"No. 63 picks up the meal" came from the familiar voice of the cafeteria aunt at the pick-up port, looked down at the menu in her hand, No. 46, no, how was it skipped, got up and walked to the pick-up port, it looked like there were only a dozen steps away, but I couldn't walk over, one by one the people who finished taking the meal walked by with the dinner plate, as if they didn't look at her who was stuck in place.

"No. 76"..."No. 77"... Hearing that one number after another was called, he waved his arm anxiously, "Wait! I haven't picked up my food yet."

"What are you shouting so loudly for?" The reply from the pick-up was accompanied by the sound of a lap on the table

"Papapa!!!!"

Suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar roof overhead, sure enough, it was a dream again, the sun had not yet risen, and the faint light filtered into this small room through the window paper, picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow and looked at it, 05:26, "It's early..." "Another violent knock on the door, followed by a slightly angry shout "Xia! Flower! Sleep! You didn't get up!! ”

A little helplessly watched the ash from the roof fall on the quilt, closed his eyes and sighed, and replied, "I'm up, I'm combing my hair, I'm coming soon"

There is no extra time to waste, turn over and get up, roll up the quilt and pile it up in the corner of the bed, pick up the mobile phone plug next to the pillow and turn it to silent, carefully put it into the pocket of the underwear, put on the outer skirt, patted the folds at the corner of the skirt, and pulled the half-length hair at will in front of the bronze mirror.

I washed my face with the remaining half basin of water in the wooden basin last night, wiped it with a cloth towel on the wooden shelf on the side, picked up a small black solar power bank on the side and hung it around my neck, walked to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Several rows of maids in the maid's courtyard had already stood waiting for the chief maid to carry out the day's work assignment, and when they heard the door open, several maids in the back row looked back at this side, and a young maid waved her hand, signaling to stand next to her empty seat.

Before he could take a step, the chief maid in the front row spoke first, "Xia Huamian, you are the last one today, what's the matter with that hair of yours?" It's been so many days since I entered the house, why can't I even pull my hair in a bun, and let Yincui help you pull it again after finishing the work."

The one who was called Yincui was the maid who waved her hand at Huamian, and at this moment she was covering her mouth with the corners of her sleeves and laughing secretly.

After Hua Mian stood beside her, she lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Sister Hua Mian, why is it slow again today, didn't you say yesterday that you won't get up late if you have an alarm clock?" ”

"The alarm clock doesn't count the time the sun rises, who would have thought that Aunt Juan would count it by looking at the sun," Hua Mian replied in a low voice.

"What kind of alarm clock are you talking about... What the hell is it? Yincui also has a bit of childlike curiosity.

Huamian thought about it, and felt that it was better to continue to keep it secret, "The alarm clock is the way to calculate the time in our hometown, but it doesn't seem to be accurate now"

"Your hometown sounds so interesting, but where is it?" Yincui's eyes wandered under her long eyelashes, like the beautiful short cat in the cat café that Huamian frequented.

The influence of Yincui in front of her and the beautiful short cat in her mind overlapped a little, and Hua Mian resisted the urge to stroke the top of the little maid's head, and fell into deep thought in her nostalgia for her hometown.