Wu Xie, see you!

In this way, I fell asleep "regularly" on Sunday.I woke up naturally early on Monday morning. Although I still had no energy, my nose was stuffy and runny, but my head and body felt much lighter, and I obviously felt much better.After sweating all night, my body was very sticky. I looked at my phone and saw that it was still early to get up and take a hot shower.However, when I was squeezed in the subway, I still felt that the soles of my feet were rootless, and I didn't care about public morality. Ignoring the white eyes of the girls around me, I occupied a pole to lean on alone.After finally getting to the company, I didn’t dare to eat pancakes and roujiamo anymore. I obediently bled profusely. I bought a chicken panini at Starbucks downstairs and asked the clerk to heat it up. I was afraid I would lose energy and bought another cup of coffee. But I can't taste the sweetness of caramel.

Arriving too early, there was no one around, and I suddenly felt as if I had lost my memory when I sat in my seat.But two days, like two years later, I couldn't remember if there was any important work today, so I quickly took out my notebook to confirm, and saw that only the daily tasks were to be completed before I could eat breakfast with peace of mind, and I didn't rush to turn on the computer.

When I just finished eating, the fat man came, earlier than usual, walked behind me and patted my shoulder with his bear's paw: "Naive! I haven't seen you for two days. Do you miss me, Fatty?"

I raised my head sincerely and nodded: "I want to die." I deliberately put the accent on the word "death".

The fat man was stunned, blinked, said "Fuck me", and pulled me up from the chair: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Seeing his terrified expression, I wondered if I was sick?Maybe I'm too nasal.So he smiled and said, "I have a cold."

"No, no, it's not this," the fat man looked me up and down, "Why...you lost weight! You're out of shape!"

I touched the flesh on my face, and it was all right, so I asked, "Is there any?"

He stretched out his hand and pinched my face: "Yes... ouch, my little face seems to have lost at least... a couple of ounces."

"Two taels? Hahaha, I think you are the only one who can lose weight in the whole company. Besides, it's a good thing to be really thin." I pulled his hand down and patted his stomach, "Some people want to lose weight but still can't, don't envy me too much."

"Go away and stop making trouble! I'm telling you the truth!" The fat man slapped my hand.

I saw that his expression was quite serious, so I quickly put away my hippie smile, stood up straight and cleared my throat: "The belt is getting wider and you will never regret it, you know that you are haggard because of Yixiao?"

The fat man nodded, and immediately widened his eyes as if he had realized something: "Fucking naive, are you broken in love? When did you fall in love! How dare you hide it from the organization!"

I suppressed a smile and pretended to be sad, stretched out my hand to grab a long curly hair on his shoulder, and hummed twice in a heavy nasal voice. "I deliberately turned a blind eye, there is her hair on your coat," and then stuffed the hair into his palm, "The fat man has someone else behind my back, can I not be broken in love, these two days I don't think about tea or food... "

"I have to stop, I thought there was some gossip, I believed your evil!" After the fat man finished speaking, he tilted his head and looked at his shoulder, and muttered, "I have a car restriction today." Then his face was full of nympho, As if reminiscing about some sweet dream: "Hey, this crowded subway is really a beautiful thing in the world! The big girl with Pan Erjing and Tiao Er Shun bumped her head into my arms, hehehe."

I rolled my eyes in my heart, virtue, future, you fucking try to squeeze one every day, a typical full man doesn't know how hungry a man is hungry!I glanced at him, thinking about the right medicine to cure a person, and waved behind him: "Morning clouds!"

Sure enough, the fat man stopped immediately, threw away the hair in his hand like an electric shock, and secretly wiped his hands on his pants, looking back with a sunny smile.The point of laughter was so low that I almost died from laughing, as if I have never encountered anything more ridiculous than this in my life.I couldn't help laughing, and of course the result was that I was cut off with a big grin, but the fat man must have been merciful in order to take care of me as a sick man. If the knife in his hand was a real knife, he would probably have cut off a few stupid hairs .

After sitting down, the corners of my mouth were still refusing to return to the original position, and kept twitching.Thinking back on what happened just now, I was pleasantly surprised to find that not only did I heal a lot from my illness, but I was also able to laugh.Not only can you laugh, but you can also make jokes.It seems that my brain is not burned out, I still have the same style, I am still me, it is a firework with a different color, it has not changed, it is good to be able to go back to the past.

Today's breakfast, although I still feel a little greasy because of my appetite, but that panini is the best meal I have eaten in the past two days, no matter in terms of taste, nutrition, and price.It's like the difference between surviving and living, I made it through and now it's a rainbow after the rain, rebirth after the ashes.I grabbed three paper towels, folded them together and blew my nose vigorously, thinking that the sky hasn't collapsed yet, has it?Everything has passed, but everything is still going on, I am still alive, I still have work to do, and good food to eat. This is exactly the rhythm of Everythingisgonnabealright!I suddenly seemed to have gained some enlightenment. Although my head was still dizzy, I felt refreshed mentally.This feeling is indescribable. If it weren't for my sore throat, I would have held the fat man's fat hand and sang "Entering the New Era" affectionately.

I have never found that screenshots and textures, making PPT without technical content are so popular and lovable!With the pity of "I will treat you well", I put on the jacket I specially brought, and while making screen copies of the weekend and today for three days, I sucked my nose and sighed. It is a blessing to have work. thing!

When I was working hard, the fat man touched me and said that he had an appointment at 10 o'clock, and he wanted me to accompany him to smoke a cigarette before he came.I had a bad throat, so I went with him, and only lit one with him, without smoking.But who would have thought that Fatty hadn't taken two puffs of his cigarette, and the "Internationale" in his trouser pocket was echoing in the corridor.He took a look at it, frowned and said "fuck", but immediately changed his smiling face when he picked it up: "Are you here so early? Uh-huh, I'll go right away when I know." After hanging up the phone, he smoked three times in a row. He muttered a big puff of smoke. "Tsk, it's still 10 minutes away. Fatty, I can't even smoke a cigarette!" He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, walked to the stairs in two steps, and seemed to remember me, and shouted to me as he went downstairs : "Grandpa, the person I'm dating has arrived, let's go down first!"

Hearing the sound of pounding footsteps getting smaller and smaller, I glanced at the cigarette in my hand, and the ash from the burning ash fell off with a snap.I really don't know why I came here, I can't laugh or cry.Just as I was walking towards the ashtray to stub the cigarette back, the door was pushed open.I looked back, my heart was cold for the most part, and I froze my steps and movements.Damn, why does the fat man leave me with a... a situation that makes me want to cry but has no tears every time the fat man smokes and runs halfway.

The man was stunned when he saw me, then looked up and down, and said with a smile, "Yo, good morning, little third master!"

I looked at the remaining half of the cigarette in my hand, thinking that it would be too fake to say that I would go back after smoking, so I turned around and smiled reluctantly at the sunglasses on the senior brother's face: "Good morning."

He unhurriedly took out his cigarette and lit it, and exhaled: "You don't look well, listen to this nasal sound... you have a cold?"

I didn't want to answer, so I really didn't answer, but said in a pretendingly relaxed tone: "You don't look quite right, what's wrong? Could it be such a coincidence that you also caught a cold?"

He smiled. "I'm not like your small body." After teasing me, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples. "I went out to drink with my friends last night. I'm a bit big, and I haven't sobered up yet."

Have you been drinking?It's nothing new that he's drunk, but today I'm a little afraid to answer this question, and I feel more guilty than the last time he was stunned by "Sunflower Acupuncture Hand".I said "Oh", and I couldn't even say "Drink less, your body is your own".

But who knows that I don't answer, and he, who usually giggles and giggles, doesn't say a word.In the stairwell, apart from the sound of his puffing, it was so quiet that one could hear the crackling of burning tobacco.I couldn't see his eyes, and the sunglasses were his perfect cover, making it hard to figure out what was going on in the heart of this man with a hippie smile and a serious expression.I didn't even dare to look at his sunglasses. I lowered my head and flicked off a pile of soot.

"That's right." He said suddenly.

I don't know whether to be thankful that he finally spoke, or to be nervous about what he's going to say next.

"Did you watch it live? How was it?" He took a puff on his cigarette and asked me with a smile.

Sure enough, I should still be nervous... I heard a thump in my heart, and then my heartbeat began to fluctuate. I couldn't tell whether he was asking casually or trying to ask something on this topic.I could only make myself laugh, showing an excited look, and nodded my heavy head wildly: "I've gone! It's so lively! It's the first time I've been to that kind of place, and I think it's very interesting."

"The ticket is really right for you, as long as the third master likes it," the black glasses clucked twice, and lowered his voice, "Who did you go with? Didn't you expose me? This ticket was still on May's mind a while ago, I said I forgot where I put it, and I can't find it..."

"No! No," I hurriedly said, "I didn't even tell Fatty. I went with my college classmate. It happened that we hadn't seen each other in a long time. Let's catch up. He is a rock fan, he almost knelt down to me hahaha .By the way, he is still giving me science while watching it..." I forced myself to look directly at the pair of sunglasses, and as I talked, the more I talked, the more realistic it became. Together with the fake pictures in my mind, I could even deceive myself passed.I just went with my classmates, not others, and I can still speak thousands of words without stuttering.

He giggled twice, did not speak, and took a drag on his cigarette.Subconsciously, I raised my hand and took a sip.Because of a cold, the smell of smoke is very strange, and when I inhale it, my throat hurts.He just smiled and didn't answer, it's impossible for me to say that I don't feel guilty, so I hurried to find something to say: "That... disk..." But he interrupted me: "I said don't worry, just give it to me before July .”

"Oh, good." It was quiet again, I glanced at the cigarette in his hand, wondering why it burns so slowly, big brother, can you please take two more puffs?Helpless, I can only continue to search for words: "That's right. Your suit jacket is still with me. It has been sent to be washed, and I haven't bothered to pick it up. I..."

"No need." He interrupted me again.

"Ah?" Why not?I didn't know what he meant, I just stood there wondering.

He took a puff of his cigarette, and walked towards me while exhaling white mist. The cigarette was obviously still half full, but he threw it into the ashtray, then made fun of me, and repeated it again. "I said no need," I, who still didn't understand, turned around and walked to the door, pushed the door open, and looked back at me again, "Keep it for yourself, I'll see it off for you."

It turns out that "no need" means this.give me?Why send me a good one?I was about to say how to do that, the clothes are not cheap, he continued: "I have a problem, no matter how good the clothes are, as long as others wear them, I don't want them anymore." for a moment.

The door closed before my eyes.I stayed there with my whole body, as if I saw his eyes through the sunglasses, those eyes could see through everything, and I seemed to hear... something in his words.No, no, I told myself not to think too much, not to contact blindly, it was just like that on the surface, and there was no other meaning.

But it doesn't work...

There was only a cigarette butt left in the cigarette in my hand, and I took the last puff.Without the transition distance, this last puff of cigarettes was very hot, not only in my throat, it was so hot that my lungs hurt.I coughed a few times, walked to the edge of the steps and sat down, venting all my strength.The world is dizzy, the future is dark, and it seems that my last breath has been exhausted with the smoke.

Still know, right?A shrewd person with black glasses... So why on earth did you come to provoke me and say you like me?I have nothing now, are you satisfied?Thinking that he might not have a good result, I really wanted to balance myself with a vengeful mentality, and even gloated and laughed at him for what he deserved.But all I can do is pull the corner of my mouth, I can't smile at all, and my chest hurts.It turns out that in Qiong Yao's drama, those scalp-numbing dialogues are all true, my heart hurts so bad, broken you, broken me, etc., but I don't know why it hurts at all.Panini's consolation disappeared without a trace, and I was like an injured athlete who was halfway through the run and the effect of the stimulant disappeared. Just like that, I was beaten back to my original shape.

The roommate who asked me to be a fan to chase the goddess.He is the living treasure of our dormitory, a 188-year-old Northeast man, humorous and forthright, listening to him is like watching Zhao Benshan's sketches live.After this roommate broke up with the goddess, he took us to get drunk with him, and after waking up and being hungover for a day, he still lived heartlessly, no different from the past, so we didn't pay much attention to it.But one day I discovered that he had changed his QQ signature from "Brother Doubtful" to something that didn't match his personal style at all: "Butterflies can't fly in the ocean, no one has the heart to blame".

Since then, my perception of him as a whole has changed drastically.Where are the rough guys?The human heart is fleshy, and all beings are equal before feelings. No matter how iron-blooded a man is, he will turn into soft fingers, and no matter how optimistic and strong his heart is, it will hurt.

At that time, he was squinting his eyes and playing games while smoking a cigarette. He seemed to feel my sympathy and tenderness. He tilted his head and asked me in Northeast Mandarin, slurred. "Kaha? Are you looking at brother?" Before I could speak, he smiled and continued, "Pull you down, brother, I'm not good at that." As he spoke, the cigarette shook up and down, and the ash fell off on the keyboard.It made me dumbfounded, and at the same time sighed in my heart, how many people in this world are using an indifferent smiling face to cover up their broken and lonely heart?

I didn't expect that it would be my turn to fight for acting skills, concentration, and trying to cover up so quickly.I'm not as lucky as him, I think I'm a good person anyway, good people always have good rewards.But why don't you give me face at this time, and come to expose me and force me to face the fact that "Wu Xie, you are not good at all, you are not happy"?And the black glasses did the most thorough thing. He just woke me up, and I had no power to fight back even if I was so fucking angry.

The sensor light was off early, so I lit another cigarette and watched without smoking.The little match girl is just like me.No, she is much more desperate than me, she really has nothing but a handful of matches, cold and hungry, while I have clothes on my body and food in my stomach, it seems that I am just... too lazy to move and don’t want to go back, in delay.

If the meaning is unclear, it's not that he didn't tell me.For example, when he came back from the last meeting, he told me what he said to me when he drove the car of Poker, and what he said when he gave me the mung bean soup made by Poker.But compared with today's sentence, it is not a heavyweight.Most of the previous ones can be regarded as my overthinking, but today's sentence, combined with his expression and aura, I can see that he is quite serious.If it's just because of a piece of clothing, there's no need to be so serious, isn't it?It's really not like his usual style.

Suddenly, I remembered that he once told me that he didn't do meaningless things, and only did them when he had a plan in mind, so he was almost sure that the clothes had something to say, and they were conveying a message to me.The information includes that he knows about us, and he doesn't want to be stuffy anymore.Then I thought he once told me that people like them don't look at the process but only the result, so I guess he doesn't want to know the reason, and he doesn't want any explanation.

I smiled wryly, thinking that even if he gave me a chance to explain, I would have nothing to say and no excuse.Because no matter whether I push everything to Poker Ping to speak for myself, or vice versa, it's wrong. , the result is death.I can only watch and wait for this ending to come, unless the person who controls fate is clear about public and private, and shows mercy.

When people are pessimistic, they think everything pessimistically, and they tend to plan for the worst.Thinking of this, I have given up hope of waiting for a review, promotion and salary increase, and even started to count the months directly with my fingers. I thought it would be better to change jobs after working for a year. Salary increase, serve multiple purposes.But after thinking about it, this circle is only so big. There are only so many people going around and jumping around. They are inextricably linked. I like it very much, even the aunt who told me to drink less coffee and more water, and the uncle who snores at night while guarding the door.I really don't want to leave unless I have to.

The smoke kept rising from the fingertips and lingering, changing constantly. I looked at it and suddenly felt very inexplicable in my heart. Really, everything is so fucking inexplicable.Am I wronged or not?How did such a good young man get involved in this kind of situation?How did things develop like this?

When I was very young, didn’t that old friend of my grandfather divination for me!Said that although I don't have the fate of being rich and powerful, I will live in peace all my life.I want to say I'm so fucking peaceful!I can get involved in the "Gong Dou" with every job I do, what a fart of Taiping!But thinking about it, it is estimated that no matter how powerful the master is, an upright young man who has lived for more than [-] years will suddenly plunge into the love and hatred between two men and become confused.

The backlog of doubts and depression in my stomach are in a symbiotic relationship, and they are completely proportional. The more questions I have, the more depressed I am, and the more depressed I am, the more questions I have.Until I could no longer carry such a heavy load, the result was an explosion. I was so angry that I felt an evil fire in my heart, and I stood up awkwardly.

I didn't know what vixen meant when I was a child, so how can I not know when I grow up?The female student who was called a vixen by her mother back then at least because she really liked my dad, she always found various reasons to contact him and wanted to see him, so why the hell am I acting like a third party now?Why!The injustice has its head, the debt has its owner, you ask him to warn you, why are you looking for me!I'm so innocent, it's none of my business!Where did I seduce him?It's not always that boring oil bottle who was paid a thousand dollars came to me and said that he likes me, and it's not that I like me...but I was suddenly stunned, and my momentum was gone.

I found that I seemed to have no way to say this sentence, it seemed that it was not the truth.Thinking about it from the beginning, too many details and too many clues make it impossible for me to say this sentence frankly.In this matter, I am not a completely innocent person. I am also responsible for the development of the situation today.It is not unreasonable to say that a slap cannot be clapped.Like he held my hand, I didn't treat him like that foreigner.Isn't that ticket I gave him willingly?It was obvious that the ticket had the possibility of being tested at the beginning, but in the end... it was given to him?

I covered my eyes and insisted on jumping in this game.Poker bottle said to me "I'm sorry, I misunderstood".Wasn't it me who made him misunderstand?Everything I say and do is an indispensable cause of the absurdity.According to my reactions, it's not really his misunderstanding... Although I have recognized this fact, I still don't want to admit it, I'm so fucking unwilling!And I can't figure out why he still wants to say that he likes me when there is someone else.What the hell does he mean?If I don't say anything, I can still treat him as a beast with an upright appearance and a dirty heart, just wanting to play, then I can at least spurn him as a matter of course.But I can't take his "I like you" that he said with sincere eyes and gentle tone as the hypocrisy of a well-dressed beast when he gets on his head.

When I can't see the problem clearly, I'm always used to relying on my intuition and trusting my heart, but now my heart is stuffed with hemp rope, tied with intricate and various knots.I don’t know which knot hides the knife, and keeps poking me with the beating and contraction of the heart, but I can’t untie it. To be precise, I have no way to start.

What is the truth, I have nowhere to prove.How to seek evidence?What's the point of asking for proof?Even if you really go to seek proof, then what?There are some things that you don't want to face, so you don't have to face them, such as my family, I have to go to work, I have to work, I have to look up and down with black glasses...

The time is almost up, even if I am constipated, I am almost going to prolapse.I threw the second cigarette that had burned out far away into the ashtray, then rubbed my hair, sighed while holding my head, got up and went back to the office.

The fat man hasn't come back yet, Ah Ning doesn't know what to say over the black glasses.I pretended I didn’t see anything, went straight to my seat, sat down, unlocked the computer, and picked up the half-finished PPT just now.After working on a few pages, Aning came back, seemed to be in a hurry, patted me on the shoulder to say hello, and hurried past.When I looked up, she had already sat in her chair, and I was relieved that she didn't notice anything strange about me.

Most people who are sick are eager to care, but I am in such a strange mood right now. I hope that everyone should treat me as air and not see me, so don't care about me.I don't want to laugh and explain to them why I am like this.My acting skills are very poor, and I no longer have the ability to make jokes with the fat man as casually as I did just now.The dying camel can't bear the last straw, and this straw may be a word that no one cares about.

The MSN dialog box on the taskbar flickered at this moment, and at the same time, the landline on my desk rang.I couldn't tell whether I was disturbed by MSN or the ringing of the phone, my whole body trembled while I was in a daze while copying the screen. The dialog windows of MSN are superimposed and integrated, so it is hard to see who is looking for me.I actually felt that the phone call at this time was almost a kind of rescue for me, so I answered it decisively without glancing at MSN.

"Hello? You..." Before the word "good" came out, the other party said: "Little Sanye, come here, I have something to see you." As soon as he opened his mouth, I knew who it was. I looked over there.The black glasses were holding up the phone and looking at me. Seeing me looking at him, he waved to me, so I nodded and said, "Oh, good."

To be honest, I really don't want to have any contact with him now, but I also know that this is not realistic at all.He looked normal, with the corners of his mouth curled up and his teeth white.It's not fair, it's really his grandma's unfairness, why can he wear a pair of sunglasses so that others can't see his heart.This is completely against the dark!Am I supposed to wear sunglasses to work tomorrow too?When the two of us meet in the future, you will laugh and I will laugh too, sunglasses versus sunglasses?

"What's the matter?" I asked standing beside him.

He pointed to the screen to show me, I glanced at the company mailbox interface, there is an English email.

"Jason just sent it. I want a report on last week's activities."

Except for some ordinary small assistance work, he seldom comes to me directly for this kind of formal brief.Our next task is to send emails from the company mailbox, and there are procedures for sending, forwarding, and copying emails at each level.How did you skip Claire, Aning, and Fatty so many levels today?I glanced sideways, and Claire's computer wasn't turned on, as if she didn't come.That can also be sent to Aning and Fatty... The leader said directly and if I force him to give him the procedures of the popular science company, then my brain must be burnt out.

"Oh... when?"

"Before get off work this afternoon."

"Okay." If you want me to come out before noon, just let the horse come here, I'm afraid I won't have work today.

"Claire is on leave today. I'm afraid I'll delay the time. I'll forward you by email later. What you, Sister Ning, mean is that this is your case and you are fully responsible. We will send you a brief in the future, and you can CC them for emails. Just do it."

This long sentence answered all my questions, but I may be slow-witted, and I went through it seriously before saying: "OK."

"I called you here to talk to you about the requirements in detail. The report is completely fine according to the last report, but Jason hopes to see more selected entries intuitively. In addition to the popular ones, you can choose according to your feelings. Let's pick a few with your favorites, let me see..." Halfway through the speech, his mobile phone, which was complained by the fat man for being too petty, rang.

"If I lose myself with you tonight..."

My movements were completely subconscious, and I scanned over almost at the same time as him.The caller profile picture is an old photo that is not very clear and faded.In the photo, there are two people standing side by side, the one wearing sunglasses is smiling and hooking the other's shoulder, both of them look like teenagers, with immature faces of teenagers.I knew who it was at a glance, and the word "dumb" displayed on the caller screen told me that I was right.This is the stuffy oil bottle from childhood... I thought about the experience he told me, and deduced that this photo should be taken before going abroad, that is to say, this photo is from junior high school.

I couldn't control my eyes at all, I couldn't take my eyes off that face.Although the young man was blindly dressed and his sunglasses were eye-catching, the slightly thin and unadorned young bottle had already exuded a very distinctive temperament at that time, with a quiet face, clean appearance, indifferent expression, and simple clothes. Overall, it is not inferior to the "fashionable" people next to it, but it is even more outstanding.

The black glasses gave a "tsk", hung up directly, and muttered in a low voice, "I really know how to choose the time".I don't know if he was talking to himself or telling me... The screen turned black, I quickly looked away, but it was too late, he was looking up at me with a smile on his lips.I pretended to be open-minded, looked directly at the pair of sunglasses, and asked, "What did you say you were looking at?"

He frowned as if thinking, and then let out an "ah". "I just wanted to say, I think...you can just pick 10 works, and it's better to choose some wonderful comments and screenshots of your interaction with netizens. That's all right."

"Okay, then I'll go back."

The black glasses looked down at the monitor, and waved at me.

After sitting back in my seat for a while, I received his email, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up his phone and put it to his ear, get up and walk over, and when he passed by me, he said cheerfully, "I have something to do just now."

What do you say you like, and what do you say you don't want?Ah.I really want to laugh, what the hell do you two mean?It's not obvious that nothing is wrong, why should I be punished to death by myself?

With the pressure of a new job, I can make screen copies much faster, one after another, like a skilled worker on the assembly line.In addition, counting last Saturday and Sunday, there are not many points in these three days, so I finished it quickly.

"The wind is still blowing tonight, thinking of you is so gentle, and the days with you are extraordinarily relaxed. It's not without a trace, but I miss you too much..." You can tell who it is just by hearing the voice.The black glasses hummed "Intimate Lover", walking from far to near with the smell of smoke all over his body.He walked past me fiddling with a lighter, and when he returned to his seat, I just emailed the screen copy I had just made to their group.I looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, it was more than half an hour... So, this is reconciliation?

That's really thankful!I beg you to hurry up and be intimate and affectionate, and don't come to harm me again... You turned your face away and it's fine, my little heart can't bear it.I haven't finished the coffee I bought in the morning, and the remaining half of the cup has gone cold, making it taste even worse.I just lifted the lid off the cup, held the paper cup and drank it up, without thinking about its taste, quickly and happily solved the problem of "I don't want to waste dozens of dollars", and threw the empty cup at my feet in the wastebasket.

At this time, a stack of MSN dialog windows on the computer toolbar flashed new messages, and I remembered that I had forgotten to read them just now.As a result, some people asked me "Do you have time today, I want to smoke and chat with you in the afternoon", and others asked "Wu Xie, I would like to invite your group to dinner tomorrow, please tell me to make an appointment with Sister Ning", a total of five A dialog box, all people from the media...

Otherwise who else?See how aboveboard I am!

Suddenly, he felt that his previous reaction was very stupid... Bai felt uneasy because he pretended to be sentimental.But in the end, I still couldn't control my hand, and clicked on the customer group with only one person.Poker Bottle is offline, although there are some surprises and doubts, but I felt relieved as if I had received a comfort.

I'm still a little lucky... It seems that because he is not online, I have the courage to double-click his name like this now.As I clicked the mouse, the dialog box between me and him appeared in front of me.The profile picture of Poker-Face is still the photo I took, but because of the offline relationship, it is gray and dark.When the mouse arrow is placed on it, the original bright and warm color will be restored.

The picture of the incoming call in the black glasses was deeply imprinted in my mind like brainwashing, and I couldn't get it out no matter how hard I tried.

Standing together, the two of them are really a good match, what a good friendship...

I suddenly lost any mood or strength to question or resent, and just wanted to laugh at myself.I am the only one in the whole world who looks like a fool... Why is my mood so peaceful?Obviously, I have always been the kind of person who can be killed, but must not know the reason for being killed.Anyway, I have already prepared for the worst, and the result can't be worse. Ask me clearly, it is my SuperWu's fighting style to die and understand, but why is it so calm?

That's right, a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. My mood is not related to "good", and naturally it has nothing to do with those descriptions such as turning sharply down, down to the bottom, or out of anger.Therefore, at this moment, the situation of "Hello everyone, only me is not good" does not seem to be too lethal to me.

However, I have to admit that although I don't have any ups and downs in my emotions, if I say that I am not sad or lost, then I must be lying to myself.The mess in my heart that hides the knife seems to have grown bigger, and the whole space is filled with unspeakable depression, depression, and a subtle sense of loss.It's just that for this heavy feeling, I don't know if it's because I'm like a fool who has been played, or it comes from a deeper reason.

There are some new messages from MSN. To be honest, I am really too lazy to reply. It would be great if I could also post an automatic reply like QQ.Although I wanted to ignore them, I could only helplessly reply "I'm busy" one by one.I closed those dialogue windows one by one, until in the end, only the stuffy ones remained.I couldn't help but pause my mouse, glanced at the gray avatar still representing offline status, clicked the cross in the upper right corner, and then took a long breath, it seems that this can drive out those messy thoughts, so I can start to work quietly Weekly report of activities.

In fact, this kind of report has already stipulated the submission cycle and deadline in advance, so I don’t need to send emails every time after that, I will definitely send it out according to the requirements consciously.According to common sense and the requirements of the weekly report, the due date should actually be on Monday.However, the two big guys in our group are kind-hearted. Seeing that I was busy with cramps a while ago, I discussed with Black Glasses before that I hope to change the reports to be due on Tuesdays. Of course, the client must agree to it in the end. OK……

I suddenly thought of a question, I don't know if Jason can finally make a decision on changing the date, or is he also going to find Poker?After all, Jason should also have a set date to submit a report to Poker Bottle, and the content of the report will of course be used by us, so if the date suddenly changes... I thought about it, and I gave myself another answer : Probably not, Jason is not stupid, he must have given himself enough time to cope with changes.Besides, if you have any trivial matters, report to Poker Bottle for confirmation and discuss with him