There was a new bench in the locker room, right in front of the full-length mirror, and I sat on the bench waiting for my colleagues to get off work, and I had never faced myself for so long.

The curly hair was whole last month, bidding farewell to the previous image of short hair, I feel pretty good, just a young man's white head, a slight vicissitudes of life.

The face was as thin as ever, and it didn't seem to have any moisture. It's a bit of a little bucktooth, which was caused by stumbling on the bedside table when I was a child, but it wasn't the standard appearance my parents gave me. The sharp-beaked monkey with its gills seems to be a monkey.

More than 600 degree glasses cover my dark circles, and I'm thinking about changing my contact lenses to really see how thick and big the dark circles are.

The weather was cold, and he was wearing a thick cotton coat over his uniform, and because he was wearing gloves on his hands, he couldn't play with his mobile phone, so he plugged in his headphones and listened to music. It's an adapted song "Little Bird", I want to fly but can't fly high, so I sang along.

It seems that I have written about benches before, and let me look for them.

On March 9, 17, he brushed his face and got off work at 10 p.m., and the dishwasher uncle was lying on the bench in the locker room.

It suddenly occurred to me that an IBM desk-like bench less than two meters long and less than half a meter wide seemed to have a lot of memories for me: changing shoes, resting, waiting for dinner, waiting for people, and of course I had also laid down on the bench.

But the difference is that my uncle may be waiting for supper, while I am waiting for breakfast. And now I'm sitting and waiting for supper. It's time, it's time to pad it.

?? How wonderful.

"Xiqi Second Son" I am in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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