In the middle of the night, in an abandoned factory, Jiang Wanwan was covering her ears in pain.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"You!"

"You're !!"

"Bang", a fire broke out.

The jade is burned.

In the raging fire, a piece of white marble and an inkstone are still fighting. Since these two had no hands or feet, they could only rely on brute force to hit each other, so for a while, sparks were everywhere.

"It's the same root, so why be in a hurry." A guqin sighed while looking at the bright moon in the sky.

The bronzes seemed to be accustomed to this, watching TV series one after another, and the group of picture scrolls in the Song Dynasty were frightened and hugged each other tightly.

How would you feel if one day, all the antiques in the museum were fine, and they came to your house to eat and drink, and used your place as a confinement center?

Jiang Wanwan felt that she was about to get nervous anyway.

Jiang Wanwan was originally just a small clerk in the museum's souvenir shop. With a monthly salary of more than 2K, she is raising herself and her cat alive, who knows, such a big pie fell from the sky, and she was "very honored" to be psychic!

All of this is to blame for her little fat child. Erfat is a second-hand dealer who sells Buddhist shrines and Buddha statues, and the people in the rivers and lakes call him fat. Erfat once brought her back a handful of sandalwood, saying that it was for the Buddha to use, and blessed her to marry a handsome and rich man as soon as possible. As a result, who knew that the shopkeeper was mistaken, and brought her the rhino horn incense that Er Fat was supposed to sell for a noble lady.

The warm water wets my feet, and the paper-cutting beckons my soul. The rhino does not dare to burn, it has a strange fragrance when burned, and it is stained with the pocket, and people can communicate with ghosts.

Nan no Amitabha, after the light of the light, the evening this eye is opened, and I see a lot of strange things running around the museum.

A big pale hand stretched out from behind the TV, calmly covering the white marble and inkstone that were being beaten with the small glass basin used to make cakes at night.

The two of them were stunned for a moment.

"If anyone is dishonest, I'll just throw it back behind the display case and never think of it." The man's voice was cold and beautiful, like the sound of a six-stringed instrument.

Wanwan burst into tears, stood on her toes and pinched the man's neck, saying, "You're back!" Where have you been?!! ”

The man's handsome face turned red all of a sudden: "Loose, loose, loose, scatter, scatter, let go!" Lao Tzu is a Heshi Bi! Noble status! Is it you, a wild woman of the country...... Oops! ”

Wanwan was as good as a stream, let go of the devil's claws, and kicked him again.

The little black cat rubbed at the man's feet and let out a long "meow".

The next morning, I went to work with two dark circles under my eyes.

Jiang Wanwan has a recent annoyance, which is her work.

She works in the souvenir shop of the city's municipal museum. Her parents are very satisfied with this job, and think that girls should find a quiet job and have a good husband and children in the future.

It's a pity that her parents don't know that in these years, boys looking for a partner not only want girls to be gentle and virtuous in the hall and kitchen, but also hope that girls will bring their own high wages to subsidize the family and take out to provide housing and car.

Wanwan wanted to work hard and counterattack, but after thinking about it for a while, she found that she didn't even have the direction to struggle.

The museum's souvenir shop belongs to a cultural and creative company, and the salaries of the clerks are fixed, and even if they sell more, they will not get a commission.

Evening swiping my mobile phone, watching my college classmates showing off their newly acquired Hermes, I feel that life is really not beautiful at all.

In fact, she was lucky, and ran into Rong Jiao, the guy who called himself He's Bi Yuling. Rong Jia has a house where she can pay her rent from work. Although Rong Mustard is really picky and difficult to do, it does not have the slightest atmosphere of a philistine.

In fact, the eldest brother would only choke her neck and shout: "So many ideas! You won't do it! There is a pi use! What do you want! ——+（）（）*）&（）*……*（）&）*（）！！！ ”

Uh, well, for some reason, Rong Jiao is very fond of swearing when he is angry, and the accent is still the dialect of a remote village in Hubei. Because she once secretly recorded a paragraph and dialed it to an uncle from Wuhan. Later, Wanwan also specially checked, and it turned out that the place where He's Bi was found was in Chushan, which is now Nanzhang County, Xiangyang, Hubei Province.

These are not the main points, the focus is still on the issue of career planning.

However, she thought hard for a morning and found that the so-called financial management must be financially manageable, the so-called husband and children, you must have a husband first, and when it comes to career planning, you first need to have a direction forward. For example, the four Tang monks and apprentices went to the west to learn scriptures after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, and they also have a clear direction!

Wanwan depressedly banged his head against the wall, daring to ask where the road was? Road! No! At! Foot! Under!

"Why are you like this! Be shameless! I told you! One egg per person! The cafeteria aunt snatched the colander and fished a braised egg in the pot for Wanwan.

Wanwan's face was red.

Although they were not employees of the museum, the company specially told the museum at that time that they could also have lunch in the museum's canteen.

Class, class, is the product of the development of social production to a certain stage, that is, the development of production and the underdevelopment of production.

It stands to reason that there is no "class" in New China, under the red flag. But in the eyes of the director of the canteen, people are three, six, nine and so on. When the curator came, he was serving meat dishes. And the average employee comes, impartially. Be polite from the security department, it's all a gangster, and if you're unhappy, it's bad to wait for him in a secluded place outside the museum. And contract workers and Wanwan have nothing to do with the eight poles of the museum's power center......

It's good to give them a steamed bun and order pickles, and they want to eat good food at home.

Although Wanwan's family is not rich and expensive, but her parents grew up with a baby, where did anyone yell at her for an egg?

The little girl's eyes were red at that time.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal." The colleague's sister in the back hurriedly played a round and gently pushed Wanwan.

Forget it, I can only endure it, thinking about it with a pout.

At this moment, the door of the cafeteria was pushed open with a "whirl", and a big beautiful woman in a high-end suit came in.

"Jiang Wanwan, someone is waiting for you at the door." The big beauty said with an unkind face. When I heard the words in the evening, my eyes lit up, and I ran out.

Sure enough, under the plane tree stood a young man dressed like a bear, holding a small pink lunch box in his hand.

"Well, your lunch." Rong Jiao's good-looking face peeked out from inside the heavy winter suit hat. It's so cold that I breathe white when I say a word.