Short, Light, Free

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I try not to write the story too hard to understand, but life is not inherently interpretable.

Remember the saying: a person needs three years to learn well, and only three days to learn badly.

But how can a bad ridiculous person learn well?

My answer is seven friends, seven friends who can't be named.

They walked in front of me one by one and fell into the abyss for me.

Only then did I get lost and know how to cherish the present.

If you do n’t have these seven friends, you might be a big bad guy now.

. . .

Xiaobai, the fourth son and the dead brother are three people.

I would like to call them the above three.

Blessing is the fourth child with relatives helping, but I don't know if it is a blessing after going back.

Lu was a rich little white, but because of gambling, he doesn't know where he is now.

Shou is a dead brother with vivid colors, but he doesn't know how long he can live in his life.

Of course, the words are too heavy, I hope they can have a good home now.

I originally wanted to put me on the last one, but because of some variables.

All of this seems to be ahead of time, and there are three people ahead of time.

I intend to say it together, of course, mainly me.

So this article was originally the last of Seven Friends.

I also had three colleagues in advance.

Their stories are very unique, but now they can only talk about them symbolically.

After graduating from college, I went to work at the airport.

A very big place in the airport, of course, it just sounds very big.

My job at the airport is called the flight crew, and I understand it as flight security.

Here is some common sense. Of course, these common senses were only understood at the airport.

The airport is independent, like a large plot of land.

In my eyes, the airport is more like bus stop signs. The plane is like a bus passing by.

The planes belong to each airline, and the captain stewardess as you know it belongs to the airline.

Airport employees are like staff at station signs, although there are no staff at bus stops.

Flight guarantee, as the name implies, is to fly to the airport with a plane. There are many things that people at the airport have to do next.

The existing cleaning team went up to clean up, and then the crew went up to change meals and supplies. At the same time, the fuel depot was supplied with jet fuel. Within the stipulated time of arrival, the guests who are about to fly will catch up with the plane. Take off to the next airport before the stipulated time.

My job is to provide meals and supplies.

We provide everything you can take away from the plane.

Eat, drink, and use.

Newspapers, magazines, vomiting bags.

Tableware, blankets, small pillows.

Of course, we seem to supply more than tourists' goods, even the flight attendants of the captain.

I do n’t know if it ’s a rumor. I heard that airports in foreign countries and the capital will even supply sanitary napkins for flight attendants.

I have been a pilot at the airport for three years, and the next three people I will talk about.

These are my three colleagues. I call them Afu, Afei and Aliang.

A Fei is a good person. His goodness can be reflected from life to lifestyle, because he was issued countless good cards. If you describe A Fei, there is really one person in history who can learn from it. Called Zhang Fei, to Zhang Fei in the Three Kingdoms.

Zhang Fei's description does not know how many people still remember, it is estimated that everyone has an impression of dark skin.

Whenever someone wants to see what A Fei looks like, we will open Baidu and type in the box and press search. Then he casually pulled a picture and pointed out that it was Afei.

Afei was the secretary of our leader before, and later our captain became our captain after resigning.

The captain of the flight crew is mainly responsible for reporting flight dynamics. Every time a plane comes down, A Fei is responsible for sending us to hand over.

I remember Afei ’s deepest one, the first time I fell from the car to the ground. It was 4:50 in the morning and 5:10 he drove to pick me up. Take me to the hospital, fortunately I was only slightly injured.

This story may be very dull when I say it. If you can open it up and write it as an independent article, it will definitely look good.

When I started writing stories, I often asked A Fei. Because A Fei is an old bookworm, but he will always smile and say that I don't understand what I wrote, it's not cool and not a long story. Without the routine and decent pig's feet, it is impossible to make money by making more fans. Then I was hit by him, but I didn't change it.

This person, Liang, is not kind at all. There is something bad, but it can't be said that it is really bad. I always think he is the one who knows more among us, because he knows almost everything. What I like the most is that he counts. The interest and percentage can almost be told to you immediately after you say it. A Liang's story can be written, but he never talks about it. It may be because of frequent failures, because before coming to be a pilot. He opened a restaurant in Guangzhou, and of course he should also be the most downbeat boss I have ever seen.

He often mentioned to us that every day at work, if he doesn't want to eat instant noodles, he would go to the restaurant of Saibaiwei to buy a twelve-inch sandwich. After half-half in three equal parts, eat this three meals a day. After cooling, it was heated in a microwave oven, and it only cost more than 20 yuan in two days.

He occasionally talked about the people and things he met in the restaurant, but he never spoke in detail. Since this is a failed experience, we will not ask.

But even if he only talks about corners and corners, a good story has been made up here.

As for Afu who came later, he was older than us. But Afu's appearance was very young, when I started to persuade Afu to work seriously in the way of teaching an old man like an old man. Later, when I learned that I was seven years old, I was also very shocked. Afu's stories are relatively few, but what can be said is classic. It's a pity to talk to me here first, if I have a chance in the future I will elaborate.

These three people became my friends, colleagues and roommates.

The birthdays of the four of us are fortunate to be together.

At this point, "Light, Short, Scattered" began to have its own rhythm, and began to solidify into a day after moving into a new home.

I am also glad that I have three colleagues who can take care of me, so that I can devote almost all my energy to writing.

I will elaborate on my story next.

Three years ago, I just joined the airport.

Work here takes a day off.

It always sounds better than it seems.

It takes almost sixteen to twenty-four hours a day.

I get up at 4:30 every morning and can get off work at the earliest at 5 pm.

It will be at five o'clock tomorrow morning at the latest.

Twenty-four hours of work almost always happen to us.

Take a day off and rest for a day, but the rest time is really used for rest.

Because you need to sleep, at least two seven hours of sleep.

Your real rest time is about ten to fourteen hours.

At the beginning, I was really not tired at all.

Because you are thinking about it every day, today's work is done and tomorrow is rest.

In fact, the coolest day is just a few hours before work, because you can really relax. Knowing that tomorrow's day will have nothing to do with you, this feeling is similar to Friday afternoon when you are in school. Looking forward to a beautiful weekend, if you have to ask me when I am most uncomfortable.

You may think it is a rest afternoon or evening, no.

I want to say that the most uncomfortable thing is the moment when I get up after a rest day.

Resting today means getting up at 4:30 tomorrow morning, which means tightening your nerves to deal with everything that follows.

Taking a day off and a day off brings me almost carefree on the day of the rest. Playing everything I want to play with care, I was almost addicted to online games for half a year.

Xiaobai took me away from the video game hall, and the dead brother told me that the handheld and the console would be eliminated by the world.

And what now allows everyone to continue to generate spiritual dependence is called online games.

It is more convenient and faster.

Just remember your account number and password, and spend a little time waiting for the client to download and update on your computer.

Afterwards, whether it is a single player or a group of people.

You can always continue to enjoy it, playing the hottest game today.

Until it started to become less fun, change one to continue this is the day I live every day.

I do n’t know how many games there are in this world, and I ca n’t remember how much time I wasted on it.

Until one day, I found her boring in this world.

A girl, very cute girl.

She also plays games, of course, but she has something very different from ours.

She likes literature, the kind of literature that is truly pure.

I can often see her talking about a famous book she saw all night, and even picking up her own pen to write a few thousand words after reading.

This reminds me of my past. I seem to have written some stories when I was confused.

Some stories that I think are very good, I hooked her up.

Using my story, everyone should remember "I am not bad". That was my first story and the first story I told her.

We made a contract, and I told her a bedtime story before bed every day.

I said one after another, it lasted a whole month.

Yes, this is the predecessor of "Light, Short, Scattered" you see now.

That day, I finished my last story. I intend to confess to her, and I didn't expect her to accept it so readily.

She asked me why I told these stories to her. When I could n’t find it online, I said that because these are my own stories.

She said to me at the time: "Why don't you try to post these stories online for everyone to see?"

I was silent that night, and I thought a lot.

The happiest thing is not that I have a girlfriend, but what the girlfriend said to me.

Why not let everyone look at it.

I sat in front of the computer and thought for a long time.

I tried to enter my pen name, but I did n’t know what to call for a long time.

The words "Come on" came into my eyes.

Yeah, come on. Why would everyone like my work?

Come on. Why do you have to share what you write?

At that time, I knocked down "Okay" and pressed OK. I was thinking at the moment why I pressed OK so decisively.

Come on, it became my pen name.

And I fell into thought together.

What exactly am I writing?

fairy tale? It really counts as a fairy tale.

Science fiction? It does have many sci-fi frameworks.

Short story? It is indeed very short, unlike the current web texts ranging from millions to millions.

prose? It's really messy and terrible, it's all types. And I also want to repeat various types, but what is it?

I later found a word called light novel.

I really wrote novels, light novels are novels that can be easily read.

I wrote light novels, short stories, and essays with no clue.

Light, short and scattered. . . .

This is all I wrote.

I started writing for it and started to update my stories one after another.

Of course, in order to write this beautiful story, I gave up a lot.

Remember taking a break from my work?

I remember the deepest when I got a bottle of liquor and a bottle of Red Bull every day after work.

Drink Red Bull first and finish what you want to say and write.

Drink liquor again, so that I can sleep well at night.

This kind of day lasted for half a year, and I paid a lot for it.

The third year I worked was also the year I wrote the novel.

Airport expansion. In order to become an international airport, the original 1,500-meter runway was doubled.

The three-kilometer runway can accommodate any aircraft on the market to land here.

Expansion means a lot, and the airport has to cut expenses.

The ground should be redesigned, and the expansion of the territory will leave enough space for the runway and the new airport.

I have been to some of the larger airports, and it feels like I have to walk at least ten minutes from the moment I get off the plane to get out of the airport.

The airport we are about to expand is also aimed at this goal.

The place where the airport runway is to be expanded happens to be our dormitory.

I don't feel distressed about dismantling my own things at the airport.

I can only move from the dormitory to another place, but for someone like me who ca n’t graduate from college.

I can imagine how difficult it is to move, so I met these three.

Three people plus me, four people assembled a whole floor in a small village near the airport.

Four rooms, two toilets in one hall.

This is my living environment, and I wrote most of the stories you see now.

But recently, I left the blocked airport for love.

Back in the city, he gave up his job at the airport.

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