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So I heard Chapter 59: No phone text field

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    Saturday, April 30, 2016, the last day of April.  At 7 o'clock in the morning, I went out to the West Lake Store to ask about the store. I also said hello to the proprietress of the optical shop.  She said that I was still so thin and had not gained weight. She wanted to say that I was too stressed and couldn't gain weight, but she didn't say that. Instead, she said that I was drinking coffee all the time.  It is often heard that people who like to drink coffee are usually thinner.  It's the first time I've arrived at the store so early, before 8 o'clock. Today is the last day. It's finally over. Time goes really fast. I still remember that I have to be at full attendance in April this month. Now it's the last day. It's over in a blink of an eye.  A month has passed.  The weather is warm, the sun is not too bright, and there are many people relaxing on weekends. We see groups hiking, couples traveling, families and friends.  It¡¯s noon. I feel heavy and drowsy. I fell asleep at 3:30 midnight and woke up at 5 o¡¯clock. After I woke up, I read some updates on his book and saw that I fell asleep. Then I woke up again at 6 o¡¯clock, until now.  Something happens, but you are too lazy to take care of it or talk about it, and you are in a bad mood.  The battery of the mobile phone is charging slower and slower. Now it is charging. From 8 o'clock to 12 o'clock, it still only has 50 clicks. It cannot go up, but fortunately it has not come down.  However, the battery of my mobile phone suddenly dropped to 0, and it turned off and charged very slowly. I went to the mobile phone store to ask if there was a new battery. The service staff said that the battery was not being replaced and I had to send it to the manufacturer to check and replace it. What could I do?  I need the phone on my phone and I can't send it in for repair.  Sweat!  He quickly installed the dismantled laptop in the main store and took it to the desk in the secondary store.  I have some things to go out to deal with today, alas!  When I was about to run in and out, I felt a sense of trepidation. The ones that ran out were work and personal matters, and the ones that ran in were just typing a few words.  ¡°After perfect attendance this time, it is unlikely that I will do it again. Perfect attendance is suitable for professional writers and people with a lot of free time. It is really not suitable for people like me who are worried about several prisons in their hearts.  If it weren't for the support of little readers and Xiaohan, it might have stopped midway. There is no point in working hard for the sake of perfect attendance. It would be even more meaningless to give up if you are already working hard, don't you think?  I received a notice that I had to go out to talk at 8:50, and now it¡¯s 6:30 in the evening.  I feel so sleepy.  This is troublesome, there are two places to go, really.  I entered and exited the company door nearly twenty times throughout the day today.  No, I have to squint first. I feel like my heart is about to wither and my vision is hazy.  "No, there are too many things to deal with."  Let Xiao Han say it!  "The Realm of Words" In Xiao Han's eyes, words have always had a calm and quiet beauty.  Just like the blue and white flowers just baked in the porcelain kiln on a rainy day.  Elegance and freshness, and a lovely openness in the noisy world.  Life becomes more and more poetic because of this.  Most people will come up with all kinds of tricks based on their own interests and hobbies to make their space as romantic and warm as possible.  It always makes her feel like she has strayed into the depths of lotus flowers, so she becomes intoxicated and doesn't know where to go.  Walking like a passer-by in the space filled with the fragrance of ink and the moving figures of people, not awakening from the peaceful poetic dream, quietly wandering in the melodies of those poetic rhymes.  Listen to the strings of the guzheng being gently plucked in your heart, and watch the comments piled up one after another upstairs and downstairs.  And she was deeply intoxicated by the elegance and uniqueness of the words.  So much so that every punctuation mark between consecutive sentences has a different charm in her eyes.  If coupled with the perfect combination of audio, video and text, it would make her feel as if she had entered a fairyland outside the clouds. If she used a flower to describe it, she would think it would be nothing more than the jasmine flower that is blooming at the moment.  White and elegant.  Overflowing with freshness, not pretentious, not exaggerated, and firmly guarding a pure and concise thought, a clean spiritual sanctuary.  Put aside the fatigue in the daytime reality, put the true heart on the fingertips of the pen, and slowly flow into the space with tears or laughter, and towards the places we pass by.  So, we still smell the fragrance of happy flowers when we are sad.  Taste the taste of happiness, see the clear water and blue sky of a foreign land when my eyes are tired, and have the warmth of friendship to rely on when I am lonely.  Although he seems to be frail, he actually has a hedgehog-like temperament, a space to express his personality, and a writing field of his own unique temperament.  There is a cold and arrogant feeling in the bones, just like the water of Yaochi, which makes people look up and cannot bear to get close, let alone dare to get close.  I have a very sensitive and fragile heart, and I feel more and more that it is best to write the words at the end, leaving only the words and my lonely gaze.  He is delicate and affectionate about words, eager to be noticed and understood, but he blocks all information about himself, misunderstandings, and not explaining.  Only appreciate the article without talking, only comment on the article without chatting.  The rolling red dust is rising up against the starry sky.  Touch the pearl flowers lightly, and suddenly the sunny sky will be supported, and your thoughts will be as graceful and beautiful as flowers.  In the blink of an eye, she is twenty years old, and she seems destined to be more stable and less childish; more realistic and less fantasy; more wise and less wild.  The contemplation of life is like a vast sea of ??people.?.  How many people are envious of it, how many people linger in the glory of the stars and the moon, the bustle of the city, the comfort of drinking and banquets, chatting, laughing and playing, or sitting side by side in front of flowers under the moon, talking about the romance of spring clouds and summer rain, or encounters in a foreign country.  Therefore, we know that the high mountains are enriched by flowing water, and there is also the glitz of traveling to social circles and going to Fengyue Pavilion.  However, the light of dreams can never break away the shadow of the night, the short flower season will eventually wither, the wine in the cup cannot wash away the sorrow in the heart, and if you raise the cup frequently, some people will let the tea get cold, so  , in noisy streets and quiet countryside, a unique state of mind and loneliness often enters everyone's heart.  ??And loneliness is not the departure of a lonely goose in autumn, it is the direction of a young eagle with spread wings to fly in the future.  It is a meditation on life.  Loneliness, like happiness, is also an experience of life, and it is also a kind of perception of life.  Dressed in ice and snow dancing in the east wind, she especially likes daffodils, which are clean, elegant and beautiful.  So every winter, I would raise a few plants, put them in exquisite small flowerpots, add water, put a few small stones, and place them in a corner of the room to let them grow quietly.  Whenever the cold wind blows down every sycamore leaf outside the window, at that bleak end of the year, the narcissus begins to pull out long, thin and slightly curved green leaves, as elegant and free as a girl's long skirt.  Gradually, from the top of the green stems in the middle of the green dress, there are flowers in bud, shyly lowering their heads, waiting for the sun, waiting for hope.  It seems to be comforting people: Winter has come, can spring be far behind?  Perhaps inadvertently, the narcissus buds bloomed quietly, spreading their smiles like a shy little girl, revealing their fragrance.  Narcissus Tingting jade stands on the clear water and white rocks.  Just like Xiao Han.
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