In the early hours of the morning, she heard the rustling sound of rain hitting the window, but she didn't open her eyes, thinking it was raining heavily outside. The sound of rain continued, which was really noisy. She turned over and covered her head with the quilt. She thought of the peach trees in her hometown while sleepily thinking that they were about to be damaged again.
When she woke up, it was bright and clear outside the window, with no trace of rain. She suspected that she had just dreamed. On the way to work, I saw the wet soil and a few remaining puddles on the roadside. I thought that it had indeed rained last night, but it disappeared too quickly, disappearing without a trace along with the sounds and hustle and bustle of the night.
The subway slowly pulled into the station, and as people streamed out of the carriage, it was filled with people going to work. She stood in a small corner, holding on to the lifting rings on the car, closing her eyes slightly. The turbid air-conditioned wind blew against her face, making it sultry and uncomfortable. As an office worker, she was completely accustomed to the crowding and noise of the subway. She took out her mobile phone to confirm the time. The apartment she rented was far away from the company where she worked. It took an hour's subway ride to get there. She had to arrive at the company before nine o'clock to go to work. If she was late, her money would be deducted and her performance appraisal at the end of the year would be affected. She sighed slightly. She always felt that she was a failure. She had worked for many years and done nothing.