The factory officially notified me to go back to work. I was wandering on the street when I got the news, and the first thing I thought of was that I should call my wife. Although she didn't know anything about it, I hoped to pass on my joy to her.
It took a long time for the phone to ring before I heard my wife's response: "Wellwhat's the matter?"
I didn't notice her obviously impatient tone at all, and eagerly conveyed my joy: "Let's go eat hot-boiled mutton tonight, and we won't cook anymore."
On the other end of the phone, my wife scolded vaguely: "What time is it, you want to eat, eat a fart, look, wake up Dudu." Then came the voice of coaxing the child, the blind voice, and hung up.
The mood fell sharply, and I smiled bitterly Look at the watch, it's 2:10, this time is when the second baby at home is sleeping soundly, why am I so brainless and robbed by this. A sentence popped up in my mind: Business women don't know the hatred of subjugation. Ha, so apt.
Considering that I can¡¯t go home anyway, it¡¯s okay to buy some mutton and eat it at home. My wife also likes to eat this, so I have the right to be courteous.
Looking around, the signboard of "RT-Mart" stands in the sunlight in the distance. I have heard about this store in Dongcheng for a long time, and my wife has mentioned that I want to come here for a walk, but it is just opposite to my house in the city, and I have not been able to make a trip. Today I have this opportunity to inspect the terrain and bring my wife to come another day. You can also be a guide.
The car drove into the parking lot and just locked the door when there was a chirp behind him. A group of supermarket attendants who had just got off work poured out from the underground staff passage, so they had to stop there so as not to hinder their cheerful pace.
A figure jumped in front of me from the crowd, "Hey" I was stunned for a while, my thinking didn't stop, "Luo Jie". I have never dared to tell her that this name reminds me of a rabbit in a well-known cartoon.
We exchanged a few words, the crowd had dissipated, and there were only the two of us left in the big parking lot, we opened the car door, "Are you off work, I'll take you home." "Okay," she was quite cheerful.
Putting aside the mutton, my thoughts have been fully integrated into the joy of encounters, and my IQ has reached the lowest value.
I like her energetic laugh, which infects every joint of mine.
The supermarket is not far from her home, and soon the car stopped in the passage downstairs, "I'm here, thank you, my sister is at home, so I won't let you go up, go back and buy your mutton." I replied dully Say "OK". She waved to me and stepped into the door of the building, and then jumped upstairs.
I shook my head, returned to my original mind, reversed the car, and returned the same way.
It was five o'clock when I got home, so I put the mutton into the kitchen. There was no sound, and the bedroom was opened, but the wife and children were not there.
Turn on the TV casually, and it is still the follow-up report of 9.11. It has been more than a month since the incident, and the TV workers are still persistently analyzing and judging the incomprehensible intricate relationships between the parties.
Driven by pious beliefs, human beings will put their lives aside, and for a goal that may be nothingness, they will create such a shocking attack almost crazily.
? While the people of the world grieve for the dead, they also feel somewhat happy that some hegemonic countries have suffered such heavy losses.
The phone rang: "I'm back." His wife's voice said, "I'm here with Mom, making dumplings. Come here."
I agreed, picked up the clothes I just took off, oh, and the mutton, and hurried out. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com