(Girls' Literature)

All right. I'll admit that people are really weird. I have been with Shen Hanchang for almost three years. Li Yunxiang and I have only been for a few months. But Li Yunxiang. I want to forget about you. It's not easy. Isn't this the so-called fate? You are like a seed that has just sprouted. But the roots were already planted in my cerebral cortex. I struggled to pull it out. All I got was a painful pain in my brain. Make up your mind every time. But every time it was to no avail.

Perhaps your existence is no longer a seed that has sprouted. It's a malignant tumor that has metastasized in my brain. This one was removed. The next one will come out in another place. It's reproducing endlessly in my brain. It's going to take up my entire brain.

Wu Min's phone vibrated in his pocket. She took it out and looked at it, picked it up. "Hey. Mom. I'm upstairs now. Kindness...... What can you do? Xiaoya and I are chatting here. Good. Good. I'll go down now. Yes. Good. Kang Hui finished and took the last puff of cigarette. Shake off the cigarette butt. A slice of gum was pulled out of his pocket. I put it in my mouth and chewed it.

"Hey, hey. It's okay to smoke secretly. But you still have to be careful not to let your mother catch it. I've got to go down. The light bulb in my mother's house is broken. I'm going to have to get her another one. She said and stood up. Slapped his ass. "We'll talk about it when we have time."

"Okay. Hurry up and go down. Don't let Auntie wait long. I waved to her. After Kang Hui went downstairs. I sat on the roof by myself. The smell of burning tobacco leaves still lingers in the air. This smell is often referred to as "secondhand smoke". Many people are very disgusted when they smell this smell. But I'm completely different in this regard. I don't resent the smell at all. On the contrary, I think it smells pretty good. In the twenty years or so that I was growing up. This habit has been inexplicable. I can only call it a quirk.

I looked up at the sky. The stars are still blinking tirelessly in the sky. Today's night sky is also very clear. Look down at the lights of the surrounding homes. There is also the sound of green vegetables and hot oil coming into contact with the smell of vegetables and dishes from time to time. I sniffed. It's really fragrant.

In every beam of light that comes out of every room. There's a story to tell. The protagonist of these stories. What appears to the world during the day is a mask. But every night when I get home. Only then did they dare to show their joy, anger, worry, thoughts, sorrow, fear, and surprise. There are even some accidents that happen sometimes. Their own masks are sometimes pierced and damaged. But in the dead of night every night. I still need to paint a new skin for it.

I walked downstairs with the sheets. After a day of sun exposure. The sheets smelled of sunshine on them. There is also the fragrance of soap. Tang Mimi's classmate is rare and diligent. The sheets were so clean. When I get back into the house. I heard the sound of my phone ringing several text messages in a row.

Put away the sheets. I walked over to my phone. Pick up and view.

The four text messages came from four people. The time was almost simultaneous. There are no gaps of a few seconds.

"Pay attention to your body. Rest early. Kind of misses you. ”。。 Li Yunxiang.

"Yaya, how are you? It's not lifeless. I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen next time. ”。。 Shen Hanchang.

"Yaya. What are you doing? Ning Han is pestering me again today, asking when you are here. A must visit on weekends. ”。。 Zou Jialiang.

"Go to work on time tomorrow.". Zhang Yefeng.

. What a rhythm this is. This makes me very skeptical. Several of them did not negotiate and send it at the same time. I don't know how to reply. My ex-ex-boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend. A big sum of money who wants me to be a lover. The last one is my current boss.

between each and the other. It doesn't matter. But piled up. It's still weird. The four titles in my head kept rolling and repeating. Hi. Thinking is confused right now. I'd better wash up and sleep. Annoyedly, he threw his phone aside. I don't want to reply to anyone's text messages.

To prevent further messages. I just turned off the phone. After washing, he lay down on the bed. It may be because I am tired of running during the day. It was in this hazy and lazy mood. I fell straight to sleep.

This night. It was one of the best nights I slept on. The next morning, when I arrived at the Creative Park. My spirit was unusually full. I breathed the air hard and greedily. Suddenly it felt so fresh. I know it's all thanks to last night's sleep. Dreamless all night. When I opened my eyes, I found that it was dawn. It's a really cool feeling.

I followed the flow of people and walked to the interior of the park. The doors of the creative space have just been opened. A cloud of colour flew in front of me. All I heard was the familiar sound of "fluttering". Then the eyes were barely open in this flickering color. "Welcome. Welcome. Welcome ......" This sound coupled with this frequency of repetition. Oh, my God. Who else could it be if it wasn't a flat-haired beast with a big fruit?

The flat-haired brute had a warm welcome after a long while. stood on top of its swing. Still staring at me like that with those little dripping eyes. "Hello. Hello. Hello ......" is still this sentence.

"Big fruit. You're back. I miss you a little......" I gently stroked its still slick fur with my hand. I haven't seen you for a few days. Da Guozi is still not alienated from me. It was at my mercy. He also responded to me with a "cluck, cluck, cluck". It's like saying "I know".

"Ai Xiaoya. What are you doing down there? Don't come up to work. Isn't this a clear attempt to be lazy? A loud shout came down from upstairs. It scared both me and Daguo a lot. Zhang Yefeng appeared on the second floor. It is like a bodhisattva enshrined in the main hall of the temple. He instructed me.

As soon as I entered the door, I was still full of joy when I saw the big fruit that I hadn't seen for many days. Jing Zhang Yefeng said this. All the good mood vanished. Da Guozi was afraid of Zhang Yefeng's obscenity. Flapping his wings, he quickly stood up. I hurried upstairs too. Zhang Yefeng stood "slim" next to my seat. I had a stack of materials in my hand that seemed to have just been printed. It's as tall as a sycamore tree. The figure of the person. It's still pretty good.

"Mr. Zhang. You give it a go. I want to turn on the computer. I gestured to the computer on the desk. Zhang Yefeng turned sideways. I sat down. I turned on my computer. . I'm already getting to work. But my dear Mr. Zhang still has no intention of leaving.

He just stood straight next to me. I suddenly felt a strong sense of pressure around me. It's really uncomfortable to be stared at. But I have to endure the discomfort. A boss is a boss. One way or another. I can't make an eviction order either.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk," he knocked on my desk three times. I raised my head in the midst of this oppression. Look at his face. "Look at what you made yesterday. All reworked. He put all the materials he had just printed on my desk. He turned and went into his hut again.

It was like a bolt from the blue in my head. I sat down in my chair froze. A cold sweat broke out on his back. It runs through the entire spine from top to bottom. . This means that my efforts to persuade him yesterday were in vain.

Sure enough, the information has just been printed. I could even feel the heat on the paper. You can even smell the aroma of the ink. Redo All. There was a big blob of low pressure on the top of my head because of this sentence. All the good mood came to naught. It's like hearing terrible news.

"Groc, cluck, cuckle" The big fruit straightened its neck again. Flapping wings. But I now hear this voice covering my ears irritably. Tears flowed instantly. Dripping on the A4 paper. How long has it been since I've cried? I have repeatedly told myself not to cry. Don't cry. Why can't I help it now?

"Squeak". My ears moved. Not good. The door of Zhang Yefeng's hut was opened again. I quickly stopped my tears. Reached out and wiped it on his face. Gotta get it. Admit bad luck. Hurry up and do it. If he comes out in a moment. I don't know what I'm going to say again.

"Ai Xiaoya. And yes. I want you to take care of all the messy relationships around you. And don't let these things get in the way of our work. You can be the Virgin Mary. But I'm not a welfare home here. ”

With that, he closed the door to the hut. I didn't look back. I don't want to look back. From the words, it can be judged that his expression must be extremely impatient when he speaks. It can also be said to be extremely disgusting. I naively thought yesterday that Zhang Yefeng was not the kind of person who "has nothing to do with himself". even took it for granted that he would be a person with a "cold face and a hot heart". But today's events have proved it. "It's not about you to hang high" is the most accurate portrayal of his person.

This incident this morning. It is bound to set the tone for my extremely bad mood today. With tears in my eyes, I re-sorted out yesterday's information. It's going to be reorganized. Fortunately, Zhang Yefeng has marked some of my questions with a red pen on the A4 paper. But looking at it, I found out. Actually, he said it was a redo. In fact, it is not needed at all. I just need to fine-tune some of the information on the layout. No major changes are required.

Hehe. A haze that just plugged in the throat. In an instant, it lightened a lot. The low pressure mass above the head also slowly cleared.