Ordinary people's rice bowl

Chapter 658 The Way of the Night
It was past ten o'clock in the evening when Mu Zhen returned to the dormitory.

According to Mu Zhen's own living habits, she must take a nap at noon every day. This habit has been with him for at least six years. The habit is maintained, not to mention that it is the scorching heat and midsummer?

Because of her father's arrival, Mu Zhen didn't take a break at noon, which meant that the yawn caused by the fatigue at night would come earlier. According to her past habits, at ten o'clock in the evening, she had already fallen asleep, and her eyes were hard to open. A fight started, but Mu Zhen, who was exhausted all day, was not tired at all, which made Mu Zhen feel very incredible!It seems that I don't know when to go to bed tonight again!
Zhao Yibo's words on the wine table kept tumbling in Mu Zhen's mind: fear of losing his job, picking up the light and fearing the heavy, this is a common problem among employees of state-owned enterprises. , it is difficult to form a centripetal force, and the phenomenon of muddling along in the enterprise is very serious. These contradictions and problems are not mentioned in the pile of materials on the desk. Why don't you put these contradictions and problems on paper? ?

Mu Zhen thought a little too hard, and patted her head. During the days when she came to the Grain Bureau, her head was almost completely occupied by the various tasks of the Grain Bureau. Now, she has only been in contact with the employees of the grain company for a day, and it seems that she has been overwhelmed. The contradictions and problems of this enterprise have washed away all kinds of superficial articles. I don't know where the work and problems accumulated in this month have been squeezed into?

Just when Mu Zhen was thinking about a series of issues discussed at the wine table in silence, the sound of "buzz buzz" brought Mu Zhen back to reality, and the mosquitoes that came in from nowhere were flapping their wings around her head, Mu Zhen's thoughts were disturbed.

Mu Zhen looked back at the door of the dormitory. Maybe it was an omission when she came in. The door was not closed tightly, and there was a gap. These annoying guys must have taken the opportunity to sneak in, trying to use their unique air superiority to attack themselves.

Mu Zhen didn't dare to take it lightly. She had already suffered from this group of disgusting "fighters" in the air more than once. When he came to the door, he hurried downstairs.

The silence of the night has never made Mu Zhen feel lonely. During the years of graduation, Mu Zhen has long been used to this way of night.

The moon outside shines on the vegetable garden behind the building, which is peaceful and peaceful, like a tender young woman in a silver-white plain gauze hugging and stroking her child, passing through the courtyard wall of the grain bureau, looking out into the distance, rows of low The short bungalows are as neat as combing, wandering in the moonlight like water...

Mu Zhen, who was standing in the corridor on the third floor, was attracted by the tranquility of the moonlight, and forgot what happened on the wine table just now.The occasional chirping of insects attracted Mu Zhen's attention, and she couldn't help but think of the most memorable scene in Mr. Lu Xun's "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore" with a soft voice: "The oilflies sing low here, the crickets Playing the piano here, turning over broken bricks, sometimes you will encounter centipedes and mylabris, if you press your fingers on his spine, there will be a snap, and a burst of smoke will be emitted from the rear orifice..."

This is the scene of Lu Xun’s life when he was a child, and he can only appreciate this kind of comfort and joy in his literary works. Now these interesting things have long gone, no longer belong to his age, replaced by thinking and complicated, I don’t know if I am thinking Collect complicated, or condense thinking in complicated affairs...

A sudden itching caused Mu Zhen to pat her neck irritably, and could not help cursing angrily, "Fuck, you're too much of a bully!"

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(End of this chapter)