Needless introduction, she probably already knew me. I met her for the first time yesterday, but I did hear of her before in Boss Lan's words, and I had the impression that she was quite persistent.

Sure enough, the work is really neat, and the red manager in front of me didn't take three or two minutes to mop the floor very cleanly, looked at me, and smiled again.

As I expected, she didn't have half a shelf, and her quick movements made me feel a burst of joy. I think this time I'm afraid it's going to be unconventional, not like the towering, high-minded posture of the previous managers, sitting at the boss's desk or on the phone, directing, remote control so inexplicable that you have to find fault with your work. Still, I've never been able to cope with things at work.

"Alright, I'll go back first." After a busy morning, Manager Hong said a word and left first.

It was still very hot, so I wiped the sweat from my forehead with a tissue, and I was about to go into ambush.

I was busy all day, about the account book, about the settlement of inventory, the arrears of the factory, and some maintenance problems of broken locks, there must be a new person to take over, although it is a semi-rental, but Boss Lan explained that all the accounts were settled, naturally it can not be ambiguous. The previous ones had never heard Boss Lan explain so seriously.

When I got off work, I dragged my tired body to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and when I got home, I took off my clothes and cooked at the same time, and the children had already returned, and the first thing he said when I entered the door every day was to keep repeating: "Mom, I'm hungry!" I'm hungry, hungry! "Right away, right away, right away!" I replied to him, daring to cook tightly.

It was in this hectic and busy situation that the child passed through elementary school and junior high school. To put it in hindsight, I regret it now, I shouldn't have worked hard every day and night in the most critical stage of my child's growth. There are no parents around to help their children, and every day after school, they are alone at home or in the nursery class, and they are lonely and lonely, and slowly develop a slightly introverted personality and do not like to communicate with others. I can't say enough what it means to a child, not to mention a child, to an adult.

Some people say that the wealth and poverty of a family depend on the man, and the mood and atmosphere depend on the woman.

Why not. I know that I have been depressed about this, and I simply think that being busy can free me from depression, so that I can adjust my emotions and not cause too much trouble to myself due to emotional problems. Perhaps, what I think of as trouble is that I think that the piglets, who get drunk every day, are really annoyed to death, and I don't want to get angry and quarrel endlessly. After each quarrel, I was like a man who had tasted a storm on the sea, drowning half-dead and dizzy. But I am indeed busy, so busy that I don't recognize my six relatives, but unfortunately the standard of living is still standing still, and I am only old. Sometimes, life is more like a muddy road on which I stumble.

A month later.

On the day of the beginning of autumn, white clouds floated in the sky, as lovely as a flock of sheep. Autumn clouds are beautiful and mysterious, and a gust of wind rises behind each cloud to tell where it is about to be blown away.

In the hottest summer, the red face is printed with two charming dimples, and the smile is really beautiful. Before we knew it, we had become friends who didn't talk about anything.

I remember the first time I saw her, it was when my pot of pomegranate flowers was in full bloom, and her round face, when she spoke, was red and red like a pomegranate. The other day, early in the morning, I drew a pair of big watery eyes on the biggest pomegranate, and that was her! Oh, I like this friend of mine very much in everything, and I very much hope that she will live a happy and happy life. But she has always seemed to have her own old pig kidney, and she will never ask you to help her get an idea or something because of something, and she will be the master of one person. Although he grew up with Boss Lan's bare buttocks, and he is also a monkey, his temper and temperament are 108,000 miles apart. She is the least pretentious, the least ostentatious. Personally, I think that she is good everywhere, although she also has shortcomings, but no one is perfect, and it is rare to see a woman as good as her.

Red never told me about her relationship with Summer, she is a woman who will not reveal her feelings to anyone. People are like a pomegranate flower, and the pomegranate flower is the most in full bloom in midsummer, when the green is shady, the fragrant flower is lonely, the pomegranate flower is as dazzling as fire, the red is painted with vermilion, bright and dazzling, and it is very lovely. And her name has a red character, and her surname is Liu, Tongyin Du, which is an explanation of my own nonsense. You say she's not a pomegranate flower, but who can be! I've always wanted to grow a stout pomegranate flower and give it to her at the right time, maybe she won't understand my intentions at first, but I absolutely believe that it will bring her joy when the pomegranate flower is in full bloom.

The red in life is very easy-going, the same as when they first met, never put up a shelf with anyone, pretend to be garlic, or brag about cowhide. She has been living with Summer, of course, Summer is also Boss Lan's wave of bare dolls, but she is three years older than them.

I've heard Boss Lan tell the story of the relationship between Red and Summer before. Even if Hong hasn't confided in me that she likes the summer season for a while, maybe she hasn't thought about it, but the arrangement in the dark is that summer has been with her for most of her life, and it has been continuing, isn't it? That's exactly what happened now. Perhaps, emotional things, there is no chance to get together.

The time was the same when I was a child, but after the age of eighteen it was completely different. I think that the feelings of childhood are deeply buried in the heart, and you can't erase the time you spend in the second half of your life. For example, in some of the small circle cultures that are popular now, parents with similar backgrounds deliberately arrange for several children of the same age to grow up together, track and record their growth process, until they start a family, marry a wife and have children, and then continue like this. Of course, the relationship between these children who play together is precious, and the friendship and deep feelings in this life are different from those between the students in the school, and the cultivation is this kind of spiritual thing, to put it bluntly, this is actually a bare doll.

The dry work of the boring afternoon seems to be slow and boundless. Especially when you are overfed at lunch and catch up with the sky and have a slight fever, sit on the chair, pull it on the table or hug it with two arms, and the upper and lower eyelids begin to tear up.

In order to keep people from being lonely while sleeping, to put it bluntly, is to avoid sleeping like pigs, and sleeping is too ugly, so he took great pains to invent dreaming, which is really a miracle.

At this moment, I remembered that there was a class reunion dinner next week, and I felt like I had to buy a set of clothes.

When it comes to eating, I see that things inside the meal are always outside the meal, but it's really a university question.

As far as I am concerned, in addition to the work meals that colleagues eat together, the meals that I usually participate in are the hospitality meals of relatives and friends, and the summary meals of the company at the end of the year. I really haven't taken the time to think about these things carefully, and I was shocked when I thought about it. I don't think I'm even ordinary, I can only be considered mediocre.

At this time, Hong, who had finished lunch, sat there and began to squint. The shiny hair makes you feel like your eyes are black and darkened after looking at it for a long time. But this kind of oily hair is still different from Nizi's oily hair, in terms of hair quality, red hair is soft, thin, and docile like aquatic plants that grow obediently and regularly in the pond. And Niko's hair is quite tough, so tough that you don't know what to do, if you pull her hair up at the back of your head, it will fall apart in a short time, and it will return to its original appearance. I think if you want to braids Nizi, it's really a fool's errand. The hair is as stubborn as Nizi herself, but the oily hair is very stylish.

Of course, the beauties have their own beauty, which cannot be compared. It is true that the beauty of the two beauties is completely different, but I value them with the same heart. Sometimes I feel that people always abandon the most cherished things around them, and chase those colorful bubbles blown up by money, and they are still happy to do it.

At this moment, time hides in a no-man's corner, silently turning round and round. I think it is the Almighty God who is silently directing the pendulum to turn day and night, quickly urging people to grow old.

If one day, money can buy back a period of your former time, which period of your life would you like to look back on?