If we do not meet in a thousand years, will we continue to wait or ... In the women's locker room on the second floor of the basement, the female employees are busy dressing up, only one person is particularly unsociable, she slowly changes out of her work clothes, puts on her own clothes, hums a little song, walks to the washstand, looks at herself in the mirror, some messy hair, frowns slightly, and mutters to herself: "Damn, it's this virtue again! Raise your hand and quickly remove the rubber band on your head, maybe a little too hard, and there are still a few hairs wrapped around the band.

Rolled up the cuffs, turned on the faucet, got a little water on his hands, tied up the frizzy hair to the top of his head, and grabbed a few strands of hair from his forehead.

looked in the mirror again, and said with satisfaction: "Well, I finally look like a post-90s personality girl." As he spoke, he didn't forget to take out his mobile phone to take a selfie, standard scissor hands, and a sweet smile.

Finally, I glanced at myself in the mirror, felt that everything was fine, and strode out of the locker room.

It stands to reason that it is not yet time to get off work, just because Jackie Chan is going to celebrate his birthday in the hotel, and she, an intern who is a hanger, was pardoned by the department manager in advance.

Someone looked at the grand scene in front of the hotel in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, so many cute girls and little fresh meat are waiting in line to see Uncle Jackie Chan, it seems that I am still abandoned by the times if I don't chase stars." "I still shake my head from time to time.

Her eyes went from the door of the hotel to the subway station, and she came back to her senses after the security check. While waiting for the bus, I studied the map, and when I saw somewhere, my eyes lit up.

"Line 1 actually goes to Tiananmen Square!" After seeing that the time was still early, someone decided to go and see the magical Tiananmen Square.

Someone who has not been in Beijing for more than a month has not been to see Tiananmen Square, and if someone says it, he is afraid that he will blush for himself.

But it can't all be someone's fault, when I first came to Beijing, I didn't know the place, I had to find a house first, and after looking for a house, I had to find my own

"Food and clothing parents", by the time they finally settled down, it was almost a long time. Someone in the carriage couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and counted the number of stations: "Tiananmen Square is west, it's almost fast." ”

"Ahhh "The rest of the people in the carriage looked at someone rushing out like a monster.

Someone jumped out of the subway station, excitedly took out his ID card to the security personnel, and did not forget to give the security personnel a big smile, laughing so that the security personnel felt goosebumps beating all over their bodies.

Someone wandered leisurely in Tiananmen Square, and occasionally saw a foreigner and didn't forget to say something to others

"Hello!" is probably because she smiled a little badly, and her foreign friends didn't even take care of her.

The flag stand is blocked by water, but it's not a challenge at all for someone who is petite and delicate.

She got up and followed a five or six-year-old child in front of her into the front, with an unobstructed viewing position, allowing someone to score 120 points again for their ability to squeeze and resist pressure.

After waiting for two hours and one hour, the flag team stood in front of Tiananmen Square and walked in unison.

It's just that someone's eyes kept falling on the security guard standing guard on the periphery, and the security guard's rich expression amused the surrounding spectators, and someone was about to vomit blood with a smile.

After watching the flag-lowering in the sacred and amused, yes, it was the flag-lowering of Tiananmen Square. The crowd watching the flag was scattered, but it just dispersed and did not leave.

Someone also stopped and walked boringly, walked to the fence, and looked at Tiananmen Square across the street, except for the portrait of Chairman Mao, there seemed to be nothing special.

When she was about to turn around and leave, an inexplicable force pulled her, and she looked at the city wall of Tiananmen Square, where a woman in red stood on the wall in the raging wind, and the wind blew the woman's dress, but did not untie the woman's veil.

The woman was sad, she was angry, and someone was already clutching her chest and crying, she could feel the woman's sadness, she could feel the woman's anger, as if it had happened to her.

She muttered, "No, that's me." Yes, that's me!" Her head grew darker and her eyelids heavier, and she wanted to look at the woman again, to see her again, and to answer that it was pitch black.