"Aren't you going to continue looking for a job?" Deng Qing looked up at her. Jia Sihan dragged the stool on his place, sat down next to Deng Qing and said, "I'm alone, I don't want to go out to find it." The more he grows up, the more Deng Qing can feel why adults want to be children, for example, he obviously doesn't want to go to work in the morning, but he must go if he chooses this path.

But the child can just roll around, cry and not go to school, and even though they may not necessarily stay at home in the end, they can still choose to escape.

When Deng Qing thinks about this confrontation between body and spirit, the longer she understands that life is like a grinding plate, constantly pushing people forward, day after day, year after year, which path you choose can only go one way to the end.

So she smiled and said to Sihan, "That's good, is it 9 to 5 and weekends?" 23.225.191.240, 23.225.191.240; 0; pc; 5; Deng Qing knows what the mainstream media advocates for young people to look like, so she can hear the shame and anxiety in Sihan's mouth, in the hearts of those who advocate self-struggle, young people who do not choose the big city after graduation are deserters of life.

But there are so many people living on this blue planet, everyone has the right to choose how to live their life, and everyone has their own personal fate, don't Buddhists say the same?

Deng Qing heard Sihan say this, but did not answer. Sihan glanced at Cheng Fan, and the two of them also found that Deng Qing had not mentioned Ning Weiyu in the past two days, and when Deng Shi understood something, he stopped talking, and each picked up his mobile phone and pretended to have news.

After a while, Cheng Fan suddenly spoke: "I think it's so difficult to fall in love, I guess I won't get married in the future." "Sitting in the dormitory, you can't hear the rain outside, only the whirring wind and the shrill chirp that sweeps across the walls.

Looking out from the narrow window of the dormitory, it was a dark night, with no stars or moon, only nothingness.

Just like Deng Qing's heart at this time, empty, the wind whistling through it, there will be a trace of dry pain.

She had experienced this pain when she was a child when she walked through a dark room in the middle of the night to find her grandfather to stop her parents from fighting.

At that time, the bench in the room tripped her, and she didn't feel any pain at all, and all she wanted was to find her grandfather as soon as possible, because the quarrel between her parents was worse than the pain in her body.

The subway after work was crowded with people, and the dampness of the rain wet the shoes and bangs on the forehead.

Deng Qing took out his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo, wanting the Internet to occupy his brain, empty all the emotions in his heart, and not give himself a chance to think nonsense.

It's just that she can't stand it, she really can't stand it, the rain wet her boots, and her body feels heavier, Deng Qing looked at the blurry self reflected in the door glass, and seemed to cry.

When she finally returned to school and bought a fried noodle to the dormitory, Jia Sihan and Cheng Fan were sitting together watching a TV series, and when they saw her come back, the two of them came over at the same time and looked at her with some surprise.

"That's good. Jia Sihan sighed after speaking, glanced at Cheng Fan and said: "You are going to graduate school for graduate school entrance examinations, civil servants for civil service examinations, and internships for internships, only I don't know what to do." "That's how I think, when I am admitted to our civil servants, I will go out to play on holidays from nine to six nights every day, and I will go out to play on holidays.

Cheng Fan was not prepared to stay in Jiangshi from the beginning, and after the course ended a month ago, she began to prepare for the civil service exam, vowing to succeed in going ashore.

"Okay," Jia Sihan replied with some disappointment, and then asked, "How are you working today?"

"Actually, it's fine for both of you to go back. Unlike me, my family is in the town, I can't find a job when I go back, and I don't want to take the civil service or teacher exams, so I can only stay here and live alone. Deng Qing told the truth, when she listened to Yang Meng's training today, she was thinking that if her family was like Sihan and Cheng Fan, she might also choose to go back, of course, her parents didn't want her to go back.

"Yes, Sihan, it's still a bit expensive to rent a house outside. Cheng Fan echoed.

"Oh, the two of us are chasing the previous drama, "The Sun of the Lord", have you watched it?" Cheng Fan couldn't help but swallow when he saw Deng Qing take out the bowl of fried noodles that was still steaming from the rain-soaked plastic bag.

Deng Qing took the hand warmer and put it on his lap, and the heat of the hand warmer was transmitted to her body through the heavy clothes, giving her great warmth.

She didn't want to make any movements, she just wanted to sit with this hand warmer all the time, and she didn't even have to eat. But the clammy boots and the cold from the soles of her feet forced her to move, and she reluctantly put the hand warmer on the table and began to take off her shoes.

"Okay," Jia Sihan replied with some disappointment, and then asked, "How are you working today?"

"Oh, yes. Isn't that boss of yours also a tall and handsome president? Have you seen him today?" Jia Sihan's mind jumped fast, and Deng Qing's mind reacted to Wen Yang's photo of him wearing glasses, but the answer was a few seconds slower.

"It's nice for me to give myself a gift, and not all girls who are in a relationship receive a gift every birthday. ”

"Okay," Jia Sihan replied with some disappointment, and then asked, "How are you working today?" The more he grew up, the more Deng Qing could feel why adults wanted to be children, for example, he didn't want to go to work in the morning, but he had to go if he chose this path.

But the child can just roll around, cry and not go to school, and even though they may not necessarily stay at home in the end, they can still choose to escape.

When Deng Qing thinks about this confrontation between body and spirit, the longer she understands that life is like a grinding plate, constantly pushing people forward, day after day, year after year, which path you choose can only go one way to the end.

"Aren't you going to continue looking for a job?" Deng Qing looked up at her. Deng Qing thought that he couldn't cry in front of them, it was too embarrassing.

So she frowned, pretending to be casual, as she usually didn't speak, suppressing the emotions that were about to pour out of her throat, and said like a robot: "I broke up." Deng Qing knows what the mainstream media advocates for young people to look like, so she can hear the shame and anxiety in Sihan's mouth, in the hearts of those who advocate self-struggle, young people who do not choose the big city after graduation are deserters from life.

But there are so many people living on this blue planet, everyone has the right to choose how to live their life, and everyone has their own personal fate, don't Buddhists say the same?

Sihan nodded, being recognized by others, instead of a long preaching, she happily continued: "The traffic situation in Jiangshi is so bad, just talking about our school, we have been digging and repairing, and it is a mud idea to go out and come back." And if I fall in love, I may stay here, and I will buy a house here in the future, but I haven't taken off the single so far, so it's better to go back. Yang Meng was really tolerant of her, and she didn't blame her too much when she saw that she was tired, and invited her to drink coffee to refresh herself.

Deng Qing was embarrassed to refuse Yang Meng, she wanted to doze off during her work, and asked people to drink coffee, which was not reasonable.

So she went to the pantry and made a cup of instant coffee, and just smelling the coffee, she was already much more sober.

Jia Sihan dragged the stool on his place, sat down next to Deng Qing and said, "I'm alone, I don't want to go out to find it." ”