Chapter 10 ten

10 The company's security guard notified me via an intercom call: It's time to get off work.He knew someone was waiting to rob me.So he was telling me to go out and give money to the robbers; otherwise the robbers would smash my car.The car was smashed in the parking lot of the college, and he was responsible for deducting his salary.I am not afraid of robbers smashing my car, because the insurance company will pay me.But I am afraid that the security guard will be deducted from his salary - he will bear a grudge against me and give me the parking space farthest from the building in the future.The parking lot is very large, and it is five miles from the farthest place to the gate of the building.In midsummer, after walking this distance, I was about to suffer from heat stroke.What this series of events tells us is that a civilized society is linked together and operates harmoniously, and if one link is wrong, the whole body will be affected.Now there's something wrong with one of the links - in the "brown" body.She suddenly spoke and said to me: Big brother, I want to write a novel...

Everyone in the company knows that "Brown" is a short-sighted person, so her words are not worthy of attention-the following incidents can prove her level of intelligence: The company has a policy that every two years Go to the countryside to experience life—as you know, the word life has a special meaning for people who write for a living.To experience life is to live for half a year in a remote place without running water, gas, or electricity.According to a certain literary theory, this would be of great benefit to writing.Despite this rule, very few people actually experience life—I was wheeled six times and never went once.As soon as I got on the wheel I got sick: asthma, diabetes, and most recently itchy skin.No one else would go except me, and they all fell ill in time.Only she went as soon as she got on the wheel.Only two weeks after I went there, I ran back with no armor and no armor.She was walking at night in the countryside, and was gang-raped twice by four strong men.After I came back, I stayed in the hospital for a week before coming to work.This woman has always been taciturn, and for a while she became chattery, always talking about her feelings when she was gang-raped: why the first time was okay, but the second time was a bit unbearable, etc.Then the authorities gave her a warning, telling her not to smear the good situation with her unfortunate narrow experience, and she returned to normal—and became silent again.After being honest for half a year, hysteria started again.This man is a real idiot.Speaking of it, I am also a little ashamed: since she is stupid, I should care about her more.

Through my headache, I saw "Brown" locked in a bamboo cage amidst the brown shadows.The cage was very small, and she was curled up in a ball, her hands and feet were tied to the cage bars by bamboo strips.This is how certain primitive tribes in the Philippines treated their most valuable possession: a pig, when they relocated.The most gratifying thing is that they also tied her mouth.That way she can't speak the language of outrage.No matter what others think of her, in my eyes, she is a woman.She is still my subordinate.I walked forward, opened the bamboo cage, and untied the bamboo strips. "Brown" took a breath, and immediately said: "Big brother, I want to write a novel!"As you know, we work at a writing company and write fiction every day.She still has to write novels.It's an outlandish request... and it's not my fault.

I tried to tell "Brown" not to be silly, but I couldn't think of words.After finishing the cigarette, I started tearing the paper.First a letterhead was shredded, and then a bundle of loose-leaf paper was destroyed: one part was turned into a snowflake, and the other part was made into a paper airplane, flying all over the office.By the way, the trick to making a paper airplane is to master the center of gravity: if the center of gravity is forward, it will fall down in a short distance; In technical terms, it stalls and then goes into a spiral.In the end, I finally made the best paper airplane. The center of gravity is neither forward nor backward, but exactly in the center. It is thrown in the air and glides slowly, as if nailed to the sky, half a piece of paper. The clock never falls.Seeing this stunt, it is impossible not to admire the "brown".She wiped away her tears and asked for paper to fold the plane.In this way, we turned all the paper on the desk into this kind of thing-unfortunately, there was a manuscript of a novel in these papers, so the next day we had to pick up paper airplanes all over the floor, unpack them and put them together, Subsidies and supplements will be sent up.But that's already the next day.

Before I knew it, it was midnight. At this time, I remembered that I was the leader, so I stood up and said, "Let's go, I will take you home."This is a must: "Brown" commutes by subway, and now the last train has left long ago.Odd thing: My Jeep didn't get smashed.The man in the concierge held out two fingers to me, which meant that he advanced twenty dollars for me, and gave it to that little kid who robbed me.I nodded to him, meaning that I will pay him back the money.Security guards ain't dumb, he ain't goin' to catch little kids in the parking lot--he'll get a lot of them, but then they're going to be crazy and smash all the cars in the lot, and then it's not good.It's happened before: Dozens of cars have their windows smashed out.That's because the security guard beat up a robber, the security guard got fired, and then he became a robber in the parking lot with a bad reputation but more money.The broken glass of dozens of cars scattered on the ground reminded me of my childhood: people used thermos bottles to open water at that time.The thermos bottle is made of silver-plated glass, which shone silver when it was broken in the ground.People who come and go are afraid that the glass will hurt their feet, so they crush them with the soles of their shoes.The result is more silvery.When someone finally thought of sweeping the broken glass away, it couldn't be done - the silver light had seeped into the ground...in the car "Brown" started whining again, I was getting a little annoyed and wanted to yell at her ——But I also thought that I was the leader and I was responsible for her.So, I sighed, and said as gently as possible: If you can not write, then don't write.Hearing what I said, she stopped her tears and nodded.That leaves me with a little chance: maybe, "brown" doesn't really want to be like this, and that would be nice.

Delivered the "brown" me home.It was raining, and the raindrops fell on the ground with blue sparks.Some people say that this is also caused by pollution; the above says otherwise.I'm not a chemist, but I have a nose, and I can smell rotten eggs in the rain.But anyway, this kind of rain is really beautiful, falling on the road like a pond of hyacinth flowers.I drive with the lights off - turning them on would ruin the view.Occasionally, someone would pass by me, open the car window and poke their head out, yelling at me. It is conceivable that they are asking me if I am tired of life and want to die early.There was lightning in the sky, the lightning was purple, but no thunder could be heard.Maybe I should make up another teacher's story to amuse me, but I can't: there's a dull pain somewhere in the back of my head - the day starts at 8am and ends at 3am, it's too long .