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When doing laundry as a job, it will not feel trivial.
I don't like doing housework.
But I like to be clean.
The changed clothes should be washed immediately, not overnight.
Too lazy to cook. Gradually, I can't even tell the difference between salt and sugar.
Arranged by the leader to do laundry.
There is no air conditioning in the laundry place. Cold wind in winter, cold water.
Shivering with cold.
Chat with people you don't know.
"Why do you come to work here?" I asked casually.
"Here recruits workers all the year round. People with knowledge and culture will not do this"
"Yes" I replied.
The constant release of water causes the ground to be wet. The shoes are soaked. Stand still and keep stomping your feet to keep warm.
I miss the sunny place. So, looking at the clock on the wall, I walked slowly, one second, two seconds, three seconds
Sudden fear of being forgotten!
? If one day I disappear, who will look for my news
Open the address book. Only to find that there are very few people to contact.
Soak the clothes in water. Make a microwave. The wobbly ones seem to be able to print the shadow of people.
I gently brushed off the white foam on top.
Reminds me of blowing bubbles when I was a child. Glows colored light in sunlight.
Standing by the dryer waiting for the laundry to be done. The master saw that I was bored waiting. There is nothing to say to pass the long time.
"Little friend, when will you go home for the New Year?" He asked.
I was flattered by his "little friend".
"Number 14." I answered truthfully.
"The tickets are ready"
"Yes. Seven o'clock in the morning"
"It's close to home."
"good."
Probably he also felt that this question-and-answer mode was a bit awkward. Smiled and walked away.
The gradually leaving back reminds me of that girl.
She stood at the door, stood on tiptoe, and said with a smile, I'm looking for you again
And he walked over
It is impossible to predict the ending of the story.
Does doing laundry really help my digestion? It was less than three o'clock, and my stomach was growling again.
Looking at the gradually fattening body, he gritted his teeth and held back. As the Spring Festival approaches, I want to maintain a thin body.
I am really afraid of being teased by my brother.
"Sister, you're getting fat again"
It can be seen from his tactful expression.
In fact, he wants me to be healthy more.
I remembered the scene where he drove me to Wuxi last year. It snowed heavily.
Dad was very excited when he saw the snow falling.
I thought that the child could stay at home for another day. But I am determined to go.
Brother said, I'll see you off.
Highway closed. Can only take the national road. The car was stuck in a long, long time. Crawl like a snail.
It was already one o'clock in the morning when we arrived in Wuxi.
The restaurant is already closed. My brother drove for a day. Weary. Still struggling to cook, bring it to me in person. After eating, he cleaned up the dishes again.
Before he got married. I never call him bro. Just call his name.
Later, there was a sister-in-law. I can no longer be as big or small as I was when I was a child.
The carcass of an animal on the road. Poor lying in the middle of the road.
Blood flowed all over the place.
My heart couldn't help but ache.
sniffed. There are signs of catching a cold.
The joy of Chinese New Year is getting stronger and stronger.
Crowded cities are getting looser.
Crowds of people returning home with bags on their backs stood on the side of the road. Or chatting, or looking down to play with the phone. or in a daze.
I walked past them. With an indifferent expression. Because I will eventually wait for a train of trains as lonely and full of expectations as they do.
Also once returned home like an arrow.
Also had trouble sleeping all night.
I was also full of joy.
After traveling in the city for a year, even with nothing, watching the bus with the name of my hometown pass by, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
The young and the young leave home and the eldest returns home, the local accent remains the same, and the hair on the temples fades.
The children met each other and did not know each other, and asked with a smile where the guests came from.
?Being a stranger in a foreign land alone, I miss my relatives every festive season.
Clear water??Wrinkles in clothes.
It suddenly occurred to me that since I left home, I have never washed a piece of clothing for my parents.
Even if you are at home on vacation. The dirty clothes that were taken off were taken by the mother to wash them off.
Father is the most restless person.
Always get up early and clean the house inside and out. Make breakfast and wake us up.
All they can do for their children are doing their best.
New Year's Eve is no longer the delicious food, drinks and fun that I hoped for when I was a child, but the reunion with relatives. As the years go by, what remains unchanged is the heart of a fallen leaf returning to its roots.
No matter how far I go. Home is still there.
All these years of hard work are nothing more than drawing a semicircle with home as the center.
Play idiom games with colleagues.
? Think about the books you have read, the upbringing you have receivedthe constant reminders from your parents
They wish me well.
Because of their hopes, desires, longings, and extravagances. I just have to work harder.
If you can't become a child that makes them proud.
I hope I will be the most filial child.
One life.
A lifetime to repay.
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