I try not to write the story too hard, but life is not meant to be explained word by word.

I remember that as the saying goes: it takes three years for a person to learn well, and it only takes three days to learn badly.

But how can a bad outrageous person learn well?

My answer is seven friends, seven friends whose names I can't name.

One by one, they walked ahead of me and fell into the abyss for me.

Only then did I know that I was lost and knew how to cherish what was in front of me.

If it weren't for those seven friends, I might be a complete villain right now.

。。。

Xiaobai, the fourth, and the dead brother are three people.

The above three I would like to call them Fu Lu Shou.

The blessing is the fourth child who has relatives to help him, but he doesn't know if it will be a blessing or a curse after he goes back.

Lu was a very rich little white back then, but because of gambling, he doesn't know where he is now.

Shou is a well-known dead brother, but he doesn't know how long he can live in his life.

Of course, I hope they can have a good home by now.

I was going to put me last to say, but because of some variables.

It all seemed to be ahead of schedule, and with it three more people.

I'm going to talk about it together, mostly me, of course.

So this was supposed to be the last one of Seven Friends.

I also had three other colleagues in advance.

Their stories are very distinctive, but now we can only talk about them symbolically.

After graduating from university, I went to work at the airport.

The airport is a very tall place, and of course it just sounds lofty.

My job at the airport is called flight crew, which I understand as flight support.

Here are some common senses, of course, which I only learned at the airport.

The airport is self-contained, like a large land.

In my eyes, the airport is more like a bus stop sign. And the plane is like a bus passing through the station.

Airplanes belong to airlines, and the captains and stewardesses you know belong to airlines.

Airport employees are like staff at the stop signs, although there are no staff at the bus stops.

As the name suggests, flight support is a flight to the airport. There's a lot of stuff going on for the people at the airport to do next.

The existing cleaning team went up to clean up, and the flight crew went up to change the meals and supplies. At the same time, the oil depot is replenished with jet fuel. Within the arrival time, the guests who are about to fly will catch the plane. Take off to the next next airport before the allotted time is reached.

My job is to provide meals and supplies.

We provide everything you can take with you on the plane.

Food, drink, and use.

Newspapers, magazines, vomit bags.

Cutlery, blankets, small pillows.

Of course, it seems that we supply not only the items of tourists, but also the captains and stewardesses.

I don't know if it's a rumor, but I heard that airports in foreign countries and the capital will even supply sanitary napkins for flight attendants.

I've been a flight attendant at the airport for three years, and I'm going to talk about the three people I'm going to talk about.

It's my three colleagues, I call them Ah Fu, Ah Fei, and Ah Liang.

Ah Fei is a good person. His goodness can be reflected in his life and lifestyle, because he has been issued countless good person cards. If you describe Ah Fei, there is really such a person in history who can learn from it. It's called Zhang Fei, to Zhang Fei in the Three Kingdoms.

I don't know how many people still remember Zhang Fei's description, and everyone is probably impressed by his dark skin.

Whenever someone wants to see Ah Fei's appearance, we will open Baidu and hit it in the box first, and then press search. Then he pulled a picture casually and pointed to it and said that this was Ah Fei.

Ah Fei used to be the secretary of our leader, and then our captain resigned and became our captain.

The captain of the crew is mainly responsible for reporting flight movements. Every time we got off the plane, Ah Fei was responsible for sending us to hand us over.

The deepest time I remember Ah Fei was the first time I fell to the ground from the carriage. It was 4:50 a.m., and at 5:10 he drove to pick me up. Took me to the hospital, thankfully I was only slightly injured.

This story may be very bland by what I say, but it would definitely look good if it could be written in an open and independent article.

When I started writing stories, I often asked Ah Fei. Because Ah Fei is an old bookworm, but he always laughs and says that he doesn't understand what I write, and it's not cool and not long. There are no routines and no decent pig's feet, and it is impossible to make money by earning a little more fans. Then I was right, but I didn't change it.

Ah Liang is not kind at all. It's a little bad, but it's not really bad. I always think he's the one who knows more about us, because he knows almost everything. What I like the most is his arithmetic, where he can tell you the results almost as soon as you say it. Ah Liang's story could have been written, but he never told it. Probably because he often failed, because he came before he became a pilot. He owns a restaurant in Guangzhou, and of course he's probably the most down-and-out owner I've ever met.

He often mentioned to us that every day when he didn't want to eat instant noodles at work, he would go to a Subway restaurant and buy a 12-inch sandwich. After halving, I divide it into thirds and eat this for three meals a day. After it gets cold, it heats up in the microwave oven, and it only costs more than 20 yuan for two days.

He occasionally talked about the people and things he met in the restaurant, but never in detail. In the meantime it was a failed experience, we wouldn't have asked.

But even if he only talks about the corners, he has already put together a good story for me.

As for Ah Fu, he came later, and he was a little older than us. But Ah Fu looks very young, and when I began to persuade Ah Fu to work hard like an old man teaching a newcomer. Later, when I learned that Ah Fu was seven years older than me, I was also very shocked. There are relatively few stories of Ah Fu, but the ones that can be taken out are classics. It's a pity that I'll talk about it here first, and I'll talk about it in detail if I have a chance in the future.

These three people became my friends, colleagues, and roommates.

The four of us were lucky to have our birthdays together.

At this point, "Light, Short, Scattered" began to have its own rhythm, and began to stabilize after moving into a new home.

I'm also thankful to have three colleagues who take care of me and allow me to focus almost all of my energy on writing.

I'm going to tell you my story.

Three years ago, I first joined the airport.

The work here is a day off and a day off.

What sounds better is always better than it looks.

I work almost sixteen to twenty-four hours a day.

I wake up at 4:30 a.m. every day and can leave work as early as 5 p.m.

It will be five o'clock tomorrow a.m. at the latest.

Twenty-four hours of work, almost all the time it happens to us.

Work one day and rest one day, but the rest time is indeed used to rest.

Because you need to sleep, at least twice for seven hours of sleep.

You'll probably have 10 to 14 hours left to really rest.

In the beginning, I really didn't get tired at all.

Because you think every day that after today's work is done, tomorrow is rest.

In fact, the coolest part of the day is a few hours before the end of work, because you can really relax. Knowing that tomorrow's day will have nothing to do with you is similar to a Friday afternoon at school. Looking forward to a beautiful weekend, if you ask me when I'm most uncomfortable.

You might think it's an afternoon or an evening, no.

I would say that the hardest part is the moment when I just wake up on the day off.

Resting today means waking up at 4:30 a.m. tomorrow, and it means tensing your nerves for whatever follows.

One day of work and one day off, what I brought with me was almost carefree on the day of rest. Play whatever I want without any scruples, and look yes for half a year I'm almost addicted to online games.

Xiaobai took me out of the video arcade, and Dead Brother told me that the handheld and console were bound to be eliminated from the world.

And now the thing that allows everyone to continue to develop mental dependence is called online games.

It's more convenient and faster.

Just remember your username and password and spend a moment on your computer waiting for the client to download and update.

After that, it doesn't matter if you play alone or a group of people open the black.

You can always enjoy continuing to play the hottest game of the day.

Until it starts to get less fun, and that's what I do every day.

I don't know how many games there are in the world, and I can't remember how much time I've wasted on them.

Until one day, bored, I found her in this world.

A girl, a very cute girl.

Of course, she also plays games, but she has a lot of things in her bones that are different from us.

She loved literature, the kind of literature that was pure in the true sense of the word.

I could often see her talking about a famous book she had seen all night, and even picking up her own pen to write down thousands of words for it.

It reminds me of my old days, where I also wrote stories when I seemed to be confused.

Some stories that I thought were good, and I hooked up with her.

With my story, everyone should remember "I'm Not Bad". It was my first story, and the first story I told her.

We made a pact that I would tell her a bedtime story every day before bed.

I said it one after another, and it went on for a whole month.

Yes, this is the predecessor of "Light, Short, Scattered" that you see now.

That day, I finished my last story. I was going to confess to her, but I didn't expect her to accept it so gladly.

She asked me why I told her these stories. When I couldn't find it on the Internet, I said it was because these were my own stories.

She said to me at the time, "Why don't you try to post these stories online for people to see?"

I had a quiet night that day, and I thought a lot.

The happiest thing is not that I have a girlfriend, but what my girlfriend told me.

Why don't you let everyone see it too?

I sat in front of the computer and thought about it for a long time.

I tried to type in my pen name, but I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what I should call it.

The words "come on" came to my eye.

yes, come on. Why does everyone like my work?

Come on. Why do you have to share what you write?

I just hit "come on" and pressed OK, and I'm thinking about why I pressed OK so decisively.

Come on, it's my pen name.

And I was stuck in thought together.

What the hell am I writing about?

Fairy tales? It's really a fairy tale.

Sci-fi? It does have a lot of sci-fi frameworks.

It's really short, unlike today's online articles, which range from millions to tens of millions.

Prose? It's really messy and scary, and there's all kinds of it. And I want to keep repeating the genre, but what is it?

I later found a word called light.

What I wrote is indeed light enough to be easily read.

I write light, I write short stories, and I write prose that I don't understand.

Light, short, scattered...

That's all I wrote.

I started creating for it, starting to update one story after another.

Of course, I gave up a lot in order to write this beautiful story.

Do you remember my work and take it off?

I remember the time when I bought a bottle of liquor and a bottle of Red Bull every day after work.

Drink Red Bull first and finish what you want to say and write.

In and liquor, so that you can get a good night's sleep.

I went on like this for half a year, and I paid a lot for it.

My third year on the job, and the year I write.

Airport expansion. In order to become an international airport, the original runway of 1,500 meters was doubled.

The three-kilometre runway is suitable for any type of aircraft on the market.

Expansion means a lot and the airport has to cut back on expenses.

The ground needs to be redesigned to open up more territory and leave enough ground for the runway and the new airport.

I've been to some of the larger airports, and I feel like I have to walk at least ten minutes from the moment I get off the plane.

And the airport we are about to expand is also going towards this goal.

The place where the airport runway is going to be expanded is our dormitory.

The airport's own things, dismantling this is not distressing.

I had to move from my dorm to somewhere else, but for someone like me who didn't know anything after graduating from college.

You can imagine how hard it was to move, so I got to know all three.

Three of us plus me, four people formed a whole floor in a small village near the airport.

Four rooms, one hall and two toilets.

That's the environment in which I lived, and I'm here to write most of the stories that you're seeing now.

Recently, though, I left the lockdown and oppressive airport for love.

Returned to the city and gave up the job at the airport.

The story of "Light, Short, Scattered" is coming to an end, and I will explain one thing to you at this moment when "Light, Short, Scattered" has reached 630,000 words.

It may be coming to an end, and I'll reopen a new book.

The new book will explain some of the unfinished stalks from the old books from the side stories.

The new book will also change some of my bad writing habits, such as giving up the first-person way of writing and moving to the third person.

and change the long-criticized way of dividing the front, middle and back, two, three, four, and five.

Include adding some writing, so that your story will not be opened, but simply bring it to tell the story with your brain.

I hope I can improve, and I hope everyone will like my changes.

Maybe sixty-three is the number I can't escape, and I'm announcing that it's coming to an end at 630,000 words.

And I will wrap it up at the sixty-third story of "Light, Short, Scattered".

New story, new writing, new structure, new features.