There is a fragrant smell called talcum powder. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It is said that before the arrival of the Cambodian New Year, the locals love to play with people. For example, blow up a small balloon and suddenly slap it on your ear while you are unaware of your relaxation, pour a glass of cold water sneakily behind you and pour it on your head, pour a hand of talcum powder and unexpectedly spill it on your body or rub it on your face......

The most important point is that it is a way for the locals to celebrate a happy new year, and the person being played with must not get angry and swear. This is something to be taken very seriously.

Because of this, coupled with my own personality, there is a scene on that day......

That morning, when I went to discuss with the master in the board room how to solve the sample problem, my whole attention was on the content of the conversation, and I was unprepared for everything around me. Plus, I never thought anyone would play with me. After all, I'm not from that realm.

However, happiness knows no kingdom.

A "hand of genius" suddenly appeared and gave me a face of baby talcum powder, and I didn't forget to gently touch it a few more times.

At that moment, I knew I had "won" the lottery......

I smiled motionlessly and let that hand touch and touch. Okay, when that hand was let go, oh, it turned out to be the female leader of the board house. Alas, auntie touched me, it's fine.

Well, ignore her and continue to talk about work.

In less than half a minute, two more hands suddenly touched my face, and the taste of talcum powder was very fragrant, fragrant to a little pungent.

Okay, when those two hands are done, I'll see who touched me. Oh, the tallest and best girl in our board room. Well, it's still acceptable for me to touch the paper.

Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, wash your face and go to ......

The other colleagues laughed when they saw me. Actually, I want to laugh too. So, take a photo as a souvenir......

With a beginning, there will naturally be a continuation.

When I went to the factory, the sister paper in the factory laughed when she saw the residual talcum powder on my face, and they all understood that I could be played.

Therefore, a more daring aunt poured a hand of talcum powder in front of me, and she must wipe my face, and if she doesn't wipe it, she won't help me. Well, the plot can be imagined. I felt the memories of the baby again......

Whew, it feels pretty good. I think they dared to tease me like this because they thought I was an approachable person. Changed to a person who was so serious that he didn't smile all day long, would they dare to be funny like this?

Well, things can always be thought of beautifully. And in fact, it's really beautiful.

Later, a master told me that which girl smeared talcum powder on your face means that the girl likes you.

When I think of this, I smile slightly, no girl will like the real me......

When his face was touched, he was touched, and he was treated as a child again.

Time goes on.

Past, present. Okay, or is it broken?

The past, the ignorant past, has a beginning.

Now, a little understanding of the present, is still continuing.

What kind of beginning is the beginning, and what kind of continuation is the continuation, sometimes I don't even think about it......

One of the problems with the phone that I find annoying is that the phone is running out of memory very quickly. I used to buy a new mobile phone to take pictures on a small trip, but I didn't go a few times, and the memory of the mobile phone was full. I have a scenery but I can't shoot it, and my mood is very depressing......

So, I started to stop saving any photos.

Every time I go on a trip and take a photo that is uploaded to the space album, I will only pick one or two of the better ones and leave them on my phone, and delete the others. In order to allow my phone to take pictures normally during small trips, I embarked on this path.

At first, I felt that I was very smart and satisfied my mood for taking pictures. And so, after a few years, I realized that I had changed.

I went on a small trip to take pictures as if it was just to complete a task, and I had forgotten what it meant to go with the flow. When the photos in my phone were uploaded to the space album, I didn't look at them, so I deleted the photos taken on my phone, and I didn't want to reminisce about the mood of the trip.

And what about the photos that I uploaded to the space album? Yes, almost all of them were forgotten in the past, and I didn't even look at them much. So, what am I doing with those pictures? It's hilarious......

At that time, I only had a few photos on my phone, and if I wanted to find the good memories of the past, I had to go online to the space album to see them.

When I went to look through the photo album at random, I felt that the sky I photographed at that time was so beautiful, and I didn't seem to have seen such a beautiful sky for a long time. At that moment, I realized that I had lost so much ......

Am I getting more and more machined?

Looking at my selfies from years ago, I felt so ugly! But I felt so handsome at that time. Is it because I've always lived in my own world and can't see my own world clearly?

Looking at my selfies in the past year or two, I felt very good-looking, which made me feel so ugly when I looked at myself in the mirror at that time. Am I getting uglier or handsome?

Am I getting better or worse?

The answer is always relative.

"Do you wish it was for the better, or for the worse?"

"Of course it's getting better!"

"Then it's for the better. ”

The questions you ask yourself are best answered by your own heart.

There is no why, the director has the final say.

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