It was a gloomy rainy day.
Xiao Zhu glanced at the desk one last time to make sure nothing was left behind. She took off her work coat and folded it in the cabinet. She picked up her bag and was about to walk off the information desk when the glass door opened automatically. He is the last guest today.
The old man took off the black raincoat that was tightly wrapped around his body. The rainwater fell drop by drop along the folds of the clothes to the floor. He covered his mouth and coughed, then looked towards Xiao Zhu.
"Hello, I'm really sorry, we have already reached the off-duty time."
The old man's silent response made Xiao Zhu feel that it was a kind of begging. She looked at the hands on her watch that read 3:01 pm, then turned and walked back to the information desk. She sat down and restarted her work computer.
"Please tell me the personal information of the original owner." Xiao Zhu pointed to the information guide on the whiteboard.
"Her name is Zhang Hui, my wife. I remember that she went to that place sixty years ago with the tenth fleet. She came back five years ago."
Dense raindrops swayed in the strong wind, threw themselves on the glass windows, gathered and slid down, and finally turned into flowing streams.
Concept: human story