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    Perhaps a stable job provides protection for today's increasing material life.

    Although I don't like it.

    But I keep doing it.

    Because of life.  Life has worn away my edges.

    Tried changing jobs.

    So, I sent my resume to a new media company.

    Ben didn't have much fantasy.

    The next day, a phone call asked me to go for an interview as a copy editor assistant.

    I thought it was a very simple job.  After arriving, I found it difficult.

    Post-processing of pictures and text editing require strong professional knowledge.  And I just write articles.

    The streets are full of people who can write articles.

    They said they would seriously consider me.  Just for the sake of my hard work on the website for more than a year.

    The company is located in the urban area.

    I thought it was very close.

    I went there by bicycle.  Because I made an appointment with them for a five o'clock interview.  And I get off work at 4:30.

    On the 25th floor.  See the front desk with exquisite makeup.  Can't help but sigh.

    The interview didn't go well.  Questions they ask.  I rarely have an answer.

    But they are still willing to consider me.

    But I silently chose to give up.

    Take the elevator down from the 25th floor.  Only five minutes.  My brain, recalls past work.

    Yes.  I admit that I can't escape the cage of the past.

    I don't like it all the time, I keep doing it.  What have you been wasting time for?

    When I go to work.  Stand in a familiar workshop location.  There are 1200 needles lined up for one person.

    Many people passed me by.  so many people.  Can't see their faces clearly, only know that black shadows pass through.

    My memories are sad time.

    Among these people, has anyone read the article I wrote?  Among these people, is there anyone who is willing to stop and sit down and chat with me aimlessly.

    I am quiet.

    Four days off.  Boring.

    Find work on the street.  Passing by Yaohan, passing by Chong'an Temple, passing by rows of tall buildings.

    The crowd, the city.  Slowly become warmer.

    Will not meet familiar people.  Don't say hello with a smile on your face.

    Tranquil morning.

    passing vehicles.  I have been to the countless place names in their mouths.  Use my rare good time.  To handle things that have been squeezed by me.

    ?Account transfer matters.  There's also the matter of work.

    Go to the hospital for a physical examination.

    The body is getting worse and worse.

    Perhaps it is not suitable for night shift after all.

    ? A resignation report has been written, and I will try to get out as soon as possible.

    The direction of future work is still to enter the factory department.

    Find a job that doesn't have a night shift and can make a living.

    Work is secondary to me.

    Can't give up my love of writing.  Too busy life has affected my daily routine.

    A boy in a coat stood by the side of the road.

    The hospital is overcrowded.  It was a male doctor who received me.  Hair is not naturally white.  The taste of a mature uncle.

    I am a little cautious.

    He said with a smile, there are many male doctors in our hospital.

    yes.  Which hospital doesn't have many male doctors?

    Every time, when we do something with hope.  God will always give us a sudden blow.

    If the account is transferred to Wuxi.  A residence permit and social security are required for one year.

    And my residence permit is only one year old until April 20th.  During this period, social security cannot be interrupted.

    I am in a dilemma.

    Because I was already ready to resign.  And told many friends that I am about to change jobs.

    I am not a half-hearted person.  Specialized.  It can be seen from my stubborn insistence on one thing.

    Before entering this woolen sweater.  I've never done anything like knitting.

    Even if I am a woman.  I have never held a needle since I was a child.

    My mother's love makes me like a child, overly dependent.  Whether at work or in life.  My self-care ability is very poor.

    Therefore, only a man who loves me enough will accommodate all my shortcomings.

    Throughout the morning, I went around the city in circles.  Four days off work is enough for me to splurge.

    A person rides a bicycle?Listen to music.  The wind and the warmth of the sun.

    Mainly go to the hospital to see a doctor.

    Because I have never traveled far, I almost got lost in the intricate traffic routes.

    It was okay when I went.  There is mobile navigation.

    The more tragic thing is that when I came back, the only navigation I relied on, my phone was out of battery.  Fumble like a blind man.

    Come out of the hospital.  Should go straight home.  I actually ran to Wuxi Railway Station.

    Overconfident.  I thought it was going back, but it turned out that I was going in a farther direction.

    For the first time, riding a bicycle.  It took nearly 2 hours to turn around the city.

    ? No mobile phone, no internet.

    Look at the small trees on the side of the road and the small bridge over the river.

    ?Looking at the bustling commercial street, seeing the elderly, children, couples

    A faraway place that has never been reached.

    Wuxi always gives me an ancient charm.

    The rivers are worthy of being called Jiangnan water towns.  I once dreamed of having a house standing by the river.  When you open the door, you can see a river flowing slowly.  The clear river water is stirring the bluestone slab in front of the door.

    Are there any ships passing by.

    Is there a beautiful girl in the boat.

    How beautiful their laughter is.

    I set off from home at eight o'clock.  It was 12:30 when I got home.

    After lunch, I went to a factory to have fun for half a day.  Look at their production process, technical backbone.

    The workshop is a bit dirty.

    Machine-cut pieces flew around.  The head of the workshop is quite happy.  He always had his hands behind his back, and occasionally went downstairs and twirled for a while, but didn't see him say a word, and turned back into the office.

    There are many girls and boys in this factory.

    The women are all milfs.  The body is round and wide.

    I always thought I was fat.  Compared with them, they are too thin.

    Most of the men are married.

    In short, looking at the past, there are not many young people.

    Getting along is very pleasant.

    I don't know if I will come to work here in the future.  An unexpected encounter.

    My heart is very fragile and I can't stand the wind and rain.  I have written a lot of words and walked through many small bridges I want to be a woman who can't eat fireworks in the world, wearing a floor-to-ceiling dress, long hair reaching my waist

    In short, I want to grow up.

    Years do not allow me to shed a sad tear weakly.

    Children who feel insecure are always afraid of being abandoned.

    And I am that insecure child!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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