He picked up the already cool thermos cup and took a sip. The tea was steeped for too long and was so bitter that it numbed the tongue. But he didn't move, he just sat there, staring at the screen, actually not seeing anything. On the screen is the report material that was half written in the morning.
There are seven people in the office. The fans of six computers were humming, mixed with the occasional typing on the keyboard. Xiao Zhou, who was working at the opposite desk, was wearing headphones and his head was shaking. He didn't know whether he was listening to music or dozing off due to sleepiness. Sister Liu diagonally opposite is browsing Taobao. The page is children's clothing. Her son is six years old this year. Lao Zhang by the window is reading the newspaper
16:52
He put down the thermos cup and stretched his neck. There was a clicking sound in his cervical vertebrae, which was the result of three years of sitting here. When he first passed the exam three years ago, he was still young, still had ideals, and thought he could change something. Now he just wants to get off work on time.
16:55
He started to pack his things. First, tighten the lid of the thermos cup and put it in the left drawer. Then put the pens on the table back into place - insert the black pen back into the pen holder, cover the red pen with the lid, and place it side by side with the black pen. The note pads are neatly stacked under the base of the monitor. Mouse pad smoothing. Put the phone in your pocket.
16:58
The air in the office begins to change. Xiao Zhou took off his headphones, Sister Liu closed Taobao, and Lao Zhang folded the newspaper and stuffed it into the pile of documents. Everyone is waiting for the second hand to complete its last lap.
16:59:30
Lin Mo's hand was already on the host switch
Thirty seconds, twenty seconds, ten seconds——
Xiao Lin
Very close to life