Chapter 51 brush away the clouds

There is a clothing store on the other side of the street. The brand is not very famous, but some people know it when it is mentioned.That day I wandered in, wanting to pick out a long-sleeved shirt that suits me. The shirts of several designs were folded into stacks and placed on disc-shaped shelves. Kai competed in front of him, but he was not satisfied.I couldn't fold the shirts I had tried, so I had to throw them back carelessly.The saleswoman in the store came over to tidy up my messed up shirts. The expression on her face and the way she quickly folded the shirts made me feel like she was expressing displeasure.The slogan "Customer is God" immediately sounded in my heart, and I almost yelled that slogan out.At this time, the lady asked me: "What do you want?"

The color was still as cold as frost, so I asked angrily, "Is there any vertical stripe pattern?" I thought she should understand that for a character like me who has not become a general but has a bulging general belly, the horizontal stripes are common in the store. Striped shirts, if worn, can only make the defects of my body more prominent. Only large vertical stripes shirts can almost reduce the shortcomings of my figure.The lady lazily replied: "No." She turned around and left.It doesn't matter if it's not there, but from her eyes, I can't see the understanding of the relationship between horizontal stripes and vertical stripes and the customer's figure. Alas, if I were the boss of this kind of wood, I would fire her today!

When I came out of the clothing store, I was full of unhappiness, walked to the middle of the overpass, looked at the red dust on the street on the railing, and felt sorry for me, not just the wooden lady.Nowadays, the quality of people is too low, and communication is really difficult. What else do you know besides making money?When walking down from the overpass, passing through the bustling stream of people, with the spirit of "everyone is dirty and I am alone", I returned home angrily. For many days, I didn't go to the street again, and gradually forgot about the existence of that clothing store.

The autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves spin.Two days ago, wandering to the other side of the street, night had fallen unconsciously, except for the McDonald's fast food restaurant, most of the other shops were closed.While walking, I suddenly felt a huge painting appeared in front of my eyes. It was a large floor-to-ceiling glass window of a store, and the window frame seemed like a ready-made picture frame.The painting is actually in the style of Rembrandt. The whole is dark and charming. There is only an orange light in one area. In the light area, a girl sitting on a small bench is outlined. A high-backed chair with a high back can be used as a desk, where I write letters—yes, it must be a letter, because it can be vaguely seen that there are letter papers spread out on the chair that can be used as a desk, and envelopes are placed obliquely, You can even see the stamp on the envelope to be affixed... The girl's posture is basically frozen, so she looks like a character on an oil painting. She seems to be writing somewhere, and she doesn't know how to continue. Put the tip of the ballpoint pen, She subconsciously put it in her mouth, her eyes were wide open, reflecting the light of a spotlight, but she didn't know where to focus, maybe, she saw a far away place in the hallucination, and there would be someone looking forward to her A letter that is about to be written...

I stood in front of that "giant painting" obsessively, feeling more and more deeply moved in my heart.On this cool autumn night, in this quiet corner, there are such vivid pictures full of humanity, full of human feelings, longing for communication, and longing for affinity, which are charmingly presented! However, in the process of further appreciating the "painting", a tendon was suddenly pulled out of my memory and my emotions were flicked—ah, isn't this the clothing store?And the girl who wrote the letter was the sales lady who aroused my dissatisfaction and called her a "wood"...

I left there and walked alone on the neon-lit long street, my thoughts running like threads.I often have a cloud of cynicism in my heart, and I am not afraid to speculate maliciously on other people's every move, every word, every expression, and even a gesture, even if the other person There are indeed deficiencies, but I never ask myself: How am I doing?In interpersonal communication, he is quite good at being suspicious, guarding, fighting back, and even taking the initiative to attack. He often has the idea of ​​"killing him". Performing Taipingquan...why can't you be more critical and blame yourself, and be more tolerant and tolerant towards others?In this difficult time when we need to work together to create a fair, prosperous, civilized, and peaceful shared homeland, we should first brush away the unkind clouds in our hearts... Li Bai's poem said: "It is said that floating clouds can cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people sad "Change three words: "It is always said that floating clouds can cover one's heart, but the disappearance of good intentions makes people sad." Even though the tenons are not right, there is no harm in murmuring.

In a few days, I will go to the clothing store and buy a coat as a special souvenir.