Chapter 448 Parallel Time and Space (Part 3)



Chapter 448 Parallel Time and Space (Part 3)

How do you spend your weekends when you don’t have to work?

Of course just lie down and live your life however you like!

The house Lin Xiaotong is renting now is only two bus stops away from her workplace.

Because it is a small county town in the 18th tier, the rent is not expensive. A small two-bedroom apartment costs 800 yuan a month, and the annual rent is less than 10,000 yuan.

The landlord's sister lives in the provincial capital all year round and never comes back during the holidays.

The rent is paid annually and is due at the end of the year.

In fact, she had thought about living directly in the dormitory. Although the dormitory room was small and had no private bathroom, it didn't cost any money, which saved her some rent.

But when work and life are mixed together, life becomes extremely boring.

After all, work is only a small part of life.

When you don't need to play the role of a worker, a leisurely and free space to be alone is very necessary.

As soon as she entered the room, the door slammed shut and her shoes were kicked away.

He let go of his hair, ordered a takeout, and threw his phone into the crack of the sofa.

She ran to the bedroom in her slippers and pulled out a set of pajamas from the clothesline on the small balcony.

The first thing I do when I get back to my home is to take a shower in the bathroom.

After finishing, manually throw the dirty clothes into the washing machine on the balcony.

She continued to blow-dry her hair, applying hair oil to it with her hands, and at the same time, she pricked up her ears to listen to the noise outside the door.

As soon as the hair dryer stopped, the doorbell rang.

The takeaway has arrived.

She waited until the footsteps faded away, carefully opened the door, and quickly shoved the takeaway into the house.

“I haven’t eaten fried chicken in a long time.”

I had three meals a day in the cafeteria for five consecutive days. No matter how delicious the food was, I would get tired of it eventually.

For those who can't cook, a fried chicken takeout on Friday night is a source of pure joy.

After a while, the doorbell rang again.

Very good, the milk tea has arrived too.

Fried chicken and milk tea were piled on the low table in front of the sofa, and he sat down with his legs crossed.

I took out the disposable gloves that came with the fried chicken box and was about to put them on when I thought of something else.

"I almost forgot."

I got up and ran to the bedroom, lifted the messy quilt, and pulled the tablet out from under the pillow.

Put it on the phone holder, adjust it to the appropriate angle, and find the video you didn’t finish watching last time to continue watching.

Enjoy delicious food while watching food videos.

Take a bite of the honey mustard fried chicken and the crispy sound of crunching will ring in your ears.

He took a sip of the highland barley and taro milk tea, leaned back, and leaned his waist on the sofa.

She is the only one in the room, so she can be as happy as she wants!

From the moment I signed out of get off work on Friday, all the messages in the work group were automatically ignored.

Ganyu is the same. This weekend, she and her family are planning to take the high-speed rail to Gusu City for a trip.

There were a lot of people in the company who were on annual leave in August and September, and there were rows of empty seats in the sign-in book.

The older sister who has worked in the office next door for more than 20 years has a full 15 days of annual leave.

I heard from Sister Gan that my eldest sister flew to the prairie last week.

Unfortunately, Lin Xiaotong has not been working for a full year and is not eligible for annual leave.

After dinner, wipe the table with a rag and take off the disposable gloves.

Move your butt, change your posture and continue watching the video.

You don’t need to wear headphones at home and just adjust the volume to a suitable level.

She usually stays at home, likes to be alone, and doesn't like too much meaningless socializing.

Most of the time I just want to be alone.

She grew up in an orphanage, where a small room was full of people sleeping.

She slept on the lower bunk, and sometimes the person sleeping on the upper bunk made a lot of noise, and the sound was infinitely amplified in the quiet night.

I pulled the quilt over my head and hid in the bed. I turned sideways and gently touched the pillowcase whose fabric had become loose because it had been washed for too long.

At that time, she was thinking that she must have a small house of her own in the future.

It doesn't need to be too big, and the decoration doesn't need to be too luxurious, as long as it can shelter her from the wind and rain.

Fortunately, she was born in a good era where children like her have the opportunity to go to school for free.

Sitting in a bright and clean classroom, I wrote my name stroke by stroke with the help of the teacher.

Fortunately, she has a not-too-stupid brain and has been doing very well in elementary school. She even skipped grades in elementary and junior high school.

After receiving the admission letter, she received financial support from kind-hearted people and went to Shanghai to study.

Feel the prosperity of the fast pace and the energy it takes to maintain a refined life.

She was afraid of big changes and liked to live a stable life, so she chose to take a "iron rice bowl" as soon as she graduated.

When she was in college, she discovered that children from better-off families were sometimes more eager to take risks because they had the opportunity to try and fail.

As soon as ordinary people graduate and leave campus, they have to start working hard for their lives.

Dreams are often not the first choice in the face of reality.

Working hard to earn the bread necessary for life is what ordinary people like us desire.

She is alone and has no family. If one person is well fed, the whole family will not be hungry.

Now what she hopes for is a life of working from nine to five, earning three to four thousand yuan a month, and having a foreseeable future.

He slid his finger to a painting video, stared at the screen without blinking, and gently bit the straw with his mouth.

When she was in elementary school, she always liked to watch an old teacher with white hair and glasses in the school making blackboard newspapers with chalk. He could outline flowers, fish, birds and animals with just a few strokes.

She followed behind and after a while, she tried to write and draw in the blank spaces between the expired newspapers.

When I turned my head, I could see the big tree beside the playground, my increasingly bald head teacher, and the chocolate milk shared by my good friends...

The old newspapers with patterns drawn on them were gently smoothed out by hand and locked in a drawer.

When I grow up, I will take them out and prepare to make room for these "works".

After opening it, I found that the newspaper had been bitten by ants and was full of holes. I smelled a musty smell before I even took it out.

When she packed her luggage for college, she only took a small suitcase.

With the sincere blessings of the dean's mother, I packed my bags and embarked on the next stage of my life.

Now that my job is stable, I suddenly remembered my childhood wishes, and ripples began to form in my heart.

Maybe she could pick up the pen again.

"Maybe I can learn it slowly and use it to kill time after get off work."

She has no resistance to this kind of comic strip with a bouncy and healing style.

Actually, the notebook paper that the company distributed a few days ago is quite suitable for drawing comics, and I also got a free pen.

Just then, the phone lit up and a message popped up in the WeChat dialog box.

She turned her head and took a look. The more she read the black words, the more annoying she became.

"Hello, I'm Xie Yi. This is the question bank the minister asked me to share with you. Please check it."

Is this news appropriate to appear at 8 o'clock on Friday?

The food in her mouth made a crunching sound as she bit it.

He picked up his phone and typed a few words, thought about it and deleted it, then picked out an emoticon and sent it over.

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