Short Story: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Because of the busy Monday, the rest of the week was very free. In order to make myself less free, I extended my lunch break a little bit. It is still cold at noon in winter, even in Shanghai in the south.I don't understand why not buy a heater.

Looking at the busy figure of my colleagues, I suddenly feel a little envious.

There is nothing else to do, some people are really lucky, or unlucky.

I decided not to eat the meals in the cafeteria downstairs from tomorrow, even though it is included in my salary.It's not that the food is bad, but that eating in the cafeteria is so fast that I don't know what to do afterwards.

The next day, I walked to a cafe half a street away for dinner. The main meal was a salmon sandwich, and the coffee was Kilimanjaro coffee. The coffee beans were roasted deeply, which made the coffee mellow and bitter, and served with a plate of raisin biscuits. The flavors are really good and complement each other perfectly.The point is that I feel at home here because no one knows who I am.Although everyone knows me in the cafeteria, everyone doesn't necessarily want to know me.

Although the amount of Chinese food is a bit small, I plan to get off work early today so that I can add another meal before dinner.

When I walked out of the cafe, it was still early, and I walked aimlessly towards the office building. After all, I still couldn't bear to sit on the bench there doing nothing.I carefully looked at the houses of different heights on the street. The president didn't drive a car to work very much. I speculated that his home should be nearby, because it is impossible for such a proud person to take the tram.I have accidentally heard from my colleagues that he has no wife, so I am still thinking about how a single man like him lives, is it like me, creating a comfortable environment that is kept to a minimum?

There are many residential buildings on the street, including unit buildings and single-family buildings. I am not Sherlock Holmes, and it is impossible for me to hold a small pipe to conclude that this house belongs to the president. I have been looking for a long time to no avail.

Walking to the entrance of the building, I remembered that today I had to go to the warehouse to check the goods. The warehouse was behind the office building and was also rented by the president.This is my first time to go, I decided to take advantage of my lunch break to have a look.

Open the warehouse door, unlocked.The inside is not as messy as imagined, the finished cigarette boxes and cigar boxes are neatly built into a rectangular cuboid, and because of the backlight, the inside is also very dim, out of politeness, I knocked on the warehouse door: "Is anyone there? "

I heard the groaning of the chair, and someone stood up and hurriedly walked towards me. I didn't realize that it was the boy I met at work the next day until he came into my sight.

The boy's arm was wrapped in bandages, which may be the reason why I didn't see him last week. He was also surprised when he saw me, and apologized first: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you came so early."

I hurriedly said, "It's okay, what happened to your arm?"

"I fell down and my arm was pressed to the ground and broke." His voice was very low.

"Oh, be careful from now on, by the way, you've been here to watch the warehouse?"

"Ah."

"only you?"

"Ah."

It was as if the conversation between me and the president had switched places at this moment.

"Then I can actually commute with you, we go all the way, right?" I remembered that he and I were on a tram that day.

He lowered his head even more, his face was flushed: "No, I just happened to be that day, and I usually live in the warehouse."

"Ah?!" I said in amazement, one person, one warehouse, two years, I can't imagine how lonely this boy has experienced, maybe this is more comfortable for him, "What about your parents?"

He looked even more bitter: "I don't know, I was too young to remember that time, I grew up in an orphanage."

I sympathize with him very much, so I want to talk to him more: "Are you always alone?"

"Originally there was a little dog with yellow fur, so I called it Ah Huang." He gestured with the size of the dog with his only hand, "Ah Huang is very good and smart. I used to have Tell Ah Huang everything, he can understand, and he can help me keep watch at night."

"That's a very smart dog." I smiled, "And then."

"Later Ah Huang died." His eyes, which had just brightened up, dimmed again.

My smile froze, did God really let this boy suffer? "How did Ah Huang die?"

"Last winter, the uncle upstairs wanted to eat dog meat hot pot..." The boy said these words with great difficulty, feeling like weeping a little. It was the grievances of last year that have survived to this day, and even the original and interest were passed on to me. .

Well, I have another reason not to like them, and I still can't believe it and ask: "The president also ate?"

"President..." There was a lot of awe in the boy's eyes, "He didn't eat, and even scolded uncle."

I breathed a sigh of relief, I know at least the president will not eat.

"He said this dog meat is too dirty." The boy finally couldn't hold back his tears, "Ah Huang is not dirty."

I was speechless, the president let me down too much, I wiped away the boy's tears, and said as softly as possible: "I see, the uncle upstairs is too bad, I'll teach them a lesson later.

"There is also the president." I thought for a while and added.

The boy blinked with tears of grievance, and whispered in a sobbing voice: "Don't say I said it..."

I rubbed his hair distressedly, agreed to him, and told him by the way that I would come to see him after get off work.

The rest of the work is very simple, I finished counting the goods smoothly.