"Brother, what a shame."

After sitting in the office for a long time, I smiled softly to myself, "Brother, you look like a puppy who has failed to fight for food." ”

Like a dog, he is the monkey who has given up the love between men and women in the world, and he is the monkey who walks on the road of learning scriptures in the west without desire and thought.

This monkey, just like you and me, quietly put away his anger and temper, no longer willful and naughty, and only cares about running around the workplace and cultivating the positive results.

It's not that you don't want to, but you don't dare to think about it, every time you think of a certain smiling face, the golden hoop on your head will become more and more piercing and miserable.

In a hundred years of life, who has not made trouble in the heavenly palace; Who has not taken a golden hoop; Who has not fallen in love with the floors; Who has never been alone on the road.

Looking at the photo frame on the desk, there were two men and women in their twenties, the man was unhappy and the woman was tender.

I gently blocked the frame with my hand, and kept telling myself that it was all over, that she was about to marry someone else, and that she would never have anything to do with herself again.

Maybe the only handover in the future is just to give the big red envelope to her wedding by herself.

The relationship between a man and a woman is like a bloodless war. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind counters the east wind, if you say where you lost in this relationship?

That can only be said to be losing when you fall deeper than the other party; I care more than the other person.

There is no way to settle for love, even if you are sleepless day and night for her, you turn the river and the sea for her.

In her opinion, it was not as good as the man looking back.

When I was a child, I wrote love letters to the girl I liked, and I always liked to tell her that I love you for the rest of my life, but as you get older, you will feel more and more difficult to say about yourself.

Either you don't love it, anyone can say it every time you play on the scene, anyone can say it; But if you really love, these insignificant words will make you feel like a thousand pounds.

Because the moment you're ready to say those few words, you start thinking about a lot of things.

For example, can you give her what she wants, can you give her what she wants, can you give her hope. When you figure it out, you may choose to give up and quietly leave.

That's maturation.

Life can't be as good as you think, but it's not as bad as you think, and a person's fragility and strength will be beyond their imagination.

Sometimes the fragile may be depressed because of a sentence or a familiar name; Sometimes you suddenly find that you have gritted your teeth and walked such a long way.

Busy and busy, like the strong donkey, only when he is tired of the day will he let go of his burden.

I just don't know, by that time, will anyone remember this busy donkey?

"Ding, ding, ding."

The phone on the desk rang, interrupting all my thoughts.

I picked up my mobile phone and connected, it turned out to be the phone number of the courier brother, saying that there was a courier for me, and asked me to go downstairs to pick it up.

Hanging up the phone, I muttered as I walked, I haven't bought anything online recently, how can there be a courier?

Could it be that the bad reviews I gave before were retaliated against by the seller? Send me a great Band-Aid?

This kind of thing is not uncommon, I often see news on the Internet such as buyers giving bad reviews and sellers calling to intimidate.

"Damn, it can't be that you have encountered such a strange thing, right?"

When I walked downstairs, I saw the courier brother standing by the car waiting for me, so I greeted me with a smile: "Hello, I'm Yang Jian, I'm here to get my courier." ”

The little guy glanced up at me, then took out a rectangular box from the car: "You sign." ”

After signing, I thanked the courier brother and ran back to my office with the package.

Before I opened the package, my hands were shaking, and after opening it for a while, a spring fist wouldn't suddenly come out and knock me down, right?

After much thought, I grabbed a folder and held it in front of me.

Maybe it's a pair of smelly socks? The kind that stinks, the kind that stinks, the kind of brick socks that haven't been washed in months?

Or is it a poop?

I patted my face lightly, not allowing myself to continue thinking about it, this is really terrible, people scare themselves, it is really more exciting than that curse!

In the end, I gave up on opening the package, after all, it was in the office, and if it was really some kind of spoof in it, how would I go home?

"Forget it." I subconsciously touched my neck, and the place where there was a necklace was now empty, and I remembered that it was just a dream.

"Let's open it when we get home."

Looking at the time on the computer screen, it was almost time to get off work, I cleaned up the office, twisted the package and left the company.

"Mom, Dad! I am back. ”

I reached open my door and subconsciously shouted into the house.

Unfortunately, no one answered me, I changed my shoes and walked into the living room, and found a note on the table, I put down the package and picked up the note and read it.

It turned out that my parents had something to do today, and asked me to get some food after I got home, and at the end of the note, my mother also naughtily drew a smiley face with a black ballpoint pen.

I threw the note on the table and nestled on the couch with my hands and feet, not wanting to turn on the TV or the lights, just wanting to be alone in a daze.

Suddenly, I felt that this scene was very familiar, and I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that I often squatted on the sofa alone in that dream.

In that dream, I didn't have a mother, and my father was on a business trip because of work, and the only one who could accompany me was a male ghost named Chick.

It's just that a lot of times this guy will run to hook up with other female ghosts and leave me alone at home.

The male ghost is not at home, and I like to hold my feet in my dreams, nesting quietly on the sofa alone, and not thinking about anything.

It's as if the world was so quiet.

Many times I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and when I see someone in a dream on the street, I will smile and walk over to say hello to someone, only to say who are you?

Whenever I did, I would pat myself on the head and apologize to the person with a smile that I had recognized the wrong person.

Actually, I didn't admit it at all, I had known them for a long time in my dreams, but they didn't know it.

I once went to find the man named Yang Guang, just like in my dream, she has always been accompanied by a girl named Xiaoying, but in the dream she was a ghost, and now she is a human.

There is no legend of the dragon king in this and that lake, but the legend there is a lake formed by the queen mother's mirror falling down.

I don't have an old girl named Xiao Wan, and there is no little white face named Mo Shuang in the Christian church near here.

At first glance, the two worlds are not connected at all, but when I look closely, I will find that the two worlds are so similar.

After a long time on the couch, I got up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and when I was about to go back to the bedroom after eating, I saw the package on the table again.

"Fight!"

I, who have always been a little cowardly, actually made such a big ruthless heart this time.

I found a knife to open the package, and there was a layer of wooden box inside, which looked exquisite, and it was very hard to carve layers of Chinese moire patterns.

"The packages are so beautiful, I don't think they should be used to prank people, right?"

Muttering to me as I opened the wooden box.

"Yang Jian, do you like gourds?"

"Like, what's wrong?"

"Then shall I buy you a wine gourd?"

"Wine gourd? What to do with it? ”

"No matter! Anyway, I bought it for you, you have to take it with you! Seeing a gourd is like seeing me as a person! ”

In an instant, the conversation between himself and Su Xiaoyue rang in his ears, and what was in the box was not a spring fist, nor a large band-aid.

Rather, it is a dark brown wine gourd with traditional Yang characters written on it.