Mei Zihan
Now like to express. An unimportant letter, a somewhat important contract, a package looking forward to read the book, a box of Yangzhou steamed buns, and a bag of Shanxi dates will express from, which makes the doorbell constantly ahead, much like successful people.

I also like the successful people, I not only express, but almost every day, sometimes more than one day to five or six, 67, beaming somewhat confused.

This day on the third floor study looked at the book unfortunately asleep. If you do not fall asleep, then the following story does not happen, but I unfortunately fell asleep.

What happened when I fell asleep? Did not hear the doorbell! I did not hear the courier to call my cell phone! Did not hear! He rang the doorbell, I did not hear, carry a cell phone, but my phone is set for the meeting state.

However, when the phone again to call, I have yet heard, woke up.

Are you home? “The voice was anger.

“I ah.”

“You see I hit the number to call you! I hit do not stop!” Very angry voice shouted.

“Who are you?”

“Express!” He is shouting.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just fell asleep, did not hear.”

“You Shanghai people do not answer the phone!”

“Shanghai people do not answer the phone? Just did not hear.”

“Do not say, you are down!” He shouted. The voice he shouted very loud, “was improper” have been unreasonable to have heard any one sent Express can tolerant temper.

My fire finally the “Tang” to jump up, then jump up the sound is almost audible. I flew down the stairs. I’m going to ask him to want to do? He was sent to express? Is not ready to fight back? The second floor, first floor, I quickly go, but I immediately tried to disrupt his anger, do not let it jump up into hysteria. Anger lofty, but I said to myself, do not quarrel, no meaning. The second floor, first floor, I walk faster, the results of fire even disrupt the fast, fast casual, I opened the door to the time, has no fire. From the third floor to the first floor of the process, my own temper once.

I do not want to fight, no meaning. Hysteria will was improper.

But that voice screaming want to be noisy. He stood in the doorway, his face only fire!

“Hello,” I said. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep and did not hear.” I said. “If you hear I will not answer how?” I said. I other words, the expression of regret would like to express friendly.

But his air of course. Finally, when he handed me a package of books, and tossed me the receipt and vociferously said to me: “Your signature”, the restraint of my temper once again been shattered fire “Proton” to re-jump up!

“I will not sign!” I cried.

“You call your boss, let him speak to me, ‘I exclaimed.

I also hysterical. The temper of the results can easily be discarded. My hysterical like where Professor, as long as the hysterical, then everyone is a “look”!

He said he would not sign a single. He jumped on his moped left open. Just like a fire is rolling on leave.

I stood at the door gasping for air throughout the morning the day, and the whole afternoon, seems to have been destroyed.

The story can stop here.

I went back to the room, born with heart, thinking somehow hysterical process. I can also take a look at the express list of telephone complaints telephone, regardless of no use, stomach gas can be reduced.

But I did not return to the room, but go for that mass of fire. Just like a fire I like to chase him. I let him pretend to have to apologize to me. The anger of my heart like the wheels of the soles of the feet. Ludicrous.

Our district. I did catch up with him. He has come to another one the door. His moped parked in the camphor tree. He was the mistress of this a quarrel! The hostess said: “What is your attitude!”

I gloat, said: “You see, just noisy, and I went here and noisy, you really like to quarrel!”

He did not talk to me some frustration before returning to the moped, got on. He may also regret: how I had a falling out.

At this time, I saw a lot of sweat on his head!

He was tan very dark, in fact, he probably only in his early twenties age.

In his early twenties when I was a farm in front of youth, is also tan very dark.

At that time, I can not read, he can not read the book, doing such a people doorbell, hit others phone, but others may not have heard career.

I hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. I said: “Are you hot?” How will not heat?

He did not avoid my hand, and suddenly tears, large drops falling.

I suddenly felt like a father in touching a child. His age should be better than my daughter is still small, should be called the sister of my daughter. My daughter is in France, read the literature, Ph.D., and he riding a moped, a packet of my favorite literary works sent me.

I am a little uncomfortable.

I felt his hand holding the handlebars, said: “I have a bad attitude, thank you for me to send express a person you work outside, take care of yourself, so that parents at ease. Shanghai people are very grateful to you. ! ”

So saying, I have tears in his eyes.

Feel the warmth of my heart welled up emotions and love when everybody will be a “look”.

This morning was not destroyed. We were saved. He left he said: “I’m gone.” I said: “you ride a little slower.” We should have some as loved ones bid farewell.

Later, he again sent once. He stood outside the door a bit shy, I said: “You ah? How are you?”

After that, I did not see him. I would like him to come back I sent the courier. I would say: “You ah? How are you?”
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