safe in distress

"If you think I'm vexatious and annoying, then get a divorce! It's not up to you!"

In the dream, the outlines of the people in front of me are blurred, but those eyes are very conspicuous, cold and without a trace of warmth, making people feel palpitations.

He was silent for a long time, just when Joan thought he would get the usual unprincipled compromise.

The man finally spoke, he said.

"Then let's get a divorce."

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Three twenty-six in the morning.

Joan opened his eyes, and the nightmare made him palpitate.He stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, wrapped in the quilt and tried to breathe out.

The sky outside was so dark that there was no gleam of brilliance, which made his heart restless.

He hadn't dreamed about the past for a long time, who knew that he would still be shocked when he thought of it.

He turned over and got up from the narrow single bed, went to the door of the bedroom and turned on the light. The temperature of the light dispelled the coldness of the dream and made him less flustered.

Joan wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but it was a pity that he was not at home for work during the day, and the kettle was already empty, and now he could only keep on boiling water. He looked at the boiling water bottle that was gradually smoking, as if he saw someone vaguely shadow.

But the smoke dissipated, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Warm water flowed into the mouth of the cup. Joan held the cup and took a few small sips, then returned to the bedroom, hugging his baby by the pillow and trying to fall asleep.

"Good night." He pinched the round ears of the white cloth bear, "Mr. Xiong."

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At eight o'clock in the morning, Qiao An, who came to work, could no longer see that he had just spent a sleepless night, and he still looked radiant.

He is almost thirty this year, and he has long understood the truth of smiling when the sun rises, no matter how difficult the night is.

Life doesn't sympathize with anyone, and neither does the boss.

"Brother An!" As soon as he sat down, a young man from his department dragged an armchair and slipped over. "Have you heard? Tomorrow, the head office will arrange for someone to come over and become our boss."

"I heard." Joan nodded.

He has been doing sales in this medical device company for three or four years. For various reasons, their company was recently acquired by a private company in another province, and their small fish and shrimps were also packaged and sold to the other party.

However, Qiao An didn't care about these things. After the acquisition, his job didn't change much. Along with being busy, he also had a salary increase, which couldn't be better.

"Brother An, do you know who the general manager transferred this time is? He is young, unrestrained and celibate, a workaholic, and I heard that he was poached from abroad..."

"Don't, don't, you can talk to someone else." Qiao An begged for mercy with a smile. He admired the young people nowadays, with their frighteningly strong intelligence capabilities. "Go to the little girl and tell them, people love to listen."

As for him, he is long past the age of dreaming.

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Go to work, work, leave work, go home.

Joan's life is as regular as a clock that goes round and round, day after day, year after year, without any taste.

There aren't many things to do these days, and as soon as six o'clock arrives, the office becomes lively.

Joan raised his head from the report, looked through the open door of the office and looked at the noisy employees outside the door, smiling and shaking his head.

The lively one ran to the door of his office and asked him.

"Minister Qiao, we are going to have dinner after get off work, do you want to come together?"

"I thought about it too, but I went. Who will stay with this quotation and work overtime for me?" Qiao An was not a few years older than them, and he was more than friendly, but not majestic. The employees below were not afraid of him, so he smiled when he said that wave.

"The minister worked hard, let's go! See you on Monday."

"Go away." Joan waved his hand to fend off the flies, "Don't be an eyesore here."

The excitement came and went quickly. After the group of young people left in a noisy manner, the entire sales department fell silent.It was as if scalding boiling water had been thrown into an ice cellar, and there was no heat left.

Fortunately, Qiao An has long been used to the silence after the bustle, and there is nothing wrong with it.He got up and stretched his tense back, picked up the red pen and drew a lifelike rose on the waste paper as if for fun, held it for a look, crumpled it in the palm of his hand and threw it into the waste paper Basket, buried in the work again.

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Everyone in the company knows that Minister Qiao of the sales department learned to draw.

Although he has a bachelor's degree, his major has nothing to do with his current job. The reason why he was able to become a minister from an ordinary salesman in four years is not only his luck, but also his desperate work.

It is rumored that Minister Qiao once waded through mountains and rivers and climbed courtyard walls in order to make a deal. To snatch the business at hand is like a vicious dog snatching food from his mouth. If he can't snatch it away, he will be bitten.

Joe's vicious dog doesn't match that delicate face at all.

As for Minister Qiao himself who heard the rumors, he just felt that everyone was exaggerating. He was nothing more than doing his duty and being appreciated by others.

As for working hard, it's just to make a living, and he is also very tired.

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After voluntarily working overtime until after eight o'clock, Qiao An packed up his things and prepared to go home.

The house he rented was not too close to the company, but fortunately, the transportation was convenient, and it could be reached directly by subway, so it was convenient enough for him even if he got off work a little late.

"It's just off work, Minister Qiao."

The security guards at the door knew him very well, and greeted him as usual when they saw him leave.

"Yeah." Qiao An nodded, and when he smiled, the dimples that were invisible on weekdays were revealed, and he looked very young, "Ms. Li has worked hard."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, we all work at our own jobs, and you are the hardest, hahaha." The security team leader knew him very well, and said to him with a smile, "Minister Qiao, the learning method you told my son last time It was very effective, this time I was promoted to hundreds of people at the end of the term, which made my mother so happy..."

"Really? This is a good thing." Joan was happy, and then was stuffed with a pack of canned food.

"This is the kimchi made by our own family. You can take it home and have a taste!" The old father, whose son is about to grow, is full of pride. "Next time our family will treat you to dinner."

"Okay. Then I'll have the cheek to come over and eat."

Joan is very good at chatting, as if he would like everything you like, hate everything you hate, worry about everything you worry about, and meet everyone so late.

It seemed like he could be with anyone if he wanted to.

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When he returned home with the cans, except for the convenience store downstairs, there were no lights to greet him.

Qiao An seemed to be lonely, but when the voice-activated lights in the corridor sounded with the sound of footsteps, it seemed to be an illusion.

After all, Mr. Minister, who can go to the sky and enter the earth, how can he be fragile.

"I am back."

He reached out to press the light, and said hello to the photo in the frame on the table.

In the photo, two young people are sitting on a gorgeous swing and smiling at the camera, one is tall and handsome and the other is petite and round.

None of them seem to be him, and you have to work hard to identify the sweet young man in front of you in order to connect with the thin and thin Joan in front of you.

Joan put the gift she just received into the refrigerator, neatly put away the things she brought to work, washed her hands, and changed her clothes.

His home clothes today are light blue short-sleeved clothes with an abstract rose pattern drawn on the front, which is not very attractive, and it is a female style. Although it is wide, the sleeves are much shorter than men's short-sleeved ones, which always feels weird. .These were bought by Qiao An at a street stall back then, two for 15 yuan, and one for men with an ugly little crown printed on it.

Both are not good-looking, but fortunately they are made of pure cotton. Joan has worn them for more than five years, and after washing them, they are so old that they are rotten.

After much deliberation, Joan was still reluctant to throw it away, the rotten hole was just the rotten hole, anyway, he couldn't see the rot on his back.

Invisible rotten holes are no rotten holes, hahaha.

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People always have to go through the beatings of life to know the importance of saving. Qiao An had some troubles at home a few years ago, and suddenly became poor.So even though Minister Qiao has a stable job and a monthly income of tens of thousands, he is still reluctant to throw away a rotten short-sleeve.

After all, you have to save money to buy a small house.

While chopping shallots, Joan happily planned to buy a small apartment of about [-] square meters every few months.

At that time, he will be able to have a home again.

Thinking of this, he became a little happier, and happily added an extra egg to himself.

Joan's cooking skills were learned from the chefs in the restaurant when she worked part-time in the restaurant.Not to mention [-]% of the learning, there are still [-]% or [-]%. It's just that Minister Qiao has kept his secrets for so long, and no one else has eaten the food he made. It's because others have no luck.

The delicious fried rice with eggs came out of the pot very quickly. Qiao An took the bowl and nestled cross-legged on the sofa. He didn't pay much attention to the small room, so he turned on the TV and looked around.

Joan switched back and forth, but stopped for a piece of news.

“本市光明区德湘苑一套中式别墅于7月2日进行司法拍卖，该别墅建筑面积1274.61平方米，起拍价5360.7万，配有9室8厅10卫2厨1泳池以及独门独户前后花园，最终用户周先生以5492万元竞拍成功......”

The luxurious furnishings in the villa were shown one by one by the camera, Joan buried his head and stuffed a big mouthful of rice, and said vaguely.

"The grass grows so tall, and we don't trim it."

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Take a closer look, the dilapidated swing in the yard of this villa is exactly the same as the one in his old photos.

It's just that things are, and people are not.