I worked overtime until late at night, and at eight o'clock, Hai Xiansen silently came to my office

I didn't speak, I sat alone and quietly picked up my phone, and occasionally got up to help me refill a glass of water.

Remembering that he was still dragging his tired body with a cold, and when he wanted to pour him a glass of water, he found that he had fallen asleep on the small sofa in the office wrapped in his clothes.

On the way home, I followed not far away, occasionally naughty and raced, but when I couldn't catch up, I would stop and wait

Is every relationship a search for happiness in the midst of noise?

Is every feeling gradually deepened in the ordinary?

Is every relationship waiting to be accompanied in silence?

When I got home, I cooked a sweet water pear for Hai Xiansen, and practiced the piano next to me, when the teacher's shelf was brought up again, and he would laugh at me for being too stiff and unaesthetically pleasing to the strings, and then teach me his newly learned fingering.

Suddenly, I felt that such a scene was very familiar, as if I had the same picture in a dream.

Is it that people of our generation are too Buddhist, but they are seeking ordinary and light in this age group that should be noisy, is this the most true way of life?

"An Ruo's Notes" Chapter 6 Waiting is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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