"You exist deep in my mind, in my dreams, in my heart, in my singing..." The mobile phone rang incessantly in the bag. Jian Jian, who had just walked downstairs of the community, finally got out of the bag.
I found it inside, but the sound had been cut off.
After looking at the caller ID, I had no choice but to call back: "Hello? Sisi? What do you want from me?"
"Sister, you haven't replied yet? It's so late." A weak voice came from the other end of the phone.
Jian Jian smiled and his voice softened a lot: "Well, I worked overtime today, so I'm late. What's wrong? Are you at my place?"
"No way, I've been waiting for a while, and I'm really starving. Fortunately, a friend invited me to sing K, and I had some food and clothing on the way. I just called you to tell you, I drank the beer in your refrigerator.
Already."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but frown. Is this girl going to sing K again? She must be drinking again! Just when she was about to say something, noisy music came from the other end of the phone. Apparently she had already arrived at the KTV.
.
"Sister, I won't tell you anymore. We're here. I'll go to your place to have dinner another day. I miss your cooking. Tomato scrambled eggs are all good. I swear, I will never dislike your cooking skills again! Okay.
,Stop talking, let’s do this for now, bye!”
A "beep" sound came from the microphone, which fully demonstrated the resolute character of the girl opposite.
Jian Jian was walking on the old stairs at this time, climbing up one step at a time. She felt a little funny and thought to herself that this girl had a good life. She always liked to come to her place to squeeze in and starve with her. She really deserved it!
The two sisters' common hobby is to sit in front of the TV and watch football games with a beer, like big men.
Opening the door to the house, the room was deserted. Except for a few footprints on the ground to prove that Sisi had been there, there was no trace. I was annoyed that I had told her so many times to change shoes when I entered the house, but she was always afraid of trouble and just walked in.
Wearing shoes, he entered the room, then patted his butt and left.
Gritting his teeth, he took the mop and mopped the floor, vowing that if she didn't change her shoes next time, he would throw the mop in front of her and let her mop the floor clean! After finishing the housework, my stomach felt a little painful in protest, but I still feel better now.
I hadn't eaten yet, so I pulled out the cardboard box from under the bed, took a bowl of instant noodles, and put it in the boiling water to boil.
She doesn't think instant noodles are unpalatable, and there are many kinds. If you get tired of one kind, you can change it to another flavor. But everyone says that eating too much of this kind of noodles is not nutritious and has too many additives.
I feel funny when I think of those comments. What kind of food does not have additives nowadays? If you don’t eat it because of this, then there is probably nothing left to eat. It is said that even rice is used by vendors to make it white.
After a bowl of noodles, my stomach is full and warm.
After watching TV for a while, I like to find some entertainment programs to watch. I laugh along with the host's rhythm. I feel relaxed and excited to come to work tomorrow.
She goes to bed early, has a dreamless night, sleeps until she wakes up naturally without using an alarm clock. Sometimes it's because her biological clock is adjusted, sometimes it's because she goes to bed early, so she naturally wakes up early in the morning.
In short, she is very satisfied with this kind of sleep that allows her to wake up naturally. There are two great joys in life: counting money until her hands are soft, and sleeping until she wakes up naturally. Since she cannot achieve the first thing, she can achieve the second one by herself.
Feel satisfied.
Is this kind of life just called carpe diem? It’s not even petty bourgeoisie, but it can be self-sufficient.
In fact, there are thousands of urbanites like her, each settling in their own world and developing their talents.
The next day was Saturday. I simply got up early and went to the 4S store to drive my car out. I only hesitated for a while and then decided to go back to the company. The work I left yesterday was still there. I was in a hurry and forgot my notebook.
There is nothing wrong with leaving these tasks until Monday, but if she has things to do next week, it will only double her burden.
The car drove gracefully into the underground parking lot. As soon as she parked her car and got out of the car, she saw a silver-gray Jaguar speeding towards her. Her car was also silver-gray, but compared with that nice car, it was nothing.
Much worse.
She saw the body of the Jaguar suddenly turning 90 degrees and parked opposite her car. The people in the car got out. She was slightly stunned. This is really a terrible thing. She actually met her boss and came to the company. Yesterday she even let her go.
If you kill someone else's pigeon, does that mean it's your own fault? You bite the bullet and say hello with a smile: "Mr. Rong is great!" I thought to myself, as a boss, is it necessary to be so diligent?
Rong Jue's eyes swept across her face and landed on the tiny pearl earrings on her ears, which were pure white and round, and the corners of her mouth curved. He noticed that the first two times he met her, she didn't wear them. Yesterday
Seeing the delicate white earlobes with pearls, he smiled in his heart.
He had to admit that such pure and charming simplicity suited his taste very well.