It is indeed a very capable Du Juan did not disappoint Boss Lan after coming to our company, but made her laugh with a very sweet mouth, the reason is that Du Juan worked hard and was ashamed.

The wine glasses between the bosses have to meet once in a while, and they are all neighbors and peers, so they have to learn from each other. Who says peers are enemies? I can't find this sentence in Boss Lan's dictionary at all.

If the mouth is like a river, this idiom can only describe half of Boss Lan's eloquence. There is a way that talents do not necessarily have eloquence, but those who have eloquence must be talents, I agree with this sentence.

Of course, Yu Yi, who has always been on the wine table, didn't know about me and Du Juan, but he always blew a few words in Boss Lan's ears about Du Juan's no, that bad wind, and not good for Du Juan. Boss Lan is a very assertive person, and it's okay. But always sitting next to Boss Lan is considered to accompany the wine, and the ugly thing is to eat and drink, and the eldest brother and sister-in-law who are here to protect his old sister are different from each other. The eldest brother and sister-in-law are the current ACCCIM and the boss, and Du Juan's departure is a matter of time sooner or later, and it is not the stubble that she always asks for leave.

The rain that stretched for several days was falling rapidly and delicately outside the window, and the night of the city became mysterious and ethereal.

It's as if the rain is about to eclipse the city. They poured down the eaves, windowsills, and walls with ease, and gathered into large puddles where the ground was sunken or in small depressions, washing away all kinds of road marks. The busy streets are much quieter at this time, and the dense sound of drizzle faintly covers the hustle and bustle of the city.

What a poetic rainy night, what a romantic rainy night, but how gloomy it seems at this time!

The day's work is still as busy as before, but it is like a cuckoo bird, and the cuckoo that chirps every day seems empty.

Sister Yan is always buried in sorting out her work, and she sees one thing she does over and over again.

For more than a year, I didn't carefully observe her meticulous and attentive work, and I thought that she always lived a rough life like a gentleman, and I didn't know that she could embroider carefully.

Sister Yan is a very hot-hearted person, and I can think of the days when she trudged through the mud and made her soul-like appearance. Whenever I want to talk to her more, but I don't know that from that sentence, I always feel so embarrassed, and I am so scared that I will suddenly cry sadly.

Probably people who seem strong on the outside have a fragile heart, but the hurricane of fate turned the world upside down in her.

If, at this time, the hurricane commands me to bow down before it, do I dare to disobey?

"It's time to get off work, I'll go first!" At this time, Sister Yan suddenly stood in front of me and said.

"Ah! Your voice is so loud. I said.

I was just in a daze for a while, and I didn't even feel that the bell was ringing for the end of work.

Alas! It's all the cuckoo's bird-like beak that doesn't sit idle for a moment to make noise, and at this moment, I can't hear the chirping sound, and I seem to have suddenly lost my biological clock after work every day?

Recalling some time ago, when Red and Summer left, I was mentally prepared, and I have been busy with them for more than a week to settle accounts and reconcile accounts, for fear of giving them a little bit of a difference. And yesterday the cuckoo's departure caught me off guard, without any warning, waiting for her breakfast on an empty stomach and not eating, it seems that the busyness of the past few days has been in vain. At this time, I suddenly felt that I cared so much about the delicious things that the cuckoo brought me, although it was just ordinary coarse tea and light rice.

The time spent with the cuckoo is more than half a year longer than that of the red and summer, and the relationship is so deep that there is nothing to say.

Even Cuckoo almost put her bank passbook and house book with me for safekeeping, and I said that she was a free little speaker and I would unconsciously broadcast it, but I didn't care, so she secretly put it back to her mother. I don't think I can blame the cuckoo for not trusting his family or for being too cautious. After all, it is not easy for hard-working workers to look forward to the future and have to take care of some hard-earned money, and it is not surprising that the cuckoo has to stay fortified in addition to the difference in living conditions.

In his later years, Du Juan's parents and Du Juan's daughter were relieved, compared to Du Juan's brother, sister-in-law, younger brother and younger siblings.

Cuckoo often said that her father often beat her mother when he came home when he was not going well outside, and Cuckoo always protected her mother, hating her father's temper like "the stone of the toilet, smelly and hard".

The cuckoo, who was an hour, swore that she would not find a man like her father to die, and would rather not marry. But any child who grows up in this kind of family environment, let alone a boy, can say that girls have a considerable influence on it. Otherwise, as I said earlier, when Du Juan and her husband were serious, her husband was stubborn and couldn't resist Du Juan, and Du Juan dared to use a knife!

Perhaps, at that time, her mind was full of scenes of her father beating her mother, and the anger that had been suppressed for many years was irrational and uncontrollable in an instant once it was ignited.

Of course, the two sons of her father were enough to "comfort" him in his old age. Compared with Cuckoo's father, Cuckoo's brother and brother are as good as they are, and the blue is better than the blue.

Du Juan often said that her father himself confessed, and when he looked at his two sons who made trouble every day, he wanted to stuff himself with a pot of wine.

Probably every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and every family has a song that is difficult to sing.

Maybe around me, I feel more that half of the right and wrong in the family comes from one or two unqualified parents. In my opinion, family education is a big lesson in life.

Perhaps the most important thing people can be proud of is the growth of wealth and status, but the two go hand in hand.

From the moment of birth to death, it is only a hundred years.

There is no choice when we are born, and since we have walked out of school, are we still learning every day?

Without learning, we stop growing, so some people are still immature like children even if they live to old age, regardless of their educational qualifications.

Du Juan, who grew up in the case of his father beating his mother when he was a little unhappy since he was a child, will not show any unhappy things directly on his face, as if he has formed a contradictory character that swallows his anger and is so angry that he wants to fight hard.

Sometimes, Cuckoo said that when her husband was not happy, if he dared to be angry with her, they might only be able to live one.

But her husband never made her angry with her like her father beat her mother, which Du Juan was still somewhat satisfied with. As for why the cuckoo stopped in marriage, did not register marriage, had children or something, the poor husband was only one aspect, and more importantly, the cuckoo felt that he owed too many sweet things in his heart, and he could not make up for it in this life. Especially a kind mother like Du Juan, most of them will persevere to the end in order to leave all their possessions to Tiantian, even if they pay more.

At noon the next day, it was hot and muggy. I sat at my desk for a short while, taking a sip of tasteless tea, not cold or hot, not very tasty, all to quench my thirst.

After the cuckoo left, the boss and the proprietress did not take care of people. The workload is still so much that everyone has to share more.

It's easier said than done, and no one can be idle all day. Only for a while, there will be fewer people under the scorching sun outside the window, and you can take a break for a while.

Sister Yan finally became the little master, and she was the leader of the little master in the group, and I heard it in the group before going to bed the night ago. Is it any wonder that she has a little smile on her face these two days?

Sister Yan and I still don't talk much, and I don't talk much to her, and I don't know why, I can't talk in three or two sentences. But I always hope that her hard days will come to an end soon, and I hope that she will be happy, in fact, I can feel that Sister Yan's character is very lively.

At this moment, wrapped in the flow of people after work, they rushed in the direction of the station.

Without the company of the cuckoo who looked around and kept talking, his pace accelerated unconsciously. Passers-by, men and women, hurriedly flashed beside them with tired expressions. It took less than twenty minutes to go, and for countless days, I could spend thirty or fifty minutes with the cuckoo.

On the bus during the rush hour, it is already good to have a good place to stay, and I am used to standing all the way. At this moment, looking out the car window at the endless queue of people waiting for a red light, I felt that the street was too crowded.

I didn't think about when the days of part-time work would end, and I didn't dare to slow down or stop.

Although sometimes I feel that the busier I am, it is a very decent thing to sell my physical strength in exchange for hard-earned money to live, at any time.

But I have to admit it, especially in the past two years, I feel that such a part-time job is really useless, and I will not live the life I want for the rest of my life, and it can even be said that it is good to stay where I am. However, the years that have passed have only gained a handful of years, although I have always considered myself a person with no ambitions.

During the summer solstice, the day in northern cities is the longest and the night is shortest. At three o'clock in the morning, when the moon was still hanging in the sky, it was bright.

Last night, I was choked by a mosquito that bit several large bags on my hands, legs, and feet. I don't think there's anything more upsetting than this when you sleep soundly on a quiet summer night, enough to make you rest.

At this moment, I got up from the bed, pushed open the window, and the fresh air rushed in.

The earth was silent at this time, as if she could see the shape of her chest as she slept.

The elf-like birds and my old neighbors began to sing and jump at about four o'clock, waking people up for the day's work.

At this moment, looking at the wisps of morning glow in the east, they are like fairy clothes fluttering in golden light, as thin as cicada wings.