As he spoke, another wad of bills was delivered to her.
"Is it really possible not to work?" She held the wad of money in her hand, looking at it a little unrealistically.
"Isn't it possible?" He looked at her confused look.
"I would like to resign. You are not stable. If you stop working one day, I will starve to death. It's hard to find a job now."
She still didn't dare to give up this job easily.
"You can think about it again," he said.
He seemed to never be able to take any time off next to her, or maybe it was because of his arrival that he became so active.
When she left the subway and looked back again, she was used to him disappearing so quickly.
Perhaps it was because of the cold wind blowing during the day that I was in a bad state and my memory was not very good either.
Now when I walk to the street, I feel a little confused. I have forgotten how I walked here just a moment ago.
She applied a dose of it at night, hoping that it would allow her eyes to see more clearly tomorrow.
However, when these flying mosquitoes became a burden in front of her eyes, they were always entangled in her heart, and she could not forget them.
At ten o'clock in the morning, she felt that the front of her vision was blurry again.
I went to the toilet and washed my face with hot water. I felt slightly better, but after a while I felt uncomfortable again.
feeling bad!
She would have had some of this feeling for more than a year before, but it didn't affect her mood as much as it does now.
She thought of a possibility. The weather was getting hotter and the sky was getting brighter, so those flying mosquitoes could no longer be blocked by the dark light.
It's getting more and more painful now,
She is counting the time,
It feels like I have been up for a long time, and my eyes are already uncomfortable. I stare at the screen and type with my eyes open and closed for a second.
It will get better,
She had a strong desire to lie down on the bed at home, close her eyes and never open them. She never wanted to see those dark shadows again.
This thought was always in her mind, and nothing could divert her attention from it.
She clearly felt a tear slipping down her cheek,
She has never been abandoned by the whole world like she is now,
"If this continues, I will really lose my sight."
The sadness lingers in my heart and cannot be dissipated.
She also forced herself to stare at the screen even if her vision was a little blurred, and finish the work that the deputy director had just sent to the mailbox.
So difficult!
She had already thought that she might not be able to go out and look at the trees and flowers at noon like yesterday.
Yesterday, she was in the narrow corridor and looked up at the dense forest. Not only was the air so fresh, but she could even forget all the discomfort caused by the flying mosquitoes.
When she thought of this, her mood became more and more depressed, so much so that her colleagues all went out to eat for a few minutes at noon.
She was still typing on the keyboard, her voice was very clear,
She just wants to be able to do more and more quickly,
"Why are you giving me so many tasks?"
"Just because I'm the last one here, you can do everything for me."
She was in a bad mood. While waiting for the elevator to go downstairs to eat, she knew she had no appetite. She remembered that she was so hungry from yesterday to four o'clock in the afternoon that she didn't have much energy to do any work.
Leaning against the clean glass of the back wall, I could feel how weak I was with my eyes closed.
If she is not working in the office at noon, the deputy director will say something ugly again when he sees her.
In the passage leading to the cafeteria on the first floor, among a group of people, there was a man from another company downstairs that she had just met yesterday.
He is very tall, at least 1.88 meters. From his back, he looks very handsome.
Indeed, yesterday I was asked by the deputy director to go to their company to install the building’s intranet system. I saw his face, a very fair boy.
And they were so tall. They were from the same company. Among the crowd of women, a group of people walked so slowly.
She could only follow slowly and leisurely, and walked towards the small passage of the cafeteria together.
She recalled that in the past, she had walked through the open-air square on the first floor in just a few steps.
When they arrived at the queuing place inside, several people from her company followed directly to where they were picking up food on the assembly line. They didn't follow the curve around the red line, so she followed her and lined up on the side.
Here, against the small door that came in, a lot of people crowded in in a while.
