My daily work routine is full of tenderness
I always think about carefully writing down every daily routine at work.
Write down those small and warm moments, this hard-won kindness, and the person I met who is the best to me besides my mother in this life.
These daily routines are not dramatic, they are all trivial and trivial things, but they are enough for me to cherish for a long time.
I would choose a hanger that suits him in advance, explain to him the principles of storage in a serious manner, gesture with his shoulders with my hands, and explain carefully why the clothes will not bulge. Seeing him clearly wanting to laugh but holding back, looking like he was about to break his guard, I only focused on doing what I wanted to do for him.
You will pay attention to the empty plate in his hand, ask softly if you want to put it away, take care of everything as soon as possible, say goodbye lightly when you get off work, do not deliberately please or alienate, just use the most comfortable posture, do your job well, and hide the care in your heart.
He would quietly bring small wildflowers and spring branches along the roadside, put them in clean bottles, and put them next to his sink. He doesn't ask for credit, he doesn't show off, he turns around and goes about his business after inserting himself, and he never says unnecessary words. I just thought that when he raised his head and opened his eyes and washed his hands, he could see a ray of brightness and feel a little better, that was enough.
I also asked him anxiously if the flowers would get in the way, but he said I would keep them for good looks, so I felt at ease and brought this little beauty with me day after day. Even if the flowers withered, he said it didn't matter, as long as they were there. At that moment, I realized that what he cared about was never the flowers, but the thought of being remembered.
