Chapter 370: There is no turning back in life

(14) There is no turning back in life

I ran out the door and bumped into the neatly dressed old lady, who fixed me with her hands on her chest.

"What a bad day!" she said.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I hurriedly apologized.

"It's not you," said the old lady, obviously with rare excitement, "think about it, there are no scissors, and they are all pieces of cloth, or the big thick needles of the quilt, how can people sew clothes for rag dolls!"

It turned out that she chose to sew clothes for the rag dolls in the handicraft room! No wonder the doctor in the instrument room would prompt me to choose to make handicrafts.

I said, "Just choose to do handicrafts next time, don't be angry!"

"How can you not be angry?" said the old lady, still excitedly, "it can't be changed! The doctor said -- life is like this, if you choose, you have to go on, and no one can go back!"

I see, my back seems to be sweating.

If you can't go back, you have to escape from reality like this, and get sick for a year, two, three, five, eight years, and ten years?

What a dangerous situation I put myself in, if I failed the test, would there be no one to pick me up and discharge me? I never knew that this hospital was going to treat me like this, but I had heard that those celebrities who suffered from depression came to this hospital, and they secretly thought that they would meet a few big stars! As a result, I didn't see any familiar faces of celebrities. Even the singer is just a vocal professor at the university, and he doesn't usually appear on TV.

I can't go back, I just went through the procedures for retiring from illness, and many years later, when my classmates are in high positions and respected by everyone, will I regret it? Because drinking tea and chatting in the office every day, writing with the documents issued by the government, you can also mix for a lifetime, at least you can get a senior title and then retire!

Moreover, my immediate boss, who has not retired from her illness for 20 years, goes to work with crutches every winter, and then takes a vacation until we revise and record the programs that participated in the selection. I was reminded that even though she wasn't involved and the director didn't mention it, I should put their names in front of me.

But I'm a complete bar, I used to write the editor as the director, the editor as the section chief, and my name was only written after the author.

As a result, the red certificate of the first prize in the province only has my name and the announcer's name on it, which makes people feel dazzling when they look at it!

After sitting down in the corner with the old lady, I thought to myself that I could not be led by the nose no matter what, and every time I escaped death on the edge of danger, even if I was blessed by the gods, maybe the gods would take a nap one day?

Besides, the employer, as if no one had ever seen a ghost of a real person, why should he instruct me to do things on the basis that he knew the code on one of my documents?

Looks like it's more likely to die without a place to be buried, right?

The old lady was still expressing her displeasure, but I didn't listen to what she was saying, and I only hoped that the poet would not be attracted to me and find me, and that I would be thankful that I would be able to go on without looking back.