Ms. Chen Hongmei, who is over fifty years old, has been staying in the compound of the organ for more than twenty years. In this life, she has lived a very Buddhist life. After graduating from university, he was assigned to an office and then married a college classmate. The husband rushed left and right to fight in the sea, and had long become the general manager of a well-known enterprise in the city. An only child, super academic bully, smooth sailing into 985 colleges and universities, master's and doctoral degrees. She lay flat early and pampered herself. Go to work all day and come home from work. They do not want to join the party and are too lazy to go to the countryside; they do their duty well and have no quarrel with the world; they do not seek merit, but seek no fault. She often said, "If a woman has a decent job and a stable income, she should be at ease." The struggle for power and profit in this world is cruel and lively enough, and women should return to their homes and inhabit gracefully and poetically! "The people around her are all officials, but she has always been a clerk."
Such a woman is very good at living a life, especially in maintaining her body. When people reach middle age, the red plum is still skinny like gelatin, white and red, pinch a handful of water; exquisite facial features, moderate figure, beautiful curves; professional dress, well-dressed, well-dressed, generous. Slightly blessed, the small belly is slightly protruding, how to see is in the early forties. When he was young, he had black hair and shiny oil. Family inherited, less than forty long white hair. At first, she took a daily picture of herself and pulled it out one by one. As I grew older and more gradually, I had to dye my hair yellowish and hide it from outsiders. Perennial hair coloring, trouble aside, is also prone to carcinogenesis. After fifty years, the white hair could not cover it, after all, the snow was full of hair. She was a little sad, and she just wanted to stay up until she retired at the age of 55 and restore the original face of the white-haired fairy.
What made her most dissatisfied, even hateful, was that the new bureau chief got off the bus and held a meeting for three consecutive days to rectify the work style of the organs. He was furious at the meeting, killed three axes, talked about passion, clapped the table and clapped his hands, and scolded: "Some old cadres, posing for old qualifications, relying on the old and selling the old; people in the unit, the heart has retired; even arrogant, disrespectful for the old." Ask yourself, are you worthy of your own gray hair!? ”
Hongmei listened below, stroking a white hair, her face hanging up, she got up and went to the toilet, and slipped away.
She knew in her heart that this was not a criticism of her, not even a criticism of anyone, but only a few cannons fired by the new arrival of the bureau chief, showing the prestige of a hand, and frightening and frightening people.
Hongmei thought deeply this time, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, the more she thought about it, the more it was not a taste: What's wrong, shouldn't you have gray hair when you are old? Who did I mess with with my gray hair? What am I sorry for my gray hair? Your Excellency, you have only been here for a few days, how many people do you know, how much do you know? Wow, big talk, heaven forbid!
She decided, from now on, to stop dyeing her hair, and she was determined to be a white-haired witch, see what you look like!
Not only that, but she also found a colorful portrait of a white-haired witch and wrote an inscription on the painting with a marker pen: "I am worthy of a white hair!" "The exclamation point is written in a big exaggeration, pressed under the glass panel of the office's own desk, which is particularly eye-catching!
The new director inquired about Hongmei, her husband is the general manager, his sister-in-law is working under him, this time he wants to be promoted to vice minister, the family meeting decided, want him to take the lady route, curve to save the country. One day, under the pretext of comforting the reason for her gray hair, he took the opportunity to ask for warmth, and pulled out his heart to talk about the set. Unexpectedly, I approached her desk and saw a large painted portrait of a white-haired witch with a large line of words: "I am worthy of a white hair!" Glaring, he muttered, "Worthy, worthy, white hair!" Suddenly alert, Ash slipped away in a hurry.
About the Author
Liu Quansheng, a native of Chenzhou, Hunan Province, is currently working in Shunde District, Foshan City, and is a senior Chinese senior teacher in middle schools.