Meng Yan's Transformation

When Zhan Mengyan came back from the restroom, there were only five people in line ahead of Zhan Zixun.

"Brother Zixun, it's finally our turn to get peanuts!"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she took a long breath, feeling relieved.

Zhan Mengyan looked back and saw a long, orderly line behind her. The neat line stretched from the peanut warehouse entrance all the way to the main entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative. It was truly a magnificent sight, with only the front lining up, not the end.

Some chatted quietly in the group, while others silently calculated how many peanuts they could peel, occasionally letting out a knowing laugh. People kept a certain distance from each other to allow for flexibility and freedom of movement. Children took advantage of this distance, running back and forth and playing, earning scolding from the adults.

As time passed, the line gradually moved forward. Every time someone received a bag of peanuts, the entire line would move forward a step. People's moods fluctuated accordingly. Some felt anxious and kept looking forward, while others waited patiently.

The crowd in the queue is diverse, young and old, men and women. At this moment, they are all equal and need to queue and wait according to the rules.

At the front of the line, staff from the supply and marketing cooperative busily served everyone. With smiles on their faces, they cordially engaged with everyone, answering questions, handling paperwork, and demonstrating, through words and deeds, the most efficient method for shelling peanuts. Their efficiency and professionalism gave those receiving their peanuts a sense of peace of mind and satisfaction.

As the line continued to move forward, people finally stepped into the door of the peanut warehouse. They all entered the spacious space happily, enjoying the joy of receiving peanuts.

Although the scene of queuing may seem simple, it contains many meanings. It represents order and discipline, and is a manifestation of fairness and justice.

This time of queuing allowed Zhan Mengyan to learn patience and waiting, and experience unity and cooperation.

In this busy and fleeting scene, people respect and tolerate each other. Whether in the queue or at the warehouse door, people feel the friendliness and care for each other.

Zhan Mengyan quietly watched the queue. Her impatience and anxiety gradually faded, and her eyes became softer. She seemed to be thinking about something...

"The queue is a symbol of civility. It reminds us that respecting others and respecting the rules is our shared responsibility. Whether it's collecting peanuts or in other areas of life, only through joint efforts can we create a more harmonious and better society. If you just returned to your original queue position after using the restroom, you're disrespecting the queue rules."

When Zhan Zixun spoke, he pulled Zhan Mengyan's arm and whispered earnestly in her ear.

"I... I waited in line for so long. I only left for a short while because I felt sick. I thought I could return to my original position in the queue. My special situation deserves special treatment. Isn't there a saying that the French Open is compassionate and the rules can be extenuating? I'm not being unreasonable..."

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, she was obviously lacking in confidence, and her voice was as low and thin as a mosquito.

"I thought you were just watching the queue quietly for a while, and then suddenly had an epiphany. Turns out you're just a blockhead! And you still think your ideas are right?"

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he gently tapped Zhan Mengyan's head.

Zhan Mengyan's face turned red instantly.

"I didn't say my idea was right. Didn't I get back in line? The facts prove that I respect the queue rules."

Zhan Mengyan looked unconvinced when she spoke.

"It was someone who just came back from the restroom and was so anxious that he squatted on the ground and cried because he didn't get back to his original queue position!"

Zhan Zixun laughed as he spoke.

"Zhan Zixun, you dare to laugh at me, you are a bad brother, I will ignore you!"

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, her lips were pouting as if an oil bottle could be hung on them.