At this moment, I put my hand on my forehead and slowly brushed my hair back to the back of my head, not looking directly at him. He wore a pair of dark blue pajamas with a large scarf in front of him, pajama pants were very short, showing his feet and neck, black socks on the high stakes were similar to those worn to play football, and a pair of black leather shoes with a gray face on his feet. Could it be that he wants to sleep in a different place? At this time, Xiao Dong, who followed closely behind him, walked into the store and shook around, and then went back and forth in the corridor to look east and west.

I don't understand, why does the boss wear whatever he wants, is he too busy?

I suddenly remembered a middle-aged nouveau riche I had seen, the standard-looking man, wearing a pair of old pants with high knees and light blue cotton threads that were very faded, stepping on a pair of slacker shoes that were almost impossible to see the soles and about to wear through the uppers, and a large hole and small hole in the back of the green short-sleeved old man's shirt, sitting in the office of a large bank customer with his head uncombed and his face unwashed, waiting for the signature to transfer money.

I don't know if there was a play just now outside the gate of the bank, and the security guard didn't let him park in this area at will, and he found a tricycle or two-wheeled car with a bag of mineral water bottles in a plastic bag on it. Perhaps, the changes of the years have unconsciously made people and things become "things are not people". Those who have no money form gangs and pretend to be local tyrants, and those who have money are pretending to be poor in the market. The one who goes to work is wearing pajamas, and the one who stays at home is dressed in formal clothes.

Hehe! Maybe on a psychological level, it can be regarded as a super skill for self-decompression!

At this time, everyone was busy with their own work, and no one said anything.

I sorted out some of the bills I had in my hand and pinned them together with a pin, so that I wouldn't run away from the east and west.

Sister Yan had just changed out of her long black skirt, and at this moment, she was mopping the ground with a mop.

I saw the boss take out a cigarette from his pocket, put it under his nose and smell it again, and then, put it on his ear, this is his usual action, if it weren't for the smoke alarm on the roof, I believe he would be able to smoke half a pack in one go.

Although he didn't mess around with wind and rain like he did two days ago, his black face seemed to be as unhappy as three thousand crows in his heart.

Almost all the things in the small warehouse had to be moved to the factory, and Xiaodong and Master Qin were tossing back and forth, and at this time, they had almost moved. As soon as the horn of the car outside sounded, he got up and went out without saying a word, got in the car and went back to the factory.

After lunch, Sister Yan said that this time the small warehouse is spacious, and she will go there to change clothes or something in the future, because the so-called place for changing clothes is just a small place separated by plywood.

At this time, I looked at the silent Sister Shiitake and Master Qin, and I didn't know what to say, at least the empty small warehouse also made their hearts empty.

When Xiaodong was pouring things just now, he seemed to have said inadvertently, the boss went to do the real estate business, and I didn't know anything. When asked about him, he was tight-lipped. All I know is that the boss dreams of making a windfall and being a big boss, and a little to add to it is probably what anyone who is a boss wants.

At first, Sister Yan, who hadn't noticed that something was wrong with the taste, saw that everyone was silent, and she more or less saw something.

"The warehouse is empty, so why don't you two go to work in the factory? You can't go either? Isn't that what that is? You say, don't you? Sister Yan felt that she had too much to say, and then handed me the stubble.

"Which one? As long as you talk a lot, the boss didn't say anything in the morning, and you don't know. "I mean to stop her from making a clever random analysis, because the faces of Sister Shiitake and Master Qin are already very ugly, and whoever it is, this taste is not good!

Alas! With a sigh from Master Qin, the store fell silent.

What Sister Yan just said was still considered by her brain, but she couldn't hold back her words.

The factory is in the suburbs, and the reason why the two of them chose to work here is because their homes are very close, and if they are asked to go to work in the factory, it is the boss who has started to carry people.

At this time, Sister Yan was still muttering to herself, no one took her words, after all, the boss had the final say. He didn't say a word this morning, who knows what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd?

Everyone was wondering in their hearts whether they would get together again and have a casual meal. At this moment, Yu Yu, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, walked in, she was fat, and she was not less fat.

She walked silently and silently like a fish swimming in the water.

I think her way of walking is like she has learned it deliberately, that is, she walks with her heels on the ground and puts all her strength on her hips, similar to a model's way of walking, like a cat lifting her toes.

She dresses and wraps herself tightly in a serious way, like a nun.

For example, her neck and feet and neck, no matter what kind of heat the day is, she rarely shows her flesh, except for her face.

The neck is always wrapped around the scarf of the four seasons, and the skirt or pants always cover the top of the feet, as if the things in your house are afraid of being seen away by others. At this time, she was followed by a woman about forty years old dressed in black, who introduced that her friend's name was Xia Wanhei.

said hello briefly, and gave Sister Yan an introduction to her. Although they have met and are familiar, they don't know each other's names. When Sister Yan came here to work, she was not often seen.

At this moment, Sister Yan's familiar personality seemed to have suddenly caught a long-lost old friend, and she hugged Yu Yu and nagged endlessly.

I wish they could talk a little longer, lest she ask me the same thing as the cuckoo asked me how she was doing. I really don't want to get involved in the two of them. For example, every time I see the face of the cuckoo, the cuckoo will always interject coldly when talking about other things, and Yu promises a sentence full of questions about how he has been doing recently.

If you tell the truth, no matter how good or bad you are, you are sure that there is no good fruit to eat. If you say it well, she will think that you are mocking her for having a bad life, and if you say it is not good, she will think that you are praising her for a good life in a different direction. It's really "Zhu Bajie looks in the mirror, he is not a person inside and out". I don't mind the sourness of the cuckoo, but I don't think the past is really necessary, and I can't do it. Whether it's a woman's jealousy or self-esteem, in short, this kind of emotional tearing each other apart, I just listen to it.

At this time, after I went to the bathroom twice, Sister Yan got up and sent them out, and she didn't come back for a long time, maybe she went to their house to chat, as if she heard that Xia Wanhei was Sister Yan's fellow villager.

When I don't have anything to do, I feel that time flies very hard, so I just find someone to chat for a while to pass the time faster.

"This old Yan's heart is really big", Sister Shiitake said, "According to me, it has to be as big as the big iron pot she used to pour boiling water when she killed pigs."

"I said Cixi Lafayette, according to your estimate, then where do you say her internal organs and old intestines and old belly are placed, is it possible to hang on her neck all day long?" I say.

"What do you call me?" Shiitake paused for a moment and said, "That's really true, don't you see the clothes she was wearing, and garlic was dripping all over the floor?" ”。 Hahaha, laughed to himself after speaking.

"That's it! It's almost time to get off work today, and I see your smile for the first time. "Sister Shiitake once said that I was a good medicine for her depression.

When there were still ten or so minutes left to get off work, Sister Yan came back with a red face, and she seemed to be chatting happily. I saw that she really hugged her skirt and used the small warehouse as her brand-new, spacious changing room. In the morning, I was in a hurry, and I only knew that she was wearing a long black dress, and I didn't have time to take a closer look at her.

"Sister Yan's dress today, does it look like someone or someone in a cartoon to you? Let me start with it, don't be too much of my imagination for a moment. I lowered my head and packed up my things while asking Sister Shiitake who was waiting for me next to me.

"I'll keep my opinion, for a moment, to you." Sister Shiitake said in a low voice.

"After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face." After waiting for Sister Yan outside for a long time, maybe she had to put a mirror again, and the movement of moving the chair was slower.

A green scarf as thin as a cicada's wings was wrapped around the neck, half covering the face, and the entire upper body of the dress gradually turned from green to goose yellow, and a layer of red short feathers was glued around the chest.

I sat down in my chair again, "You guys let me rest for a while!" I said.

The lower half of the body is a matte black skirt that hangs down to the bare feet, which is a matte jet black set off by a yellow that is much more tender than the fluff of the young swans, and it looks like the night sky where you can't reach out in the night. Under his feet is a pair of dark blue flat-headed ties, which are peculiar in the heels of about ten centimeters high, inlaid with huge white pearls, which unconsciously remind people of the rows of large iron bumps above the city gate.

Wear it to be eye-catching, and earn a lot of heads, I think this may be the central idea of Sister Yan's clothes.

Now, even if you go back in time to about a few hundred years ago, humans imitated the beautiful way of dressing birds, carrying brightly colored feathers on the top of their heads or wrapping them around their bodies, and that visual impact was nothing more than that.

Ay! This kind of cross-border popularity, which distorts the aesthetic point of view, should really limit the number of its development. Rather than wearing an eye-catching, expensive dress, Sister Yan is more like a toucan who makes a cameo appearance in a stage play, coming to perform comedy for everyone, and leaving in the midst of everyone's laughter.

"Am I still scaring you in this dress? What's the fuss? At this time, Sister Yan saw my expression as if she was unhappy and threw this sentence at me. Could it be that my wide-eyed eyes made her feel uncomfortable, like a basin of cold water poured on top of her head? I think.

"Look at how attentive you are, it's your beauty that stunned me instantly!" I was dumbfounded, and I didn't know what to do.