Short Story: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

When I got to the office, I still didn't have the courage to turn against people who were ten years older than me because of a puppy. For this reason, I expressed deep guilt to the boy, and I thought it would be good to give him some psychological comfort.

Because of the boy, I sorted out the list of goods. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, which happened to be the time to get off work. I planned to send the list to the president's office.

I knocked twice on the door of the president's office.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." It was like the first time I knocked on the door of the president's office, but my mood was not the same as the first time.

He looked at the list I wrote, nodded in approval and said, "Well written."

I was slightly relieved, and just about to turn around and go back, he suddenly asked: "It's off work, why don't you come to my house for a meal."

I bet he made the invitation on impulse, maybe he felt he hadn't hit me hard enough philosophically.

But I remembered that I had an appointment with the boy in the evening, and I told him.He definitely couldn't figure out why I got in touch with a warehouse manager, because I don't seem like a person who is good at talking.Sure enough, he raised his eyebrows, without the majesty of the president, his chubby face was much more cute, but he certainly didn't know it, so his tone remained the same.

"It's okay, you can meet him tomorrow."

I did as he said because he was my boss.

"Wait for me, I have something to deal with." He seemed to suddenly remember something, and explained while buttoning his coat.Then he hurried out, leaving me alone in his office.

This made it possible for me to observe openly for the first time. The office is small and simple, with a bookshelf, a desk and two chairs, and a stack of books on the desk. I casually glanced at the first book. The cover is Marx's "Das Kapital".I waited for him very politely for the first 5 minutes, but seeing that he hadn't come yet, I took another document to read. The last signature of the document read: Wang Jilu.The signature is Xingkai, and the handwriting is strong and powerful. Is this his name?I have been working for a week and I still don’t know the name of my boss. Speaking of it, I blame the chairman’s name for pronouncing it too loudly.

But at this moment he pushed the door open and came in, I quickly put the documents back in their place with guilt, he still noticed this, unexpectedly he was not angry and didn't say anything, just said: "Let's go. "

I was a little sorry for the previous incident, so I obediently followed him. The sun was still a corner in the west outside. He led me through the office building and walked towards his car. He drove today.

His car is very new, and it seems to be in good condition. In this era of China, only high-end people can drive a private car.He turned on the radio. It was the news station. The Japanese army had occupied the three northeastern provinces. It sounded like a big deal, but it didn't matter to me.

My guess was right, he did live around here, but not on the half street I walked by.

When he got to his house, he took off his coat, but didn't ask me, because I was wearing a suit, which was kind of lame and funny for the occasion.In fact, I don't want to take it off, because there is no heating in his room.I asked him this question, and he said that people in Shanghai don't need heating.

"Are you from Shanghai?"

"No, I'm from Hangzhou." He smiled, which was different from the smile he gave me before, "Okay, in the company you are my subordinate, here I am your cook and waiter. The meal will be served soon Well, you can look through the books in the living room."

When I came to the living room, I felt more or less ordered by him.There is a large bookshelf in the living room, which is twice as big as the one in the office before, and it is full of books. I roughly read the titles of the books through the spine, and the classification is not obvious. For example, there are many historical ones. The books are grouped together, such as "Complete History of the Qing Dynasty", "General History of the World", and "History of Urban Development". Wen's "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer", this is a fairy tale, I always think.

Maybe he really has the qualifications to pretend in front of me.