0 1.

I didn't tell my dad about quitting my job and going home. I didn't call my dad who would pick me up every day when I came home. Now I am very different from the old me.

Treating work is obviously just work, but it always pays extra efforts, and most of these efforts are thankless and the results are owned by others.

Before leaving my job, I planned an activity that had a profound influence in the local area. In order to publicize the new plan for the company, I wrote a copy in the early stage, made a preset and talked about the activity partners. I was busy day and night and didn't ask for help. I didn't even care about the simplest, so I got cold.

This may be part of the reason why I decided to go later.

There is no good for no reason, no bad for no reason, and of course there is no leaving for no reason.

If the unconscious chill is the fuse, then the success of the final activity will expand the influence, the drainage will be successful, and the new scheme will be promoted successfully. Stealing these fruits of victory is the ultimate reason why the bomb won't go until the end.

Hard work, burning the midnight oil, negotiations in the storm, inner grievances and unwillingness have all become the courage to leave firmly instead of turning back.

Small families then have bigger families, but small families are not good and everyone will be affected.

Everyone knows that it was my effort. Everyone knows that she took my fruit, the unit is so big, but no one said a word.

I just left, and suddenly I want to go home.

When I went through the resignation formalities, I didn't want to stay for the handover because of some unexpected things. My sister in the personnel department symbolically deducted 500 yuan from me.

My sister asked me why I resigned. I didn't elaborate on the specific reasons, but at least I said, "See you in the Jianghu!"

She smiled and said, "Goodbye!"

I didn't think much, so I packed my things and prepared to book tickets to go home.

I don't know whether I will return to this city after this trip.

02.

The high-speed train at home has not yet passed, and the most convenient way to go home is to take the bus, but that's it. The bus doesn't go directly to the house, and the only bus stops running after 5 pm.

At my speed, it will be six or seven when I get home. Taxis don't want to walk that far to give people away. There seems to be no other way but to ask dad to answer it for me.

I also wanted to help my classmates and friends, but at this age, everyone is wandering in other places and basically has never stayed in the village. No one, to be exact.

Returning to this familiar and unfamiliar city seems to be out of place with this city.

There is almost no nightlife in this city. After seven or eight o'clock, the town became quieter and quieter, especially in the village. The villagers have already finished their dinner, watching TV and playing mobile phones.

The terminal of the bus is a bus station in a small town, and few people return to the city. There are several people sitting on the bus, which is my familiar accent, and I unconsciously think of ABBA.

I wonder if there are too many problems. When I got off the bus, I asked the driver to go back to the village to see if he could get in touch with me. Just now, the master gave me a call. For the first time, I didn't have a dad to take me home.

The driver took me to the village entrance, and I dragged my suitcase home alone. In the coming night, the friction between the wheels and the ground is getting colder and colder, and I don't even know what I was thinking along the way.

03.

The moment I stepped into the house, I screamed at my parents. At first, nobody paid attention to me. They may think that they heard the sound and know that I called for the second time. When I called for the third time, my mother came out to have a look. It's me. I was so excited that I quickly went into the house and told my father.

They have just finished eating and their mother has just cleared the table. Dad looked up at me and continued to smoke his cigarette.

I think he is obviously excited. He has choked for several times and is still pretending to be calm.

He said, "Come back."

I am "mm-hmm."

He "still going?"

I "don't know, there is a great possibility of not leaving."

He "hmm. . . . . . "

He "don't wronged yourself, let yourself be happy."

"Don't worry, it will be fine."

I put down my things and went back to my bedroom.

Dad told me to go to bed after washing. I know he loves me very much.