The next morning, the sky was as light as a girl's figure, the rainy season disappeared with the flowing fire of July, and the occasional breeze blew a wisp of coolness, opened the calendar, and autumn began immediately.

The days go by really fast, most of the year has passed, several of us are busy in the store every day, and what happened yesterday seems to be making a comeback today. One after another work tasks without novelty have skillfully disappeared in our hands. When a sense of pride arises in my heart, I can always see the strength of everyone's hearts to think together and work together. Although, it seems to be a slogan shouted by the Zhongzhong Chamberlain intentionally and unintentionally, everyone remembers it in their hearts, but no one has it on their lips.

"You're so pretty, you're so pretty!" As I spoke, I looked up and down at the new dress that Sister Shiitake had just found on her body and was going to take a photo with autumn.

"In my opinion, I can look good in it, and this shirt must be a good match for me." Sister Yan, who was dragging the ground next to her, stopped to catch up with the conversation.

"If you want to buy it, I'll sell it to you, I don't want to dress exactly like everyone else, and I can't avoid it?" Sister Shiitake said with a frown.

"Hehe, look at you two again." I said, "That's the trend of the trend, one infects two, two infects three, and finally the streets are all over the place, and the street is in mode." ”

At this time, everyone is busy with their own business. I suddenly remembered that last time Sister Shiitake bought a pair of earrings similar to zircon and wore them, everyone said they looked good.

After Sister Yan inquired where she bought it, she loaded five pairs the next day, which made everyone's eyes dazzled. Who made people have five ears and eyes pierced in one ear, and when will it be better not to dazzle everyone's eyes at this time?

Of course, no one is admiring the "poor" pair of studs on Sister Shiitake's ears. Since then, Sister Yan can't ask where Sister Shiitake comes from. Hehe!

At this moment, in the atmosphere of three women in one play, the hard work of the day began again.

Day after day, year after year, we are busy decorating the emptiness of our hearts, and we have no other interests than to earn money to support our families and dilute the boredom of the same work. Just like a row of camels walking in the desert, you can only tell the difference between yesterday and today from the companions who are walking with you beside you, and continue to bow down on this ordinary road, all the toil and travel are to reach the end and unload the burden of goods carried all the way.

Oh! A purple robe, as inconspicuous as the purple flowers of an eggplant, a lifeless face, and if it weren't for the big thick gold chain still around her neck, I wouldn't have recognized the proprietress who sat motionless in the corner as soon as she entered. I wondered that the purple color on her clothes, perhaps due to the lack of light in the room at the moment, made her face look sallow and sallow.

Today, why did she suddenly come to the store alone, where did the boss go?

Everyone was busy with the work at hand, as if each was knocking on their own bowls and reading their own scriptures.

After being busy for a while, I had to rush forward non-stop, and the things of the past two days have been rushed together. The factory can't come out of work, the problem must not be underestimated, the supplier dunning, the customer urging time and a lot of after-sales problems have not been dealt with, which is really scratching the head. I was busy here, the proprietress just sat there, she didn't say a word to me, I didn't say hello to her, although it was close at hand, but it felt far away.

In the afternoon, I saw Sister Yan talking and laughing to herself, while accompanying the proprietress who looked like a wooden man and walked out.

"What's wrong with her, you know?" I asked Sister Shiitake who was fiddling with a corsage and gesturing on her clothes.

"The two of them are fighting, the boss didn't come home last night, and the boss didn't find it!" Sister Shiitake said.

"That's really not true, where are you going if you don't go home?" I said as I picked up the ledger, carbon pen, and calculator on my desk.

"Maybe there's another home? Which home is not a residence! Sister Shiitake said in a weird way. At this moment, as soon as he finished speaking, he laughed again......

"Look at you, where do you want to go, you are all old husbands and wives, how can you?" I lifted the sling that had slipped off Sister Shiitake's shoulder as she bent over with a smile and slid it up. Women are really troublesome, what suspenders to wear? I say.

"Tell you the truth, do you look at the boss lady and have desire? What's more, the boss is still very attractive, this is a matter of time, but it is a day earlier and a day later. If you don't believe it, then let's ride a donkey and look at the account book, and we'll see!" Sister Shiitake swore that it was as if she directed it.

I was speechless for a moment.

How can there be a piece of plump meat on the skinny and withered proprietress of the proprietress ? For the men at the top of the "carnivore kingdom", maybe it's really like what Sister Shiitake said, they can't raise half of their desires.

At the end of the day, the pedestrians on the street hurriedly walked like arrows off the string, rushing all the way forward.

When crossing the street, I put my arm around Sister Shiitake and didn't let her pull my arm, she had a bad habit I helped her correct every time, but she didn't think so, thinking that crossing the street could be faster than a second, stubborn like a wayward little girl.

The sky is bright at the end of the day this season, unlike in the winter, when you come out with a black eye.

Not far from the intersection, there is a farm cart selling freshly picked melons, and a fragrant smell can be smelled from afar.

For several years in a row, this big cart has been selling melons here. Sister Shiitake said that she had a bad stomach after eating the melon, and ordered me not to eat it.

I remember that the cuckoo loves to eat this thing the most, and he buys a big bag every time. The next day, I didn't forget to bring me two, I had to watch me eat a "live broadcast" for her, I was choked by this kind of big noodle melon called Jin Daozi that was not sweet but very groundy with a yellow and green one, and I took a bite crookedly, drank a sip of water and continued down, making the cuckoo giggle endlessly, which can be regarded as satisfying her very perverted mentality of torturing me. Now, these can only remain in the memory, the cuckoo went south to accompany her husband to the world, and I don't know how it has been?

The more I thought about the cuckoo, the more I felt that the cuckoo seemed to be still around, and the endless noisy sounds of chattering all day long lingered in my ears.

I can't guess what Du Juan's husband thinks, do you think that this will make Du Juan half a step without him, is it so that the two of them can register anytime and anywhere?

If things really go on like this, I think it can be regarded as her husband's hard work, and it will come naturally.

Of course, I hope that the cuckoo can have a peaceful mind and an ordinary happiness. It really doesn't make sense to take out a small book anytime and anywhere and flip through it to compare it with material things. After experiencing a farce-like marriage, I think Cuckoo must have been well thought out when he picked up a relationship again.

On the road of life, no matter how far you have traveled and how many scenery you have seen, it is rare to meet someone who has walked into your heart.

Perhaps, in the past, you were as ignorant as a child, starting from the game of playing house, but after all, it will not be like this for a year, but it will still be the same for seven years.

The child falls, grows up crying in physical pain, it is a happy and expectant growth, this is what the old people say: fall and fall, and grow up unconsciously. However, adults can't stand the blow of falling and crawling, getting up and falling again.

If, you have heard that there is a seven-year itch in your marriage, it is difficult to get past it without pain. So, when the marathon of love runs for seven years, what kind of high and low will it be?

After dinner, accompany the child to study late.

When I turned off the lights, I realized that the moon was full tonight. At this time, admiring the bright moon like water outside the window, I thought to myself, some people sing under the moon, and some people chant poems under the moon, all to express a good mood. But I have never sung a song or chanted a poem in such a loud voice under such a sultry moonlight, and I really can't compare to Mr. "Li Bai" of the cuckoo.

Am I afraid that a clumsy voice will wake up someone else's peace? I don't think so. If I were to talk about old things with two close friends, I think I would be willing, even if it was dawn.

At this moment, I pulled the quilt that slipped to the edge of the bed, and the moon just fell on a pot of rich bamboo on the edge of the floor, as dazzling as if sprinkled with silver powder. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the moonlight. The dreamlike moonlight decorates everyone's dreams without discrimination, whether you are a high-ranking official or an ordinary grassroots on the streets.

When I woke up in the morning, I opened the window and the fresh air came rushing in.

The begonia flowers on the windowsill bloom all year round, and the pink bunches of flowers hanging upside down are exactly the same as the bunches of grapes on the grape trellis. Maybe they're all like bees and like to live in large groups and swarms. At this time, a white butterfly fluttered in front of the window, probably wanting to land on the begonia flower but was afraid of being discovered by me, so it wandered in front of my window.

The sun was rising high, and it felt very sunny.

Today, there is a lot of dry work, I put on a sunhat and picked up a parasol, and when I was about to go out, I looked back at the window, and the white butterfly landed on the begonia flower at some point.

Sister Yan, who was in a hurry to put on her autumn clothes before the beginning of autumn, probably wanted to show off her autumn clothes before Sister Shiitake mushroom.

The changes she has made in the past half a year are really earth-shaking, and I don't know what it would be like to suddenly recall the past self and the present when she couldn't sleep at midnight.

When she held a photo of her youth in her hand, compared to herself who should have been "old and decrepit" but was "unrecognizable" by the pig-killing knife of the years, her mood was very complicated. Perhaps, at a certain moment, looking at the "flower-like" self in the mirror, he lost his mind for a while, and the old man who disappeared completely wearing an imitation fur coat made of artificial fur, slaughtering pigs and sheep in the tunzi "Who said that three glasses of spirits are not enough" A bunch of old men can be "knocked down" under the table by her, celebrating the end of the year, and at the bottom of the yellowed old photos, it seems that you can deliberately find a trace of yesterday's shadow.