In the evening, I spread the brand-new bonus neatly into a fan and put it in the center of the bed. Originally, I wanted to lay it in a circle, but there were only thirty pieces, so I couldn't form a circle. Even so, I am still very excited. I sent a short message to Jin Mao, telling her that I got the money. She replied, Great, followed by five exclamation points. I can imagine her surprise expression and ask her what gift she wants. Then there was a dead silence. She didn't reply to the short message, so I sat on the bed, staring at the screen.
After a long time, the mobile phone screen lit up and the text message came. I was almost in a semi-drowsy state. I was shocked and picked up my mobile phone in a conditioned way. There were a few words on the screen: I don't want anything. I can't sleep. I miss you.
I suddenly woke up and my little heart was pounding: Yu Silan, what do you want me to do? Is this a confession? I turned on the computer and surfed the Internet at random, but I couldn't digest the meaning for a while, and I didn't dare to text her again. There was an advertisement on the web page, so I looked aimlessly. Suddenly a picture was printed in my eyes, and I thought of a wonderful gift. I told myself that I had to buy it for the golden retriever.
Jin Mao sneaked up to me before going to work and asked me why I didn't reply to her message. I smiled and didn't answer. I just told her that I would give her a surprise at lunch. The golden retriever walked away with his mouth wide open, looking confused. That day, the old cow kept walking in the workshop, walking from one end to the other, and the bamboo pole kept following. The old cow suddenly came up to me and asked in Shanghai dialect, "Your computer typing speed is not fast, can you use word software?"
I have been listening to Lao Niu speak Mandarin before, but suddenly I feel very cordial when I hear Shanghai dialect. Lao Niu is also a Shanghainese, and he must know that I am also a Shanghainese, even though I hardly speak Shanghai dialect in the workshop. I quickly nodded in response: "word I will, this thing is a piece of cake for me." The old cow turned to the bamboo pole and said, "You should take his place first." Then he motioned me to go to the office with him. I was flattered.
The face of the bamboo pole is long, but I don't have the courage to say no. Lao Niu gave me a handwritten summary of my work and asked me if I could print it out on the computer. There are five A4 pages in this stack of handwritten reports. I looked at it, estimated it and said, "Give me an hour and I'll get it done."
The old cow nodded. "It's for the best." Say that finish left the office. I looked at the old cow's computer, and the desktop was a mess, with a file on the left and a file on the right, and a lot of links, occupying more than half of the screen. On the desktop is my own wallpaper. A little girl, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, has a slightly developed chest and bulges slightly. She is grinning, laughing and holding a brown bear bigger than people. I guess she is the daughter of an old cow. She is pretty and must be a beauty when she is fully developed.
If I want to go back, I still have to hurry to type. I have studied office software in my technical school, and I am still familiar with word typesetting, but I can't do five strokes. Because I am too lazy to memorize those annoying roots, I will only use Microsoft Pinyin input method, but it is easy to make typos. It took me 50 minutes to finish typing the whole report, which was about the production and operation plan in the first half of the year, equipment maintenance and internal talent training plan in the second half of the year. I remember it mentioned that the cultural level of the workshop was too low, and several assistants could not use computers, so it was necessary to re-train several assistants with high academic qualifications. I'm not an idiot. I vaguely feel that the bamboo pole is going to suffer, and my chance has come. After I finished typing, I proofread it again and changed some typos. It took me exactly an hour to print it out and gave it to the old cow. The old cow read it carefully and patted me on the shoulder, and finally showed a rare smile: "Yes, the typing speed is very fast." He also reminded me not to reveal the contents of the report. I nodded and understood each other.
It's time for dinner. I ran to the dressing room, took out my present and prepared to give it to Jin Mao at dinner. Before the dinner table, Jin Mao asked me curiously, "Why aren't you on the assembly line this morning?" I just laughed and didn't answer. Jin Mao was too simple to tell her something. Today, the canteen actually made big ribs. Although they are very thin and small, they are big ribs after all. What a wonderful day. As usual, Jin Mao put the big ribs in my rice bowl, and my heart was warm.
Jin Mao ate some vegetables casually, stripped two mouthfuls of rice, sat next to me silently, looked at me, and didn't ask me to use my mobile phone to delimit fruit. I opened the vest bag around me, took out an Apple touch from it and handed it to Jin Mao. Golden retriever looked at me with a sigh of surprise and asked, "Why is there a mobile phone? This thing is so expensive!" " I smiled and said mysteriously, "This is not a mobile phone, but a touch, which is given to you as a prize-winning gift. I have already escaped from prison for you, with scratched fruit and angry birds." If Jin Mao realized something, but looked at me in confusion, it was obvious that she didn't understand what prison break was and the difference between touch and iphone.
I'm too lazy to explain. I just joked, "Take it if I give it to you. I can take it out to play when I'm bored in the dormitory, so I don't have to send messages to me." Jin Mao shook his head and didn't dare to take it. I kept a straight face, so she had to accept it and asked carefully, "Do you hate me sending you text messages?" I laughed, this golden retriever, I said everything as an imperial edict.
After dinner, I tried to teach her the basic settings and how to charge, but there was not enough time, and I was going to work in the afternoon again soon. Jin Mao blushed and asked, "Can you go to my dormitory to continue teaching me after work?" This proposal made my heart pounding, and I had a premonition of evil going straight to my forehead, and my eyes involuntarily swept to the chest of Golden Hair. I said calmly, "Good."
In front of Jin Mao, I seem dignified, humorous, enthusiastic and intelligent, but all this is disguised by me. I know very well that my essence is an inferiority complex otaku, and my only emotional experience is the fat girl in the technical school. Unfortunately, I was mercilessly abandoned by her, which is the eternal pain in my heart, not because of the loss of love, but because from then on, I became a clown who can only look after myself and has no motivation to pursue the right woman.
Only in front of Jin Mao, a naive and silly girl from a foreign land, I suddenly gained great strength, thought quickly and took the lead everywhere. This is the first time in my life, standing on a higher posture to control an emotion that is completely under my control. This feeling is so good that I can't believe it.
Although I am still like a deflated ball in front of that personnel sister, I am helpless, but I choose to forget and escape. Although deep down, the girlfriend I really want is such a noble girl that I can take out in front of my friends, and Jin Mao, I know, I can't take it out to meet my friends and introduce them one by one. Every time I think about it, I always feel guilty. I'm sorry for Jin Mao, so I dare not look into her eyes.
All afternoon, I was uneasy because of thinking. This period of time is the peak season of production, and the order volume is suddenly like fallen leaves in autumn. In the harvest season, it takes one to two hours more than the specified time almost every day, and everyone's nerves are tense. It's almost eight o'clock after work this day. I think it's finally my turn to have a rare rest day the next day, and I can finally catch my breath.
Jin Mao and I were walking on the way to the dormitory. I looked up and saw the moon hanging in the half sky with its head tilted, with no stars around. I feel that every time I get closer to Jin Mao's dormitory, my little heart will thump faster. I try to control my evil thoughts and relax myself. Jin Mao was very excited. He held the touch that was given to her tightly and asked me some very low-level questions from time to time. For example, prison break, Jin Mao can't figure out how this mobile phone has something to do with prison break. She suddenly asked, "Are these machines made by prisoners in foreign prisons and then smuggled out for sale, so they are called prison break?" I can't help laughing, but I don't know how to explain it to her, so I have to be perfunctory. Golden retriever thoughtful, seems to understand and don't seem to understand.
Under the street light, the shadow of the golden retriever is a short and chubby outline, walking with my shadow, and gradually stretching, and suddenly magically came in front of us, so dozens of times, we went to the staff dormitory. This is a shabby building with four floors. Jin Mao's room is in the fifth position on the third floor. She takes me in and turns on the light and closes the door. I found no one inside, only two rows of bunks. Jin Mao pointed to the small bed near the window and said, this is my pit.
My eyes are shooting everywhere, and there are four beds, which means that there are at most four sisters living here. I can imagine what it is like here when people are full. Some are chatting with melon seeds, some are taking off their bras and changing clothes, and some are calling their boyfriends on their mobile phones. The dormitory environment is messy, but it has a strong sweet and greasy smell of inferior perfume, but it should not be used by golden retriever, because she has never smelled like this. I don't like this taste, and I have an indescribable feeling, because the fragrance is too sweet and greasy, but it makes people unnatural and even nauseous.
Golden retriever let me sit on the edge of the bed and sit beside me.