Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Walking on the road, I was a little dangling. My brain cannot be quiet, and the exhaustion that has been unloaded and piled into the corner is still on my shoulders. The previous one is nothing but a short-lived imagination. I just cannot feel the heavy weight temporarily because of the effect of alcohol. Feeling--but as long as I yaw a little bit, as long as my forward steps fall a little bit slowly, the deviated center of gravity and the power of the fall can instantly make me regain consciousness.

According to Jocelyn, the episode between her and the big boss happened recently. So Ms. Cui had heard about our plan from the big boss before. This is entirely possible. Of course, she would not specifically choose this kind of time to smash the venue, but everything is explained by "coincidence" alone, and it is always unbelievable.

Is it really such a coincidence?

Our access control is relatively strict. If it is a general visitor who does not know the front desk, the employee needs to declare in advance on the intranet, and the employee will pick up the person after the visit. But after all, Ms. Cui has a special identity and has the option to take the initiative. Reasons for bypassing the filing process... I still feel uneasy in my heart.

It looks calm and calm, but I feel that the mountains and rain are about to come; until now, there are surprises and no dangers. Who knows, what is the situation after autumn?

The land with four distinct seasons has already entered autumn.

And the heat I felt has not stopped.

I answered the phone, and Miss Pan De's voice came from the handset of the phone: "I was taking a shower just now. What's wrong?"

"Old Pan." I called her.

Miss Pan De laughed like a gentle wind in the night: "What's the matter?"

"Can I find you tonight?" I scratched my nose and sat on the outermost seat of the bus stop. I feel dizzy, but fortunately my body is instinctively looking for the safest place.

"Now?" She paused for less than a second, "Okay. When will you arrive?"

"Hmm..." I prolonged my voice, "Nine twenty?"

"Yao."

"Um?"

"Did you drink? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"No." I slowly stood up, the car was almost there, "then shall we see you in ten minutes?"

"Well-can you keep it like this? I mean keeping the call." Miss Pande spoke quickly.

I reacted for a while, "di" the transportation card, and found Zhang Kong's chair to sit down: "Okay. Do you miss me? You rarely make such requests."

She didn't know what she was laughing at: "If you insist, that kind of conjecture also holds."

"What does'guess' mean?" I tried to keep my voice down, while rummaging in my bag while searching for headphones to put on. I know that after drinking too much, I can’t control the volume when I speak. At this moment, I feel like I’m already talking with mosquitoes, but Miss Pan De still seems to hear very clearly.

She didn't answer my question, there was only a slight noise on the earpiece. I didn't ask any further--to be honest, I have forgotten what the first half of my sentence was at the moment.

After a while, Miss Pan De said: "You didn't take the subway?"

"I came here by bus and didn't want to go down the stairs before." I said, "Why do you know?"

She pondered, and finally said: "I have super powers."

I repeatedly checked the things I brought to make sure nothing was missing, and said, "I know, it's different from the broadcast in the car. Don't lie, bad woman."

She was laughing again.

"What are you laughing at!" I try to ensure that my voice is quiet but deterrent at the same time.

Miss Pan De's smile continued, and she didn't answer me. She just said: "What are you packing up? I heard the'eyebrow pencil' three times."

"How do you know I'm packing up?" I frowned slightly, looking around, "Are you in the car?"

She burst into laughter, seemingly unable to stop it. When she spoke again, Miss Pan De couldn't help but smile: "Yao, listen, I think yours..." She laughed for a long time, "I think all your things should be in the bag. You have some Have they been taken out?"

"No." I shook my head, picked up the bag and put it on my lap, and looked around again, "Nothing is outside, except for my headphones."

"Where are the headphones?" she asked me.

"The earphones are in the ears."

"Good." Miss Pan De coaxed me, "You take the bag, okay?"

I reluctantly said: "Okay."

"Which bus are you taking?" Her coaxing tone became more and more obvious. I was a little unhappy, but on the one hand I felt very useful.

I squeezed the bag while answering her. I also want to open it again and check it to make sure everything is packed: the car stopped at this time.

Miss Pan De was waiting for me at the drop-off point. Her hair was still wet, and the straw brown shawl made of cotton and linen wrapped her arms, hiding her white T-shirt and beautiful lines. She reached out to help, and I passed the bag over.

"It's kind of like a salesman who just came home from a business trip. It's even more like a briefcase with a buckle like lawyers." I walked a little ahead and turned my head when I saw that she hadn't followed. Ya?"

She stuffed the bag to my chest: "I didn't come to carry your bag."

I was holding the bag, feeling inexplicable, but still vaguely realized that I was doing something wrong. I waited for her, walked side by side with her to her house, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you like my analogy? I'm not saying you must be the kind of little girl waiting for the salesman's parents to bring home gifts..."

She glanced at me: "Why must you be the parent?"

"I don't know." I thought hard, and Miss Pande stood by and waited for me to think. She held my left elbow with one hand in a awkward posture, as if she was some kind of caregiver for me. Maybe you want to hold me? When I lifted my hand a little, Miss Pan De rolled her eyelids, and the corners of her eyes smiled slightly.

She is still holding me. I looked left and right, and the hand carrying the bag lifted up laboriously, pulling the mask upwards.

"You look like a thief." Miss Pande said.

"Ah." I looked at her, "I know, because I feel so warm. It's not like I feel like a parent-I feel like the person who is greeted and who is finally going home."

She held me forward, looking only at the road, at a slower pace than usual: "Okay."

I frowned slightly: "What is ‘okay’? Oh-yes, why do I look like a thief?"

"The way you pull the mask." She only answered the second half, "still a dumb thief."

Miss Pende kept holding me to the living room, not even letting me change my shoes. I stepped on the carpet and immediately felt very guilty, and I wished to get up and find a vacuum cleaner for cleaning. But she will definitely be upset when I say this, I can only say: "Why do you think of me so today?"

Miss Pan De rolled her eyes at me for the first time in history.

She never rolled her eyes with me!

My heart was shocked, and I immediately stood up: "What's wrong!"

She pointed to the sofa: "Sit down."

So I sat down again obediently.

Miss Pan De brought water and gave me a towel. She was not far away from me, but her eyes stayed on me. After observing for a while, she asked, "Do you feel dizzy?"

"No." I felt that at least two or three seconds had passed. "What brand of carpet cleaner do you use? I don't think the cleaners that claim to be dry-cleaning work well."

Miss Pande rested her chin: "How much wine did you drink?"

"No more than two hundred milliliters of vodka. But I haven't been able to drink much water today, and the quality of dinner is also worrying." I told the truth, "Do you think I'm drunk?"

If her sigh seemed to be non-existent, I thought it was my illusion. Miss Pan De sat down next to me, putting the back of her hand at a suitable temperature on my cheek: "I think you are a little excited. Drink some water, okay?"

I grabbed her hand and prevented her from getting up: "It's so comfortable."

She laughed softly, and put the towel that I had tucked aside just now into my hand: "How about this?"

"But I like you better." I frowned slightly, and my voice was long.

Miss Pan De rubbed my hair: "If you promise to drink a glass of water first, I will lend you a hand to apply your face."

I feel a little awkward: "You shouldn't negotiate terms with your girlfriend."

She raised her eyebrows and pulled her hands away: "Say it again."

I curled my mouth and took the water glass on the coffee table.

Miss Pan De embraced me with one hand and patted my arm lightly. The other hand really stuck to my face as agreed, and then changed to the palm of the hand, and then to the back of the hand. I was afraid that she would raise her hand for too long and her muscles would sore. I had changed her mind, but Miss Pan De just shook her head.

The night scene of the city is submerged under the tall buildings, and the skyline in the distance is dotted with the lights of the industry by the dock. The coast has never had a familiar taste, but for some reason, the crude oil silos waiting for the distillate, the tall cooling towers, and the containers going in and out of the port make me feel so nostalgic and give me the illusion: as if I finally arrived, I can unload me The burden of the place seems to have gone, and the spirit is relaxed, like the tangy aroma from the pastry shop in the depths of the canteen, the steam whistle from the family area during shift time, the brothers and sisters who have left school in the children’s school, calling friends and neighbors. The sound of a TV that is turned on too loud--

It seems that I am home.

When I opened my eyes, the factory disappeared. I am in the heart of the city, and it does refine oil here. However, where do you look for the black gold on Jurong Island in the extremely cold heights?

I am still safe as if shrunk in my own bed.

Miss Pan De pursed her lips, moved her hand slowly, and asked softly, "Did you sleep well?"

"Not sleepy anymore." I squeezed my neck. "I dreamt of an oil factory."

She was a little surprised, and stretched out her left arm in front of me: "You mean those in the west? Which company?"

I didn't think it was funny, but I was the one who made people's arms numb. I gently relaxed my arms for her, while paying attention to her look, so as not to make my hands too heavy. I said: "It should be a dream of my parents working place. Have I said that I can play the piano?"

Miss Pan De nodded gently.

"Every time I go back to Langfang on a long vacation, I go to a place about two blocks away from our community to practice piano. My teacher is very old and his hand was injured in the 1970s. I can no longer play the piano. Respect him." I roughly gave a gesture, and I don’t know if she could understand it, "I mentioned to you before that we can basically be self-sufficient there. Even for people who come on business trips, there are hotels that operate in-house to receive them. , We call it'guest house', and'entertainment' means reception."

She listened carefully while enjoying my massage.

"When I was in the fourth grade, the hotel near the teacher's house opened. I find it very strange, because very few people visit us, and business people don't tend to live outside." There is no movement on my hand. Stop, "At that time, I always felt that when I returned home from the winter vacation, I would hear the news of the hotel's closure. After all, the commercial scale of general banquets could hardly support such a luxurious building."

"You had a wide range of interests when you were a kid."

"Perhaps it was influenced by classmates. You may not know that Beijing is a city that cares about social development from elementary school students to taxi drivers." I smiled.

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows: "What is the result? Has your judgment been fulfilled?"

I shook my head: "That hotel is still alive now."

She put her hand down, no longer let me massage, and gently held my right hand.

Miss Pande's gaze stayed on my face.

I said lightly: "The second day after returning home from the winter vacation, I saw my dad and a strange woman walking out of the hotel."