stories that happened on a specific occasion

Finally, after the adventure with Little P, I returned home.

But just a few days after coming back, just after New Year's Day, Zuo Zhenzhen was sent on a business trip by the government.

With previous experience, this time, I was very tactful and didn't say any taboo words, just reminded her to keep in touch and report her safety at any time.

Sure enough, Zuo Zhenzhen got on the train with a smile all over her face.

I don't know when, my mood will become erratic because of another person, this feeling makes people feel subtle.

Just like the feeling of the minor cold season, although the cold is overwhelming, if there is no such a bone-chilling cold, the warm spring will not be able to come.

A kind of helpless but expectant subtlety.

The last theme of this year will also end.

Old K is quite satisfied with the advertising volume and click-through rate of the entire website, and entrusted me with the planning task for the next year.

Although the whole year's hard work has paid off, it is another kind of torment for me who yearns for a free life.

The feeling of pain and happiness, it turned out to be like this.

After the meeting with old K, I received a photo from Zuo Zhenzhen.

While she was still on the way, she sent me a scene passing by the car window, which was desolate and had some comfort.The open land stretches infinitely into the distance.Where the sun shines, there is a sense of warmth.

"Isn't it a wonderful feeling?"

Finally, to settle down.It turned out to be this feeling.

I couldn't help looking at this picture, the corners of my mouth raised.

All of this was seen by X.While I wasn't paying attention, he quietly leaned over and took a sneak peek.

"Oh, sister-in-law's information?" X said in a strange voice.

I immediately put my phone away, turned my head and asked him intentionally, "Have you finished the manuscript for the new issue?"

X made a face at me, then pointed to my computer and said, "I sent it to your mailbox earlier, Mr. Dogawa. I guess it's because of my sister-in-law's message, so I don't have time to check my mailbox?"

Obviously he and his girlfriend have reached the point of discussing marriage, but they still come to me with a playful smile on purpose, talking nonsense.

"I just finished a meeting with the boss, and the planning for next year will start soon." I said to X: "I originally wanted to promote you and let you take on the job of editing."

When X heard about the promotion, he leaned over again and asked with a smile on his face, "Really? Salary increase?"

"Of course a salary increase." I glanced at him and said, "But now it seems that he still lacks experience and is very naive."

Seeing that the opportunity was about to slip away, X immediately said to me respectfully: "No, no, I have matured under your guidance, education and leadership, and I will never make silly jokes anymore. I will definitely work hard , I am worthy of the trust you and the boss have placed in me."

After speaking, he gave me a military salute.

I couldn't help laughing, nodded, and said, "I'll send you the minutes of the meeting with the boss in a while, and you can come up with some plans with other colleagues in the team as soon as possible. We will have a meeting this week and decide The final proposal."

X nodded immediately and promised to complete the task on time.

"By the way, don't relax in the last few issues of this year." I urged again.

"Of order." X saluted me again.

I smiled and shook my head.No matter how you look at it, I still feel like a child who hasn't grown up, so I thought in my heart.

Open the mailbox, there are two unread email reminders.

One of them was from X.

There was another letter from a nursing home.

After hesitating, I still opened the email that X sent me.

It was a story about an abandoned factory, and the contributor was Mr. H.The story he contributed took place last summer.

Mr. H, a graduate student, went back to his hometown in August last year to help out in a waste recycling company run by his relatives.Mr. H, who had the idea of ​​earning a little pocket money during the vacation, unexpectedly had a horrible experience.

Mr H's story

This waste recycling company run by relatives has a nice name called "Renewable Resources Recycling Co., Ltd."It is mainly to recycle some waste materials in towns and villages, such as discarded aluminum, iron, copper, as well as power distribution cabinets and old mechanical equipment. It is open 24 hours a day, and you can make an appointment for door-to-door collection with just one phone call. The price is fair and fair.Therefore, this waste recycling company has accumulated a lot of popularity in this small place within a few years.

The summer vacation when Mr. H went to work happened to be a time when the company was short of manpower and encountered a big order, so Mr. H agreed to the request of his relatives.

Mr. H's hometown has been attracting investment in recent years. When Mr. H first arrived at the company, he was told that an abandoned factory had recently been auctioned off by a well-known real estate developer at a very low price, and that it would soon become a real estate in a high-end residential area.To build a real estate, it is necessary to demolish the factories that have been abandoned for many years.However, although this factory has long been uninhabited, there are many equipment left behind.Therefore, someone came to find the company of Mr. H's relative, hoping that he could accept the job of recycling abandoned factory equipment and waste.

Although the price is very impressive, the company needs to disassemble the equipment and empty the factory.

Therefore, Mr. H joined this abandoned factory recycling project.

Braving the heat of August, Mr. H came to this factory building.As soon as he stepped into it, Mr. H was dumbfounded.

In this factory, although the windows on all sides have long been covered, it is still sweltering and hot.The iron roof above the head makes the house seem like a microwave oven, making it unbearably hot.

Mr. H, who was doing this job for the first time, immediately felt discouraged.

Fortunately, because of his relationship with relatives, everyone just asked him to do some simple counting and recording work, and other things like moving and dismantling equipment were taken care of by others.

"Go into that room and see if there is anything to recycle."

While talking to Mr. H, the foreman pointed to a room on the second floor of the factory.

It was a two-story building built indoors, and the steel-structured stairs zigzag to the second floor. Mr. H walked up the steps carefully, looking at a door that was already covered with dust, and there was still a lock on the handle.

"The door is locked," Mr. H called from upstairs to downstairs.

"Smash it open." The person downstairs responded.

Mr. H wandered around the second floor, and finally found a convenient tool, which was a large wrench thrown in a flower pot at the corner of the stairs.All that was left in the pot was some dry, cracked dirt, and this wrench was on top of it.

Mr. H broke the old lock easily.

The moment the door was opened, a damp and musty smell rushed over. Mr. H covered his face with one hand and scratched the dust in the air with the other to force his way in.

There are many cardboard boxes stacked in this room, and the space behind the room can only be seen through the heavy cardboard boxes. It seems that there are some factory equipment and other things piled up.The room was much bigger than expected, but all the cardboard boxes in front of me were placed at the entrance, which firmly blocked the entrance, making people feel very narrow.

Mr. H first checked these boxes one by one, and to his surprise, all of them were discarded and rusted ironware.Iron chains, iron spoons, iron locks, iron rods... everything was in a mess, but they were all collected and packed in cardboard boxes one by one.

Although Mr. H felt strange, he said that many of them were strange.The most direct feeling comes from the temperature of this room.It was obviously hot and stuffy downstairs, but in this privately built room near the iron roof, it was very cool.

According to the rules, Mr. H must check and record the contents of each box, so Mr. H had to start counting these iron objects and roughly classify them to prevent other items from being mixed in.

The factory has been abandoned for a long time, and the power supply has been cut off long ago. Mr. H opened the curtains of the windows, and there is only a weak light source.

When Mr. H finished counting the first box, he couldn't help complaining while removing the heavy cardboard box.Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Mr. H was taken aback and immediately shut his mouth.I thought to myself, probably the supervisor, I hope he didn't hear what I just said.

Mr. H opened the door immediately, and looked out the door with embarrassment on his face.

But no one.

Mr. H went outside the house, only to see that the workers on the first floor were still dismantling the equipment, and the foreman of the supervision was also there.

Mr. H didn't think too much, thinking that he must have heard wrong.

Indeed, during the disassembly process, various noises are also common.

Mr. H walked into the room again, and kept the door open to allow more light in the room.

In the next period of time, Mr. H counted several boxes of things, but they were all the same, they were all dilapidated scrap iron items.In fact, all can be classified as scrap iron, but Mr. H, who has always been serious in his work, is still worried, so he has to continue to check and count.

Sure enough, after counting the upper two layers of cartons, Mr. H opened the bottom layer of cartons.But it was not scrap iron, but a box of off-white sand-like things. Mr. H stretched out his hand and touched it. The surface has hardened, but graininess can still be felt.

Mr. H smelled it, but there was no smell.

Maybe some industrial material, Mr. H thought.He opened all the cartons on the bottom layer and found that they were all the same thing.

Mr. H was about to put these boxes of unknown things under industrial waste, but he heard a knock on the door again.

Mr. H turned his head, and at some point, the door was closed. Mr. H looked at the thick iron chain that was used to hold up the door before, and it seemed that there was no trace of being moved.

With doubts, Mr. H opened the door again.But it was still the same, there was no one at the door.

Could it be another illusion caused by the voice from downstairs? Mr. H thought and retreated into the room.He didn't notice anything weird, this time he subconsciously closed the door.

Mr. H continued to face the cartons, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, picked up a wrench and threw them at the cartons.

Those things seemed to have solidified for a long time and were very strong. Mr. H tore open a cardboard box, and the things in the white particles had condensed into a brick shape with the same size as the cardboard box, and the weight was no lighter than those scrap irons.

Those scrap metal utensils could be removed one by one, but Mr. H found it difficult to face this whole piece of white object.

Just when Mr. H was at a loss, the knock on the door appeared again.

This time, because he was mentally prepared, when Mr. H heard the first knock on the door, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Make sure it's the knock on the door and not the knocking from downstairs.

Mr. H got up, reached out and grabbed the horn lock, but did not turn it for a long time.

It can be roughly confirmed from the frosted glass on the door that there should be no one outside the door.

In such a sweltering weather and such a tense atmosphere during working hours, Mr. H instinctively felt that no one would be willing to tease himself like this.

Mr. H backed away from the door, a feeling of uneasiness welled up.

He turned around to put away his things and leave the room.In the panic, the registration form fell behind the cardboard box. When Mr. H reached for it, he suddenly discovered that the cardboard boxes were arranged in a circular arc, blocking all the roads leading to the back of the room.

Mr. H picked up the registration form and found that there was something on it, a bit like dust but bigger than dust particles.

Mr. H looked behind the carton.Behind these cartons, there are still off-white particles.Those neglected places behind the cartons were piled up into a small pile of off-white particles, one after another, tightly surrounding the cartons.

Mr. H frowned, but heard a knock on the door behind him.

Intuition told Mr. H that there seemed to be something behind him that made him so frightened that he could not turn back.

Also based on this intuition, Mr. H took up some particles in the carton with his fingers, and then carefully licked a little bit.

Salty.

Mr. H's heart tightened suddenly, and he felt that he was frozen like these piled salts.

Finally, the knock on the door disappeared. Mr. H moved his hand, grabbed the things around him, turned around and ran towards the door.

But when he got to the door, he hesitated again.

If you open the door now, will there be anything outside the door?

Who is that person who keeps knocking on the door?Is that person still outside the door at this moment?

Mr. H raised his head in despair, and sighed in pain.

Just when Mr. H looked up, he suddenly found a yellow charm stuck above the door frame.

Mr. H's eyes widened, and following the spell, he extended his gaze to the ceiling where the light was hard to reach.

Right where he was standing, all the way to the place where the cardboard boxes were piled up, the semicircle was densely covered with yellow charms, some of which had fallen off in half, hanging weakly from the ceiling.

Mr. H opened his mouth and looked at the top of his head, unable to recover for a long time.

Suddenly, there was another knock on the door.

Mr. H was startled and froze in place.Everything in his hand and under his arm fell away.

Mr. H slowly turned his head to his side. At this moment, he was trembling even for breathing, but there was nothing around him.

I don't know what time it is, although the windows are open, but the room is getting darker and darker.

Mr. H slowly turned the horn lock on the door, and he could feel the unknown fear approaching him step by step.

Getting closer.

After a long time, Mr. H finally turned the door lock.At the moment when something seemed to be approaching him, he opened the door, ran out, turned around and immediately grabbed the door handle, and closed the door tightly.

Mr. H recalled that just as he turned and closed the door, he saw a picture that he will never forget in his life.

On the frosted glass of that door, a person could clearly be seen sticking to it.

It was a woman in white clothes. She held her hands close to the glass, her forehead was pressed against the glass, and she could feel that the pair of eyes underneath seemed to be staring at her.

Then, she raised her right hand.

"Buckle, buckle, buckle".

Knocked three times.

It was the same knock on the door as I had heard before.

Mr. H ran down the stairs almost rolling and crawling. He didn't dare to turn around and look at the second floor again until he ran back to the worker.

The door was still closed tightly, and through the glass on the door, it could be seen that the room was pitch black, and there was nothing else.

Mr. H, who was so frightened that he almost collapsed, was sent back to the company by the foreman.The next day, Mr. H left early on the pretext that he had something to do at school.

However, in the face of inquiries from others, Mr. H did not mention anything about what happened to him.

What happened in that factory?What is sealed in that room on the second floor?

Mr. H doesn't know anymore, and he doesn't want to know.

Now, at the end of the submission, Mr. H mentioned that the abandoned factory has been demolished, and new buildings have also started construction.However, will the residents who move there in the future encounter the same thing as Mr. H?

No one knows.

After reading this submission, I opened the second email.

It is a routine mail sent by nursing homes to remind family members not to forget their family affection and to visit the elderly on time.

I suddenly realized that this year was fleeting in the busy work, and it was the end of the year before I knew it.After bidding farewell to the previous "wandering" life, the visit to my mother was also put on hold for a while.

The last time we met was the Lantern Festival.

I glanced at the office, and X was holding a computer, discussing the plan intensively with other team colleagues, and there were still a few manuscripts in hand that had not been edited.

I sighed and decided to go back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year.

As the saying goes, plans cannot keep up with change.

Just when I had made my decision, when I went to work the next day, I was informed by the HR department that this year's annual leave had not been taken yet.

"If it doesn't stop this year, it will be invalidated."

After thinking about it, I replied, "Hugh."

So, while explaining the work with the team, I also bought a ticket to fly to my hometown in a week.

The author has something to say: Long time no see, the article updated during the Jinjiang network maintenance period has been under review for some reason, but the message reminded me that it has passed the review, so I don’t know if you have read the previous story, in order not to be left behind Progress, I will continue to update.If you haven’t seen the second story, please leave a message to let me know, thanks for reading :)