Lin Wan stared at the bottom right corner of the computer screen at 23:47.
The central air conditioning in the office has stopped, and the air is filled with the smell of cold coffee and the dry smell of printer toner. She just sent the revised seventh edition plan to the director, and the notification sound of successful email transmission sounded particularly clear in the empty office area.
She picked up her phone and the screen lit up. It was a WeChat message from her mother: “Tonight, it’s cooling down today. Remember to add clothes. Also, don’t be too tired
The sending time is 7 pm in the evening.
Lin Wan’s fingers hung above the screen and suddenly felt a slight chill in her fingertips. She remembered being called into the meeting room by the director at seven o’clock, pointing to a line of data on the PPT in a flat but unquestionable tone: “The logic here doesn’t make sense, redo it.” She didn’t even have a chance to look at her phone at the time, just nodded mechanically and said, “Okay, I’ll make the changes right away.
At that moment, she suddenly realized that she hadn’t finished a complete dinner in a long time.
She stood up and went to the french window. The lights of the city are like a silent sea, and the traffic pulls out long strips of light on the overpass, like countless tireless rivers. She saw several windows in the opposite office building with lights on, like isolated islands scattered in the night.
She used to think that growing up was a grand ceremony, like waking up one morning and suddenly possessing armor that could overcome all obstacles. But now she understands that growing up is actually a series of small, forced moments.
It was the first time I was in a rental house, feeling helpless in front of a leaking water pipe, and finally I held a wrench and twisted it for half an hour myself; It was the first time I was in the emergency room late at night, signing, paying, and waiting for intravenous fluids alone, and then clocking in and going to work as usual the next day; It was the first time I received an email stating ‘rejection of the proposal’, and instead of crying, I calmly opened the document and moved the cursor to the first line.
It’s not about no longer being wronged, but knowing that being wronged is useless.
Lin Wan put her phone back in her pocket and picked up her coat. As she walked out of the building, the night breeze was slightly cool, and she instinctively tightened her collar.
Passing the convenience store, she went in and bought a cup of hot soybean milk. The shop assistant is a young boy who is looking down to tidy up the shelves. When she comes in, he looks up and smiles, “Are you leaving work so late
Hmm. “She also smiled,” Yeah
Stepping out of the store, she held a warm paper cup and slowly walked towards the subway station. The street lamp stretched her shadow long, short, and long again. She suddenly felt that although this shadow was lonely, it was also very reassuring.
It turns out that growing up is not about becoming an invincible superhero, but about learning to hold an umbrella for oneself in the wind and rain.
Even if the umbrella is small, even if the wind is still blowing.
But at least, you’re still walking.
