Chapter 52 Long Sleeve Short Sleeve

During the dog days, his wife was on a business trip to the city with the highest temperature in the country. On his way home from get off work, he received a call from his wife, urging him to get rid of the withered and hopeless fig tree at home. He said irritably while driving: "This It's also worth calling now! There are police officers at the intersection ahead, it's nothing serious, we'll talk about it tonight!" Turning off his phone, he yawned. They are a pair of urban white-collar workers. Some people sum up the living conditions of this group as "a house, a car, a child and a dog, sleep yesterday, spend tomorrow's money", but their life lacks the second sentence. Content, hope for both parents

The expectations of the grandchildren, with the attitude of "that is our own business, please do not interfere", the four old people are most afraid of hearing the new concept of "DINK family" mentioned by others. Back home, the ceiling-high dead tree by the window of the living room was indeed shockingly disfigured.It was selected from the flower market in the first year. It was delivered by truck and transported to the designated location. It was once a highlight of his family.The couple always took turns to go on business trips, either forgot to water, or watered too much. When they looked at the little leaf banyan at the same time one day, they couldn't help shouting "Wow".

The couple talked on the phone before going to bed at night, and the wife complained loudly, saying that if she hadn't been reluctant to give up the salary, she would have smiled and said to the general manager, "You are a super jerk, really, super!" Fire him Squid gracefully turned around and went home, "lean on the sofa, beside the banyan tree, under the light, listen to Mozart, and read a few lines from Akhmatova".He said: "The banyan tree is dead, I can't move it to the trash can by myself." The wife said: "Then you can find the second trash can!"

"Second Trash Can" is the private title of the young couple, and they all know that it is not kind to say this, and more seriously, it is inhumane.That refers to the point where waste is collected in the courtyard of their real estate.The real estate management of the real estate is quite strict. Hawkers and waste collectors are not allowed to enter the building area casually, but that point is approved by the real estate. It is said that the condition is to give the real estate a management fee of 4,000 yuan per year.The man who set up a point to collect waste was a man. Most owners in the real estate welcome the existence of this man, because it is much more convenient to dispose of waste at home, or they can sell it to him, or find him and let him take it away.

The next day was Saturday, the white-collar worker slept late enough, went to the "second trash bin" and told the waste collector that he should help dispose of the dead tree in the pot.The man went with him, and asked him if he wanted to change his shoes before entering the door. He thought for a while and said no, and ordered the man to move the tree.The man bent down to hold the pot, and moved the tree sideways without touching anything, and moved the tree to the trash can outside the building in a meandering manner. He asked, "How much money is suitable for you?" The man smiled: "Help." What is this little help? What else do you want me to do, just say, I don’t need money for helping people move things!" It was the first time he looked at the scrap collector squarely, he looked like a person of the same generation, very Maybe the same age, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt under the sun. "Why, don't you have short sleeves?" He asked casually.The smile on the man's face was even brighter: "Although the owners asked this question, several kind people said that they would send me short-sleeved clothes. I appreciate it, but I only wear long-sleeved clothes all summer. I am used to them. When people are hot, they sweat..." He wondered: "If you like to sweat, you should wear short sleeves!" The man wiped the sweat off his face with his long sleeves and told him, "Long sleeves are good for wiping sweat." Forget about buying towels!" He was dazed when he heard this.

When his wife came back from a business trip, he told the story of how he dealt with the dead tree. Since then, they have no more "jokes" about the "second trash can". The man sent a lot, but they didn't charge money, but the man laughed and said: "Yes, you don't care about the money, but I don't want to ask for nothing, just to live happily!" After that, they passed by I can't help but glance at the waste collection point, and I'm no stranger to the man's "long-sleeved addiction", but "why is he always so happy" has become one of the topics of discussion after their meal.

That night his wife drove him home from the airport.It was dark, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.Both are tired. "We should all see a psychiatrist." "Yes, I think they are all suffering from occupational dysphoria." They have houses, cars, high wages, and paid vacations. not happy.They passed by the village outside the building, and a tricycle came opposite, with a pile of waste products tied up on it. It was the man with long sleeves. Suddenly, the tricycle stopped, and a pair of little girls came running out of the fork road by the side of the village. The car stopped, and the couple in the car clearly saw that under the bright moonlight, the two little girls called "Dad" loudly. The long-sleeved father turned his back to the car and could not hear his voice, but However, his body language is very clearly written with the words of happiness and happiness...

"Did you see that pair of girls' short-sleeved dresses?" Without his wife reminding him, he was already thinking: the towering short-sleeved style is exactly the same as the dress of Philippine President Arroyo... After this full moon night, perhaps, the parents of both white-collar workers may no longer be afraid of hearing the word "DINK".