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Not long after, Brother Zhang returned to the room, brought the chair backrest and placed it in front of the window, and slowly leaned down, closed his eyes gently, listened to the sound of the endless sound, and slowly relaxed his mood, and thought to himself: "If a person does not have the ability to be quiet, it will be difficult to go far and far."

After waiting for a while, he thought a lot, and couldn't help but open his eyes, took his mobile phone and posted an article for a while. Did he look out the window, patting the moonlight and the stars of the city at this time, and putting on different words.

Because I was disturbed by him, I didn't fall asleep. Looking at the icons he sent, I thought to myself, "This is also for him to see. Who said that the city has no moonlight? The city street lights and other people's house lights are moonlights and stars. These are also for him to see." Thinking and reply, "Don't give up on yourself."

These lights shine on the yard, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Perhaps it is because the car passes by, perhaps it is because the stars and moonlight in the sky secretly changes their faces, or the lights in other people's rooms are going out.

Seeing that he hadn't replied for a long time, I sent it: "Why is this?" He sent a wry smile icon and wrote: "I don't know the reason, I have nothing to do, I don't know why." I remembered Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty about the Red Cliffs before and after writing about the things he had done before and after, and couldn't help but frown and sent it: "Every ascends to the Immortality."

This time, he didn't reply to me immediately. He didn't care about so much. He got some tea and sent the tea set icon. I replied: "Drinking tea at night is not conducive to sleep." He thought to himself, "He still has opinions. In fact, people are so depraved." He quietly savored the scenery tonight, sighed at the charm of the world, and then slowly sent it: "Looking to the sky, the autumn in Chu is clear."

Facing the vast expression of Liu Yong's poems, I can't say anything. Thinking that he might have a dog biting Lu Dongbin, I couldn't help but hum, press my hands on my temples, and then said: "Three plays of plum blossoms will only make people **."

Afterwards, he sent the nodding icon, with the caption: "Will the good scenery appear in that corner of the earth?" I understood what I meant, and sent it: "The west wind will slowly lose to the east wind." He immediately sent it: "Will the west have the feelings for tonight?" I smiled bitterly again, cursed him in a bunch of words, and sent it: "The west wind hates pigs and cows, and will not feel the moonlight."

After waiting for a while, Zhang Yi Ge thought to himself: "I know that the moonlight tonight will not appear in the Western Hemisphere." Thinking of it, as if he was looking at the tea leaves stretching in the cup, he seemed to tell him the misty rain of spring to him, and then he sent him: "This is common sense."

When I looked at the poems about Fenglin and saw the usual words, I knew he was sad and thought to myself: "Behind the usual, there are often the result of the struggle of multiple forces. The few words of Hong Yingming of the Ming Dynasty said in the book are like wind, flowers, snow and moon, and they became the book beside the Taizu of the Heavenly Dynasty, and he often recommended it." Thinking of it, he sent it, "Cai Gen Tan."

Brother Zhang did not deny it and sent it: "I really hope to give this common sense."

I replied bluntly: "I knowingly committed it." When I went back, I couldn't help but put down my phone and looked at the moonlight outside the window. Thinking that I had just read the chemical words written by Xin Qiji, I thought to myself, "It's sometimes a good medicine." Thinking of it, I took the phone and saw that he didn't reply to me, I sent it again, "Ideal, bad."

However, he became stubborn and sent a picture of Shuangweiwai, with the caption: "At this time, I don't like to be materialistic. In fact, no one is alive anymore, so what's the use of objects that fight for it?"

Faced with such words, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, remembering the reports I saw in the media on weekdays, and had nothing to say for a while. After waiting for a long time, I sighed and sent it: "Oh!" After sending it, I couldn't help but shake my head and thought to myself, "I still can't say this. This will prevent people from being called crazy." Thinking of it, I sent it, "Nervous Language."

Afterwards, when I saw me explaining that this was the language spoken to the software engineer, Brother Zhang did not blame him and replied: "This afternoon, when I was waiting for a taxi, I was scolded for no reason." I knew something about this from his circle of friends and sent it: "Just scold him." He replied immediately: "It's not worth the loss." I smiled a little and sent it: "Identity."

Brother Zhang picked up the teacup, drank a few sips of tea, and after putting it down, he thought to himself: "If there is a moon but no wine, no matter how powerful Li Bai is, it is useless. Tang Bohu may not be able to write a sentence of peach blossoms flying all over the sky." Thinking of it, he sent it, "I can't ignore materialism."

When faced with no logic, I couldn't blame him too much, and replied: "Materialism or idealism, I really don't know which one is more or less!" However, he sent it: "I don't want to talk about the tall buildings." I sent it: "Why?"

After waiting for a while, he sent him: "I'm afraid of the cold." I remembered the dialogue between the tropical man and the polar bear, and quietly looked at the news on the mobile phone. When I didn't understand, I searched for the reports and tried my best to explain the logic behind it, but did not reply to him for a while. But he sent him: "It's too material and too idealistic."

I closed my eyes gently and thought to myself: "I write about international hot topics all the time, and I believe he often reads them. If an entrepreneur does not pay attention to this, it will be unreasonable." Thinking about it, I sent it, "Behind the chaos, people must establish a view of the overall situation."

He obviously did not agree with my preaching and sent me: "I just want to hope that the bright moon of my tonight can be hung in the distant sky thousands of miles, the stars of my tonight, and the charm of my tonight." I sighed and sent me: "The words at night are the cats crying for spring."

However, Brother Zhang did not blame him: "In this way, maybe it fell on her head and let her experience Li Bai's wind and frost." Seeing that he really moved the male hormones, I sent him: "I want to die." He still sent him: "Lovesickness turns into disasters and frost."

Seeing that I ignored him for a long time, Brother Zhang got up from the backrest chair, walked out of the room, went to the bathroom, returned to this room, leaned quietly on the backrest chair, and looked at the right and wrong before, and harassed me from time to time.

In this way, I originally wanted to block his number, but instead thought about the plot of the story I wanted, I put down my phone and thought to myself: "He drank a lot of tea and had to repeat this several times. Who told me to reply to him too much on weekdays? Time can make him gradually calm down." Thinking of it, I suddenly felt excited.

That was when he sent a picture containing red wine and goblets. I was speechless and sent it. "I was very depressed." He said that he was going to pour it into the red wine this time. However, he didn't know why this happened, so he suddenly stopped.

I looked at the picture: "He held a bottle of red wine in one hand and a high-legged cup in the other, and looked at the sky quietly." Thinking about it, he waited for a long time before sending it out, "Wine is the root of chaos."

Later, he sent another picture and said that he still didn't mean to drink wine, let alone pouring half of the drop of red wine. I had to send it: "Overbose movements! Don't do useless work! This is really incomprehensible." He sent the icon.

Seeing that he sent me a message with great pleasure, I was not interested, so I didn't pay attention to him anymore. Facing his questioning, I thought to myself: "I won't block him, it's better."

Later, he said that he walked into the yard and looked up at the sky. He didn't know how many rounds he had. That could only make people say four words: "Speechless!"

Seeing that I still had no intention of changing my mind, later on, Brother Zhang became a little rational and had to put the red wine bottle and the goblet cup back in place, and sent me a picture of regret, with the caption: "It's not good to drink alone at night."

I replied: "I accept your apology. You should think more about your work."

When he was facing my preaching, how could he listen? Brother Zhang still brewed a pot of black tea in the room and thought to himself: "No matter how much tea is, it is healthy." Thinking of it, he hummed softly inexplicably, and thought to himself, "I have to pause too." Thinking of it, he did not stop humming and sent me an icon.

This made me angry, and I sent it without hesitation: "If you throw it apart again, I will block you." He immediately sent an icon with the caption: "I started to sit next to my laptop, and I have to work."

Faced with his changes, even though the words were not smooth, I didn't want to take them to heart and sent them: "Everyone or thing has a look."

After that, Brother Zhang, he, did not bother me. He turned on his laptop, savored black tea from time to time, waiting for the online email, and thought to himself: "Is this an email to reply immediately?"

I looked at my phone, and from time to time, thinking to myself: "A boss who can't use emails is often uncomprehensible in today's society. For a boss like him, there will only be a lot of emails. In this way, he will be busy with things and no reason to give up on himself."

(End of this chapter)
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