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Carrying the broom, I came to the responsibility area downstairs.

On the way to work, Fang Chen kept thinking about how to talk to Wei Xiuyun, the department chair. Turn a blind eye to the snowy scenery along the way. Only then did I notice the leisurely and leisurely falling white snow and the beautiful scenery of pink and jade carvings.

I saw jade chips carried by the wind and dancing snowflakes. The sky is cloudy and the day is light, and the trees have beautiful branches. It's biting and cold, and the makeup is rough.

Fang Chen looked at the flying snow in the sky and felt very strange. In the past, he would wait for the snow to stop before letting everyone come down to clear the snow. Why are you so anxious today?

At the same time, I also felt a sense of relief. Although she wanted to talk to the department director Wei Xiuyun about her thoughts and work problems, she was afraid of seeing Wei Xiuyun. The director always looked downcast when he saw her, and her strong aura frightened her.

His hands were stiff from the cold, so Fang Chen breathed some heat into them, tightened his grip on the broom handle, and started sweeping from the frequently traveled roads.

The broom sweeps on the soft and soft snow, just like a brush running on white rice paper.

One by one, the sweep becomes more stable and vigorous. My hands are no longer cold and my whole body feels warm. The snow has stopped. She straightened up, took off her hat and scarf, shook them, and looked around to find a place to hang them.

A person came in front of him. A bright red down jacket tightly wrapped his chubby figure. The same red hat and scarf also wrapped his face tightly, leaving only his eyes and eyebrows exposed. Fang Chen usually had a blind eye and was always afraid that he would not recognize someone he knew and lose his etiquette, so he said vaguely: "Hello, it's quite cold." But the man gave Fang Chen a vicious look and passed by.

The vicious eyes and stiff eyebrows were fixed in Fang Chen's mind.

Fang Chen knew who it was.

That is the best friend of the department director Wei Xiuyun. He is also a middle-level leader.

Every time she saw Fang Chen in the past few years, she always glared at him fiercely. Those vicious eyes made Fang Chen's heart tremble every time. Fang Chen had no interaction with her at all. He had been confused for many years and couldn't figure it out.

Hang the scarf on a tree branch. Fang Chen continued to sweep the snow.

With the sound of the horn, Fang Chen stopped his broom and quickly stood aside.

The people in the back seat of the car felt strange when they saw Fang Chen.

As the car drove past, Fang Chen looked at his watch. It was already past nine o'clock. Why hasn't anyone gotten out yet? I have been scanning for an hour by myself.

Then I thought: Everyone is busy, so I should do more if I am free.

Fortunately, this section of the road is almost finished. This is the first step. The green belts and small squares next to it are easy to clean.

When the battle moved to the small square, Fang Chen felt more energetic even though his arms were already sore. She has fully realized how to skillfully transfer the power of her legs and waist to her arms; how to hold the broom loosely with both hands, which is more conducive to the explosion of power; how to slightly turn her wrists before retreating after sweeping out. , to sweep the snow farther.

Fang Chen was sweeping the snow in the small square with a broom in his hand, but in his mind he was holding the brush in his hands, pressing and holding it, and swaying it on the white rice paper.

At this time, as soon as Dean Li arrived at the office, he called the director of the Logistics Management Office and the chairman of the labor union to reprimand them and ordered them to quickly organize people to clear the snow.

The director of the logistics department is very aggrieved. He sent people to sweep the main road at the west gate where cars often come and go early in the morning. Dean Li usually takes the west gate. Who knew that you, the old man, took the east gate today.

The union chairman is even more aggrieved. This matter has nothing to do with him, okay?

All departments in the hospital suddenly became lively, and everyone walked out of the building with brooms in hand.

Fang Chen was completely unaware of all this, she was completely immersed in her own world.

She suddenly understood why her calligraphy had stalled over the years.

She swept it carefully, feeling it silently, and slowly a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Yu Meifang has just received a notice from the labor union asking teachers who have no classes to clear the snow. She was secretly proud in her heart, haha, Fang Chen probably had almost done the sweeping. Look, how far-sighted I am! Praising myself in my heart, I went to the corridor and shouted twice, took the digital camera I had prepared, and led everyone downstairs to the health responsibility area.

Fang Chen heard a commotion in front of him and looked up. It turned out that Yu Meifang was bringing everyone here. The smile on Fang Chen's face became even brighter.

When Yu Meifang saw Fang Chen's rosy smiling face, she felt inexplicably angry. She immediately turned her head and shouted vigorously, "Everyone spread out, one person at a time, hurry up, finish your work early and go back early."

Everyone kept a distance from Fang Chen intentionally or unintentionally, and they all started to sweep away.

Fang Chen lowered his head and continued to sweep the snow.

Yu Meifang was busy taking photos for everyone.

A few minutes later, everyone built a snowman and took photos with great joy.

Fang Chen watched from a distance. Although the snow had been swept away, she felt that leaving at this time would disturb everyone's interest. Moreover, the scenes of everyone's movements and the snowman were beautiful and very pleasant to watch.

After everyone had made enough noise, Fang Chen silently followed everyone back into the building. All the while I was thinking about how to talk to the director.

At the door of the director's office, Fang Chen was hesitating when the door suddenly opened and the director walked out fully dressed.

"Director, I..."

Wei Xiuyun glanced at Fang Chen coldly, "I have to go to the courtyard for a meeting now."

"Oh, oh, you're busy." Fang Chen took a step back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the director's tall back, what stood out in Fang Chen's mind was the cold eyes and stiff eyebrows.

Fang Chen's heart moved, and he remembered that he had just seen the director's best friend's eyebrows also look like silkworm eyebrows.

She suddenly thought that eyebrow tattoos were popular in the past few years. Not only did the director have eyebrows, but there were also several female teachers of her age in the school who had eyebrows that were as fake as the director.

Eyebrow tattoo, tattoo, eyebrow tattoo can probably be considered a kind of tattoo.

Fang Chen suddenly understood: He was in trouble, he was in big trouble!

On second thought, no, maybe I am judging a gentleman with a villain's heart. The director is the leader, how could he be so petty? Moreover, the casual private chat with the students a few months ago would never reach the ears of the director.

How did Fang Chen know that the chat with the students not only reached the ears of the director, but was also an upgraded version with added ingredients?