The third option: I am uncle control

After eating and washing the dishes, he saw that his fingers had wet rashes again. In summer, he was very diligent in soaking in water, and it was normal for him to have trouble for a week or two.

Although the room is not big, the owner is clean and needs cleaning every day.Large objects such as bedding and clothes are disposed of uniformly on the "days of heavy washing" every week.I usually tidy up wardrobes, under beds, toilets, shoe racks, floor tiles, and windows one by one on a daily basis, down to doorknobs, light bulbs, and faucets... Divide the general cleaning into more than [-] odd jobs, and do them sequentially every day. Unknowingly, the house Always clean like a five star hotel.Of course, water rashes are inevitable on the hands.

It feels more comfortable to hold a pen than to hold a wet cloth.The desk is leaning against the edge of the bed, and there is a black metal pen holder at the corner of the desk. Eighteen black patent leather pencils are tightly bunched, with the sharp points pointing upwards.The thick and chubby fingers point to those nibs, and take out one; the left hand finds a piece of A4 printing paper in a thick stack of used A[-] printing paper, turns it sideways, and continues his thinking on the white paper.The first stroke penetrates the back of the paper, and the last stroke is long, straight and sharp.The pencil is more slender in his hand.Each of these paper manuscripts may bring daily expenses for a year.Men will lie side by side with their bald pencils aside.The penholder made a sunken mark on his hand, leaving a light callus on the tip of his thumb.

Once upon a time, these hands were holding the gun, no matter on the sunlit training ground or on the night hills with no fingers, the palm of the hand could feel the wooden handle of the gun very clearly, and he was once infatuated with that feeling.

Today, this right hand often has to write out planning drafts one after another, and sign one cooperation contract after another to ensure the normal operation of the company.In the days before this, in that period of time that will affect all his future years, in the cabin in the uninhabited mountains, these hands used to carry a knife, a broad and sharp hatchet with a polished and solid handle , leaving scars and calluses that will never fade away on his hands; these hands once lifted and returned a bird with a healthy and simple coat, and he remembered the strange feeling of life beating in his palms.He firmly believes that building and having such hands is a must for him as a man.

It can hold both elegance and sharpness.