once there was a controversial topic:
should I sit in a luxury car and cry, or sit on a bicycle?
this problem, touching the hearts of some girls,
also caused a thousand men's spit.
over the years, this is still an unstable proposition.
have you ever cried in the car?
you must have.
one, crying in a taxi.
when I was just working, I was inexperienced, although I often worked late into the night,
but can only barely finish the task, and it's hard to call it a complete beauty.
once, the project submission time is too tight,
I lost the client because of the traffic jam.
the boss did not scold me, but said a word that could keep me in mind for a lifetime:
"theefforts, not equal to."
> I always remember how I cried like a dog in a taxi,
two, crying in a boyfriend's car and crying for
for two years in Shanghai, and two years with a boyfriend.
boyfriend drives a car and comes to me from a small city in his hometown to Shanghai.
the boyfriend asked, "shall we go to the hot pot?"
I said, "I want to eat curry."
boyfriend: "do you like to eat hot pot most?"
the boyfriend had been looking for a long time in the navigation, and did not find where to go,
"so you never go back because our small city has no curry?"
I did not answer, looking out the window, tears all the way down.
three, drive home and sit downstairs and cry for
the company was in a crisis, when the investor gave up the company's withdrawal,
my team, waiting for me to give a reply, save, or not to save.
my father's late cancer in the hospital, the operation has a risk,
the doctor waited for me to sign, do, or not.