Now, take a break.

I couldn't concentrate on thinking about what Summer had experienced before, in other words, I didn't dare to think about it, let alone my wife.

With an hour to go, I try to find something to do and try to make it act as if I don't know. By the way, I haven't said a word about this to anyone to this day, including the cuckoo. I believe that the cuckoo's bird-like daily eating is to say, and it never stops for a moment like a free trumpet, and it must be unable to control itself.

The next morning, the beautiful scene was watching the child sit at the table and tear the slices of bread with his hands and fill his mouth, drinking a sip of coffee-flavored milk. As long as he thought that he had eaten his favorite food and filled his stomach, there was always a slight smile on his face, like lightning in a clear sky, illuminating his already handsome face.

stepped into the door of the company with the bell every second, and I was really sweating.

In the morning rush hour today, the traffic is jammed. The old driver of the bus, who was cruising the trail, almost hit the car parked on the side of the road, but he arrived at the station, and trotted all the way, thanks to the fact that I went out early today.

Du Juan and Sister Yan didn't know what they were muttering about there, and occasionally laughed twice. I thought that the two of them must be talking about some things that I chatted with ACCCIM in the WeChat group yesterday.

On the hanger in the changing room hung a blue mid-length robe, resembling yarn and intricately trimmed with radium lace. There are rows of small white pearls stuck to the neckline and the front of the coat, and a blue peacock is embroidered on the back. But it really scared me, this dress has some of Boss Lan's dressing style, blue peacock, green peacock is her favorite, if it weren't for her already gone to Dalian, I would have thought this dress was hers.

The cuckoo ran up to me and whispered, "Do you see that blue dress, is it pretty?" ”

"Pretty or not, it can't be yours anyway, you're dressed and can almost mop the floor, heh~" I said to the cuckoo as I joked.

"you, how can I be so stubborn?" The cuckoo pursed her thick lips and became angry, and she looked as cute as a cute doll in an old black and white photograph.

"That's what you said, I don't want to say that about you, I just said that the dress is a little long, it's just a long shirt, you think too much!" I say.

"Oh! So that's what you think, then I'm wrong. So you know whose dress it is, right? The cuckoo said with big eyes flashing.

I looked in the direction of Sister Yan's sitting, and I didn't know where she had gone at the moment, which meant that Sister Yan had bought a new land.

Du Juan smiled and nodded, and then said, "You only guessed half right, it's Sister Yan's clothes, but she didn't buy them for herself." She told me in the morning that she had worn such a fashionable dress for the first time in her life, and she felt that there was a big bird sticking to her back along the way, and there was an indescribable thorn in her heart, and now she may still scratch it in the back? ”

Hehehe~

I laughed with the cuckoo......

After a while, Sister Yan came out of the back changing room and said, "You two don't know, I don't care what kind of clothes you wear, this matter doesn't matter to me for fifty years." What made me sick was what happened this morning, I didn't want to wear this dress, but my subject said that if I didn't wear this dress, I would look down on him? Tell me about it, I'm uncomfortable!

"What's so uncomfortable, how good your partner is to you, not long after I met, I bought you this, bought that, let you wear it, you can wear it, what a good thing, what a good thing!" After the cuckoo finished speaking, he threw the topic to me and said, "You say, is that the case?" ”

Heh, I smiled and nodded to the cuckoo, and then turned to look at Sister Yan with a very unnatural look, as if it was the first time a big girl had a little twisting, and some shyness, mixed together with the indescribable feeling.

After work, I chatted with Cuckoo while walking, this week, Cuckoo said that her husband ignored her, and she didn't dare to say anything, it seems that this forced marriage is an end to it, Cuckoo said thank God, he didn't mess with me.

"When did Sister Yan deal with, what kind of person? Why haven't I heard Sister Yan say it? I looked up at the traffic and people on the street, and asked the cuckoo.

At this moment, the sky reflected in the sunset gradually darkened, and the street was full of traffic.

It's the evening rush hour again, and the cuckoo and I are always chatting and walking on the walking path unhurriedly, which is a little different from people who rush home after work. From time to time, it has become commonplace to be picked up from behind and then overtaken.

"Well, you don't know? Sister Yan can enjoy happiness this time, you listen to me tell you.

It is the power of God that bestows Sister Yan's blessings. Amen! The cuckoo solemnly gestured to the cross on his chest.

"Otherwise, you also believe in the Lord with Sister Yan, people must have a faith, and the Lord will light up all the street lights for you to move forward." I said slowly.

"I can't do it, I can't control myself, I'm afraid that if I do something sorry for my conscience for a while, the Lord will punish me." The cuckoo lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Sister Yan's object heard her say that she was a relative of a friend in the choir in the church, who was fifty-five years old this year and had never been married. He is the only one in the family, living in the suburbs of Jiangbei, there is a three-story small bungalow, which can burn the fire pit and take it by himself, and in winter the small building can be ambiguous.

There is also a small two-story building next to it, where his brother's family of six lives. I heard that the house was called a "quasi-relocation" house, and Sister Yan also said that her object was usually active in the capital market and was a very cultured person. Du Juan learned Sister Yan's words.

"You didn't ask her what it means to be active in the capital market, why don't I understand?" I asked the cuckoo.

"I asked, but I don't understand it as an uneducated person, Sister Yan said that she was trading stocks." Cuckoo said.

Hehehe, I looked at the cuckoo and laughed. It turns out that educated people also say so tactfully about retail investors who speculate in stocks, and the two of us should really feel ashamed.

Du Juan and I invariably think that Sister Yan's good days are coming, and happiness beckons to her. Who says it is not, but she should be blessed after suffering most of her life, and may the Lord bless her.

At this time, after dinner, I also lay down to rest after coaxing the child to sleep.

The night outside the small window was very quiet. The moon quietly splashed silver light in the sky, and the iron roof not far away shone silver, just like a bright moon reflected on the sparkling sea.

On every sleepless night, I just enjoy the amazing view outside the window. The things I did and thought about during the day slipped out from time to time, and after a while in my head, I was pulling back. I don't know if it's a form of self-torture, because at this point I feel like an idiot, especially when I toss up an incident from many years ago, and today I would whip myself a few times until I couldn't help myself, and then slowly fall asleep in the pain.

The next day, for some reason, the cuckoo did not come to work.

The wind blows in the spring that is coming to an end, and it's easy to get lost on such a day. In the spring, the wind is too strong, and the dryness makes the nose choke for a while.

In the evening, the sun was also tortured by the wind and sand and became listless, and the wind and sand were so tired that they sank west with the sun.

At this time, I was in a hurry on the way to work, and I didn't eat well at noon, so I felt bored, so I wanted to stand on the side of the road and rest for a while.

When the strong wind stopped, the roadside was lively. There was a white-bearded old man who was setting up a stall to tell fortunes, and he was reading palmistry to a middle-aged lady, saying that he had a nose and eyes, and the middle-aged lady also nodded frequently.

In fact, in my heart, I am quite worthy of these people who love to play the board and tell fortunes, it is very difficult to have some common sense and the ability to observe words and colors, just like I said before, all of them are masters of psychology.

Today, I suddenly had a question in my heart, I wanted to hear what the white-bearded old man in front of me had to say, just spend some money.

After waiting for the middle-aged lady to leave, I stepped forward and sat on the pony in front of the old man, and asked the old man, "Master, I want you to give me a dream, how about it?" ”

"Yes, you say." The old man replied.

"I dreamed at night that I was rich and rich, and I woke up hungry and so poor that I almost fainted, what should I say?" I say.

The old man put his hand on his beard and said thoughtfully: "Good dream, good dream! ”

"How? How do you call it a good dream? I asked.

"I think about it during the day, and I dream about it at night. And your dream is completely different from your real situation, isn't it a point that you need to work harder to move forward? Without the wealth in your dreams, you may not be able to compare with the poverty in real life; And poverty does not change, wealth can only exist in dreams, or even the wealth in dreams will be buried by poverty in reality in the future, do you understand? Isn't it a good dream to wake up in this way that you need to work hard more than others? The master looked at me slowly and methodically, and said a word.

I knew that the master was watching my face change, deciding whether to say the next sentence or not. However, in my heart, I already praise the master for being able to say these few short words.

Oh, yes! In the busy life of every day, there are many things that cannot be seen or touched to block our footsteps.

The reason why poor people are poor is mostly because the idea of poverty struggles in the circle of poverty, and who knows when the day will be the end?