People will change, but it is best to keep changing all the things. Change is just a form, just like the branches and leaves of a tree. However, no matter how the form changes, it cannot be separated from the roots hidden deep in the ground.

Chinese, since the time I learned to write when I was a child, has been my favorite subject. I like it, but I just like it very much. I don’t know it enough, but I just like it very much. I can’t tell its roots, its branches, its leaves, its flowers, its fruits, but I just like it very much. It feels like it for no reason.

With that ignorant love for it, I climbed through elementary school, walked through junior high school, ran through high school, skipped through college, and jumped into the big society. Now, my love for it is still ignorant. Most of the predicates and objects, such as those words, are not known, but I only know that it is very comfortable to have it in my heart!

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, I often wrote pictures and compositions. At that time, I felt like a child with excessive imagination. For example, in the picture, there was a little boy holding an old lady across the road. After I finished writing the things that should be described in the picture, the horizontal lines of the compositions for the picture and compositions were already written by me. According to the truth, this is the normal time to finish the writing. However, at that time, I would continue to open my mind and constantly imagine the little boy who helped the old lady across the road. The next and third day

What happened seemed like I couldn't finish it. When I wrote it until the end of the test paper was gone, I had to continue writing in the blank space on the side of the test paper until the end of the test paper appeared. Well, after I finally finished writing it, I inserted it into the end of the test paper with a "V" symbol into the end of the test paper and followed the previous story. When I was handing in the test paper, my deskmate saw that I had written such a long picture-looking essay, and there was only a look in my eyes - my friends were shocked! However, if the composition was written like this, the score was destined not to be high, but I liked it at that time.

As the grade grows, the number requirements for writing essays are gradually increasing. By high school, you have to write at least 800 words.

Maybe my imagination is getting worse every year, or maybe my enthusiasm for writing essays has greatly decreased. When I was in high school, when I looked at the essays on the test paper, I felt constipated. How should I write? What should I write? Narrative essays, argumentative essays?

What is particularly uncomprehensible is that if a Chinese teacher asks students to memorize essays written by others by rote, and put them into other people's writing mode without any personal characteristics to write essays, just for the so-called score. It feels like this is an insult to Chinese. The Chinese language in everyone's heart has the soul and characteristics in everyone's heart. What is the difference between blindly copying other people's patterns and stifling their own uniqueness?

Because the high school composition is too patterned and I don’t know how to write, so I fell in love with writing weekly diaries. This is freedom in my heart, I can write whatever I want, as long as that freedom conforms to truth, goodness and beauty.

Over time, I became the self who freely wrote about life today. I felt that the self who was overly imaginative in the second grade of elementary school was back...

When I wrote "Metamorphosis", I paid special attention to the number of words. I felt that the more words I had, the more satisfied I felt! However, as my mental journey became more and more, I gradually realized that what I really satisfied was not the number of words. Instead, I expressed the words I wanted to express in my heart in full. In the past, I wrote them deliberately for the number of words, and most of the things I wrote were lacking in soul. But now I just want to express my thoughts in full, but unexpectedly found that the number of words was unexpectedly much. For example, I originally thought that only more than 800 words could be expressed in full, but I unconsciously wrote a few thousand more words; some I thought that a few thousand words could be expressed in full, but I wrote more than 10,000 words. Then, looking back, I thought that eight hundred words were so far away, but now even three thousand words felt that a few words were very small...

So, people will change, I am changing. What remains unchanged is that I am still writing, no matter the number of words or fewer words.

Life is the best screenwriter. There are times of ups and downs, and there are times of ups and downs. As the protagonist of his life, how can he live his life well without a script? Well, this is an exploratory question of living while walking.

Everyone is the protagonist of his own life. When people influence each other, there will be ideological communication and collision between the protagonist and the protagonist. There is no fixed pattern for which protagonist's thoughts infect which protagonist. Therefore, if your protagonist wants to live well, not only must heal the beauty and principles he firmly believes in in his heart, but also must learn to learn content that is beneficial to him from other protagonists in life to better make himself grow stronger.

I am living hard and feeling seriously...

In the workshop, I have to deal with many other protagonists in my life just to adapt to this environment. After all, the fittest survives.

Continue the influence of other protagonists in the previous chapter on me, as well as new communication with several other protagonists in life.

In life, either you change others or you are changed by others. Yes, I was changed by my aunt...

The change I am talking about here does not refer to changes in personality, but changes in certain living habits.

The words she said that she would be better at wearing red DI pants in my zodiac year were firmly engraved on my heart and could not be wiped off no matter how hard she wiped it. In fact, I don’t like to wear red clothes for my good brother in China, although I often saw male compatriots hanging bright "red flags" floating back and forth in the dormitory of my school days, because it felt too rustic. How could it be considered trendy? Well, suddenly, I remembered the clothes I wore for my good brother in China for the first time when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school... The Superman Diga with Super Q in the middle was printed in the middle of that dress, and it was very trendy!

But time can clear away our trend. Well, neither of us brothers is the children we used to be...

Therefore, I plan to try it out and see what it would happen if I put red clothes on my good brother in my zodiac year. Well, I still remember that there is a red Sunday mood in the seven-color mood clothes I bought.

After I returned to China, I wore red Sunday mood clothes for my good brother in China. Well, that day was Saturday. I really hoped to switch to night shifts, because I had basically adapted to the rhythm of the day shift, and I wanted to experience the life of night shifts.

At that time, many colleagues were discussing whether we would transfer to shift on weekends. Well, they were reluctant to transfer to night shifts. I heard that they were so tired. However, they thought they thought, maybe I would like it more? So, my little wish at that time was to transfer to night shifts.

As a result, before getting off work on Saturday night, the supervisor notified that we all switch to night shifts! We had a day off on weekends and went to work next Monday night.

This is a small blessing!

Not to mention that you can switch to night shifts, the happiness of a day off is enough to satisfy! The more difficult the holiday is, the happier the holiday you can take, although it is just an ordinary small holiday. This is something that people who often take holidays find difficult to understand.

Sure enough, the luck of wearing red clothes for a good Chinese brother in his zodiac year is really good! Maybe it is a psychological effect. However, it is not a bad thing to be willing to believe that having good luck is by your side. After all, everything you want is done.

So, I used the weekend holidays and the daytime of next Monday to do what I wanted to do, such as writing more than 10,000 words in the previous chapter, and bought a box of four-packed Seven Wolves red clothes for my good brother in China, and also bought a box of acne-fighting products online...

Because I believe in beauty, there will be beauty.

Since I put on the red clothes I bought online for my good brother, my feeling at work has changed! I really feel that I am smooth sailing against the current! So, I was changed... My good brother in my good brother in my good brother takes turns to change... Although good things are not available every day, at least it is better to be good, and I am afraid that the bad ones will not be bad...

It was holiday, and I went home for dinner, and talked to my uncle and aunt about my feelings about working on DSS, about dancing and gratitude at morning meetings, about the joy and bitterness of work, about the interesting things my colleagues talked to me...

Uncle and aunt were so happy to hear it. They felt that the DSX company was so interesting. After all, I had never heard of dancing or grateful for the morning meeting.

Also, when talking about the story of the aunt wearing red pants in the year of my zodiac, Aunt thought it was very good! She thought that Auntie was a good person and was willing to tell me these, well, she believed in these things. She also said that she asked the second sister to buy a few for her uncle who is also in the year of my zodiac. In fact, what I felt warm in my heart was that when I saw the happiness that my uncle and aunt revealed when I listened to my words, it felt so good!

I said that my aunt suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder in loving hygiene. Well, maybe it is not just about loving hygiene...

In terms of hygiene, well, sometimes I turn on the No. 10 machine and she packs it on the No. 19 machine. When she finishes her work, she will come over and chat with me with a smile. During the chat, she will organize the cartons I placed next to the No. 10 machine. In fact, it is not messy at all, but she will feel uncomfortable if she doesn't seem to sort it out. So, I guess she has obsessive-compulsive disorder. However, this is not the point. The point is that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder! She sorted out the cartons I had already sorted, and her compulsive psychology was satisfied, but she stepped into the cordon of my compulsive psychology. So, I felt so uncomfortable...

In terms of working methods, well, I used small cuts to cut small parts with small cuts and pliers to cut out my own techniques and feelings. When it was time for dinner, she helped me pick me up the machine and I went to eat. After I came back from dinner, she said that her cutting method was faster and labor-saving, and asked me to learn her method to cut. Uh... I cut it as she said, and it felt very awkward! It was not used to it at all, and it was not as fast as my cutting method. In the end, under the psychological effect of respecting myself, I chose my own cutting method. Her suggestions were not adopted, and there was a hint of displeasure on my face. Well, obsessive-compulsive disorder is at work...

In terms of obsessive-compulsive disorder, well, my obsessive-compulsive disorder is a little heavy. I cooperated with my aunt and I to start the machine. I saw that the boxes containing scraps under the machine were about to be full, so I asked my aunt to help me open the machine and I changed the box. However, she was pressing the product side. She said that I would first press the row. Uh... there were more than a dozen products in that row, and the scrap boxes were full and difficult to clean up. If I dragged it a little longer, I would be physically and mentally exhausted. I wanted to urge it, but I didn't dare. After all, she is a senior, and her obsessive-compulsive disorder is also a little heavy. If I don't press the row, I don't want to leave my position. Well, when obsessive-compulsive disorder encounters obsessive-compulsive disorder, as a junior, I silently bowed my head...

My aunt said something that impressed me: "I feel that you are different from others. You are very special!"

I smiled: "Is that true?"

She nodded seriously: "Yes, that's what my intuition tells me."

I feel that this is a kind of tactful praise for me.

Since I started working night shift, my aunt often asked me if I needed to use small pliers. After all, I didn’t have one yet, so she could lend it to me. I felt that I took special care of me!

When I see me, I usually smile more naturally. At present, she has smiled at me the most in the workshop. I think she should be my noble person.

I don’t know how to operate some machines, but she will teach me what she can. Well, this is rare. Because she does not have the obligation to teach me this, but she teaches me very seriously. Thinking about the cold-faced boss, I have been working for almost a month, and he has never taught me any operations on the machine or explained any precautions...

So, my aunt naturally helped me grow up. I already understood the operations on the machine and the ones she taught. I continued to explore other deeper ones. In short, it was considered to have jumped from a specialized class to a class that could operate machines naturally.

My obsessive-compulsive disorder does not reject my aunt who is very likely to suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder, but instead respects her very much.

It is normal that the ideas between the protagonist and the protagonist are sometimes inconsistent. If you know how to run-in and absorb, you will have meaning.

Some things do not need to be understood through personal practice, but can be understood through indirectly. For example, those things that are not easy to see the light...

Some time before I first joined the company, I worked with Brother Song to start the filming. In addition to what I mentioned in the previous chapter, there are also some more connotational topics.

Brother Song talked about how he had just come to the south to find a job in Dongguan, but when the recruiter knew that he was a gui.zhou person, he refused.

I wondered: "Why?"

Brother Song replied naturally: "Because they think that guizhou people like to make trouble, they are too impulsive and they get into fights."

I nodded with the expression that turned out to be like this: "Oh..."

He continued: "It's because of this that I did all pornography, gambling and drugs in Dongguan in the past one or two years."

I believe that he can bet on money, but Huang and Du are a little unbelievable.

I was curious: "Huang, are you going to visit the kiln?"

He nodded with a little embarrassed smile.

Then, he naturally mentioned that there were women who "going into the sea" everywhere in the streets near our company. He also emphasized that he had discovered it on the first day he had arrived here!

I looked at him in a daze: "No way?! Is there anyone so blatant? Haven't the anti-pornography campaign been very aggressive in recent years?"

He smiled: "Of course it's not blatant, and that's impossible to sweep away."

For this, well, it is indeed true. It is thoroughly, almost non-existent.

I continued to wonder: "How do you know which women in the nearby streets 'got into the sea'?"

He still smiled and replied: "Haha, there are secret codes."

I was even more curious: "Secret code? What code?"

He simply said: "If it's a woman who 'got into the sea', she usually says, do you want to play? Then, you can negotiate the price."

I was surprised: "There are such special terms?! I'm drunk too..."

He always laughs.

Then, I asked him some deeper questions.

I looked at him with a glowing look and asked, "Will you chat when you 'trade' with those women?"

He seemed to be stunned by my sudden and weird question, and then hesitated: "Talk... I'm talking."

I asked the press: "So what will you talk to them? Will they have some special stories? Are they 'going into the sea' because they are forced by life or driven by their strong desires?"

He looked at me a little embarrassedly and smiled a little embarrassedly. Then, he pretended to be calm and simply replied: "They don't talk about these things. If you ask them, they will also change the topic. These are all personal privacy..."

I feel that I am conducting an alternative interview with him to satisfy my curiosity. From his surprised expression, we can see that he thinks I want to go shopping in the kiln...

OK, this is really not suitable for me, I am just curious. My brother's first kiss is still there...

However, this is what I think now, who knows what will happen to me in the future?

His cousin joined the company with him, so he would naturally be together when he went out to play. His cousin was a man with a wife, and his wife was in the same company as him.

So, if his cousin goes out to visit the kiln, he must have to hide it from his wife. Well, what about his loyalty after marriage? At present, the paper is still on fire but has not been burned. His cousin's wife doesn't know that her husband goes out to visit the kiln...

What if she finds out one day? Brother Song’s answer is like this: “What’s wrong?”

Well, what will happen to me after getting married in the future? I don’t know, it should be fine. It should...

Then, I talked to him about poison.

I asked him, “What does it feel like to take drugs?”

He said that he felt like he was floating and wanted to dance as soon as he heard the music.

I asked: "Then were you addicted to drugs?"

He shook his head: "No, because he only sucked a little bit. However, sometimes after sucking and being happy, his head would be dizzy and uncomfortable."

I kept listening to him clearly because I always kept the idea of ​​taking drugs: taking drugs is harmful to health!

He also said that ** is particularly effective in treating headaches. If you take a little headache, you will get better immediately. However, the next time you have a headache, you can only continue to inhale **. Taking other cold medicines is useless, or you may get an injection.

Well, drugs are easy to make people dependent on them, which makes them addicted and difficult to get rid of. Therefore, don’t touch drugs because of curiosity. If you are not careful, your feet will fall...
To be continued...