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<td class=\ring once, I have never been in telephone room in addition to one in the afternoon as the morning is so quiet. I lifted my ass pulled almost the entire hand pulled on the stick to the Ding pants, raised his arms Shengelanyao right again sat down. Eyes facing six drawer telephone table, but in my consciousness there is no telephone, the whole room did not ring a little, dead, and I suddenly thought of mortuary and dead bodies.
When, when, when - someone knocked on the door. I suddenly to the spirit,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], stood up to the door. However, the long corridor outside that a figure does not even, I fiercely slammed the door, a bit disappointed.
I sat down, still the intolerable boredom. I am not very clear what the other person, but I also think that what people in other, sometimes that is strange!
In fact, I'm at work, I keep phone. Although I was a little
no official position has no great power, but codes of conduct telephone,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sweep the corridor only, but in our unit, in addition to Boss, who met we can not say hello to accompany a smile? One hundred and eight staff members, only a telephone, a private matter who can avoid the official to call? My role really is not a small battle! Those points on the unit to the Maotouxiaohuo just love to find a friend-Latin American relations sub-chou by telephone contact, the number of people put me as an indispensable figure. On one occasion, Zhang called his girlfriend, the girlfriend is not there the back saying, people came back, told her to call back. Zhang fear of missing a call in time, but also Diyan is ridiculed, but also a master of a king called all night. At that time, I laughed within herself,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we were doing the right thing Wang does that job. Why should this happen. Was I, really feel like fire from a mile later in the human predecessors went, laughing and joking, fared quite allowed to do.
when I most prosperous, it is also my most contented time. Codes of conduct phone, the clear corridor, living a bit tired, time looking tight grip points, where it is not the same!
say the least, people should live, not a thing can not be dry. To find a bowl of rice mixed with something to eat, not easy. Especially in this small town How many stomach famine, palms itch but not a child something to do it! Five Six gang Wang Zhangsanlisi sub Hupenggouyou money received when the vendors over the wall scavenging bottles more than their homes ... ... with the rain we wind vain vain vain cold hungry thirsty vain vain vain hot, then I do not know his mother's feet, is we Since a Bushi Xiang!
time, as long as the first ring, above and below we children ran Britain Great Britain child. Person is not, I will politely say I'm sorry people are what matter can not take a word to you? If the person left, I certainly would not care if Shaoji people running from the number of legs. One year later, no one say we brought word. We are satisfied on the head, non-head we have on the heart grateful. With a vengeance, but also comfortable alive. We call the small chamber is the world of Kingdom we. Here labor, harvest is here. Unemployed in my childhood fantasy was I would be badly fragmented and depression when unemployed because of boredom but also now the \I call this little room in realizing the value of my life. At that time, the window of the sky is blue, the trees outside the window is so green, the sun sets, the telephone room is so color is not bright ... ...
When the phone rang, and nobody came. I chair, the table is the telephone. I'm at work, I keep phone.

people do have enough. Some do not know when this feeling all day, guarding the phones are Intuit annoying. You answered the phone call to me to endless not a quiet time the crow call pointless fights were upset Rolls-Royce laughing. Neighbors called the call that just ran a fine leg, goes to the see you smile, good words to hear the phrase? So, I have many more in mind. Head phones not neglect their other officers, as the case phone will have to set the. Sometimes, the microphone Wang Zhuoshang a release: \Slowly, people actually know my trick. Who to call out something they take the initiative to contact, this way, the phone room, like the bombing of the pan often, I was more tired and embarrassed to say, had to let matters drift. Telephone bills suddenly soared,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just happens to catch up with funding tight, head angrily measures. Phone room thriving lively scene suddenly thrust the loss. I am also happy to quiet down my heart!
Since then, this phone could not play into the fight, while incoming calls needs of people happy when I Wang - lucky you - you have to run errands, or the person you are looking for more not not not. Phone room suddenly quiet down, I tend to calm the day, tends to quiet, always felt very light-hearted fun. I can quietly do not need to call for the buzz of flies than the. No longer do not need words to curse those who do not pass from the endless salty wordy are not short, and no longer have to ... ... In short, I was saved.
I am comfortable that many days, who knows not last, slowly, I have trees that used to seeing buildings that, with eyes closed rest has no meaning, then, I think the phone room is more than before the more quiet, so quiet and a little old but that. Days passed, not salty taste is not no light without AIDS, few people call room, where quiet but not deserted pervaded! Over the deserted silence alone is swallowed up your life is boring is the devil! I found that people are changing, beginning, I do not believe, then the fact that I have to believe, it has been too lazy to say hello to me, give me something to accompany a smile less met. Who these days call me soon or Amy King master it? No, no, not one! How, I do not exist yet? You do not know me? I think in their eyes, legs and feet that I have not ever diligent, work it's me. Perhaps they saw me mess with that pile of bricks as the wall turned a blind eye and even some obtrusive, perhaps, I simply idle for many years that rusty dilapidated basketball stand, stay there, useless. Yeah man, sometimes that is strange!
telephone room remains the same, six-drawer desk is still on the table and Out of the phone is still, deserted house is still dead. I still keep at the table, as if there are many bugs on me constantly bite bite bite climb and climb, and some have been drill into my heart, my heart hurts very, very itchy but to name! I hate my life, I want to tear up tired tired of these crooked endless day!
\slumped to sit at the table.
the house looked like a gray telephone face, coldly at me, mouth stretched too tightly not only does not mean that talking to me, but showing the dismissive look. I simply head buried in his arms, Fuzaizhuoshang. I would like to take a nap, but his mother really strange today, but no little sleepy. I try to control their own thoughts, so that he could not think about. But the brain does not obey orders, who have just knocked on the door is always speculation, knocked on the door but vain side, which is playing mind? So I thought of that old A to the long-distance calls, I'm too lazy to look for him so he missed a business; Lengtou Qing little hard to find a girlfriend but D did not get through due to misunderstanding caused by and small D bye ... ...
finally a bit tired brain, I dozed off, forgetting the earlier Dangdang at the door.
I did not sleep real, but had a nightmare. When I awoke from a dream, my heart jumped sluggishly, as if in jump out from his throat, and I moved his body, but could not stand up, fear and doubt I looked at his lower body, good legs and feet the still, only the exception numb. At this time, long past the time to work, and I shook up and sway to open the door to go home. Opened the door, eyes skipped a red thorn up my eyes and straight hair, it is a pool of blood? - But I soon realized that it was a small card room phones.
I scored one foot inside the small sign, then ride home with the door. This time I ride too fast, seems to be consciously try the two legs of power.
home I became ill and was lying in bed shaking with eyes always dream scenario: A knock on the door is old and small D. I opened the door, They rushed to block the mouth of my hands saw my legs. I'm struggling. But that legs have been out of my body, blood all over the ground, the old A muttering: keep your light here kid, moving too lazy to move, but also legs You Shayong? D picked up my little legs would throw out. My wife painful death ... ...
just wondering, I did not say anything. I lay for five days at home. Doctor five times, he said I was not sick, just a point should be felt more sleep. Yes, I sleep too little, and I can tell who is repeatedly knocked on the door but do not show up. I always could not understand how the little sign will fall to the ground like a pool of blood placed at the door. I'm not sure whether the morgue is also to that same place to work, I feel it is sheer purgatory. Doctors he did not know where I can sleep?
his wife during the day and go to work, do not go home at noon to eat in the factory, I sat in the house lying to a walk to walk boring boring boring TV ads or ads in addition to boring boring boring. Sixth or seventh, eighth day, I can not remember, because it is the afternoon, after hours has passed, I cheated on the car out of the house and soon I came to the unit door, the door to see the old man to Da Fan, and I slipped the car, like a ghost on the wall behind the reception room, thump thump thump came telephone room. Opened the door, one would find that to be kicked in. I was still lying on the little sign in situ. But I know these days there is always someone to act as my \I reached to pick up a small sign that the mysterious, looked it over and over again on the back of the front end of a thread or even above it, I looked at it for many years has hung a small beams.
God, turned out to be such a thing! Hanging string of small brands have been overwhelmed by the long-term wear and tear, and the small brands have faced the wind dancing from side to side, then cut off one end of the first small sign will be hanging down,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and forget the other end of the mission, so it looked like a small sign hanged ghosts , before it dies anyway swallow this port grievances, Youshen arms and kick, and occasionally they hit a few local Dangdang, so I alerted the house that makes me like the fool by how much. Perhaps the time in my nightmares, hanged ghosts finally ended its bitter struggle, elegant floor, lay on the telephone room door. And that thick legs and big arms above the phone room is still bright red words ever, at first glance do not like a pool of blood!
no one had knocked on the door!
that morning, I went to work. Met at the gate of the old A small D et al. See, their eyes seemed different, is surprised to see me again like those days was not surprised to see me, and I doubted it. But I did not point their hostility. I'm sure.
telephone room opened the door again opened, I walked.
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