On the day the company laid off employees, I calmly packed up my workstation.
HR sneered and said, "You are nothing if you leave the platform."
I didn't refute, I just continued to raise green radish, practice calligraphy, and cook simple vegetable soup.
Until late one night, the former boss sent an email:
"Why did the company's most important projects stop after you left?"
I looked at the brightening sky outside the window and replied for the first time:
"Because you have never heard the birds singing in the morning."
Reader comments
Wrote the true meaning
It's like standing in a used bookstore reading an essay
I saw Chapter 8, which is very well written. Each chapter can be read as a prose. Living a piecemeal life, surrounded by nonsense, is perfect for soothing the inner decay and desolation.
It makes people watch it calmly, without the impetuousness like other works!
Wrote the true meaning
It's like standing in a used bookstore reading an essay
I saw Chapter 8, which is very well written. Each chapter can be read as a prose. Living a piecemeal life, surrounded by nonsense, is perfect for soothing the inner decay and desolation.
It makes people watch it calmly, without the impetuousness like other works!