Good things don't happen every day, but good people are there every day. What wonderful stories do you have?

My buddy has face blindness, and many wonderful things have happened to him. Once in the elevator, two people came halfway, one was his big boss and the other was his little boss. He only greets the big boss and ignores the small boss. His daughter-in-law was scared to death when she found out. That's good. The little boss is his immediate boss, and she won't be hard on him in the future! His daughter-in-law hurriedly bought a gift and went to apologize to her husband at night. Unexpectedly, the small boss is very open-minded, not only doesn't care, but also gives my buddy a promotion.

Walking in the street, brothers never say hello first. He doesn't say hello until others say hello to him. When I met my parents at the airport, my daughter-in-law and my in-laws met and talked, and then he went forward to talk to his parents.

We played a joke on him, saying that he got up every morning and didn't even know who the woman lying next to him was. He listened and laughed it off.

The new roommate is wonderful enough.

Nine of us were assigned to a place to teach, eight women and one man.

Teaching, the conditions will certainly not be much better, and there is certainly no need to teach in a good place. Many people are eager to go. So I don't have much hope for this place.

But! I never thought there would be no canteen here, but there is one elsewhere, except here. In a word, only that man and I can cook. His name is chef, and I am the chef.

Xiong Haizi is particularly noisy. He said every day, "Teacher, he pulled my schoolbag belt", "Teacher, he spilled ink all over me", "Teacher, he hit me" and "Teacher xxx cried again. Go and have a look. "

I have my hands full all day.

But it happened that my period came on the first day of teaching. I really don't want to say anything. I was so tired and painful that I almost lost consciousness at last.

But I still have to cook. After all, no one else can. In the backcountry, there is not even a steamed stuffed bun seller. If I don't cook, I can only starve to death.

On the first day, things were fine. I didn't know how to help, but the next day was terrible. They can't see anyone when they are cooking. I waited until a little after 12: 30. People came late and my hair was wet. I sat at the table and began to eat. What can I say when I'm still in the kitchen?

I am the nanny you hired. I’m not doing anything right now. Can't cook or learn? How can I go to the kitchen to cook after class and you won't help me?

Later, my other roommate really didn't like their behavior and asked them:

"I said what can I do for you? I don't see anyone when I'm cooking, but come when I'm eating. It's okay not to cook or eat, but it's not good for me to come over when I eat. "

As a result, the answer is very satisfactory:

"I see you cooking, and I won't get involved."

It seems wrong to say that you don't have to work hard. The more I know, the heavier it is.

A strange thing happened to me today. A middle-aged man rushed into my shop. I thought something happened. It turned out that he saw a baby holding seven or eight big babies in my shop. He thought that this lady must have milk, so he directly asked someone to give me some milk as medicine, which induced my wife and the wife holding the baby to be a little at a loss. Later, he said that welding caused eye pain and his wife was weaned. Later, the lady remembered seeing a woman nursing a baby in the square, and she said without doubt, I helped you inquire for about five minutes. She really took disposable cups and brought milk. In fact, if she relies on him to find such a small thing, she may not find it for a few days. I can only wish this lady a safe life here. I want to ask God again why good people are not rewarded. Maybe a good man did a very bad thing in his last life. Only by forgiving him in this life can he be meaningful.

Thanks for the empty invitation!

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On my way home from work last night, I rode a small electric donkey and ran a traffic light. I saw a 28-year-old woman riding a bicycle with a child sitting in the basket in front, which should be her son. At that time, I thought, this is too dangerous. But what surprises me more is yet to come. It's still red at this time, and everyone is waiting. I saw the woman staring at the bike and rushed over. Although there are not many cars at this traffic light, it is very fast. This behavior is really dangerous. And extremely irresponsible, originally * * * can't put heavy things in the bicycle basket, let alone children! And ran a red light! ! !

I really can't understand this wonderful behavior.

The fat secretary has an appointment with Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang stepped into the fat secretary's office and found something was wrong. The fat secretary stared at Wang, wearing a white dacron shirt and New Pants's new shoes. He was so angry that he didn't resist. Yes, yes, I have a peasant background. Before this school, my mind was rusty and I really went to school. That's not bad! Go away! Go away!

In this way, Xiao Wang's college dream was ruined because of this painstaking dress.

The fat secretary is even more annoyed. Xiao Wang, three generations of poor peasants, graduated from high school. He chose again and again, ready to recommend outstanding young people to college. I didn't expect to talk about bourgeois hedonism before I went to school. Look at that skirt!

He is determined to choose a person he really wants. One day, he walked to the edge of a paddy field and saw a young man sweating heavily in the palladium field with a plow handle. What's your last name? The fat secretary squatted in the field and told the young man to stop talking. My surname is Li. What does a father do? Shave your head. How many years did you go to school? Three years. How many people are there in the family? Father and son. The fat secretary suddenly saw two patches on the young man's coarse coat, and his eyes could not help but glow green: Good! Good prospects. That's him. After more than a month, the young man really came to the highest university in the province. Two years later, I went to the club again and returned to the office under the guidance of the fat secretary. Some people say that he is ignorant, and he sincerely complains to the fat secretary that I practice tap dancing every morning, baa, but others say that I don't learn martial arts! The fat secretary looked at his wet eyes and said nothing but patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

Some blind dates are not wonderful, but the story that happened between him and me is interesting to others. For example, because he works in a special place, let's call him "Yuan Longping" (not a farmer).

I remember the first time we met. It was a coincidence. The place where my best friend asked us to have tea together happened to be in the park where he worked, so I asked him to meet him. He was very busy, so we dragged him to dinner before touching him. The world is small, too. My best friend had business contact with him in a project that was going on at that time. When she learned that this man was my blind date, she was surprised that this vicissitudes face was about my age. This mixed description makes me more curious about this low-key man who can't see any traces in his circle of friends. So at dinner, I hinted that since I was having tea with you, would you like to have dinner with my friends in the evening? I just met him. Yuan Longping pretended not to understand my subtext. I think he is a little shy. So the two of us simply drank some juice in the cafe in the park, talked for half an hour, and then said goodbye to him and went to have dinner with my friend. He sent me to the restaurant, turned around and left, and my friends and I began to complain about Yuan Longping's improper behavior.

When we were almost finished eating, his figure suddenly appeared at the door of the box. I saw him with a probe. After I met his eyes, he disappeared. . . . . It was not until we paid the bill that we found that he had already paid the bill for us. So I came to confirm the case number. This behavior won the favor of two girlfriends around me, so it also washed away his previously incomprehensible behavior. Feel free to share what you see on the Internet.

I kept a dog named Sido at home for one day. This dog was brought by my brother from his neighbor's house. I was still in high school when I kept it.

Casual puppies grow up day by day and have no names.

I asked my brother, what's the name for the dog?

My brother said he must have a different name.

I said, what's that name?

Brother: Then give it an alpha, the West Tower in the White Tower.

hahaha

Alpha, Sita and Baita, and my brother are also players. Unfortunately, my brother didn't dig you up in those years.

One day, I came home from outside, very hungry, and took Hita with me.

When I entered the room, I asked my mom, mom, where's the meal? Am I hungry?

My mother said: The rice is in the pot. Please help yourself.

At this time, I saw my father express his different opinions loudly.

Dad: Let him eat rice. What does Sido eat?

What does Sido eat?

What to eat?

I'm still not your own,