The mood of getting off work

The moment Wang Yan got on the shuttle bus, she felt the fact that she was alive.

In the afternoon, as soon as they finished washing the lunch boxes, the technician of the team came to the station and told them that they needed to take inventory of the warehouse in the afternoon, and they needed one person to cooperate with the recording of the quantity.

Wang Yan was elected with the advantage of being a "scholar", put on a hat and a mask and followed the post-80s technicians to the inventory.

Questions about the age of the technician. Qian Yu and Dong Jun once made a bet.

Qian Yu said that his age should be about 70 years.

Dong Jun said that he should be about the same age as the squad leader, about 75 years. The reason is that they look about the same age.

The two of them did not give in to each other, and after finding several people to confirm it, they both lost. The technician is a post-80s generation who graduated from the University of Petroleum in 2007 and was assigned to work here.

Less whiteheads and wrinkles on the face are difficult to associate with the post-80s. Hua Hua once teased how young Uncle Ben Si can be.

The number of records, indeed, is the number of records. When Wang Yan listened to the work that the technician needed her to cooperate with, she understood that recording twice was different from what she imagined.

First of all, the question she had to face was, how to climb into the bag? Wang Yan worked hard to climb, and it seemed that the height of about 1.5 meters was a high mountain for her. Wang Yan's difficulties awakened pity in the leader's heart, and the technician used the material tray to make it easy for her to go up. After going up, Wang Yan found that the position where he was standing was the first floor, and there were two floors not far away. The technician also climbed up, and he nimbly climbed up to the second floor. The counting process has officially begun.

The goal is big, and it should be a good number. The irregular stacking of each row and column invisibly increases the difficulty of the work, in order to check the number, you must walk on it, Wang Yan cautiously advanced, peeked at the ground, a little dizzy, looked at the white bag under his feet, and his eyes were a little flowery.

The next thing to do is to count the empty bags. Count the pallets. Throughout the afternoon, Wang Yan became inseparable from mathematics, although it was only necessary to apply the mathematics knowledge of primary school, and the freshness disappeared in the dust and dirty air. The definition of an industrial enterprise, she finally understood.

Sister Pan personally took her out of the warehouse, and when she returned to the monitoring room, she told her that she could change her clothes now and that the work had been handed over. She saw Dong Jun, Qian Yu and Hua Hua standing together and chatting. Understand that time flows so quickly to this moment at the end of the day. Pack up as fast as you can and follow your colleagues on the bus.

Hua Hua said to Wang Yan: "Little Swallow is still an acute child. ”

Wang Yan didn't answer, and her mind stayed on the question of life.

Pershing said to the flowers, "She's here." Warehouse for an afternoon, you should understand her. ”

"Ahh Did you just tell me? After finishing speaking, Wang Yan looked at Hua Hua and Pershing with a blank face.

Hua Hua ignored Wang Yan, opened her bag, and found her phone. Pershing smiled at Wang Yan. Wang Yan looked at the performance of the two of them towards herself, and she was a little inexplicable in her heart. When I thought that today's work was finally over, the next time was only the word happy.

After getting off the shuttle, Wang Yan ran all the way, passing by the market at the entrance of the community, and she found her mother picking mangoes next to the stall. She likes to eat mangoes the most, and her mother must have bought them for her, and she trotted all the way towards her mother, and when she was about to approach her mother, a person suddenly inserted between her and her mother, and she could be distinguished from the way she was dressed, she was a middle-aged woman.

"Boss, the peaches you sell are rotten, let's get cheaper." The man pinched the peaches with his hands. The skin of a peach is broken under the force of the fingers, which is no different from a rotten peach. After seeing off a customer, the boss saw the peaches in the woman's hand and sold them to her at a discount. The woman also deliberately picked up several large fresh peaches, and kept saying good things about the boss. The boss happily completed the business.

Wang Yan felt that the woman's voice was familiar, and when she saw the person's face, she recognized it at a glance that this person was Yu Mei, Su Peng's mother.

At the same time, Wang Yan recognized Mei, and at the same time, Yu Mei also saw Wang Yan coming over, wrapping the peach she had just bought in a cloth bag. Yu Mei said to Wang Yan: "Yan girl, just came back." ”

"Aunt Yu is good." Wang Yan greeted Yu Mei, showing sincerity and politeness as much as possible, in order to leave a good impression on Yu Mei's heart.

Yan Yan, who had already settled the account, stared at Yu Mei for a while. Yu Mei looked at Yan Yan's face that had not changed much for several years, and the displeasure in her heart deepened, and she said to Yan Yan; "Yan Yan, I haven't seen you for many years, my eyes are broken."

Yan Yan said to Mei: "Sister Yu, I remember that you are 4 years younger than me. I haven't seen it for many years, and the appearance of that year is just the outline, and I really don't need to recognize it. I'm so sorry. ”

"Where my little princess is, I am there, the little princess is all I have, whoever wants to bully my little princess, I will fight with whomever I want." Yan Yan raised her fist as she spoke.

Yu Mei said to Yan Yan: "You really love the child. ”

Yan Yan looked at Yu Mei with a curious expression and said, "The child you gave birth to, don't you hurt." ”

Yu Mei saw Wang Yan who had just approached them, and saw Yan Yan's expression looking at Wang Yan, awakening the motherhood in her body, and she said to Yan Yan: "Of course it hurts, my son is my baby." I'm going to go back and cook without disturbing the communication between your mother and daughter. ”

"Aunt Yu, go slowly." Wang Yan shouted at Yu Mei's back.

Yan Yan looked at her daughter, tidied up her messy sideburns, and said to her daughter, "My little princess is off work." ”

Wang Yan replied, "Yes, it's time to get off work." ”

Yan Yan continued to ask: "The first formal job, are you tired, are you happy at work, how do you get along with colleagues?" ”

Wang Yan replied: "I took the shuttle bus, and I ran away when I was tired." After seeing my mother, I was left with happiness. What fruits and vegetables do moms need to buy? I had the strength to help my mother carry her bag. ”

"Mom bought it, your favorite mango. What other fruits and vegetables do you want to eat, Mom buys them for you. ”

"I want to eat meat, I want to eat ribs. Stewed pork ribs with beans. ”

"Good. Mom bought it for you. If you're not afraid of being fat. ”

"Don't be afraid, I've put a lot of effort and brain power into it today. The stomach has long been empty. ”

"The rice and dishes, I have already prepared them, put them in the pot and stuff them. After we sell out, we will eat when we get home. Pork ribs, mom will make it for you tomorrow. ”

"Good. Mom is the best today. ”

"Was I bad before?"

"Mom has always been the best, you are my best mother."

After Yan Yan heard her daughter's words, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and her heart was full of joy. After the mother and daughter finished selling their goods, they went home together. When she got home, Wang Yan was very happy to see the food her mother brought to the table. Yan Yan saw her daughter's current appearance, and a sense of satisfaction appeared in her heart, thinking of Yu Mei's accident and behavior just now, as well as her consistent style, a trace of sorrow was added between her eyebrows.

Her little princess.