A man sat in the office all afternoon doing nothing. When it was time to get off work, she closed the doors and windows to cut off the power supply, and waited for the elevator silently. The elevator door opened, and Sister Orange, Brother Thin, and Brother Xi, the department leader, were all there. She greeted everyone happily, and then talked to Sister Orange about the woman's own thoughts, all the way to the first floor. The elevator door opened, and everyone stepped out of the elevator one after another. The women opened their folding umbrellas and immersed themselves in the evening heat.

In the fourteenth year of work, the third natal year of her life, she is almost confused, but in this year, she has experienced the biggest confusion in her life so far. She also tried her best to return to heaven, but she never found the root of the problem, and there was no way to save herself. For many sleepless nights, she curled up in bed and looked out the window at the moonlight. Losing the love of a friend turns out to be so painful. Little by little, she thought back to the development and evolution of things during that period of time, trying in vain to find the reason and give herself an exit. That painful mental journey was like a pushpin needle piercing into the flesh and pulling it out again and again.

When she got up in the morning, she dressed herself up again, took out a hundred times more energy and went to work with a smile. She was always smiling, laughing, laughing funny, hiding the deep pain and loneliness in her heart. It's rare to be confused, willing to let go, and cultivation is bitter, just like the heart of a lotus seed.

A man crossing the street with an umbrella. It is a typical person who does not grasp the time, and always dares to walk past it for a long time when there are almost no cars on the road. Passing by three small pharmacies, two small shops selling silk products, two small supermarkets, and a few small restaurants that were deserted, we arrived at the back door of a community. There is only one intersection between her home and her unit, and it usually takes about 15 minutes for her to walk to and from work. Going out from her unit, crossing the street, passing through the community, and then crossing the road and walking east for a while, you will arrive at the entrance of the community where she lives. The building where her house is located is in the innermost part of the community. Semi-old neighborhood, very quiet. The composition of the community is relatively simple, and it used to be a bungalow renovation project in an urban village. Many of the residents are from the original village, or descendants, three generations, all of whom know each other well.

Walk up the stairs to the second floor and remember to be prepared. The yellow dog on the other side of the door always stood at the door of his house at this o'clock, and his eyes were in a hurry to think about whether to enter the house or go downstairs. She greeted him almost every day. The yellow dog is very docile, never noisy, and has gentle and shy eyes, and will often turn his head to his door in embarrassment. At first she tried to gently summon him and lead him downstairs. But the yellow dog was too timid to move half a step. Then she just said hello and opened the door and went in. After seeing it twice from the cat's eye, the yellow dog only dared to cling to the wall, bending his legs, and quietly crawling down the stairs almost against the staircase floor, and his shrinking appearance was very incompatible with his not petite size.

Once, I don't know which outsider visited, and the little girl who came for the first time went up the stairs and turned her head, and suddenly saw the yellow dog standing at the door, and screamed loudly in fright. In the northern winter, the unlit corridor is dark, and this dog appears in response to the scene, creating an atmosphere similar to a horror movie. The parents of the companion were worried and shouted at the yellow dog, but the poor dog was trembling and in a dilemma, and I was distressed and angry with the stupid dog inside the door. The sharp edge depends on this huge body, and the soul is born in the wrong body, and it will be wronged in the next world!

Occasionally, I hear the big sister on the other side call it happy. Happy never shows happiness, in fact, I think it should be called kind. A pair of eyes are full of words, don't look at the big I was born, in fact, I am timid, I am kind.

Open the door and walk into the room, the atrium, slightly dark. Slippers were thrown messily in the doorway, and the yellow leather sofa was littered with the children's and their father's morning home clothes. Every morning of the battle, after a lot of noise and noise, with the sound of the gate closing, the sound disappeared, leaving a messy battlefield. She had become accustomed to their way of life, though sometimes she was tired of it, and she nagged and complained like a yellow-faced woman. I always have one thing in my hand and one thing in the west to help them put it in order. She secretly warned herself not to hope for other people's changes, and to do more if she could, otherwise she would choose to be patient. The combination of the living habits brought about by a person's original family and his own inertia is enough to make anyone have a motive for divorce. In fact, it's all mutual, maybe the other party has more forbearance than him, but it may be in different aspects.

It's very hot to walk, and it's tiring to stick to an office without air conditioning for a day. She threw off her bag and turned on the shower to take a shower. I hate the feeling of sticky sweat on my body the most. After taking a shower, the tiredness is swept away. Except in the morning, this time is her favorite. When she comes home alone, she turns on the TV after taking a shower, listens to the laughter of entertainment programs on TV, does hygiene, washes clothes, and sometimes makes up the quilt that she can't fold in the morning and the bed that is not tidied up. Tidying up puts her in a good mood. Take a rag and wipe here and there, there is no room for dust, it is the paradise of her soul. Although it doesn't last long, the husband and children will make a mess here and there as soon as they come home. But this brief moment can also allow her to heal herself. The happy base camp invited Xiao Gu and Bai Zi to draw immortals, her love during this time.