So What If I'm Thirty, I've Been Working My Way up the Ranks at the Grassroots Level

Twenty-nine years old and unmarried, he was admitted to the establishment of a remote township. Foreign place, no background, stupid mouth, introverted. On her first day at work, she picked up a broom and started sweeping the floor in the hallway. No one told her that in the grassroots workplace, diligence is synonymous with weakness. Her colleagues dumped the mess on her, her boss thought she was inefficient, and her blind date sat across from her, thinking about her provident fund. She didn't argue, cry, or make trouble. Open the notebook and fold the corner of the page. Later, she was stationed in the village to do live broadcast, and she sang "Snail" to the starry sky. Later, the province praised him by name, and the county appointed him on secondment. Later, those who stepped on her began to walk around her work station. The bamboo horse came back, gave her pothos, painted banyan trees, and paved every road for her. Bai Fumei had a hidden thread that kept pulling for six years, pulling him back when he turned around. The institutional man helped her and guided her. When she said "thank you", he suddenly said: "I'm engaged." The colleague smiled and handed over the knife, and the old classmate's concern was wrapped in temptation. She saw it all, she just didn't say anything. It's not that I don't want to say it. It was the philosophy department that trained her to dismantle before judging - it took her a whole year to finally understand three things: The road given by others can be taken back at any time. The best version of having a backer is to stand as a door. What happened to being thirty? She has enough time to live her life as a supporter.