now is April 2016 15, Beijing time At 22:03 on the day, and an hour and a quarter to seven minutes, I officially entered my thirty year old life.
here, I wish myself a happy birthday.
actually, I didn't enjoy birthdays so much, and I even had some disgust.
25 years old, I always get excited about all kinds of birthday gifts and
25 years old, I like all kinds of sweet creamy chocolate cake
25, I still close my eyes to say three not to come to expect
> I never realized, my Youth is passing, and I'm getting old
until I'm 25, I found the first thin tail line
until I was 26 years old to see myself wearing high heels,
until I was 27 years old on the office glass window,
until my 28 year old matchmaking,
until my 30 birthday was />
whenever I finished a birthday, the time needle of time would go round and then the time clock would "thump" knock three times, reminding me to be one year old again.
2013 year thirty, I sit in the office chair, there is a cup of cold Mocha on hand half of the cold, central air conditioning is not very warm, I feel a bit cold. So I took out my cell phone, and pressed my mother's telephone number in one number, one digit, not without my mother's phone. I was just afraid that I would forget it.
phone "Dun -", and my mother immediately picked up. Why don't I go home in the new year, and don't always work so hard that I will walk this year, and I will not even have a boyfriend. I just listened to no talk, and I tried to cry over my mouth. The voice of my dad on the phone said, "she's so hard work, you don't talk about her", and the voice of the Spring Festival Gala, Qing Dong's voice, Zhu Jun's voice, and the voice of his grandfather at that time, but it doesn't seem to hear it recently. My mother continued to say, "a girl's family is single in the field, and mother loves you very much".
a little distracted. My dad answered the cell phone. "Daughter, did you have dinner?"
"..." said no words, choked crying
"your mother and I are all very good, you work well"
"yes, OK"
hang the phone, I lean on the window, looking down the street light illuminated by street lights. Some tired, closed eyes seemed to be asleep, dreaming of the twenty-two year old man standing at the bottom of the building looking up. It was still cold, but it was warmer when I fell asleep, and there was a warm wind blowing through my ears.
"bombardment!" I was directly awakened by the sudden sound of fireworks. I sat up straight and my coat fell to the ground.
Mr. Zhang stood smoking in front of the French window, and the colors of all the fireworks on the outside reflected on his face, but he did not move.
"wake up?"
"en..." was embarrassed. I picked up the coat on the ground and shook it trembling on my desk.
"after the year, how old are you?"
"Mr. Zhang, you don't know that asking a woman's age is a very impolite behavior, and it's also a bad manners to stop smoking in my office without my consent."
"I drive through, your office is still light"
"no access card you come in"
"
I stole"
I stand up and go to the next
"I'll call my mother just after the end of the year, and hurry me to find the right one. Like marriage,
"for the sake of my daughter, I can't divorce."
I turned around and hugged Mr. Zhang and leaned on his chest. Only at this moment did he think he was so real.
"let's go, send me home."