Mr.president, you are too gentle

As usual, Fu Xiaoxiao here ordered a cup of milk tea for himself, ordered coffee for Cheng shaozhao and several red bean pies, and then slowly took the milk tea home.

The summer day is very long. After work, the sun shines. The heat not emitted from the ground steams out from the soles of your feet, which makes people inevitably feel dry and hot.

Fu Xiaoxiao had milk tea with ice in his hand, but he was still sweating when he walked to the bus stop opposite the company. She was born afraid of heat, and this kind of dusk is enough for herself.

Fortunately, today is not completely stuffy. A cool wind comes from time to time in the air, which makes people relaxed and happy. She took out a paper towel from her bag and wiped the sweat on her forehead before she felt better.

Without waiting too long, the bus home came. Fu Xiaoxiao shook his hand and more than half of the milk tea, so he got on the bus.

Because it's rush hour after work and school, there are really a lot of people on the bus. When Fu Xiaoxiao went up, there was an empty seat on the last one. It was a long way home. She sat up without hesitation.

Next to him was a boy resting on his seat with headphones. He had a big schoolbag on his legs and a layer of cyan black under his eyes. It should be a high school student. Fu Xiaoxiao thinks in his heart that he will sleep on the way when he is tired of learning.

Fu Xiao's eyes flashed a bit of pity. She also came from such a dark study time. At that time, when I looked up, there was a pale light on the ceiling of the classroom. When I woke up, I could only see the papers on the table.

It was a time when even sleeping became degenerate. I had to use up two 0.5 pens a day. Fu Xiaoxiao still remembers that in the past of the third year of senior high school, the pen cores he saved were full of a box, as if he reviewed the struggle of that age.

On the bus home, Fu Xiaoxiao always habitually observed the world in silence. Because she is quiet, she has a heavy temperament and is better at figuring out others.

Sitting in front of her is a young woman who is an urban woman. She should be an office worker like herself. She was wearing a decent white suit with a handbag over her shoulder and her hands crossed in front of her chest.

The handbag was caught behind her. She seemed very tired. She leaned her head against the window and just looked at the scenery outside the window quietly.

The whole bus was full of people, but it was very quiet without any sound. At the end of the day, everyone is full of tired rest. Where is there time to pay attention to others.

Fu Xiaoxiao felt a little tired. He didn't drink the milk tea in his hand. He just held it in his hand.

The house she rented is far away, so it's almost the terminal. There were many people in the middle, and the bus was gradually empty. Finally, there were only a few scattered people.

The urban women in front haven't moved yet. They just don't look out of the window anymore. They look tired. Just close your eyes and don't speak. There are hardships tortured by life on your beautiful face.

The boy around Fu Xiaoxiao was more at ease. Wearing headphones, he quietly leaned against his position and slept from head to tail. He didn't even change his movements. He seemed to be sleeping heavily.