The sky outside the window had already become very dark. In the huge office, only my seat was still dimly lit.
Due to the insomnia of the past few days, there was a small mistake in one of the jobs during the day. The end of the document was not replaced in time, resulting in the need to be left alone after work. He watched others leave the company with joy and anticipation, and went home to enjoy the warmth that was not easy to come by.
And I had to work hard at the desk that had accompanied me for two months. Although I was very unwilling, it was still my fault. Even if it was just an ordinary document, it might not even be adopted. However, when I thought about how my colleagues around me were usually busy or had something important to do, they would look for me. Today, I just wanted to get off work early and go home to spend time with my wife, but I couldn't do it. Was this the warmth of human feelings?
When I need you, I'm passionate about you. When I don't need you, I'm desperate for you!
A salary of 3000 yuan was nothing in a second-tier city. Moreover, I had a family on my shoulders. I had a wife and a child who was just one month old and was still waiting for me, a disappointing father, to bring him milk powder.
Sometimes, I really feel tired. Oh, no, perhaps I've already become a walking corpse, or perhaps I'm just repeating and busying myself with one thing.
When I was done with work, I rubbed my tired eyes and took the last night bus. After walking another kilometer back home, my wife had already fallen asleep. Because we were still in the confinement period, we didn't sleep in the same room. Before returning to the study, I passed by the crib.
The baby was sleeping soundly. I looked at the diapers and milk powder on the table that were about to run out. I couldn't help but feel a little tired. This might be a responsibility, a responsibility that a father must have.
For the sake of the baby and this family, I dragged my tired body into the study and turned on the old computer. The keyboard was covered with ashes. I lit a cigarette and began to think about the plot.
I couldn't help but feel angry when I thought about how my boss scolded me during the day. Why, why did he treat me so specially? Why did we always meet with a cold face? What did I do wrong? Or have I never been pleasing to your eyes?
But what can I do? Who can I vent my anger on?
A cold and heartless boss? Or a wife who is full of expectations for me, but I can't give her anything in return?
Thinking of the book I had to write part-time, the job that I hoped to earn some cigarette money, and the few loyal readers I had on this website, I thought that I had found a good place to vent.
Perhaps, only you are willing to listen to what I have to say tonight.
Sigh…
" Finally, Fuuma wants to say that he doesn't have a TJ. It's just that he's been in a bad mental state for the past few days and has been particularly busy with work. Don't worry, Fuuma promised you that he would continue to write and write this book well. Although I don't know how much money I can earn, Fuuma also wants to earn some money from smoking.
I have to work harder for this family!
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