The End of Happiness (Thirty-Seven)

I took a box of yogurt, the machine cutlery sensed the hole, a grain on the dinner board, eyes wiped the missing dining table, sat down in a clean no-man's seat.

I eat one serving of green bean egg sausage, pork liver cover cucumber shredded, vegetarian chicken edamame sauce melon, each time is the same dish, counting my not proud.

At the table next to it came two female clerks, four plates of dishes on a falling board, and the white rice had her glasses and face. I reached over to my right and demanded, "So much to eat." ”

"Ah." The female staff put on the dinner board to answer.

The leader sat to my left and didn't fold her usual nagging into a plane to drive into my late arrival. Her silence and my climbing fell on the bowl, a table where the meal was no longer spoken, until her first retreat.

"Finish eating."

"Hmm."

I ate a light meal until it was completely white and the female clerk continued, "Gone." ”

"Okay." The female clerk carefully bid farewell to a dining table that I had not encountered again, and I could roughly pick up when I saw it, and her rich dining board.

At a certain moment for lunch, I took the carrot bean sprouts that were almost at the end of the table, another rice cake sweet potato and salty soup, a thick corn section, from a class of almost full dining areas to empty letters, and reminisced about a seat that occupied a seat.

"You are."

"Hmm." The middle-aged staff member who eats is sandwiched from the chopsticks of food.

I sat next to her and asked, "You admit it." ”

"Yes. Which layer are you. ”

"8th floor property. you. ”

"I'm not here."

Her chopsticks were suspicious for a moment, and I intently took the bowl and did not see the contents next to it. Looking up and seeing that the dining line by the seat was long, the interviewer was lining up on my rice cake scooping soup, and I shouted: "Leader." ”

He nodded to me or was still on the line of moving crawls, my bowl put down the dim sum soup, the salty taste also drank the bottom of the bowl, eating the sweetness of corn kernels tasted the harmony of the female staff next to me: "Add WeChat." ”

"Oh, no." After the corn finished eating the serial, I picked up the dinner board and said the future, perhaps negative words: "I am-" I said a noun, but I didn't want to be generalized.

"Ah." She was not unimpressed, nor unusual. I inserted the empty food board into the dining rack, and no accompanying staff came out of the hallway with me.

Under the elevator, I took the van. There were a couple of employees of an elevator that came out on the first floor. Brushing the insensitiveness of the middle gate, illuminating more faces, I printed out my name with "Hello" through recognition.

The male staff in front of me did not stop a slight inspection, and the male staff who passed the other gate were listed in front of me, and some of the music I clicked on first went out, and shrugged in time. It was the loudest sound of the music software, tucked into my pocket.

There was the sun, yesterday's sparkle and each other, all walking past me on the zebra crossing. I know and don't want to know, to do and not to do, just to be in a hermit with a safety shell, just to stand still and some appearances, just wandering and not having to be ready to really provoke or soothe, just just.

Actually, I'm not what...

This time I went to the park to swing, the red cushion seat was empty, and the two girls were sitting blue and yellow.

I sat on the mat and shook up the weekdays, with fewer children prying sand in the sand garden. The girls were saying "senior manager."

"Senior manager Biko grew up." I put on a swing without pity and said that I didn't need to say anything.

The girl sitting at the end had a careful look at my staff badge: "We're not." ”

My down jacket had a strap down from the neck and it was my work card that didn't have to admit it.