It is no longer a day or two to experience the coldness of winter. The wind outside the window seems to have brought a knife, piercing through the heavy winter clothes into the human body.
Been working as a handyman in a workshop for some time. Because of the off-season, I couldn't return to my post, and my life seemed to be off track. I thought about getting rid of the heavy work now, so I was temporarily arranged to work as a handyman. Work becomes trivial and boring. From here to there, it seems that people can be placed wherever they are needed. This factory has four workshops. Heard from colleagues that there were 300 people. I don't know the exact number. Because every year people come and people leave. And in my short five-year career, I was familiar with everyone in every workshop. Although they are not good enough to call each other brothers and sisters, at least they can greet each other warmly when they meet on the road. And being able to get acquainted with them comes from the fact that I will be randomly assigned to help in a certain workshop at the end of each year.
? Thinking of the winter of the previous year, I remember that the newly built factory building was only started to be used, and the bathroom there was very clean and tidy. I heard someone crying secretly in the bathroom, I heard someone whispering behind her back that her husband just died, and there are young children at home
I know that my leader doesn't like me, so every time it's off-season, he always likes to transfer me to help. No one wants to give up their job to do something they are not good at.
The finished white garments are stained and need to be cleaned with a chemical. Because this chemical is toxic, flammable and explosive, there was a small explosion in the workshop because of this chemical, so no one would be willing to do this. And I was unfortunately sent to do this job.
It was a very secret corner. There is no sunlight. very cold. The scenery outside the window is very monotonous. Very empty. Occasionally a train passes by. There is a river, they say it is the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, and ships will pass by. Surrounded by the pungent smell of chemical potions, and the loud sound of tools using chemical potions. I was wrapped in this layer of haze. Be in it. My figure was printed on that glass, and I saw that my eyes became much smaller again. Thick bags under the eyes, dark circles under the eyes, all these bad signs are reminding me that something is wrong with my body. Empty body due to lack of sleep.
When I am lonely, I especially long for excitement. Some of the people I expected to meet, they just weren't around me.
The world and I became quiet. It is so quiet, so quiet that I can hear memories flowing in my mind, and blood boiling in loneliness.
The hazy sky is printed with the blurred outline of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. No birds passed by, and no trains were seen. The street lights came on. It was completely dark. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com