Sofa This round-the-world trip not only spent all of her savings, but also left her with a large amount of debt. However, she felt it was worth it. She was someone who loved traveling deeply; the TV at home was always playing a few travel channels, and she often fell asleep watching these programs. And now, she had finally visited all the places recommended in those programs, feeling extremely satisfied. Back home, she threw herself onto the sofa. "Ouch, it hurts so much! Do you know how heavy you are?" the sofa groaned. She bounced up from the sofa, staring at it in fright. "Don't just stand there, hurry up and switch back! I'm about to suffocate!" She stared blankly at the sofa, suddenly remembering that, in fact, she herself was the sofa, and this sofa was actually her owner who loved watching travel programs. Because the TV played travel programs every day, the sofa had been constantly influenced by them and developed a strong longing for these beautiful places. This longing moved the divine spirits, causing it to switch bodies with her, so that the sofa could go on a round-the-world trip and fulfill its long-cherished wish. "She" hurriedly bowed to "it." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I almost forgot. I'll switch back immediately!" "Her" face suddenly looked a bit shy: "Before this, I think there's something I should tell you. I, I had a… one-night love encounter abroad…" The sofa let out a heavy groan: "Oh my God!" A few months later, her living room had two small Italian-style sofas, obedient and beautiful, and besides playing travel programs, her TV occasionally also aired some furniture shows, especially Italian ones.U: u7 ^) C4 U6 a9 E He hid behind the streetlamp, sweating coldly, "t# r$ M. f' G waiting for tonight's prey, 2 K" '3 C* h% j% U3 ' The sound of high heels approached from afar, he suddenly rushed out, pulled out a short knife, and stabbed her madly. The first stab pierced her heart, but he couldn't stop, stabbing more than a dozen times in one go. She collapsed into a pool of blood. He found 258 yuan in cash on her, along with a women's watch that had just been smashed, with the time stopped at 11:56:7. " o& P/ g/ m4 p1 N& a ^7 K Only then did he have time to look at the victim's face—a delicate and shocked face. He fled in panic. The next day, he decided to go and steal another one more that night. While lying in ambush, he still couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, & h: v# n0 ' }& P/ X When he rushed out, he still couldn't stop and stabbed more than a dozen times unnecessarily, ( u8 i: v: Z Y5 E7 J From the victim's body, he found 258 yuan in cash and a women's watch that stopped at 11:56:07. ! n3 a7 j: b. K! I, @ sensed something was wrong, hesitantly looked at the victim's face, 8 V7 v) A2 b" U6 l1 ]! E delicate and shocked face, exactly like the woman from yesterday...... He fled madly back to his home, closed the door, and gasped for breath. % g6 }1 c＇ Z! d4 B3 X7 [ Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. The dead woman was counting the bloody holes on her body and asked him in confusion, "Why did you only stab seventeen times today?" ”) s) P. B: p# v& ]/ e! _/ r2 ]& u , ^9 ^* @6 J% ?1 ~0 ~5 v; r5 y Green Mark He met her online, 9 M: a( }, t" M# T4 w It was on an ancient culture forum, ' i' { V2 s' D* O6 w% Q1 L Her post amazed him, so he asked for her QQ, $ y2 k/ u9 ~, X, [2 ?' D: r" t& m Gradually, he discovered she was a treasure trove—erudite, uniquely viewed, with a deep understanding of ancient culture, and she admired his passion and longing for it. 9 w& B2 n;Their first meeting was in a very large museum. She had healthy wheat-colored skin, an elegant and classical temperament, and was almost exactly the perfect image he had imagined. After a few meetings, he and she finally went to Wushan together, and the feeling intoxicated him. A few days later, his whole body broke out in red spots, and his private parts were swollen and ulcerated, in unbearable pain. He felt both ashamed and angry, and deeply disappointed—such an elegant woman carried such a promiscuous disease! He invited her to his home and scolded her severely. She quietly listened, with a slight smile, saying, 'I thought you were a man with the style of an ancient scholar, and I originally intended to entrust my life to you. Since you have doubts, I no longer wish to stay here.' Suddenly, she leapt straight for the window. He was extremely shocked and reached out to grab her, only catching a soft wrist before it slipped away. From downstairs came screams from others. He stared dumbly at his hand, which had a smudge of dark green, like copper rust. Rushing to the window and looking down, he saw that on the open ground below, a bronze statue of a lady had smashed a large hole in the ground. Only then did he remember that the reason he had given up his archaeology career years ago was because he had a severe allergy to bronze.
No Overtime
'Our company has a strict rule: absolutely no overtime!' The manager said sternly to her. As a newcomer, she could only nod repeatedly. The manager pointed to a row of thirteen black photographs on the office wall. 'These thirteen predecessors all died at their posts during the early days of the company because of too much overtime. The company therefore established a strict rule prohibiting overtime and placed their photos here as a mark of respect.'He bowed deeply toward those photos, and she had no choice but to imitate him. On her first day at the company, she spent it under the gaze of thirteen predecessors' photos on the wall. Perhaps because this attention was too intense, she only realized she had left her house keys at the office when she got home. Returning to the company late at night, she was surprised to find someone still in the office—it was the manager, quietly murmuring to those photos. Moments later, the people in the photos slowly floated down, one by one walking to the desks and sitting down. Their pale faces, illuminated by the monitors, showed extreme fatigue and disgust, yet their hands danced across the keyboards. The manager patrolled among them, smiling slyly: 'The living belong to the company, and the dead are the company's dead. Good that they're dead; they don't need a salary, but the work still must be done!' Her legs went weak from watching, and just as she was about to run away, another person appeared in front of her, whose face seemed familiar from a photo on the wall. 'Young lady, are you staying late at the company?' 'This company has a strict rule: absolutely no overtime!' the manager said seriously to another new employee. On the wall behind them hung fourteen black-and-white photos.
