101 Is she still in bed?
When he came to the workshop, he was still sleepy, and the stationmaster came over and said with a smile: Fang Qiang, you are sleeping too much. Fang Qiang smiled and walked to the car to work. Zhao Liang was matching the remote control to the car, and while watching him finish, he whispered in his ear: I'll go to your dormitory to sleep for a while, and look for me if something happens. When he came to the dormitory, he fell asleep, until Zhao Liang came to call at lunch, he shook his head and went back to sleep. People who came to repair the air conditioner in the afternoon, Zhao Liang checked the air conditioning system with refrigerant, but the air conditioning compressor did not work, I heard the master say that it was not a problem to see if the pressure switch was a problem, and it was good to measure the switch on and off with a meter, standing in front of the car and touching the scalp I didn't know how to judge, so I had to go upstairs to find the master, walked with the right foot and slipped and climbed to the stairs, stood up and my feet hurt, bumped to the master, and called him to wake up softly, and told him about the maintenance of the air conditioner just now, and listened to his advice; Zhao Liang happily turned around and left. I really let the master say it was accurate, but the workbench had to be dismantled to install it. He went to explain to the stationmaster the size of the work, which would not be completed until the end of the day. The webmaster went to communicate with the customer again.
He couldn't sleep either, thinking that he might have to dismantle the workbench, so he came down early and saw Zhao Liang dismantling the workbench, and he was also sitting on the side. The sun was shining outside in the car, and the moving vehicle was under the corner. The driver also came out, standing aside and watching, Zhao Liang's eyes were secretly staring, thinking to himself, you should go quickly, it will get in the way. Zhao Liang knocked on the right air outlet with a flathead screwdriver, but before he could pry it, he left a trace, and the driver's eyes focused on the air outlet and his eyes widened. Fang Qiang noticed the driver's ugly expression, so he said, "You pry from the inside." Zhao Liang's hand reached in from behind the instrument, hugged it from behind the tuyere, and pushed harder and harder, and the tuyere fell from the driver's shoulder to the back seat like a gun. The driver stepped aside. Fang Qiang took out the stool from inside, moved to the car, and said, Master, I'm tired of standing. The driver sat down with a smile.
The shadow of the sun is getting longer and longer, and the clouds overhead move in different postures. The sky is blowing a cool and swishing wind, which is really comfortable. Disassemble the heater, remove the evaporation box, and install an electronic thermostat to restore the original state. The driver took out a cigarette and handed it out, Fang Qiang caught it and put it on his ear, Zhao Liang shook his head and said no, the driver smiled and persuaded him; Zhao Liang smiled but did not speak. The stationmaster didn't know when he came out of the workshop and stood in front of the driver. The stationmaster saw Fang Qiang with a paper cigarette stuck in his ear, took it off, and said, "I'll keep it for you, and smoke it after work." Fang Qiang realized that his appearance violated the regulations for a while, and hurriedly said, "I'm afraid that I will break the master's paper cigarettes, so I will hide them, and let you confiscate them."
The house was framed, with herringbone steel beams covering the roof and glass windows. The sun was shining obliquely on the sandy ground, and workers were busy constructing the two huts under the big house. A pre-sales office in front of the building, a new car should be placed in front of the building, and the back is used for after-sales office, and the front of the building is used as a repair workshop. The machine was running, noisy and harsh, and Mr. Liu looked up. The Mid-Autumn Festival will be able to move in, and the scale will increase, but the rent will increase, and the sales and after-sales performance will have to be higher.
After work, I left the noisy workshop, crossed the road to the river and walked back slowly. A slight breeze blows, and I sighs, ah, it's so cool. There were a lot of people walking by the river, and as he walked, he remembered Li Lilai, and he didn't know if she had gone back. It's really incomprehensible to choose someone else to get married and disturb someone else's life that has just quieted down. He went back to his room and looked over at the bed, which was neatly folded, and on the bed lay a blank piece of paper with a Chinese character on it; He wrenched it up and threw it on the ground, and scolded with trembling hands, "Don't bother me."