Suddenly, the madman felt a sense of respect, because in the past, everyone, including himself, thought that the words written on paper by this fountain pen were definitely not words, but just a mass of ghost things that I didn't know what they were, so people would always say, what kind of ghost is this writing? Absolutely no one has ever said that this is the so-called pen lettering.

The madman looked up at the maîtress because the light in the hall on the second floor was dim at the moment, after all, the bright lights were only ready for the guests at all times.

Under this dim light, the female foreman's face flickered with some little starlight, like a dazzling beautiful Milky Way, and besides, the female foreman would be too close to the madman, so the madman blushed and heartbeat, completely forgetting that he was still writing, so he lowered his head and whispered: "Foreman, your face is shining." ”

The female foreman sneered, put a lot of watermelons in her hand on the mat, and said: "I'm in makeup, I haven't removed my makeup yet, I'll remove my makeup in a while." ”

The madman didn't know what the maîtress was talking about, or rather, he didn't understand what was going on in his own mind at the moment, it was very messy, because there was a special fragrance on the maîtress of her, and he didn't understand what it was, like some kind of strong floral fragrance, or it didn't seem to be, but the smell made his heart beat faster.

Then a few of the chefs next to the madman, who also slept on the second floor with mattresses, saw all this, they smoked cigarettes, laughed loudly, and said that the maîtress was too partial, and they also wanted to eat watermelon.

The female foreman seemed to hate them very much, and said loudly: "The boss bought it, and said that he couldn't finish eating it if he bought too much, so he gave it to us, and the boss asked me to come down and call you." ”

After listening to the words of the female foreman, several chefs scolded and scolded, saying that they didn't say anything earlier, they were really partial or something. Anyway, the chefs left the hall on the second floor to get watermelons.

At this moment, under the dim light of the hall on the second floor, there were only two people, the madman and the female foreman, the female foreman was full of smiles, gently picked up the pen and words written by the madman, looked at it, and suddenly spoke: "It's really well written, much better than me." ”

The madman panicked, thinking that it was absolutely impossible, because how bad his own writing was, but he knew that he himself did not know what he wrote. So in the original heartbeat, he was flustered again, trembling and whispering: "How is it possible, I don't write well at all." ”

The maîtress just smiled, as if not wanting to dismiss the madman's words, but gently picked up his fountain pen, which was just a hero brand fountain pen bought for four dollars and five dimes, and now it was in tatters, because it had been used for many years.

The maîtress picked up the pen, squatted on the ground, and wrote on the waste paper as she spoke: "I also wanted a fountain pen when I was a child, but my parents told me that only university students can use fountain pens. I studied hard, but I didn't even finish elementary school because I had an older brother at home who had to study. Now, I have the money to buy it, but I don't want it anymore, I just feel so tired, so tired. ”

yes, how can you not get tired? The hotel opened on time at 10 o'clock in the morning, and was busy until more than 23 o'clock at night, and sometimes even until more than 2 o'clock in the morning.

The madman looked at the charming smile on the face of the female foreman at this moment, and although the light was dim, he could still see that the female foreman's face was very red. Then the female foreman quickly put down the pen and got up, saying that she was going back to the dormitory and chatting with other female employees while eating watermelon.

In fact, the madman very much hoped that the female foreman would leave here quickly, because the female foreman was by his side, his own heart was beating faster, his breathing was a little unsmooth, and even his mind was blank, and everything he did and said was out of shape. But the figure of the maîtress had slowly disappeared from the edge of the hall, and the madman was praying that she would come back, and that she would continue to stay by his side.

Silently bowing his head, the madman saw the words written by the female foreman on the waste paper, there were only four words, which were: so tired, so tired.

Although the maîtress did write it while squatting on the ground, it was still better than that of a madman, at least recognizable. So the madman immediately recited these words over and over again, so tired, so tired......

Yes, maniacs have been standing at the door of the kitchen since ten o'clock in the morning, waiting for the food to be served, sometimes they don't get off work until one or two o'clock in the morning, and one stop is about fourteen hours, can they not be tired? I'm really tired.

He picked up the watermelon brought for him by the female foreman on the side and took a bite, it was so sweet! Sweet to the heart. While he was eating watermelon, he was still writing with a pen on scrap paper, over and over again, so tired, so tired, as if he was trying to imitate the handwriting of the maîtress because it was many, many times more beautiful than his own.

After a while, there was a lot of noise, and it was the chefs who came back with watermelons. They chatted as they walked, talking about some recent social phenomena, saying who was mixing well, who had cut someone with a knife, in short, they had a lot of fun. Of course, this is also the case when they talk about women.

And the madman is like a person who has been completely abandoned by this world, it seems out of place with them, and he can't talk normally with them, and the madman doesn't understand at all what they are talking about, of course, this topic has to be removed from women. It's just that the madman understands that men should not discuss women's topics, this is the behavior of hooligans, and adults have always warned children like this before, even teachers, so the madman doesn't understand, why this group of chefs can talk about women without any worries, haven't they been to school, or have they not been reprimanded by adults?

Just when the madman was thinking about these things, the topic of the group of chefs turned to the madman again, saying that the madman is like a psychopath, he comes out to work to make money, he is tired all day long, and he is still in the mood to write pen words? A few of them said that in today's society, nothing is without money, and they don't even have the qualifications to be a human being, so what's the use of writing? And you can't make money.

The madman knew that they were sarcastic and sarcastic about himself, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if someone was pulling at his heart like someone was dying, but what could it be? So the madman was speechless, just silently continued to write, and kept writing, so tired, so tired...... And this is written, as if it is really tired, it is tired, and the madman suddenly cries.

Fortunately, the lights in the hall on the second floor were dim at the moment, and they didn't know that the madman was crying, maybe it was because of this that they continued to ridicule the madman, right? And now the madman just feels that his heart hurts, and his heart is full of grievances, just like he used to write pen words by himself, and even his teacher said that he had a problem with himself, and he was at a young age, even if he studied a mess, he still had to write a pen word? Writing that word is nothing like bullshit.

Every time he thinks of what his teacher taught him, he wants to refute the teacher, there is only a pen in his world, this is all he has, except for the pen, there is really nothing. Yes, but this sentence never reached the ears of his teacher, because the madman is an outlier, a bad boy, a good teacher, so he will not listen to his nonsense.

The more the madman thought of this, the more he wanted to cry, and in silence, the crystal clear tears seemed to have burst the embankment, but despite this, he still thought about what the female foreman said about him before, and the writing was so good! This is the only time in his life that he has been recognized for writing with a pen, so he doesn't care about anything, and let the chefs continue to sarcastically mock him, he just takes out a cigarette, lights it, smokes it, and continues to write while crying.

……

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, the madman has been working in the hotel for more than half a month, if you have to use one word to describe the experience of more than half a month, then the most appropriate two words can be: so tired.

On this day, four or five summer workers came to the restaurant, both men and women, all of whom became waiters, and a boy became a waiter. As a result, the madman's workload was reduced a lot, but after a week, the landlady fired the new food delivery man, saying that he was not doing things well and was stealing food in the process of serving food.

The boy, who had been fired after a week's work, asked the female boss for his salary, who told him that the new employee had not been paid a dime for the first week he had arrived, and sent him away. The madman was very worried when he heard this, because he himself had not been paid for the first seven days. He had long since run out of money in his own pocket, and he had long since run out of cigarettes.

The madman told the forewoman about his doubts, and the forewoman told the madman that it was true that there was no dime for the first seven days, and that the female boss would recruit some new employees every year during the summer vacation, and then after seven days, she would be fired for various reasons. But the madman was not fired on the seventh day, which already shows that the female boss approves of him, isn't it great?

The madman got such an explanation from the female foreman, and he felt a lot better all of a sudden, and it was the first time he realized that this was a part-time job. That's what a part-time job looks like, huh?

In short, in the next, the female boss is re-recruiting summer workers, of course, she will also fire the girl, that is, on the seventh day, as for the reason is very inexplicable, one of the reasons why a girl was fired was that someone in the girls' dormitory reported that she slept at night and grinded her teeth, so she was not suitable to work in this hotel, of course, there were other inexplicable reasons.

However, these seem to have nothing to do with the madman himself, the madman is just a madman, he will only do nothing but feel very unfair to others, and even worry about whether he will be fired by the female boss.

Maybe once we humans are afraid of something, something will really happen? On this day, the chef who beat the madman before looked for the madman again, and beat the madman again.

This time, however, the madman fought back, and the chef was given a hard lesson by the madman, and even his face was covered in blood. The female boss dealt with the matter, saying that she fired the madman and said that the madman beat people like a psychopath.

It is useless for the madman to justify it, even if it is said that the chef hit him first, or even that he himself was inexplicably beaten by the chef on the first day of work, but the female boss has no will.

Well, let's be fired, I've been working for more than a month, how can this have some salary, right? The madman asked the female boss for his salary, and the female boss said that the salary was needed for the cook's medical treatment, and it was not enough, and she had to pay for it herself, so she asked the madman to get out of here quickly.

All of a sudden, the madman's sky collapsed, he didn't have a dime on him, and even since he was a child, it was the first time he came to such a far place, and it took more than an hour to ride in the car, how on earth should he go home? I don't even know the way.