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    Because the air conditioner cannot heat, I wanted to change to an air conditioner that can heat a long time ago.  This matter has been dragged on for a long time.  Finally, it was put on the agenda in June.

    Ordered a Gree air conditioner online.

    The express delivery is very fast.  It only took two days from order to delivery.  This really surprised me.  The heart is also very ecstatic.  I am afraid of cold by nature.  Especially in the cold winter, my hands and feet are cold, and I can't even cover myself with a quilt.  Often get sick and catch a cold.

    The weather in June is very hot.

    ?From nine in the morning to two in the afternoon.  I feel like I'm constantly answering the phone.

    First, the installer asked if the air conditioner had arrived.

    I said no.

    He said very politely, when he called me, I went to install it.

    I said oh.

    After ten o'clock, the courier called and asked if there was anyone at home.

    I immediately answered yes.

    He then said, we will deliver the air conditioner to your home today.

    I said, oh.

    Get home from get off work at 7:30 in the morning.  I stopped by the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and took out the meat in the refrigerator to defrost.

    Wash your face, brush your teeth.  Prepare breakfast.

    After breakfast, take a shower, and do laundry.  This is a daily process.

    Play on your phone for an hour.  Read a book for an hour.

    It was already 11 o'clock when I lay in bed and really fell asleep.  Recently, I feel so tired that I don't want to talk.  Sore all over.  But can't find the crux.  Perhaps only the busy life will not let me fall into cranky.

    At that time, I was thinking about what book I would plan to write next, or rewrite [Blue Forest]?  I am always so contradictory. For unsatisfactory endings and plots, more novel ideas will pop up in my mind from time to time.

    Rereading "Dream of Red Mansions", I read another state of mind.

    I like a comfortable life.  I was in my pajamas, my freshly washed hair was wet on my shoulders, and I spent five minutes blow drying it.  Sometimes I think that if I were a man, I would have a bald head, so I don't need to spend time combing and washing my hair, how nice it is.

    When I was sleeping the most peacefully, the courier called.  Said it was the air conditioner.  Let me go downstairs for a moment.  He can't get in.

    I immediately got out of bed, put on my shoes, and just as I was about to open the door, I realized I was only wearing pajamas.

    Wearing pajamas is not surprising.

    But I don't have the habit of wearing underwear under my pajamas.  Just like this, I went downstairs wearing a thin pajamas, the material is almost transparent I decided to re-dress and go downstairs.  So, when I ran downstairs out of breath, the courier was dissatisfied.

    "Going downstairs is so slow! I've been waiting for you for a long time"

    "I'm sleeping." I replied.  If I had said I was sorry, maybe my conversation with him would not have been so much nonsense.

    "Sleep?" He was suspicious.  Expressions become complicated.

    Realized that he might be thinking too much.

    "I work night shift and need to rest during the day." I hurriedly added.

    He obviously didn't believe it.

    I think he may have been a novelist in his previous life, with a super rich imagination.

    During the few minutes I was delayed changing clothes, he could make up many scenes in his brain.  He may have imagined that there might be men lying in my bedroom.  That's why I went downstairs so late.  I could explain it to him because I was wearing pajamas But I didn't say why a stranger who had never met before explained it so clearly.

    Finally delivered the air conditioner to the door.

    I took out the key and opened the door.  Stand aside politely and let him go first.  It is estimated that he began to doubt my character again.

    "Why didn't you come in?" A blunt sentence.

    Alright alright.

    I am completely speechless.

    From the moment we met, we were hostile to each other.  He had a mockingly evil look on what I said.  Probably because I'm not pretty enough to impress him.  And because he came downstairs a few minutes late, his prejudice against me deepened.

    He is a person who doesn't trust anyone and is wary of everyone.

    I asked him to put the air conditioner in the living room.  His eyes kept scanning the room, probably trying to find the "man" in his fantasy.

    You shouldn't meet strangers in your pajamas.  It's my respect for myself.

    The adult mind is chaotic and complex.  Because I waited a little longer, I randomly guessed the development of some plots.

    After putting down the air conditioner, he left.

    Is it because I have no manners first, or he has no manners first.

      I have to work a 12-hour night shift.  Boo's eyes are almost lost in a line.  A lot of sleep is needed to make up for sleep lost during the night.  The workload has increased a lot than before, and there is almost no free time.

    Perhaps a long time ago, I thought that the next two months would be very busy, so I ended [Blue Forest] so quickly.  Only when the novel is finished, I will not spend too much thought on the idea of ??the novel.  If the body cannot be relaxed, even the brain is so tense, I may be like a tight string that will break at any time.  I don't want to fall down from exhaustion.  Therefore, I hurriedly wrote the ending for the novel.  But that's not the ending I wanted.  I have been thinking, thinking hard, maybe there will be a more perfect solution.

    I have no ability to fight back against life.  We can only adapt to those sudden changes and take care of ourselves.

    More like a puppet.  Being pulled forward.

    No one understands how much I cherish the time I sleep.  I often suffer from insomnia.  If I can fall asleep, I would rather sleep like this and not wake up.

    If I work a day shift, I make myself a strong cup of coffee when I wake up in the morning.  Bring a clear mind for a day.

    Don't waste too much time on chores.

    I cherish the best time in my life so much that it still feels like a wasted time in the end.  Looking back over the past 20 years or so, there are a few scenes that really impress me.  I'm not good with people.

    A good time with someone is always delayed until the last second.  Because I don't like waiting for people.

    I am so anxious.

    The weather is sweltering beyond words.  The clouds are overcast, and a heavy rain is coming.

    Red unknown flowers bloom silently on the side of the road.  It will meet people who know flowers.  A person who understands it picks it home and puts it in a vase for offering.

    I'm glad I didn't go downstairs in my pajamas.

    The air conditioner lay quietly on the ground.  I called the master who installed the air conditioner.

    A woman answered the phone.  It should be the wife of the installer.

    "Oh, we are installing at someone's house and will be there soon."

    After putting down the phone, I didn't change into my pajamas and lie comfortably on the bed.  I sat on the sofa, reading a book, and waiting for their arrival.

    I will not let mistakes happen again.

    Will not make others wait impatiently.

    Perhaps it is not polite in itself to keep someone waiting too long.

    I will reflect on my behavior.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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