Short Stories Before Bedtime

The hands of the clock on the wall turned slowly, finally pointing to the time to get off work after Mr. Zhong's repeated calls.

The colleague looked at Mr. Zhong who hurriedly packed his things and left work, and asked with concern: "Mr. Zhong has been in such a hurry to go home these few weeks, is there something wrong at home?"

Mr. Zhong rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, and replied, "No, we have a dog at home, and we have to go back early to feed it."

The colleague was a little surprised, because Mr. Zhong is famous for hating furry animals, she asked suspiciously: "Is it from a friend's house?"

Mr. Zhong replied with a little smile: "No, I raised it myself."

The colleague was even more surprised: "Mr. Zhong hates raising these small animals the most, why did he suddenly raise a dog?"

Mr. Zhong quickly packed up his things and was not in a hurry to leave. He sat on a stool and answered a colleague’s question: “One time I worked overtime until very late, and when I went back, I was robbed. The gangsters were scared because it was a stray dog, so I adopted it."

"Oh my god, isn't the law and order at Mr. Zhong's house very good? How could this happen?"

Mr. Zhong smiled: "It's usually pretty good, maybe it was an accident."

Mr. Zhong looked up at the time, stood up, picked up his things, and said goodbye to his colleagues: "It's getting late, I have to go back first, we'll talk about it tomorrow, bye."

Colleague waved: "See you tomorrow."

Mr. Zhong came out only to find that the sky was drizzled at some point, and it tended to get bigger and bigger. The weather in the south is so fickle. It was still sunny at noon, and it started to rain in the afternoon. Mr. Zhong sighed secretly With a sound of bad luck, he rushed towards the subway entrance with his briefcase in his arms, because the subway entrance was a distance away from Mr. Zhong's company, so even though Mr. Zhong ran fast, he still couldn't reach the subway entrance before the heavy rain fell.

When Mr. Zhong finally ran to the subway station in the rain, he was about to take out some change to buy a ticket. When he looked through the bag, his mobile phone and wallet were gone. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he had put it on the iron shelf when he was talking to his colleagues, and he was about to leave. It is convenient to buy a ticket with it at any time, so as not to always look for things in the briefcase, which is very troublesome.

But now... ah!annoying.

Mr. Zhong's good mood was completely chilled like today's weather change.

It was pouring rain outside.

It's so annoying, I should have checked the weather forecast and brought an umbrella when I left this morning, ah!It's so annoying, especially Mr. Zhong still has a slight obsession with cleanliness. When he ran over just now, the mud on the ground mixed with rainwater splashed on his trouser legs. It felt like biting into an apple and finding half a worm in it. comfortable.

I have a bad memory, so I left my mobile phone and wallet at the company. If I went back to get it in the heavy rain, and then covered my wet clothes for more than an hour before I got home, Mr. Zhong looked at the pouring rain and expelled this thought from his mind. , absolutely not!

Mr. Zhong found a place to sit with a dark face, waiting for the heavy rain to stop.

but……

1 minute passed, 10 minutes passed, an hour passed, and [-] hours passed. Mr. Zhong's wet clothes had dried up, and the annoying rain still had no tendency to get any smaller.

As time went by, Mr. Zhong's face became darker and darker, thinking that the Erha little ancestor at home didn't feed in time, and didn't know what the house was like. The man had been staring at him for a long time, and when Mr. Zhong turned to look at him, he turned his gaze away again. Although he looked like a man from a good family, Mr. Zhong had the experience of being robbed once. , now is the time to be most vigilant.

After meeting Mr. Zhong's eyes for countless times, the man took a breath, summoned up his courage, walked up to Mr. Zhong tremblingly, and handed him the umbrella in his hand.

The resentment that Mr. Zhong had held back for two hours burst out, and he roared fiercely, "What are you doing!"

The man was taken aback, his sapphire-like eyes immediately filled with tears, and he opened his mouth, "Woof! Woah! Woo~"

Mr. Zhong: "...speak well."

Like a dog being scolded by its owner, the man rubbed against Mr. Zhong's face with grievances. It's just that a big man who is a head taller than Mr. Zhong made such a small bird-like gesture. Mr. Zhong felt that this familiar movement was strange and didn't push him away.

The man opened his mouth, complaining intermittently like a baby learning to speak: "It's raining, umbrella, fat... go back... card... home, don't scold! Furniture, didn't... move."

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