"If I want to see you again tomorrow and find the material I need from your behavior, then come.". The agreement was twenty thousand words, and it didn't seem easy to write without a pen for a long time! What are you serious about? What you want is not to return the article. "There is nothing I can do, and it seems that I can only be so-so.". But coming here today, what I get is very moving. The woman said: "There are still moving things. You haven't seen him throw things yet." The friend said: "Then come back tomorrow.". And watch another person shed tears. Jin Shengjun promised to be good and walked down the spiral staircase. When he reached the end of the staircase, he looked up and saw the two young couples lying on the railing and looking down. He took leave of the two young men and went home. Take the No.5 bus, turn to No.21, get home, go upstairs, look at the postman's letters on the railing of the stairs, and add the date of receipt to them one by one, because all the letters have to be answered. After reading the letter and sitting down, he remembered the situation at his friend's house, and his heart seemed to be empty and bored, and he just wanted to sleep. He went to bed, and though he was very tired, he could not sleep. He did not forget the bookstore deal, because the rent was due a week later, and he could not really go slow any longer. But today was obviously the past of doing nothing again. He saw other people's noise and love, and saw other people's children's crying and illness, but he went back and forth by car. Time was still the same as before, and it was all gone. He can't do anything. He wanted to take a picture of what he had seen for a day and write it down without cutting,plastic cosmetic tubes, but his interest could not make him hold the pen well. He really should not give up every minute of time, but from morning to noon, from noon to black, there is no way to retain this time. Mind is more and more so rough, it seems that no matter what can not soften their emotions, it is difficult to feel infinite interest in other people's affairs. In the evening, after dinner, Jin Shengjun did not go out. He lay on his bed,empty lotion tubes, neither reading nor working, but lying down. Eleven o'clock, the time to go to bed, was still far away. The weather was getting hot, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound of mosquitoes. Heard the feverish child raving. The man's father was still walking around the small room like a small child in his arms, singing in a low voice. The mother seemed to be sewing under the lamp, and there was the sound of scissors reeling cloth. He got up and sat down at the table, opened the paper and wrote a question. Parents …… When the father came back from work, he enjoyed the happiness of the family at night, holding a small child in his arms and walking around the room, singing and making the little soul quiet. The mother lowered her head under the electric lamp of twenty-five candles, cut her clothes, and when she looked up, she saw the innocent round face of the child sleeping on his father's arm, and smiled at the father in a very maternal way. Poor father went to work far away during the day, metal cosmetic tubes ,plastic laminated tube, and brought home sixty yuan a month at the beginning of the month, so he spread the money on the table, and the two of them came to discuss the use of the money in the middle of next month. When the mother saw the thin face of another child sleeping in bed, she said, "Take two yuan to buy milk powder and see how thin the face of the third child is!" No, just buy a can of cereal. I crossed the main road yesterday and saw the words "50 cents a can of oatmeal", which is 10 cents cheaper than here. "It's better to cook porridge." "Cereal is convenient." …… So the mother stopped talking and wrote on the list, "Buy a can of Quaker Oatmeal, 50 cents." …… Every entry on the list, except the rent, the newspaper, and the food, was settled after such a struggle. After that, the total amount was 53 yuan and 70 cents, and the remaining money was 6 yuan and 30 cents, which was included in the deposit and kept for the mother. The mother paid another three yuan for the car, and put the other three yuan and thirty cents in the account. The second son fell ill with a fever like a rash. Because of the entanglement of illness, the office asked for leave, but helplessly, because of the reason of salary deduction, he still sat down at the desk of the office. He wrote a lot of wrong words on the draft document because he thought of his sick son and was so negligent. As a result, he wrote such sentences as "rash", "want pears" and "don't want to eat porridge" on a school document, which was very pitiful to his father. …… At this point, the father next door, clasping the wainscot, said softly, "Does Mr. Jinsheng do anything?" As if he had seen what he had written for the father, he put down his pen and said, "It's all right. I've had a meal. I'm bored. I'm playing." "Aren't you busy? Can you come and talk?" 'Good. I'm coming. Say is good, come, hear the woman over there gently very hurriedly tidies up a thing, drag the table and chair to ring and say with a smile: "Forgot to call Niangyi to bring boiled water again." Because Jin Shengjun heard others tidying up things, he stood by the stairs for a while before he went to knock on the door. The man pulled the door open, and Jin Shengjun saw everything in the room. Out of the unexpected mess, it was obvious that everything had just been tidied up, but the display of bottles and cans everywhere, a coat hanging on the bookshelf, a child's diaper hanging on the wire of the electric lamp, and the black leather bag that the father carried under his side as soon as he went out were also found on the toilet lid by Jin Shengjun in a mess. The host introduced the woman to Jin Shengjun and gave him the only rattan chair in the room. The man sat on the low wooden stool where the child sat, while the woman stood at the desk full of bottles and cans of books to fetch cigarettes for Jin Shengjun. Smoke, wipe the fire. No smoke, thank you. The woman laughed and said: "No need to smoke. I remember that Mr. Jinsheng once said on XX that he did not smoke." So the cigarette was still in the drawer, and the woman said that there was no boiled water, and that she would wait for her aunt to come back. She sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the sick child's forehead with her hand. The big girl and the third girl first sat on a stool in the corner of the room as if they were turning over an old picture book. As soon as Jin Shengjun entered the room, he followed his father to stand up and then sat down again. Do you read? Jin Shengjun looked at the girl and asked. That mother says: "Look at a picture to play, did not read.". Yuyu, this is the person I told you the story of the good rabbit! The girl,custom cosmetic packing, hearing this, smiled shyly at Jin Shengjun. Suddenly he asked Jin Shengjun, "Where is your sister?" 。 emptycosmetictubes.com