughed along.

She's kind of a beautiful woman, and I feel like she's stronger than me. I looked at her wrists that were bigger than mine, probably because I was so thin......

Then I asked her again, "Are you more than 1.7 meters tall? ”

She didn't seem interested in this topic, and replied lightly: "I don't know, I haven't measured it for a long time." ”

I had to nod my head and say "oh oh" twice.

In general, she was very cooperative, and asked me, "How tall are you?" ”

I said in a low-key way, it's just that the insoles are high.

She smiled.

Well, my height is a mystery. I remember that my height was 1.77 meters before graduating from high school, and when I got to the university, my height became 1.76 meters, and then when I went to the hospital to check my body the year before last, I measured my height by the way, and found that it had become 1.78 meters again. Sometimes when others look at me, they think that I am more than 1.8 meters, and the bathroom door of my heart is 1.77 meters high, but I feel that I am not taller than that door. Well, which one should I believe?

Forget it, keep it simple, pay attention to the height of the simpler, anyway, it's more than 1.75 meters.

The protagonist and the protagonist may not get along at first because they don't have any common topics and hobbies, but when they feel familiar, maybe the original unpleasant will also be smooth.

(Continued in next chapter)