To my dear Mr. Meng

My computer was removed by the master yesterday afternoon.

I asked him to help copy the data inside, and he showed a very embarrassed expression after listening, as if I wanted him to dance a tango dance with his arms around the dead at the funeral.

It seems that most of my computer is more than auspicious.

As soon as I entered the office this morning, I saw a thick notebook lying on the desk.

Aunt Jiang, who cleaned this floor, said that it was found in the cracks of my main computer cabinet, and she thought it was something I left behind.

I thought there were priceless business secrets hidden in it, but when I opened it, I found that there were only two pages in the book, which were the records of a regular meeting three years ago.Really disappointed.

In the blank space on the second page, a signature pen wrote a line:

"I have used Lai Xiao's computer to sort out the cc, and I will save a copy locally after the computer is repaired."

It seems that this workstation has poor feng shui and specializes in computers.

In the virtue of thrift, I intend to fill this book before throwing it away, so as not to disturb my conscience.This is a habit I have developed over the years, perhaps thanks to the overwhelming public service advertisements for environmental protection.

It just so happens that work has been surprisingly quiet recently, and there is no one to talk to in the office. I originally thought about writing two diaries, but the two-point and one-line life of the company and home every day is really boring. This plan was declared bankrupt two days later.

In addition, since President Zhou Biaozhou was on a business trip and specifically asked to help take care of the fish, I had no choice but to take the lead and run into the boiling water room more than a dozen times a day.

Boss Zhou has a unique taste, he doesn't like car beauties, but has a special liking for fish farming.Tropical fish tanks as big as bathtubs are grandly placed in the boiling water room. I counted them last week, and there are [-] fish tanks in total. The species are unknown and colorful.I have always believed that tropical fish is a species, and it is a gimmick to fool people with so many names.

Zhou Biao said that I am a layman, but fortunately I still study literature.

I was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing where to start and get back.

Lao Zhou thought he was convincing me, so he gave the instruction "Young people should read more newspapers and study", strode out, and deprived me of all opportunities to argue.

Those who can roll in the frying pan of the shopping mall are indeed old fritters that can kill people without blood, and the rest are turned into smoldering boiling oil, with no scum left.

For example, Lao Zhou's female assistant, a gentle girl named Liang Xinru, has black and straight hair, and likes to smile with her lips pursed, and she has two dimples when she smiles.

I have a good impression of her, especially after she praised me for being handsome.

In the first few days when I first came here, I always heard Lao Zhou calling "Liang Xinru" quickly, and I mistakenly thought her name was Liang Jingru.

I don't know if her parents are Liang Jingru's fans, but it's true that this girl has courage.Last week, I remember it was Friday, and I was crossing my legs in the cubicle waiting to get off work. Lao Zhou suddenly rushed back to the company. It is said that he kicked the door in. The momentum was like an autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and the girl at the front desk on the ground floor Scared enough.When Boss Zhou came back, the first thing he did was go straight to the office of the head of the personnel department. The two old foxes closed the door and chattered for a long time, then called Liang Xinru in. After about an hour, Liang Xinru came out with a pale face and sobbing. up.

This matter is no small matter, and everyone spread it ten to ten times, and when it reached my ears, it almost became the newly released secret history of the Qing palace.Xiao Wang from the marketing department opened the door and came in, followed by Aunt Jiang who was sweeping the floor. It is said that Xiao Wang has recently become a celebrity in front of Boss Zhou.

Aunt Jiang waved the black body bag in her hand, with an unpredictable expression: "The little girl was crying and making noise in it, she must have been tossed and broken."

I was dumbfounded.

There were footsteps in the corridor, Lao Zhou came in with his tie on, and I immediately cast him admiring glances.Lao Zhou seemed to be moved by my enthusiastic gaze: "Why do you have green eyes?"

I nodded and bowed my head: "I'm excited to see the boss come back safely."

Boss Zhou, who came back from the Middle East, was thoughtful, as if trying to figure out how much I said.

I'm fairly familiar with Lao Zhou, but I can't dare to ask the three of them face to face if they have done anything indescribable in the office.However, Liang Xinru never came to work, and the gossip and gossip of my colleagues made me feel very itchy. Before I was ready to be fired and shine in the gossip career, Lao Zhou opened up the chatterbox at the dinner table.

Liang Xinru leaked some of the client's information. The little girl was inexperienced, so she couldn't steal the chicken without losing money, and she couldn't hide it from the old Zhou who was listening to her. She was sent away when she came back.

That's all that Lao Zhou told me. I don't know what else is under the table.It's really unpredictable.

In the second week, the office suddenly started to have rats, and the administrative department ordered all staff to rectify. I was also busy tidying up the two-foot-square cubicle, throwing all the food into Aunt Jiang's body bag.While tidying up the drawers, I suddenly found half a stick of fudge under a folder.

I just remembered that some time ago I suffered from hypoglycemia, and my face was as pale as if I was going to perform on stage. Liang Xinru asked, and gave me a tube of sugar the next day. She said that she has a lot of snacks, so I can ask her to eat whatever I want, and I don’t need to buy it myself.

I was a little moved when I thought of her going to ask her doctor friend, and telling me in a serious manner how to match her diet when she came back.

The color of the fudge has changed and I can no longer eat it. I also sprinkled a lot of white sugar in the drawer, some even sticking to a grayish-yellow ball and stuck to the bottom of the drawer. I had to ask Aunt Jiang for help and replaced it with a new one. drawer grid.

Liang Xinru's work station was cleaned up completely, and it was as clean as a strong wind passing through. Even the two pots of small succulents next to her computer were not spared, and Xiao Wang threw them into the trash can.

Only gray carpets, white desks, blue folders, black computers, and Xiao Wang, who always wears an infallible black and white suit, is left, always ready to shed blood for the Zhou Empire.

My mind seemed to be chewing a piece of stale meat over and over again, and I began to miss the girl's unique flower skirts and silk shirts, as well as the citrus-scented perfume, which made me feel refreshed all day long.

At lunch time the next day, I went downstairs and bought a random pot of succulents and put them next to the computer.Aunt Jiang saw it and praised me for my childlike innocence.

Gradually getting acquainted with Xiao Wang, I realized that this person is not all a gourd with a sawn mouth. Sometimes he likes to tell the creepy old stories of his hometown. After I listened to it, I immediately turned it off at noon in July Air conditioner.

The air conditioner inside and outside was on, and Lao Zhou, who was taking a nap, woke up from the heat, and rushed out sweating profusely to scold his mother. I invited him to sit down and drink a cup of herbal tea bought downstairs, and he was defeated.

The herbal tea was bought by Xiao Wang, in the euphemistic name of honoring me.I am inherently suspicious, especially after stepping into the troubled waters of the mall, I have always followed the four-character principle of the boss of the mall, "Learn the depths and act on the weak".After smelling it first, the smell was suspicious, and he refused to drink it for a long time, wishing to conjure up a silver needle to test the poison on the spot.However, under Xiao Wang's earnest gaze, I gritted my teeth and took a sip with a determination no less than that of the five heroes of Langya Mountain.

Damn it!

It tasted like horse urine mixed with Coke, or expired milk, sour and choking.It took a lot of sucking to keep from spitting that little mouthful back into the cup.

Xiao Wang kept asking, "Is it good? Is it good?"

His face was flushed with excitement, and I began to seriously suspect that there was something red in it.

Lao Zhou was not particular about it, so he picked up the leftover herbal tea I drank and sipped it.Xiao Wang held a story meeting for us, and he was full of spittle. Lao Zhou and I sat facing him with office chairs, only two big cattail fans and a plate of cold watermelon were missing.

Half an hour later, Lao Zhou stood up and said, "It's cool in your office." He fled back to the office, as if a rice field ghost was chasing him after him.

I sent an email to Mr. Meng the day before yesterday, telling him how bad the herbal tea bought by Xiao Wang was. He got back to me in the middle of the night, saying that a while ago, a foreign colleague invited everyone to his house for a party. Only cockroaches, everyone had diarrhea the next day and asked for leave collectively.

As soon as I listened to the music, I asked first: "How do you know that it is the concentrated taste of a hundred cockroaches? Did you secretly eat cockroaches behind my back?"

Immediately, he realized that the focus was off, and immediately asked: "Are you also having diarrhea?"

I glanced at the time, and it was midnight on his side, so I didn't care when I sent it.When I received a reply today, Mr. Meng said that he was determined not to drink any more after just one sip, and that he was lucky enough to escape. Regarding the first question, he only vaguely said that eating cockroaches is such an important life experience, and he must share it with me. .

Mr. Meng is born to say love words, although the content of this love words is a bit disgusting, but I still can't hide my face and scold him, and even giggled twice at the frigid email interface.

Xiao Wang immediately poked his head in and asked me if I was watching an adult pornographic video.

Mr. Meng works in a large foreign-funded company. Because of market development or business cooperation, I don’t remember the specifics. Zongling will be stationed abroad for almost two years, so now we are forced to be separated by oceans, and we can only wait with our fingers. He returned home on family leave to comfort the pain of lovesickness.

I haven't worked in the company for a long time, and I'm used to being lazy. At first, I was not used to chatting and relying on sending and receiving emails. I was surprised that Mr. Meng's colleagues used emails to chat and gossip.But now we are less than [-] kilometers apart, and with the jet lag, this bastard thing beats mandarin ducks, so we have to harass him by email.Due to work reasons, he always checks the mailbox.

Not only women, but also men have small stomachs when it comes to love. I once angrily accused Mr. Meng of being too fond of checking emails, and he would never forget to check emails even if he forgot to eat. After a hundred years, it is best to use that mobile phone. The computer was buried with him.

Not only was Mr. Meng not angry when he heard this, he seemed very happy on the contrary, and said to me, "That's good, I won't be so lonely lying in the grave."

He added: "Remember to write more letters."

This man must have been a monster who set fire to his heart in his previous life.

When I was free at work, I spent many boring afternoons with Xiao Wang's colorful hiccups, and spent my days chatting with Mr. Meng.

Forgot to mention, Mr. Meng is my boyfriend, we have known each other for 30 years.