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The alarm clock goes off at 7:15 in the morning, and usually I'll snooze for about ten minutes. During those ten minutes, I like to reminisce about the dreams I had at night, especially after reading Sigmund Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams," which made me more convinced of the importance of dreams. I believe that people who don't snooze are not truly enjoying life. After spending several hours sleeping, why wouldn't you want to spend a few minutes reflecting on it? What's the point of sleeping then?
Before reading "The Interpretation of Dreams," I mainly studied "Zhou Gong's Dream Interpretation," but it's clear that the two have very different analyses and understandings of dreams. For example, if you dream of a coffin, according to Freud's "pansexualism," it means you're thinking about sex because it represents female reproductive organs. But Zhou Gong would understand it as a sign of career advancement and wealth from a metaphysical perspective. Unfortunately, I didn't dream of anything yesterday, not even a coffin lid. I clicked my tongue and got out of bed.
I currently work as a Software Implementation Consultant, which is essentially someone who teaches you how to operate software. Fifty percent of my workday is spent talking, and the other fifty percent is spent thinking about what to say.
Since our target customers are mostly in the manufacturing industry, most of them do not have a clear understanding of the development structure of our software. Generally, they will tell me what functions they want and what effects they want to achieve. However, I am not the one who develops the software, so I need to understand the customer's needs and then pass them on to the development team. So I am also considered a "bridge" between the customer and the development team.
Seemingly simple work actually has some tricks. Our colleague Xiao Hui previously conveyed a customer's requirement to the development team. However, due to a misunderstanding, the subsequent functionality did not align with what the customer wanted, resulting in a significant loss for the company. The customer requested the withdrawal of the contract and demanded the company to pay a penalty according to the contract terms. The company had to have department leaders apologize to the customer and promise to redevelop the requirements in a short time. Xiao Hui became depressed because of this incident. Such things rarely happen because in our consulting practice, we generally have the customer sign a confirmation document for the requirements before further communication with the development team, so others are not clear on how this happened.
I straightened my collar, adjusted my pants, and walked to the balcony to check the weather. The weather in G City in May is changeable; after a period of sultry heat, a sudden heavy rain will come. But today the weather is very good. I passed through the living room and saw that man watching TV, holding a cigarette, with messy hair and a slightly flushed face, as if he had been drinking.
"I'm going out," I said to him at the living room door.
He seemed not to have heard, or maybe he did but the TV show was very exciting, and his mouth just twitched slightly.
I went out. My home is located on the side of Jiefang Second Road, where the pedestrian traffic is not very heavy, so it's relatively quiet.
After walking for about ten minutes, I unexpectedly saw an acquaintance walking towards me. Well, "acquaintance" might be too strong a word because I don't even know his name. He should be one of my clients, and we had a brief conversation about his requirements. He is probably the production department manager of a manufacturing company, in his early fifties, with a sturdy build but a high-pitched voice. My biggest impression of him should be when we were discussing a software feature, his high-pitched voice sounded like nails scratching on a blackboard, making me uncomfortable.
Meeting someone you know at this moment is not a good thing. I wanted to pretend I didn't see him and keep my head down, but it seems that it's easy to notice each other on this road.
"Hey, you are..." He stopped in his tracks. It seems that I didn't leave a deep impression, and he couldn't even remember my name.
I didn't lift my head, but instead cleared my throat and said in a low voice, "Sorry, you've got the wrong person." After speaking, I walked ahead, hoping that our encounter wouldn't leave any impression on him. I glanced at the glass windows of the nearby buildings. He seemed confused, still staring blankly at my back. I turned the street corner and quickened my pace...
Luo Qian is a woman in her late twenties. Although her skin no longer compares to that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, her facial features are exquisite, especially her clear eyes. With a little grooming, she would definitely be a beauty. However, she's too lazy to take care of herself, and there are some age spots on her face, as well as emerging wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
She rushed into the mall in a hurry. She is usually very punctual, but today it was strange that her morning alarm was set to silent, which made her so rushed. Pushing open the glass door of Starbucks, I had already been sitting quietly in that corner, with a backpack placed on a chair a few seats away, indicating that the seat was reserved. I waved to Luo Qian, and she nodded slightly as she walked over to me.
"Why are you so late today?" I smiled at Luo Qian as she passed by.
Luo Qian's face turned slightly red. "I'm really sorry, I forgot to set my alarm. You've been here for over an hour, right?" she said, glancing at the wall clock, which showed 9:40.
Our relationship is quite peculiar. We could be considered lovers, but perhaps that definition isn't entirely accurate, because to an outsider, we might just seem like ordinary classmates at best, not even close enough to be called friends.
Luo Qian took out Junichi Watanabe's "Lost Paradise" from her bag, she enjoyed this time, and every Saturday and Sunday she would read with me in the cafe on time. Although Not sitting together.
After about an hour.
"Let's go." I walked to Luo Qian's seat and looked at my Titoni on my wrist.
"Just leave?" Luo Qian seemed to feel that today's reading time was a bit short. She scratched her head and closed the book.
We walked out of the library and onto the street. We didn't hold hands, as I had instructed, in order to avoid drawing attention to our special relationship. We deliberately kept our distance. Luo Qian looked at my back, slender figure, but the sternness on her face was intimidating.
We walked for about ten minutes, turned into an alley, and entered the Hongyun Hotel.
Luo Qian and I took a bath together, which is our specific habit. The reason we read is that after reading, we can digest the content of the text by making love. It sounds funny, but this is indeed the most enjoyable part for Luo Qian.
This kind of crazy movement won't last long. After about ten minutes, every capillary in Luo Qian's body transmitted the pleasure I brought like an explosion.
We embraced each other and fell asleep satisfied. It should be almost noon, around 12 o'clock.
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