"Brother Han! Can you help me make arrangements for the car tomorrow?"

"There will be a 'heavy air pollution warning' tomorrow, and there will be traffic restrictions on odd and even numbers. Our unit really doesn't have enough cars..."

"Ah, what should we do? Please think of a solution quickly!"

"This...hey."

"Brother Han, help, the printer is jammed again!"

"Wait a minute……"

"Urgent!"

"...just come."

"Dongsheng, we work in the office. We don't have any other skills. We have to have a decent pen. Take a look. I asked you to write a letter... This typo... And this sentence, this sentence is inappropriate. The old director doesn't like to use it.

This word was mentioned in the last meeting..."

"That little Han - oh, why are the words on your screen so big? Your eyesight will be dazzled before you reach forty, is it too early? Go back and buy some fish oil to eat, it protects the liver, and the liver can improve the eyesight."

When Han Dongsheng hurriedly ran out of the unit, it was already past six o'clock. It turned out that he lived in his father-in-law's house and could still take the bus to work. Apart from the fact that the bus was not very punctual and often blocked, everything else was fine.

Now he moved to the subway, which was much more punctual, but it also gave him a taste of what the "dark underground world" is.

It's the evening rush hour at six o'clock, and because private cars have limited numbers, there are a lot of people squeezing the subway today.

The more people there were, the more the subway security had to restrict the flow. Long "one-meter lines" were pulled up on both sides. Han Dongsheng looked around and couldn't see the end at a glance. Sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

At this time, his mobile phone vibrated, and "Zhou Zhou's head teacher" sent another message asking: "Hello, Zhou Zhou's father, I have been waiting for you for two hours after get off work. How long will it take for you to arrive?"

Yes, kid Han Zhou was detained in class today and asked his parents.

Han Dongsheng gritted his teeth and wanted to go back to the ground to take a taxi, but when he looked back, in just a moment, there were more than 20 people lined up behind him, as if a heavy tail had grown, squeezing him in the middle.

There is also a traffic jam on the ground, not to mention... when there is a traffic jam, the taxi fare is so expensive. Han Dongsheng had to struggle for a while to even take a means of transportation. After hesitating for a long time, he had to give up. He tried to pat the person in front of him.

People explain to others in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry and I'm in a hurry. Can you let me go first? I'm really sorry..."

"Are others in a hurry? I'm still in a hurry."

"Afraid you don't know how to take a taxi? Which subway should you take..."

"Ouch, stop crowding!"

"I said, the urban population density is so high, why don't these people know how to lose some weight? Do they have any sense of public morality?"

Fortunately, most of the office workers rushing to catch up in the morning and evening rush hours are verbally abusive. As long as the other person doesn't talk back, or apologizes a few times, or at most just curses, no one will defend their position to the death and will not let others jump in line.

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The heater blows "whirring" at people, mixed with the dense crowd, making people suffocating.

After fighting his way out of the security checkpoint, Han Dongsheng felt like he was about to melt. He didn't bother to catch his breath. Seeing that the subway had already entered the station, he hurried forward with the crowd.

The subway door, which is more than two meters wide, is like a black hole. It seems that no matter how many people rush in, they can open their mouths and swallow it. A solid wall of people/flesh is built inside. The sound of the imminent closing sound makes people upset, like a timer.

/Bomb/The bomb was about to explode. Han Dongsheng forced himself against the wall at the last second, wishing he could be reduced to another dimension.

Since he was not a paper man after all, the beeping subway door pinched his broad back and bounced open again and again.

The conductor on the platform shouted at the top of his lungs: "Wait for the next one. Stop being crowded. Please wait for the next one!"

Han Dongsheng pushed forward with all his strength. He took a deep breath and let out a long fart with nine twists and turns to make room in his stomach, and then he just put his belly back.

Amidst the angry boos from the people nearby, the subway door finally closed. As soon as the "bang bang" started, all the numb and tired bodies shook three times and collided irregularly. Here, even the bodies of the young girls became

His face became disgusting.

The smell of perfume, sweat, armpit odor, head odor, and the smell of chives...are mixed together without distinction, and are mixed into a pot of porridge by the warm air of the air conditioner.

The old man playing the TV series and the little girl howling at the top of her lungs seemed to be competing with each other in terms of volume. One moment the east wind overwhelmed the west wind, and the other moment the west wind overwhelmed the east wind. The battle was endless.

On Yanning's morning and evening rush hour and popular subway lines, if a person dares to get on the train with dignity, his dignity will probably be overcrowded.

What's even more unfortunate is that the subway occasionally encounters emergencies - for example, halfway through, the lights in the car suddenly go out, the car stops, and a broadcast prompts a line failure - such emergencies often occur before passengers

It only happens when we are in a hurry.

By the time Han Dongsheng arrived at his destination, it was already more than forty minutes later.

He dragged his weak legs and rushed out of the subway station. He took a big breath of the northwest wind, and then he felt that his squashed body was bulging back. When he looked at the time, he quickly apologized to the teacher, but he also sent a message to Zhou Zhou's class teacher.

The other party didn't reply to the two messages. When he rushed to the school and took a look, he found that the lights in the teaching building had been turned off.

The child should have gone home before the teacher waited for him.

Han Dongsheng was stunned for a while, and his tense nerves relaxed, then he picked up his feet and walked slowly home.

As if the northwest wind had tasted it, he wished that this stretch of road could be longer.

The nearby old communities all had the problem of insufficient parking spaces. Many private cars were parked casually on the side of the road. His figure was reflected in the car windows. Han Dongsheng took one look and turned away, feeling that the shadow looked like a "wine bag and rice bag".

Commentary on the word.

After stepping into the gate of Courtyard No. 110, before he could walk into the building, he saw an old lady in the reception room who was playing cards with someone poke her head out and told him: "Xiao Han just got off work? Your husband

The person was sent back by the police today!"

Han Dongsheng stopped, and after a while, he forced a smile and thanked the person. His palms seemed to be suffering from hypoglycemia and he was sweating.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the house, a pillow flew over menacingly.

Han Dongsheng caught it and quickly closed the door behind him with great experience, fearing that the sound from his home would leak out.

The next moment, his wife Zhou Beibei roared: "You still know how to come back!"

"The teacher called you at two o'clock in the afternoon, sent you WeChat messages, and waited for you after get off work. When the news broadcast, all the stray cats in the school were gone, and your son was left to do his homework by himself! Did you die outside?

!”

"I really can't leave my workplace today..."

"Okay, you're busy! You have a lot of things to do! When will you be promoted, Director Han? We ladies are just waiting to take advantage of you! Bah!" Zhou Beibei was furious when she heard that he dared to talk back, "You're already old

, he’s just a little clerk serving tea and water, he can’t even be a deputy director, you can’t get away with this shit! Your son is not your biological son, he gave it to you with phone bills, right?”

The woman's scream was like thunder. Han Dongsheng's fingers were numb from her roar and he dared not say a word.

The door of the small bedroom opened a gap, and Mr. Zhou slipped out a sentence through the gap: "Hey, isn't that the only thing that matters? Don't make any noise, Beibei, what should we have for dinner?"

"Eat your fairy eggs! Fry them and fry them. After eating them, you can go straight to heaven and save yourself the trouble of practicing!" Zhou Beibei heard this and immediately aimed the fire at the old father again, "Three thousand to buy a therapeutic device - just a fucking glowing one

Diode; buy a plastic footbath for 1,600, and don’t ask for scraps! I’ll give you two eggs to see how beautiful you are. Are those eggs laid by roosters?”

Mr. Zhou has a good temper: "Ease your anger, anger will shorten your life. Being angry once is equivalent to smoking several cigarettes."

"Mind it, I have no point in living anyway! Marrying a husband is a loser. If you can't make any money, just forget it. He also spends money abroad. I can't even think about brand-name bags and cosmetics. But you can't let me be a forty-year-old man.

Let’s rent a house and live outside!”

These are all facts, Han Dongsheng cannot hold his head high.

"During the day, I went around trying to make smiles to everyone for a few failed orders. I treated everyone I met like a grandchild. I had to listen to anyone who said a few words to me. I made ten calls and got hung up on nine times. When I came back, I couldn't even catch my breath.

The teacher called me to school again to pick up this debt collector - Han Zhou! The whole family is trying hard to get you into a good school. They are afraid that you will lose at the starting line. It's better for you, if you don't listen well in class, just fold paper cranes and play! You

What school are you going to? Don’t go there tomorrow, just set up a stall at the subway entrance!”

Han Zhou huddled in the corner, pretending to be a mushroom.

"As soon as I entered the hospital, there was a mother-in-law who rushed to inform me, for fear that I wouldn't know - oh, Xiao Zhou, your dad asked the police to send him back, what's going on! How should I answer, eh? Dad, you tell

Me, what should I say? In order to make money, I feel shameless. When I get home, can you make me less embarrassed, ah!" Zhou Beibei said, her anger was exhausted, and she felt sad, and she stood

In the middle of the living room, I suddenly covered my face and started crying.

The three men surrounded her, silent and submissive, and they all seemed to refuse to fight back or scold them, which made her feel that she was being unreasonable and a shrew.

"Shrew" is not a good word, everyone knows it. If you have not been bullied to a certain extent in life, who wouldn't want to be more decent?

Mr. Zhou walked out of the bedroom and wanted to pat his daughter on the head, just like he did when she was young, but Zhou Beibei suddenly raised her head with red eyes: "I think the best thing about my mother's life is that she died early."

Mr. Zhou was stunned, his raised hand froze in mid-air, and the age spots on the back of his hand were like dots of mold.

Zhou Beibei sniffed hard, turned around and went back to her room.

Han Dongsheng said regretfully: "Dad, I did it all. She came here for me, not for you."

Mr. Zhou blinked, waved his hands, and asked again slowly: "What should we eat at night?"

In the evening, the three men ate fried rice together in the kitchen. Zhou Beibei closed the door and ignored everyone. Mr. Zhou gave her a bowl of eggs and sealed it with plastic wrap.

When I got up the next morning, no one had touched the fried rice. The rice grains in the plastic wrap had shriveled and had accumulated a layer of moisture from overnight. Han Dongsheng's huge body was huddled on the sofa, and his sleepy snoring made the ceiling rustle.

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Mr. Zhou got up at half past five. Without daring to disturb his children and grandchildren, he quietly closed the kitchen door and started making breakfast.

The old man believes that only if you have a smooth breakfast can you be able to withstand the cold weather for several days and be energetic throughout the day.

But the young man obviously didn't think so. At seven o'clock, the family's alarm bell rang one after another. The atmosphere in this family where a war had just occurred the night before was solemn, and everyone was heavy with sleepiness.

There was only one bathroom in the house. Han Dongsheng and Han Zhou did not dare to compete with Zhou Beibei for the bathroom. They yawned one big and one small and "kowtowed" on the sofa.
To be continued...