It is said to be a warehouse keeper's job, but in fact, it is not much different from that of a porter. The main difference is that the porter can go to the warehouse, while the warehouse keeper is mainly responsible for the management of the materials he is responsible for, manual account filling and form making, etc. There were six people in the warehouse plus me, and one of them looked to be about thirty years old. Black and vertical hair, oblique and heroic sword eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outlines, slender and tall but not rough figure, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but full of grandeur, alone and independent exudes the strength of the world. He is our steward. Later, there were too many types of materials in the warehouse, and it was difficult to find manual accounts, etc., so we also installed computers in the warehouse, and recruited a girl to be mainly responsible for the production of computer materials.

The girl is good-looking. Her cheeks are plump, her nose is straight, her big black eyes are charming and moving, and her ears are pierced with small holes, probably ready to wear earrings. She floated in front of my eyes like a gentle cloud, and her beautiful smile was rippling with spring. In her big and bright eyes, the orange suit is naturally open, showing a red and white velvet coat, and lake blue tight trousers, which set off her slender legs, which are both chic and beautiful. The first time I saw her, we looked at each other and I saw her shyness. He lowered his head, his face turned red, and even the roots of his ears were red. She bites her lower lip with her teeth and sometimes her upper lip.

"My surname is Xia, just call me Xiao Xia, I'm very happy to meet you, please give me more advice on work in the future."

The hot summer brought me a desire for coolness, and Xiao Xia gave me a cool away from the boredom. Her gentle, virtuous, quiet face showed a rosette flush, and her quiet, soft eyes seemed to tell a stable and peaceful life forever. She is one of the most feminine. I looked at her earnestly and carefully. She is covered in red, under the slender jade neck, a piece of crisp breasts like clotted white jade, half-covered and half-hidden, a bundle of plain waist, even a pair of long and watery and well-proportioned legs are exposed, and even the beautiful lotus feet are silently enchanting, sending out a seductive invitation. Her outfit is undoubtedly extremely glamorous, but this glamorous Ye seems to be much inferior to her demeanor. Her big eyes are smiling and charming, the water covers the mist, the charm is rippling, the corners of her small mouth are slightly upturned, her red lips are slightly open, she wants to attract people's eyes, a kiss Fengze, this is a woman who exudes charm from her bones, she seems to be seducing me all the time, pulling every nerve of mine. That day, she wore a white tight shirt and sat in the office in a daze with her chin in her hands. The full nipples on the chest put a gap between the two buttons in front of the shirt, and through the gap, you can see the looming ** and the lace lace of the white bra; The black tight narrow skirt is the kind of mercerized fabric, the flesh-colored pantyhose set off the slender legs, and the white sandals are simple and strapped, tying the white tender fleshy little feet.

In my later work, I was always looking for opportunities to chat and get in touch with her.

"After work in the evening, we walked around the company park together, okay?" I said tentatively.

"Yes." I didn't expect her to agree so readily.

On summer evenings, we take a walk together in the company's garden. We talked and laughed as we walked. The evening breeze blows, and the calm surface of the lake resembles a large mirror, which reflects the pavilions and weeping willows on the shore. A round of garden moon, lying quietly on the surface of the lake. The critters here are putting on a concert: frogs beat their drums; The marriage is playing the piano in a low voice; From time to time, there was a sound song in the grass by the roadside, which was the "Summer Nocturne" played by the weaver girl. Suddenly, a commotion broke the silence. I looked back at it. It turned out that groups of children were playing, under the street lamp lighting they were happily playing games, playing eagles and chickens for a while, playing hide and seek for a while, they laughed happily, and some children were lying on the lawn counting the stars, playing and playing they were tired of playing and went home to rest. It was as if this place and the beauty were deliberately left to me and her......