famine

It may be because he just started working. Cheng Hong only felt a little tired when he went to work on the first day, but the fatigue was not obvious after all. After sleeping at home at night, he was completely fine the next day, and his eyes were even red. not see.

But going to work the next day was completely different, and it seemed particularly difficult.

This kind of hardship is not just watching the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen become more and more difficult, but looking at it from time to time, and finding that it has not been 5 minutes since the last time I watched it, which is extremely difficult.

Both of them look quite hypocritical, but only when you experience them deeply do you feel how uncomfortable they are.

Rao Cheng Hong, who has always boasted of being dedicated to his work, can't stand it.

After finally getting off work, Cheng Lang turned off the computer, leaned on the chair and twisted his neck, only to feel that the back of his neck was numb, and creaked with his movements.

The body seems to be rusted after a year, a simple movement of raising the hand is like a gear lacking oil, and the bones seem to emit dazzling sparks when they collide.

It is rare for the children outside to get off work on time, and the kung fu has disappeared at this moment.He turned off the switch, locked the door of the office, and left.

The number of people taking the down elevator together gradually increased, and Cheng Hong waited one more time before squeezing in.

Then in turn, drive home, eat, wash and sleep.

With the experience of falling asleep almost instantly the night before, this time Cheng Hong laid down in a comfortable position as usual, waiting for the sleepiness to come.

5 minutes...half an hour...an hour...an hour and a half.

He didn't know exactly when he fell asleep, but he only remembered that the dream was bizarre, and when the alarm clock sounded in his ears, he opened his eyes almost at the same time and sat up.

The heart was still pounding, and the heaving chest didn't calm down for a long time.

Cheng Lang rubbed his head, vaguely remembering that the monster with the little new eyebrows in the dream was still chasing him with an umbrella behind him, the reason was because you don't eat coriander.

When the consciousness came back, I found that I still remembered this strange dream, and I couldn't help laughing.

The gears in Cheng Lang's body began to work normally. He went to work, finished get off work, and then went home as usual.

It should be so.

I don’t know why today it’s past the off-duty time, and Xiao Liu is still outside, browsing Taobao in front of the computer.Cheng Lang was a little surprised to see her when he got off work.

"Ah, the director is leaving get off work?" Noticing Cheng Hong's figure, Xiao Liu raised her head. She always wears anti-blue light glasses when she goes to work. At this time, from Cheng Hong's perspective, the lenses reflect light , unable to see her expression clearly.

Cheng Yan nodded, holding a briefcase in his hand, "Why don't you leave? Consciously working overtime?"

"No, no, no, there's a courier delivered to the company, but it hasn't arrived yet. I'll take it back later." Xiao Liu explained.

"Well, then I'll go first, and lock the doors and windows when you leave... By the way," Cheng Lang paused, and suddenly remembered something, and it happened that there was enough time now, so they asked together, "Have you Brother or nephew or something?"

Xiao Liu blinked blankly, and said truthfully, "I have a nephew, what's the matter?"

Cheng Lang thought about his words, "What gift do you give them on their birthday?"

"...what?"

Cheng Lang frowned slightly, and opened his mouth: "Forget it..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Liu laughed and said carefreely: "Give me whatever you want, big ones give game consoles, and small ones give away model robot cars or something. Director, do you have a nephew for his birthday? How old is it? "

"No..." Cheng Lang sighed, "Seventeen, my birthday will be in a few days."

Xiao Liu put down the mouse, and the person turned to him with the chair: "It's even more important to choose a gift carefully, let me think about it...does he like anything?"

"..." Cheng Lang hesitated for a long time between "eating" and "studying", and finally didn't know which one to say would make his nephew look cooler.

He had an epiphany: "Birds, he likes... raising birds." That's about it.

"Bird?" Xiao Liu was stunned for two seconds, "Is it the kind of bird that flies? I really don't understand...how about you give him a bird?"

This is too uninspiring, and he knows it so well, he must know the good or the bad at a glance, "If there is anything newer, just... spend some effort, and give it to him after finishing it by yourself..."

Xiao Liu said in a daze: "...Director, you are really kind to your nephew."

"It's okay," Cheng Yan smiled, "I'd better think about it myself, let's go first."

"Director, go slowly!"

He waved his hand, "Excuse me, excuse me."

After picking up the car, Cheng Lang went directly to the shopping mall.

He remembered that he had seen many gift shops when he was bored wandering around in the university. He planned to go there to have a look, not necessarily to buy, but at least it could inspire his mind that was almost stagnant except for work.

Entering the shopping mall, according to memory, I passed by several gift shops that were full of girlish hearts at first glance, and stopped in front of a sundries shop.

There are no pink panthers and doraemons hanging in the window at the entrance of this grocery store, and the music is very low.

Cheng Lang wandered around for more than ten minutes, passing by the funny jigsaw puzzle robot Barbie doll and a push of ornaments with invisible materials. The small photo frame in the corner attracted his attention.

The photo frame is very small, just about the size that can be placed on the head of the bed or on the desk, and it is probably about a circle larger than Cheng Hong's palm.

The photo frame is surrounded by a wooden frame, with many small nails stuck in the middle. The nails are not completely wedged in, and half of them are exposed, and thin threads of various colors are used to pass through and around, making many different patterns.Looking at the cabinets alone, there are more than ten panda minions, watermelons, lemons, etc.

Cheng Lang was optimistic about one of the more eye-catching ones, and stopped a passing employee wearing an apron with the logo of the sundry shop, and asked him to help bring a new box.

He planned to make one for Jiang Xuan.

Unexpectedly, the staff frowned after hearing his request, wondering: "I'm sorry, sir, this little dolphin is selling very well, it's out of stock, and the one on the outside is the last one, so why don't you just buy this one?" Well, save yourself the trouble of making it yourself, or would you like to see other patterns?"

Cheng Lang was startled, and turned around to pick another one, "Is this cactus okay?"

"Okay," the employee smiled, "Then I'll get you a new box."

As he said that, he was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Cheng Lang again: "Forget it, don't want it."

I just want a little dolphin.

After returning home, Cheng Lang opened Taobao and typed a few keywords in the search bar.

Coil, dolphins, nails.

The page was refreshed, and the first one happened to be the little dolphin he saw in the grocery store.

I chose the smallest size, contacted the seller for the fastest logistics, and placed the order successfully.

Cheng Lang let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed.

Then there's the long wait...

As a result, as soon as I got home after get off work the next day, the courier brother called and said that a courier would be delivered in a while, so he asked him to wait at home.

Cheng Lang opened Taobao in surprise, and found that the logistics showed that the little dolphin he bought had already arrived at the delivery area of ​​Lanqiao. When he saw the delivery place, it was actually in this city.

Even if the fastest logistics is not sent, it will arrive tomorrow at the latest.

There are a lot of things in the express box. In addition to the instruction manual, there are plastic clip craft nails and threads of various colors. I even sent a small plastic hammer.And the seller knew that he was going to give it away, so he stuffed a small gift bag in the innermost part of the courier box, which seemed to fit the small photo frame just right.

After taking a casual dinner, it was still early after taking a shower, Cheng Yan sat at the dining table, turned on the lamp, and took out a gift for Jiang Xiaoniao.

Jiang Xiaoniao has been very quiet these two days, and hasn't sent him a WeChat message. I don't know if school has started.

Cheng Lang opened the plastic bag, he had already thrown away the courier box, and all the tools were put in it.

I took out the photo frame and bracket and put it aside, opened the instruction manual, took a golden nail from the small wooden box, pressed it on with gestures, and then tapped it with a small hammer.

The first nail went in and was a little crooked.

It's okay, I'm a new hand, I'll find the trick after hammering it a few more times.

Thinking of this, Cheng Lang pressed the second nail, the third nail, and the fourth nail...

OK, it's neatly arranged - hammer on!

Hammer hammer hammer hammer hammer...

"hiss..."

Cheng Lang felt the pain and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

This small hammer looks quite small, except for the part that is in contact with the nail, which is made of iron, the whole body is made of plastic, and the place where it is held is a plastic handle.Because the wood on the photo frame is very thick, in order to prevent the nails from falling off easily, he used some strength, holding the nails with one hand and smashing them with a small hammer in the other. He never expected that such a simple thing would hit his hands.

——It still hurts so much!

After thinking for a few minutes why he would suffer for buying this thing, Cheng Hong forced himself to stretch his eyebrows. He originally wanted to continue, but when he saw the nail stuck obliquely into the wooden board because of the accident just now, his brows frowned again. tight.

I stayed up until the time when I would be late tomorrow if I didn't sleep, and the little nails were just half used up.

Cheng Lang pinched the center of his brows, feeling a phantom of a bunch of small nails in front of his eyes.

And if there is no accident, you should be able to see these phantoms with your eyes open and closed in the past few days.

So the monsters in the dream turned into golden craft nails. They cheered on the ground with their heads upside down, hanging him upside down on a tree, with a bubbling and steaming pot right under it.

But this time the reason may be that the hand is disabled and I don't see it.

"Director, have you decided what to buy for your eldest nephew?"

Another off-duty time, when Cheng Lang came out of the office, he was stopped by Xiao Liu.

Cheng Lang put on a half-smile: "Think it over, I've already bought it, and I'll give it to him on his birthday."

Xiao Liu opened his eyes wide, and asked with great interest: "What, what, a robot or a model car? It's not like giving away a cage of birds."

"A decoration." I should have listened to you and sent him a robot or a model car.

"Oh."

If it hadn't been obvious that Cheng Lang was reluctant to mention it, Xiao Liu would really like to ask what it was.

A child, will like decorations?

She also has them at home, at most they are a kind of decoration, they are placed in the room, and I usually don't think to look at them.

After all, mobile phones and notebooks are much better looking than them.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Xiaoniao's gift is actually a winding painting, which can be found on a certain treasure~