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A short story that happened in the entertainment industry The writing style changes according to the author's mood This is my first time writing an article, so don't comment if you don't like it.

Cashier Wen Jing was transferred away, so the position of cashier in the chlor-alkali plant became vacant. Being a cashier in a state-owned enterprise with more than 3,000 people may not necessarily be a great job, but besides Yu Huihui, there are still many people who are eyeing this position eagerly. After all, the most important component of a state-owned factory is the workers of various types of work. Being a worker was probably the most glorious for a long time in our country's history. But times have changed, and we have reached an era when gold-collar workers, white-collar workers, and pink-collar workers are at the forefront of the times.

She wore a creamy white snowflake tweed coat, a rose wool scarf, pulled out a pair of wine cup-heeled short-waisted boots from the shoe cabinet, then grabbed the lemon-colored Kun bag on the table, and left the house resolutely. She didn't take a car and walked towards the countryside on foot. Walking alone through the green grassy beach, there were large farms nearby. The sound of erhu from Xipi's flowing water could be heard from some farmhouses. There were window grilles with magpies on the windows. The chirping of crickets could be heard in the fields. She suddenly felt that the old locust trees, birds, and mountains she passed by at this moment were all her last relatives.

The entire carriage surged forward unbalanced and then flipped backwards. A male passenger's voice was abnormally sharp. His feet were almost punctured by a female passenger's high heels. He roared, saying that there would definitely be swelling there that would not go away in three days. Following his voice, someone discovered that the male passenger was not exaggerating at all. The lady standing next to him did have high heels and looked like they were made of metal. At the same time, all kinds of accusations, questions, and complaints penetrated the crowds and reached the ears of the conductor. If the bus broke down and broke down midway, this kind of thing would be easily accepted by passengers, because they could get off the bus, transfer to another bus, or take a taxi to reach their destination. But in the culvert, nothing is possible except waiting patiently. The conductor had to get down from his seat, squeeze into the driver's passenger seat, open the window and look forward, and then loudly announced, "A vicious accident has occurred ahead.

Yan Qing stood up, and in Wu Shuangcheng's sight, he stood up like a slow motion movie. Wu Shuangcheng also stood up. They looked into each other's eyes. Wu Shuangcheng felt that another twelve years had passed before Yan Qing stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms. He was so careful, as if she were a glassware that would break if not careful. He was so excited, as if he was about to explode, as if he wanted to squeeze out all his heat and give it to her. His embrace became so intense that it hurt her. Then, he let go of his arms and gently held Wu Shuangcheng's head and Wu Shuangcheng's face with both hands. He kissed Wu Shuangcheng's lips gently, gently, so reverently, so tenderly, so carefully, so wildly.

Rong Chang, female, born in 1979. Started writing in 2002. The novel has been published in "Yellow River", "Xiamen Literature", "Urban Literature", "Shanxi Literature", "South" and other publications. His works have been selected into "Selected Novels", "Beijing Literature Novella Monthly", "Selected Novels", etc. The novel "Flower Shadow" was published by Shenzhen Haitian Publishing House. The heavy rain, carrying some tiny grains of sand, fell into the eyes of the city, making the cold buildings and high-rise buildings blurred with tears during the day. After a while, there were no more pedestrians on the road, and only a sound of raindrops could be heard hitting the road, venting personal anger in the night in a simple and easy-to-understand manner. Many shops closed early, and the rolling shutters pulled down cold faces. A lost bird is hovering over the road, looking for the remaining beauty left by the sun in the midst of people and cars.