a winter fire

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Before I entered this industry, I knew that this was not a profitable field, but maybe I was a little naive. I always felt that this is a place full of literary ideals. Humanistic care is more important than money. Ideals and love are Most worthy of pursuit.

However, not long after entering the workplace, I have seen the cruelty of reality.

Maybe I should change careers too, turn around and run away before I get too deep. Some of my classmates will open a remedial class in their hometown after graduation, teaching elementary school students to write essays, earning more than me in a big city every month. There are several times more social animals.

Thinking about it this way made my heart hurt even more.

Zhou Hanzhang glanced at me, and said, "Everyone is naive."

When I heard it, this man really has a heart of stone. He is still unmoved even though I am in such a miserable situation. Shouldn't he be sympathetic to the hero and save the beauty at a time like this?

Am I not fragrant?

Am I not beautiful?

No, it must be that he is not human, and he is not a hero.

Very angry and frustrated.

"Mr. Zhou, it's such a time, I thought you would say something else."

I drank the soup sadly and looked at him sadly.

He also looked up at me, and said, "I don't need security guards or cleaning at my house."

"I……"

"Pets are not needed either."

I really shouldn't have any expectations for Zhou Hanzhang.

"Forget it." I sighed, "Teacher Zhou, cherish me today."

"how?"

"I might not come tomorrow."

Zhou Hanzhang finally looked me in the eye, and even put down the soup bowl in his hand, seeming to take this matter seriously.

But I know he won't.

In his heart, I am not even as good as a bowl of soup.

"I'm going to be fired anyway, why don't I take the initiative to resign." I said, "Don't continue to burden the company, it's not easy for everyone."

I gurgled and drank the rest of the soup in the soup bowl: "Mr. Zhou, your soup is so delicious, I'm afraid this will be the last time I drink it."

Zhou Hanzhang glanced at me impatiently and remained silent for a long time.

Afterwards, I followed him back to the study. He was busy writing something, and I shrank aside and continued to peek at his book.

Before I am completely deported, can I borrow the few out-of-print books I have been thinking about?

I was thinking about it, and found that it was snowing outside again.

Now I feel self-defeating all over my body, so I don’t care too much, I just ran to the yard to make a snowman. As for Zhou Hanzhang, he can do whatever he likes.

I'm an idiot, yes, I didn't wear gloves when I went out to make a snowman, but it doesn't matter, nothing is colder than my heart-this is really a two-dimensional statement, but it is true.

The snow fell heavily, and I was so cold that I rolled two snowball hands.

As a person, I can't do anything else, and I want to be proficient in "giving up" this skill.

I quickly gave up the idea of ​​building a snowman, and I lay down on the snow.

The mountain is very good, clean and quiet.

I was lying in the thick snow in a "big" shape. The snowflakes swayed from the sky and fell on my face, refreshing my mind, but I couldn't see clearly after a while, and my eyelashes were covered with snow.

Maybe I'm really a bit big-hearted, and I can even feel sleepy lying down like this.

When Zhou Hanzhang came out, I heard the voice, but I was too lazy to talk to him, I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead, not wanting to face this cruel man.

When he walked over on the snow, my heart started beating faster for no reason, and I was worried that he would step on me to death.

Fortunately, Zhou Hanzhang was not so mad, he stopped beside me, and then squatted down.

"Are you out of your mind?"

I opened my eyes, raised my hand and pulled the snow off my face.

"What are you doing lying here?"

"Mr. Zhou," I said, "Have you heard of 'Self Grave'?"

"I've heard of mental retardation," he said. "You are mentally retarded."

Listen, is this what people say?

"Whatever," I looked at the foggy sky with nothing to love. "Anyway, I have no way out without a job."

I squinted at him and hinted as best as I could: "I failed at such a young age, I might as well die."

Zhou Hanzhang lit a cigarette, squatted beside me, and puffed.

"ask you a question."

"You say."

"You..." Zhou Hanzhang paused, and then said, "Forget it."

He stood up, turned and walked back: "Come in with me, and I'll give you something."

I lay on the snow and turned to look at him: "What?"

Want to give me a kick?Kick me directly to the foot of the mountain?

He didn't reply to my words, so I hesitated and followed.

It’s not too cold when it’s snowing, but because I’m so good at being a monster, my hands and feet are numb from the cold. When I go to the study, my walking posture is probably as funny as a fat penguin in Antarctica.

When I entered the room, Zhou Hanzhang threw me a small notebook.

"What is this?" When I opened it, I heard him say, "I won't sell "Yong Lane". This is another book. It was written two years ago. You can take it back for business."

Zhou Hanzhang sat there smoking a cigarette and looked at me: "Of course, you can choose not to."

"Yes!" I hurriedly stuffed the notebook into the sweater, for fear that Zhou Hanzhang would snatch it back.

I don't know what kind of psychological construction Zhou Hanzhang has done, why he suddenly became human, but at this moment, looking at him sitting there smoking, I just want to say: "Teacher Zhou, I love you to death!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-1507:27:33~2020-11-1615:54:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 happy faces in your life;

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: 2 with a happy face in your life;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：雨桐22瓶；米津玄师的小娇妻w。10瓶；爆爆虎、123、cyy1595瓶；阿树3瓶；云外树、krisyeollm2瓶；暗末裔、汐老板的狗腿子1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!