I went to the library to read that day. It was the kind of self-service library with glass windows. At first, everything was fine. At about 5 pm, the grandmothers who danced in the square dance came in one after another to discuss the recent literary accumulation, completely treating it as their own reading club.
Two middle-aged men came in and chose a book to sit down. They watched quietly, and a man answered a phone call. There seems to be something wrong with the delivery, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. Call him to verify, he seems to think that the people there are useless and can't handle it well. He swore directly at the phone in the library.
In addition, some pupils come in to do their homework. What I feel most is that all three little girls sitting next to me have given birth. They seem to be in grade three or four, and they have been talking loudly. I've really thought about it. Compared with the person who started cursing, the laughter of primary school students was not so loud, but it reached my ears, but these primary school students repeatedly refused to listen.
I also tried to hypnotize myself, saying that the children's voices were not so noisy, but when the children next to me knelt on the seat and pushed me for the third time, I felt it necessary to tell them again, so I gently reminded them whether they could keep their voices down like the first time, and thanked them.
This time, the little girl with instant noodles next to her nodded. When I turned my head and thought everything seemed perfect, the little girl's cell phone watch with instant noodles rang. She quickly ran symbolically to the library door to pick it up, then slowly walked back to the seat next to me and said impatiently to the other end of the phone, let's eat first.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and continued to comb my note box. To tell the truth, there are still many people who don't understand the common sense of keeping quiet in this library. Even if there is, it is not taken seriously. They are also self-righteous and make a scene, feeling how awesome they are, and privately feel that people who don't converge in such public places have the least quality.