After work, I found that if you don't grow up, no one will be willing to stop and wait for you and accompany you.
On the train of life, few people listen to what you say is irrelevant to him. After all, everyone is really busy. When the people who accompany you want to get off the bus, even if they are disappointed, you should not blame them for being in a hurry, but be grateful and wave goodbye. After all, they walked the same road.
I know a sister who always pours all her bitterness on me. This week, she dragged me to the cafe downstairs in our company.
She told me that all the sisters in her dormitory were admitted to the school they wanted, but only she was still standing still, blaming her for making progress together without waiting for herself. Why did they all leave her? Every time in class, when she takes the initiative to discuss problems with her friends, their attitude is perfunctory. Moreover, she also feels that her friends are gradually alienating themselves and getting closer and closer to a classmate with excellent grades in the class.
"They are selfish!" She felt very wronged.
In fact, I know the girl in their dormitory and have a good impression on her. That is an aggressive girl.
I said, what were you doing when they were studying?
She faltered and said, I don't listen in class, so I sometimes visit Taobao. I go out to buy clothes and cosmetics when I'm not in class, because I think only those who dress beautifully are in the mood to study.
I gave her a white look.
Sister is a person who can easily envy other people's lives. She wants to do what others do, but it's a pity that it's all three minutes of heat and she's so excited. She really doesn't have enthusiasm and anxiety when she acts, but she doesn't want to pay. She knows how to work hard and refuses to work hard. She has a vision and no heart.
While she was sleeping, her friends were studying. While she was eating, drinking and having fun, her friends were studying. While she was watching soap operas in Idol Worship, her friends were studying. While she was worrying about her feelings and interpersonal relationships, her friends were studying. How can two people with such different frequencies expect to accompany each other and move forward side by side?
My sister's friend once expressed her views to me very politely. I didn't discuss it with her in class. My sister asked questions that she didn't listen to or were so simple that she didn't want to think. She just doesn't want to spend her study time arguing with her sister about the topic of no nutrition. "She always asks me to help her, but many things can be solved by herself as long as she works hard." That's what my sister's friends said about her.
You can't ask your friend to slow down for you, so you can only try to catch up with your friend. You always have to be evenly matched with her in some aspects. You can't ask your friends not to meet better people for your sake. If you really care about this friendship, you should try to accept the circle she wants to fit in with, instead of naively threatening her:' If you are with him, don't be with me.' "I said to my sister.
She lowered her head, pulled out her newly made nails and said, I see. I picked up my bag and left. I hope she really knows.
I took a call and left.
When I came back by car, I sat next to an uncle with peeling arms and face. He found his place to sit down and took out a dirty charging cable. His luggage was only a sack, and then he began to sit down and look at his mobile phone. His handwriting is very big and conspicuous. I happened to see the following. His mobile phone was badly smashed, and there were several colored lines on the screen.
He opened WeChat, and the note seemed to be a woman. The content is that he was drunk at night and was particularly uncomfortable today. He replied not to drink so much. There is a reply: you won't understand! I feel as if his eldest daughter is working outside. Of course, this is just my guess.
He opened the short message again. The content of the short message is to help me charge the phone bill. The number is XXXX. He replied, didn't you just pay the phone bill? Then I kept going through the chat records, and I concluded that the other party was a student. He talked about grades, swearing and tuition. During the period, the other party seems to have been asking, and the other party also asked his father why he had been working. My father kept shaking his head and sighing, fiddling with the cracked skin on his hand, then opening the change of WeChat for a long time, and finally charging the phone bill. ...
I was particularly worried about the whole process. I saw a man's sadness, helplessness and responsibility.
I followed him all the way. When I left the station, there were many people. Everyone rushes forward. He is short and stands out in the crowd. I never took my eyes off him. His mobile phone doesn't have much power, and there is a card. I'm afraid he has a problem scanning the health code. I think I noticed him the first time when he needed help.
Because there is nothing I can do, I dare not look at the world seriously.
I came home with a bad mood. As soon as I stepped into the door, I heard: Come back? It's my lovely aunt, the landlord She still loves to laugh. Suddenly I feel that the world is not so bad.
She is a person who loves life very much. Every festival, my place is always the strongest atmosphere, and every careful arrangement makes me feel her respect and attention to every festival.
I have lived with her for a long time, but I can talk to her clearly with my hands. It's basically WeChat communication, and we don't meet often. Occasionally, I can hear her hearty laughter when chatting with guests.
On the way, she was invited in for repair twice because of room trouble. The first thing she said when she came into my house was: So you live in this room. It's too clean. Maybe because there are too many houses at home, I always urge her to send me rent, so she takes her time to reply to me.
We all smile at each other when we meet. There is a garden on the roof of her house, and I often go up alone. She doesn't live here, but she takes care of it very hard. Every holiday, she will send me blessings and red envelopes, and sometimes she will erase my rent.
She is fat and loves to laugh.
On the first day she moved in, she said, Look, you are a kind girl, so I will give you less rent and not your management fee.
At that time, I actually felt that it must be really my kindness, as if all the people I met along the way were particularly good.
Every week, I see her cleaning in the corridor. She takes care of every corner and makes us feel clean and comfortable living here.
I am a quiet person, but she always greets me. After a long time, I will naturally say a word or two to her. Although I have always kept my distance, I seem to have become particularly familiar with her.
I probably knew by accident that she didn't live here at night. I occasionally go to the top floor at night to admire her masterpieces and the plants she takes good care of, looking at the scenery in front of me and blowing the wind. Although occasionally there are some horrible cries of unknown creatures.
I like her, and I like her attitude towards life even more.
In fact, incredible things happen every day, but I think I should face anything bravely, whether it is good or bad, and participating is a different experience.
In the process of growing up, everyone is teaching himself how to grow up after going through everything. People on the train always get off halfway. You will always meet new passengers and different scenery. Every stop is a new beginning. There may be someone with you along the way, or you may complete the journey alone.