One big and one small are practicing love

When I was a child, I heard my father mention a few words about his job.

My father said that he was lucky to be able to work in a factory when he was desperate. Only when you live a sufficient life, save money, and have the capital to start a small business can you develop and grow step by step. I never heard my father say a bad word.

Today I heard from an old worker in front of the furnace that men working in front of the furnace all year round will lead to infertility. Generally, men who are not married, or who are married and have no children, will not come to work in front of the furnace.

In Zuo Kunmin's opinion, this is a working environment like hell on earth, with extreme heat, pungent smell, noise, life is always threatened, and the body is always in an extremely uncomfortable state.

Can people actually create a hell for themselves? What makes my father feel grateful for the hell-like work without any complaints.

What is it that makes so many people work in this hell on earth for ten, twenty years, and their whole lives, and never leave?

Enduring extreme suffering, loss of dignity, and threats to one's life. It is so cruel and difficult for poor people to survive.

Zuo Kunmin thought again that although the land here was barren, the climate was harsh, and the work was low and difficult, this land had nurtured him when his father was helpless. Only with this step can we go to the next step.

Perhaps his father wanted to repay this kindness and guided him to come here to help those helpless people at the bottom to survive.

Thinking of these, Zuo Kunmin felt strong in his heart, sat up, put on thick clothes, and came to the office. There is a pile of notebooks and documents piled on the desk, and the issues listed above need to be read, sorted, and thought about one by one.

The workload is huge tonight, and Zuo Kunmin needs to replenish his energy before starting work.

Boil water and make noodles.

While waiting for a familiar face, he called Liu Xiaochen.

After sending those two messages to Liu Xiaochen in the morning, Zuo Kunmin didn't bother to check his phone all day. He put his phone in his suit pocket and hung it in the shabby and gray dressing room all day.

Picking up the phone, ignoring the numerous missed calls and unread messages, he hesitated only when he saw Li Zhiming's message. Finally, I searched Liu Xiaochen's name directly. There were no missed calls, no text messages, and no WeChat messages.

Although I said in the morning, ‘If you miss me, just send me a message. ’ was a half-joking remark, but when he saw that there was no message at all, Zuo Kunmin was still a little disappointed.

Looking at the time, it's 9:58. The children should be sleeping, but she should be awake.

Call directly, or send a message first? Ask her if she slept. After a brief hesitation, he sent WeChat first.

Xiaoxiao, are you asleep?

After sending the message, Zuo Kunmin turned to the photo of his lips that Liu Xiaochen had sent in the morning and zoomed in to see the bloody scab. His heart was still beating slightly and he had the urge to go home. But the thick documents on the table did not allow him to go home.

The phone vibrated, and Zuo Kunmin hurriedly retreated to the bottom of the chat to read the message.

No, I slept a little too much in the afternoon, so I’m not sleepy yet.

Zuo Kunmin replied: Go to my room now and call me.

Soon, Zuo Kunmin's cell phone rang.

"Hello, Teacher Zuo." Liu Xiaochen whispered.

"Yeah! How is your injury?"

After a moment of silence, Liu Xiaochen replied: "It's a bit swollen. I've taken medicine. The doctor said the swelling will subside in two or three days."

Zuo Kunmin originally wanted to tease Liu Xiaochen and ask her about the injury on her mouth, but after listening to her answer, he remembered the injury on her back. She thought to herself that it was a good thing she didn't think about it this way, otherwise she would think he was too frivolous.

"I'll ask Aunt Liu to take you to the hospital for a good look tomorrow. I'm not worried." Zuo Kunmin replied.

"It's really okay. If I need to go, I will go by myself. By the way, Teacher Zuo, are you busy? I want to tell you something."

"Not busy, you say."

"The sequel originally came to Shenyang to copy Monet's paintings. However, he also wanted to study Hayao Miyazaki's animated films with Aunt Liu's son Shen Liang. Yanyan also wanted to follow suit. I want to ask you, is it okay? Liu Xiaochen asked.

"Shen Liang? What does he do?"

"I forgot to tell you, he is a junior in the film department of Beijing Film Academy, studying animation. He seems to be creating his own short film recently. Xiaoxu and Yanyan are curious and want to learn."

The purpose of this holiday is to let them relax, but not to let them completely waste their time, so let them do what they like. As long as they do something and gain something, it doesn't matter.

"Let them try it for two days. You can observe whether they can really learn something, and then see if it is convenient for Shen Liang. Didn't you say that he is creating? Don't let Xiaoxu and Yanyan influence others."

"Okay, Teacher Zuo. I will report the situation to you at any time." Liu Xiaochen's tone was obviously excited.

"Don't just report to me about the children's situation, you should also report to me about your situation. What have you been doing all day? Why didn't you send me a single message?"

"I..." Liu Xiaochen hesitated for a moment, "I just slept in and read. I didn't have anything to say, so I didn't post anything."

"Did you miss me?"

"Teacher Zuo!" Liu Xiaochen shouted solemnly.

"Yeah!" Zuo Kunmin responded casually.

"I love you!" Liu Xiaochen's voice was trembling.

Hearing these three words, Zuo Kunmin couldn't help but smile. But she seemed to be afraid that people would see her, so she pursed her lips to hide her smile.

Even though there was no one around, Liu Xiaochen couldn't see it. Zuo Kunmin still had no choice but to show his inner joy unscrupulously. In his opinion, since he is old and a grown man, he should no longer have too many emotions about these three words, even if they are uncontrollable true feelings.

"Okay, let's go to bed early and get more sleep, which will help the wound recover."

"Teacher Zuo, do you still want to work?"

"Well, I haven't finished my work yet."

"Then go and do your work. After you finish your work, go to bed early. Good night, Teacher Zuo!"

Zuo Kunmin smiled and said softly: "Good night!"

The instant noodles are ready to eat, so finish them quickly and start working early.