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Chapter Nine 1. I love those details, your voice

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    (Take this car

    Where are we going?

    that warm light

    That confused light

    They take my sorrow

    Gradually enriched

    ¡ª¡ªXi Li's "A Rose": "But I love your voice, those details")

    Thirty-six

    At night in the city, western restaurants are always overcrowded. White-collar workers want to spend less money and have a good atmosphere. Western restaurants are the best place for them.  But not only them, those college students also came one after another, and the crowd reached its peak around seven o'clock.  In the past, people went to western restaurants for style, but now they often just go for fast food.

    After the first round of dinner, there are fewer guests.  But at nine o'clock, there are more people, because there are performances at this time, and every singer and musician has their regular fans.

    The small band in this Monte Carlo western restaurant usually consists of a guitarist and a bassist. They sing some very nostalgic music, such as Carpenter, American country songs, and so on.  There is a western restaurant that likes to play nostalgic music, and there is also a Shangri-La, where the singers like to sing songs of Luo Dayou and Tong Ange, and there is a female singer with a bald head and a male singer with a ponytail. Their harmony is really charming.  Many people born in the 60s and 70s rushed to Shangri-La Western Restaurant from far away places, such as the other side of the city, just for the solid nostalgia.

    During this period, Joan was particularly afraid of crowds.  Therefore, tonight she chose Monte Carlo, where there are relatively few guests.  She took a fancy to a table next to the fake tree. Although it was a fake tree, what else was real in the blurred lights?  Being able to illusory counts once at a time, this feeling may be similar to being drunk, to lighten oneself, to blur reality, to let oneself be free and float

    Her slender fingers stroked the green plaid.

    Right now, she has been summoned by the leader of the personnel department of the agency to have a talk, and the leader clearly told her that she will be transferred.

    There are several places for her to choose: the university hospital in the city, the Municipal Health Bureau, and the Municipal Statistics Bureau.

    Of course Joan chose to go to college.

    The leader said: "You keep surprising people: everyone understands the benefits of being a civil servant in the bureau."

    She bit her lip lightly as an answer.

    The leader is a middle-aged man with a shiny head, full of worldly knowledge, and has cultivated official politics to the postdoctoral level.  He couldn't understand Joan's virtue. At first, he felt that she was very inexplicable, discredited by the agency, and hated by others, but at the moment when she bit her lip to say goodbye, the leader suddenly felt that this seemingly noble woman was actually a very simple woman.  little woman.

    Joan has a campus complex.  Her parents, middle school teachers, have been ostracized and attacked for reporting plagiarism in papers and taking bribes in school infrastructure projects.  Before the 1990s, their family lived a gloomy and depressing life in a rural middle school in the Dabashan area of ??Chongqing.  Joan remembers her little brother writing every night under the dim electric light with unstable voltage.  She asked him what he was writing about, and he said, "I'm writing about a school, a school ten or a hundred years later. The campus is always full of sunshine, the windows are clear and clean, and rows of greenery can be seen everywhere.  Shady trees and children walking. When the bell rang, the children all returned to the classroom and sat neatlyBefore this school was born, there must be a big truck to take all those sullen faces and malicious intentions.  Take all the guys away"

    It has always been Joan's wish to walk on the tree-lined road of the sunny campus.

    She has always been ill at ease with the political struggles in the political establishment.  In the office, she never knew what to do: Although everyone was the same, the leader did what the leader asked, and the leader forgot to assign everyone to drink tea, chat and read newspapers.  Extramarital affairs and other gossip.

    It just so happened that there was such a case around me.  As a result, everyone's attitude towards her became subtle: contempt, curiosity, and gloating.

    Those women, they all have their origins, either the wife of the director, the aunt of the secretary general, or the niece of the secretary.  They have a backer and have vested interests in everything, so they don't have to work hard on their own.  Therefore, they don't need to study, don't need to work hard, they only care about entertainment news, they are only busy with yoga and health care, and they only like to talk about love affairs and pornographic history.

    Joan's silent little face was never noticed among these fat, cheerful faces, and they never paid any attention to her.  But at this moment, they pretended to be very interesting and caring, and surrounded her, hoping that she would talk about their feelings.

    What did Joan say?  About her relationship with Luo Zi?  Talk about her inner journey and story?  If you say it, it's just providing jokes and jokes for others.Moreover, I have a fellow villager who got sick and was fired by the boss, and he lived with me. He spent a lot of money on medical expenses, and he hasn't recovered yet, so I have to help him first" He babbled nonsense.

    And she immediately became anxious.

    The more anxious she was, the happier he was.  The best way to deal with a woman like her is to make her sympathize with you, because she is after virtue and truth.

    "Sister Qiong, we are really destined! Ever since I saw you for the first time, I can't forget your appearance. That day on the bus, you were so sad, with tears all over your face, I was so worried and uncomfortable.  From that moment on, I felt that even though we were strangers, you and I must be destined"

    "Forget it! Don't mention it!" Joan waved her hand with some embarrassment.

    He is sensitive that she actually has no feelings for him. Once this kind of woman falls in love, she will be very persistent.

    He felt that there was someone in her heart.

    Then do business with her.

    He pulled himself together.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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