Fang Chuchu didn't even have the strength to cry

On the first day of work, I was judged by a group of middle-aged women with heavy makeup; The first time I performed a task, I would turn over the leader's tea; The new high heels I bought yesterday ended my life ahead of schedule today, and at the moment when the heel broke, I twisted it to my ankle fiercely; The moment I opened the takeaway, my stomach turned over in an instant. The owner had been reminded not to put chives, but a dense layer of small green tubes appeared on the chili oil, and it exuded a disgusting taste.

In a hurry, Fang Chuchu poured this beef noodle that was supposed to treat himself into the toilet, and then pressed the flush button, and the noodles, beef, chili oil, and green short tube turned into the black hole together.

Retched - wanted to throw up, never eat beef noodles again. Fang Chuchu firmly believed.

"Chu Chu! Why don't you call? Are you still adjusting to your first day at work? Fang Chuchu got up from the bed and sat in front of the computer. A few minutes later, just as I was about to write a 5,000-word work report, my mother's call came. "Mom, I'm so busy." She responded numbly to her mother.

"What are you busy with, you just went to work today, do you use this excuse to prevaricate me? I just want to talk to you, isn't that okay? "Mother is still like that, she never empathizes.

"I want to talk to someone to get married!" Fang Chuchu spoke without waves, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few seconds, and Fang Chuchu knew that it was the calm of the storm. Sure enough, immediately, the mother's scolding exploded on the other side of the phone and spread to Fang Chuchu's ears. "What are you talking about? Are you still a daughter? You...... Are you talking? ”

"Mom, I'll hang up first, and we'll talk next time." Fang Chuchu hung up the phone, and suddenly felt relaxed, and the air was extremely quiet. Fang Chuchu glanced back at the small house that was less than ten square meters full, and finally his eyes stayed on the calendar on the bedside. Fang Chuchu is short-sighted, she can't see what day it is, but she clearly knows that it has been twelve years since her parents divorced.

Fang Chuchu turned around, she forced herself to think of nothing, she forced herself to type out lines of blurred words on the keyboard.

"Beep beep" a new message that causes the phone to make a restless sound and an uneasy vibration. Fang Chuchu didn't plan to read the new information, but obviously her thinking had been disrupted by the "new information", she just took the mobile phone and threw it on the bed angrily, smashed the broken mobile phone against the wall, and the mobile phone case had been knocked away. However, in the next second, Fang Chuchu immediately picked up the phone case, threw himself on the bed and tried to open the phone. It's just that when the phone flew out, the corner of the eye seemed to catch a glimpse of the word "Dad" on the phone screen. But when Fang Chuchu hurriedly put on the phone case and hurriedly opened the phone, the phone was always the same "black face" to her - the phone was broken. Fang Chuchu was stunned for a few seconds, pretended to be calm, got up, and returned to the computer to type. The brain was booming, and there was still no idea, but Fang Chuchu was still typing, but the words were getting more and more blurry, and they were becoming more and more unclear. In a room of less than ten square meters, it was so quiet that only the sound of keystrokes was the sound of hands and tears tapping at the same time.

"Cowardly, ignorant, stupid, hypocritical, ignorant, good cryer, unproductive, ruined, neurotic, mentally ......" When Fang Chuchu finally squeezed out the liquid in her eyes and found that it was useless tears, she did not stop typing, but said a series of cursed words from her mouth a little nervously. The more she scolded, the more she scolded, the more uncontrollable she became, but the movements in her hands did not stop for a moment. Gradually, the sound of keystrokes in the room was overshadowed by swearing. Then, the scolding was covered by crying. Because in the end, Fang Chuchu had no words to scold, only crying.

At first, I was very reserved in crying, but slowly, I became hysterical and cried loudly. At this time, Fang Chuchu stopped typing, and she left the computer - there were too many tears, she was afraid of wetting the computer, and the computer also "blacked screen" on her.

"Three watches in the middle of the night, what is the noise, don't sleep!" The next room must have been a grumpy strong man, he slapped against the wall at the head of Fang Chuchu's bed, and the calendar on the wall shook violently from the violent vibration. Fang Chuchu had a feeling that the wall was about to fall, so he hurriedly silenced, wiped away his tears, and crawled back to the computer to continue typing.

However, when she clearly saw the words she had just typed, she burst into tears and laughed.

"Fang Chuchu, are you a straw bag, cheap women are cheap, they have rags in their eyes and cannonballs on their mouths, you don't care what they say, go up and smoke them, don't you just have itchy mouths. And high heels are just that, you are too unproductive and too sloppy, you should copy your 'flats' to kill that black-hearted shop now, turn all his high heels into 'flats', and then photograph the shopkeeper who is full of running trains. The most annoying thing is, that bowl of beef noodles, you might as well pull it all to the shopkeeper's head when you pump it into the toilet, are you deaf? Persuade him to go to the doctor as soon as possible and ask him not to thank him by the way, grabbing and throwing the chives on his head as a thank you gift, doesn't he like beef noodles mixed with chives......"

Smiling and smiling, Fang Chuchu also knew that she was finished-because she didn't write a word of the 5,000-word work report. However, accepting this cruel fact made Fang Chuchu's mind clear. She slowly plugged in her phone, then took a picture of her own neurological typing on the computer, and then deleted it word by word on the computer. After washing his face and drinking a glass of water, Fang Chuchu began to work. At four o'clock in the morning, the smelly and long work report was finally written, Fang Chuchu took the phone in prostration, and tried to turn it on. But immediately, Fang Chuchu fell asleep, and before she could glance at the caller ID of the five fathers on her mobile phone, one text message from her father and two text messages from her mother. However, when the alarm wakes her up three hours later, she will be able to see it, and then she will be so happy that she will forget all the unpleasantness of yesterday, and will even be happy all day, even if something worse will happen.

Isn't life like this, there are happy and unhappy, and the unhappy account for the majority, but the power of happiness will always defeat the unhappy. Fang Chuchu believes that this is the law and has always believed in it.

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Fang Chuchu is a post-90s generation, in this era, the post-90s generation does not have the stability of the post-60s, the industriousness of the post-70s, the struggle of the post-80s, and even the wealth of the post-00s. However, they are post-90s, some of them have the courage to break through, some to shed blood, some to shed tears, and some have time to live in "mourning". They were on the way to Bensan, and they were also on the way to "mourn", and Fang Chuchu was on the way, having a lot of fun.