On Monday, He Hansheng went to work again as usual.

He has been working for almost three months, and although he is still in the internship period, he is already feeling tired. The indifference between his colleagues made him feel no warmth at all, and he seemed to have been an outsider who could not fit in. Work is boring and depressing, like chicken ribs, tasteless food, and it is a pity to abandon it. But I can't stop working, because my wife and children have to support, and now my father's illness needs more money. He also realized that the jobs suitable for men, in addition to heavy physical work, are dirty and messy, and there are very few decent jobs. Since returning to Laiyi, I have hardly met a good job, and now I have truly become a slave to work.

In the interval between his usual work, he occasionally has a brief wandering, thinking that he is quite good, but why is he always so humble to live? He longs for freedom in his heart, and the company's management system and working atmosphere make him very restrained, and there is no room for his talent to be displayed. He wanted to flee, but he didn't have the courage. It is said that he is thirty years old, and the only comfort now is that he is married and has children, think about how confused and messy he will be if he doesn't have a family. Now family has become his only motivation to go on.

When working, he tries to maintain his best working condition, although he is not as excited as he is beaten, but he is also energetic and energetic. He hid all his loneliness and loss, and swallowed the tears of grievance alone in his heart. He rarely talks to others, because of his high level, he doesn't want others to see his embarrassment.

One night, after dinner, Jiejie had already slept.

He Hansheng snuggled up on the sofa and watched TV.

The wife walked out of the bedroom.

"You've been working for almost three months now, right?"

"Well, it's coming."

"Haven't signed a contract yet?"

"I'll ask our section chief later."

"Is there still money now? At the end of the month, it's time to pay off the mortgage again. ”

"There are more than 10,000 yuan borrowed from Jia Hao, let's use these first."

"Dad is going to chemotherapy again next month, and he won't have to borrow money."

"We'll talk about it then." He was also distraught and just wanted to clear up for a while.

Peng Jiahui went to the bathroom, "I'll sleep first." After dropping a sentence, I went to the bedroom.

"Hmm"

He Hansheng answered, still lying on the sofa watching TV.

Recently, life, family, work, and his father's illness have all left him exhausted. At this time, he just wants to empty himself, he doesn't want to do anything, he doesn't want to think about anything. He also had to admit that his state was a little decadent, but he couldn't change it. He wanted to take a break, to catch his breath

After a while, the sound of his wife's sobs came from the bedroom. He Hansheng listened, a little sad, and even more distressed for his wife. But he didn't try to persuade his wife, and he didn't know what to say at this time. In his opinion, it is better for his wife to vent well than to hold it in his heart.

He was watching TV all the time and seemed to lose track of the time. He was lazy and let the minutes pass by. It wasn't until all the lights on the opposite floor had gone out that he realized it was twelve o'clock at night. He couldn't help but blame himself a little, knowing that he was living so poor, he didn't want to work hard.

So, I immediately turned off the TV and went to sleep.

He shone the light of his mobile phone on his wife and son. The wife was already asleep, snoring softly.

He lifted the covers and slipped into the covers.

Tomorrow the sun will still rise normally and all the daily life will continue ...