Looking at it now, what Yun Poyue did between the girl Ling'er was indeed a bit hasty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although the incident happened by chance, it was reduced to necessity, and finally it was logical, which is in line with the historical process of the development of philosophy from the kingdom of necessity to the kingdom of freedom in a general sense.

But sloppiness is sloppiness.

Anticlimactic.

Hasty and vague.

Despite the silence of the parties involved, it is difficult to accept this fact.

But in the final analysis, this matter is a personal act, and it is very private, unlike writing a novel, which has to be explained to thousands of readers all the time. If Yun Poyue had to confess and give a reasonable explanation, then he would probably sigh and say helplessly: "We were too young at that time. ”

Being young is not a reason, it is a good excuse.

Who hasn't been younger?

Is there any young person in this world who is not energetic, desperate to perform, and always full of impulse to do things. Endlessly transform everything.

Although in reality it is possible to make a mess of everything.

But after all, people paid enthusiastically!

If there is a pay, there must be a return, which is probably the linear thinking, or inertial logic, of all young people's work. Plant melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans.

But what if a kind of millet is planted with weeds and hope, and when you go to harvest with confidence, you find the land barren?

Mistakes are naturally someone else's, and you are always right.

In other words, in addition to natural disasters, that is, man-made disasters, and the parties are only innocent victims.

Or in other words, those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me perish. Those who stand in my way die, kill gods when they meet gods, and kill Buddhas when they meet Buddhas.

So for a small increase in rent, he lured the hostess to the hotel, brutally killed her, and then dismembered her, put her in a suitcase, and threw her body into the river.

For 200 dollars, you can kill people, drag people's teenage children into caves, pour gasoline, and burn them to charcoal.

In order to pursue a girl, pay some time, money and affection, but do not get the corresponding return, pour sulfuric acid on her face, or use her flowery body as a target for knife practice, or strangle her throat and let her die of suffocation, or carry a murder weapon and touch her house to commit a bloody murder tragedy......

Yun Poyue people are middle-aged, and after understanding this truth, they cooperate with those young people who are not deeply involved in the world, lively, and paranoid and disobedient, and their hearts are full of vigilance!

There is always a process in everything, and no one can grow up all at once.

Those young people should be allowed to make mistakes.

This kind of lenient argument is a sentence that the old director Pandawa often said during the errand period at the Daming Post Office. Yun Poyue is familiar, and his back is like a stream.

Once at a meeting, he listened to the old director's saliva and enthusiastic speech, couldn't help but have a fever in his chest, turned around, leaned over and said to his colleagues: "The old director is broad-minded, high-spirited, and really good." ”

The colleague responded lightly, snorted through his nose, and after a while, said, "." ”

After pausing for a while, I was still feeling angry, and then I whispered, "Fart!"

Yun Poyue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt puzzled.

Later, after careful observation, he realized that the old bureau chief Pandawa was indeed very pertinent when he said these words. According to the fashionable words on the red-headed documents at that time, it was called "targeted". Specific to individuals, such as Xiaoyu, a female college student who is new to the university with a face like a peach blossom, a delicate appearance, and likes to wear a pair of thin white jeans, Xiaoqin, a receiver with eyes floating around and a round body like a bright moon, and Cai Jinhua, the assistant to the director of the bureau who is thin and thin, looks like a charm, walks like a willow swinging in the wind, has a thick layer of fragrant powder on her face, and twists her hips while walking.

When these women make mistakes and make mistakes in their work, Director Pan generally does not burst into a rage, but walks over with a grin, kind attitude and cordial tone: "Everything must have a process, and no one can grow up all at once." ”

As he spoke, he gently patted the other person on the shoulder (sometimes squeezing his hand) with a fat palm: "Young people should be allowed to make mistakes. ”

Sometimes it is said, "Don't be afraid, no one is a sage." It's time to pay the tuition. ”

Before leaving, he repeatedly admonished: "These things can be big or small." Say big or not, say small is small, say big is big, say small is not small, you must seriously reflect and write an inspection. Hand it over to my office before you get off work!"

All the employees of the post office knew the problem of the old director, and as soon as they saw which female comrade was called to the office or talked alone, everyone squeezed their eyebrows behind each other's backs: "Look, whoever is going to be □□ again." ”

This is, of course, an ambiguous and obscure statement.

The meaning is clear.

Especially when it comes to the year-end evaluation of job titles and salaries, Director Pan is even more overwhelmed.

It's busy.

Male employees all stand aside, where it is cool and where to stay, and Cai Jinhua, assistant to the director next door, is responsible for reception. As long as the materials submitted by the almost good-looking female staff in the bureau, whether it is a resume, an application report, or a review letter, Director Pan will always give the same instructions with a stroke of the pen:

Regarding the receipt of the report of Comrade XX (adjusting salary, assessing professional titles, reviewing, asking for leave, and reimbursement of medical expenses), the reply is as follows:

First, the above two points are rather bloated.

Second, the bottom part is slightly hairy.

The meaning is unclear, and the main line is unclear.

Hopefully modified as appropriate.

Daming Post Office.

July 26 of the first year of Hongwu.

Then there is modification, modification, and modification.

No, no, no.

Every word seems to be blood, and ten years of hard work is unusual.

You want to learn poetry, and your kung fu is outside the poem!

Individual people with high comprehension naturally comprehend and comprehend, and finally see color because of emptiness, from color to love, to pass on love into color, self-color Wukong, until the old director Pandawa is satisfied.

The sage said: A soldier who does not want to be a marshal is not a good soldier. A subordinate who does not understand the intention of the leader is by no means a good subordinate. (You may even be booked)

But when Yun Poyue was on an errand, he always treated the internal disputes in the bureau indifferently. This is not because of his noble character and indifferent temperament, but because he is a soft-spoken person and just a temporary worker.

It's not in the system.

It's none of your business, hang high.

Where does the fight come from?

Besides, due to gender differences, Yun Poyue can't be like those female colleagues, dressed up in fancy ways, scrambling around the leader, racking her brains to invite pets and flattery to her superiors!

He just eats and dresses himself every day and does his job with all his heart.

In the afternoon, I went to the "Capital No. 1" Fugui Villa to deliver mail, and went back to the canteen for dinner at noon. If you are not busy in the afternoon, you can ride a wooden bicycle on two wheels and take another trip to the Twelve Oaks Manor in the north of the city.

That's it.

Collect the troops and return to the camp.

There was nothing to do in the evening, he went to the night market alone. For two or three pennies, I bought a packet of salted boiled peanuts or green edamame at a food stall, and then sat on the side of the road, stilted on my legs, looking at the bustling pedestrians on the road, peeling peanut edamame shells in my hands.

Compared to the remote countryside with no food and the lumberyards that resemble cattle and horses.

Yun Poyue is content with the status quo.

Satisfied at the moment.

After receiving his first month's salary, he haggled at a stall in the night market to buy himself his first white shirt, navy blue pants, and a pair of old leather shoes.

When Yun Poyue returned to the dormitory and changed into this outfit in front of the mirror on the wall, he was so surprised that he couldn't recognize who the handsome young man on the other side was. )