Hearing Boss Lan's words, I also smiled.

At noon, everyone took turns to eat a boxed lunch in the small restaurant, and Sister Shiitake and I went up last, and at this time, there were just the two of us in the house.

She looked at me, and I looked at her, and no one spoke. Although, such a scene of the handover of the old and new bosses is often staged, it is different every time.

Alas! To put it bluntly, just a few old acquaintances, you go, she comes. She came, and you left. I'm tired of going back and forth.

At this moment, the sunlight thrown in from the window was dazzling, but it was ambiguous on the body.

I pulled Sister Shiitake to sit on the side of the sun, she lay in the small warehouse all day without seeing the sun, her face was pale, and it was useless to drink any red dates and wolfberry water. Since Master Qin left, her red dates and wolfberry water no longer soaked out of the thick red color it used to be. Perhaps, knowing a person is very short, and it is as tasteless as drinking boiled water in ordinary interactions, but one day he leaves, it may take a lifetime to forget.

At this time, Sister Shiitake Mushroom, who was half-lying on the chair, squinted her eyes and basked in the sun, her big wavy curly hair, her square face and the big can of red dates and wolfberry water that she was holding tightly in her hand. I turned on my phone's camera and secretly took a photo, thinking how quiet she seemed in such a situation, although there was an old cat missing from the chair leg.

If one day we are separated, how can I forget about her?

A week passed quickly. When I went out in the morning, the white snow was blown around by the wind, like a lost child. It's a cold winter day, so cold that it makes your teeth chatter.

Early in the morning, while I was busy sitting at the table, Dahlia brought me a cup of chrysanthemum tea she had brewed. Suddenly, the phone rang loudly, and she didn't pay attention, and a cup of hot tea directly knocked over the various bills and account books on the table. When I was at a loss, I saw her arms open and lay on the table, and it took a long time for her to get up.

"You're crazy, you?" I say.

At this point, I understood that she meant to use her clothes to suck the water dry, but it had the opposite effect, and the water was pressed more firmly by her body.

"Lao Yan, bring a hair dryer, hurry up!" She shouted.

After a while, Sister Yan hurriedly ran out of the small warehouse, holding the hair dryer she used to blow her hair.

"You're all on the sidelines, look at me!" She said and pushed me aside.

I saw her plug in the power, hit the maximum gear, and start blowing the hair dryer in her hand.

I was speechless and leaned to the side as she used the hair dryer as a gun, directing the scene of bills flying all over the sky. I'm afraid that many years later, I won't be able to erase that scene in my memory.

After ten minutes, she was so busy that she was sweating profusely and waved to me and said, "Come and see, it's done, you can continue to be busy!" ”

I looked at the bills and ledgers that had become crumpled after a few moments, and I had done it, but the handwriting had become ghostly, like a nest of porridge. looked up at Dahlia, who was smiling and hippie, and was completely conquered by the "thing spirit".

Suddenly, I remembered the phone I didn't answer just now, picked up the phone and wanted to call back, but after thinking about it, I should pick up all the bills underground and get it right. I can't guarantee it, I want to go crazy when I am bumped into by Ma Feng. Just thinking of this, Ma Feng walked in from the door, and before he could say Cao Cao, this Cao Cao arrived.

"What's going on?" She asked, looking at the mess of tables and bills on the floor, staring straight at me.

"The security guard, the security guard opened the window, and caught the birds on the top of the window just now. The wind is blowing so hard that the whole house is going to be filled with bags. Dahlia said as she lowered her head and pulled the bill with her hand.

I didn't dare to laugh when I wanted to laugh, and I looked down at the corner to hide my expression. At this moment, Ma Feng walked to the window and looked outside, maybe she didn't look at anything, and then, unwillingly, opened a window, and the north wind outside blew in, she seemed to be confused, hurriedly closed the window sash, rubbed her eyes and sat on the side.

Sister Yan took out three cartons of milk from the small warehouse and put them on the table, turned around and went back to pick up the small warehouse. Dahlia, at this time, I will carry a bucket to the bathroom to wash the mop.

In the quiet of the space, I heard the north wind blowing outside the window.

I poured a cup of hot water for Ma Feng, and she sat at the table, as if sorting through the mess in her phone book and bag.

The thinning hair was tied tightly at the back of the head with a small ball, and an emerald green head was tied to it. She was deeply impressed, and she was still imprinted in the moment when she recklessly knocked over the bucket at the bathroom door, turned around and slipped away. Before he could prepare in a hurry, he turned around and became the boss of the horse in front of him.

At this time, Sister Yan cleaned up a lot of things from the small warehouse, such as paper, paper shells, and small fans used in summer, and let the uncle who swept the floor take them away.

Ma Feng felt that it was too time-consuming for everyone to go to the small restaurant upstairs to eat, so it was better to set up a table in the small warehouse. In my opinion, this is no better than what the ACCCIM said when he took office: "If you can not take a break, try not to rest, and it is better not to rest, how strong is it." "

Perhaps, from the moment he became the boss, no matter what kind of person he was before, they all looked at the iron rooster together, and even secretly had a kind of strength to see who could be better than the iron rooster.

Dahli, I'm still doing a lot of work at this time, mopping the floor clean over and over again. After Ma Feng answered the phone, he went out.

It was a little cold in the shop, so I walked over to the window and pushed the sash hard. The wind in the small square rolls up the white snow from the ground, forming a thin layer of snow and sand like a veil, which pulls horizontally across the light gray granite ground, like white foam drifting on the broken sea surface after the wind and waves on the sea.

Accustomed to seeing the scenery of the four seasons outside a small window, there are flowers in spring and snow in winter, cool breeze in summer and autumn to enjoy leaves. It seems that yesterday, outside a small window is still a colorful autumn, the old girl is drinking coffee wildly, while talking with Sister Shiitake about which color of clothes to wear in the falling leaves season, I stood in front of the window and looked at the fallen leaves in a daze.

The refreshing wind blew in from the window, a fragrance of fallen leaves was mixed with the smell of coffee in the old girl's mouth, I asked her to close her mouth and not speak, and put half of her head out of the window to take a deep breath of the fragrance of fallen leaves, which is a mellow fragrance of fallen leaves that have experienced wind and rain. The naughty old girl stood behind me and grabbed my shoulders with both hands, and kept blowing forward behind her ears. And these things of yesterday have become distant memories today, like a dream that has been passed for a long time.

Now, Dahlia is mopping the ground and brewing chrysanthemum tea, and she is as cute as a turquoise dahlia.

At this moment, I turned around and sat down at the table, picked up the chrysanthemum tea that Dahlia had just put down and took a sip, which was very fragrant and delicious. Looking at the photos on my phone, I regretted that I didn't take a few more photos of Sister Shiitake that day.

Looking at the photo of her bathed in the sun, quiet and serene. If there is a gentle old cat lying on the side of the chair leg, you will feel that life is beautiful.

If I didn't deliberately go to her or she came to me, I don't know when we would meet.

Last night, tossing and turning, and after falling asleep, I dreamed that she was leading a little granddaughter who was exactly like her, happily feeding pigeons in the small square. Her lovely little granddaughter was dressed in a little yellow princess dress, and the pigeons surrounded her one after the other, pecking at the grain on the ground. A tiny, long-haired dog staring at a pigeon that landed on the ground, and occasionally, stretching and yawning. The sunlight shimmered on the top of the hundred-year-old elm tree standing in the small square and the glass-walled high-rise building next to it.

When I woke up from a dream, I was stunned, and suddenly realized that Sister Shiitake Mushroom's son had not yet been found, where did the little granddaughter come from?

At this moment, I stared at Dahlia sitting across the table, and she put both eyes to the inner corners of her eyes, and she was very serious about cutting off her fingers with nail clippers.

I quietly turned on the lens of my phone, aimed it at her, and pressed the shutter.

She subconsciously heard the sound of the shutter and stopped what she was doing, and glanced at me, I narrowed my eyes and didn't look at her, pretending to be playing. I laughed enough in my heart, whoever cuts a finger with a knife and a gun, still needs to be serious enough to look at it, quack......

When she was about to get off work, Sister Yan dressed up like a flower butterfly and flew out of the small warehouse.

For a week, everyone lowered their heads and was busy with the work at hand, and they didn't say a few words. It may also be that they are all old friends, and they all know each other well, and there will be no gap between those who don't speak.

Today, she wears a floral dress in the summer, cotton pants on her legs and cotton boots underneath in the winter. Suddenly felt that she could wear a skirt to go out on the street in all seasons, and it was worth it with how much money she bought.

At this moment, looking at the distant figure of her walking down the hallway outside, and then picking up the phone call that her object told her where to wait for her to watch the movie, it felt as if she had been living in a dream.

Just when Sha Chenbao, Ma Feng and Boss Lan had checked all kinds of accounts and officially handed over, Ma Feng proposed the arrangement of personnel and the need for so many people.

In the end, the personnel were uniformly dispatched by Boss Lan, and the old girl and Sister Shiitake were seconded to He Lingling's factory. He Lingling's factory, whether it is the off-season or the peak season, is short of people all year round, and she doesn't use acquaintances who are not used by acquaintances?

It may also be because He Lingling, who has not read a book for a few days, is eager for talents.

Boss Lan's mouth was like honey, and the old girl went to He Lingling's factory with a heartbeat, but after only working for three days, she went home on the factory holiday. And Sister Shiitake resigned directly, she said that she would not follow in the footsteps of Lao Qin.

Sister Yan is an old man in the store, but after so many years, after several times of tossing and turning back and forth, she is no longer the same as she was at the beginning.

If you give her a pig-killing knife now, let her kill the pig, and drink a few large bowls of spirits, she may plunge into his subject's arms and pout: No, people are afraid, and people won't drink anymore!