Joke Collection Website - Mood Talk - Chapter 396

Chapter 396

The story about Xuan Bing

The online name "Xuan Bing" has caused a lot of speculation among friends. A student once asked my daughter: Does your father's name refer to the house or the car? This student is obviously studious. She knows two meanings of "Xuan". I jokingly replied: Why didn't I expect it to be an "RV"? In fact, people live in this world for two things: a stable life, a smooth trip, and what is the "porch", all of which make sense.

The word "Xuan" means "house", but it is not the main residential building. It is "a porch with a window, a small room", which is obviously a function of leisure and entertainment, so it is generally used as an elegant name for study and tea room. As a car, it is much more advanced. In ancient times, a car called "Xuan" must be a luxury car with a curtain high in front. I don't have idle people or rich people, as long as I live enough, but I can walk instead of walking, and I don't have extra leisure accommodation or a slightly equipped car.

In fact, I have called many names since I went online, and I finally used this number to surf the Internet. It's really where I live. I can't escape the frozen life. So the focus of this name is the word "ice". Many people don't pay attention to it, thinking that it's just the owner's self-proclaimed nobility.

When I first joined the work at the foot of Chaihu Mountain, although I took the place of English class, the task of popularizing compulsory education and double-base acceptance was tight and heavy. I was arranged to eat and live in the biology laboratory and take charge of a piece of work, mainly because the staff dormitory was not enough. At that time, the laboratories were built in a hurry to raise funds, which was far from simple under the conditions at that time; Besides, it's much better than living in Datong store when I first reported for duty; But it was very cold, and snowflakes floated in from the corrugated and window lattice. In my hometown during the winter vacation, one day the village horn told me to go back to school and turn off the water pipe. The water pipe didn't boil all winter. It's warm and melted in spring. It turns out that the water pipe is open. Later, I also lived in the broadcast room, basement and conference room, all of which were empty and cold as hell. But at that time, the heating in the office was the same coal stove in winter, and whether it was warm or not was my own ability to play with the stove. After work, several friends cooked around the stove, but they were very lively.

Fortunately, it was merged into the suburbs, but there was no place to live. I exchanged a shabby loveseat with other offices and settled down in the office. Later, it was arranged to spend the winter in a sundry warehouse. It turned out to be an abandoned family room. It seems that the family room was rebuilt earlier in the classroom. At that time, it was used by the accountant in charge of the book agent to store books. There is a spare bed in it, and all the sundries scattered on it have been cleaned up, and bedding has been laid on it. After a winter. This experience made me fundamentally break the myth of the suburbs and yearn for a hard but interesting life in Chaihu Mountain. I still don't understand why I went to so much trouble to transfer here before. It was not until these years that they went back one after another because of the title or salary reform that I realized that they were actually very confused.

But what disappoints me is mainly the cold. And my office seems to be enchanted, and it is the coldest anywhere. First, building 1, and then Xiaobeiwu in building 2, which is the coldest place in the school. I rolled up my sleeves and quickly put them on the stove, determined to build my new veritable "ice pavilion". However, it was put into operation soon. Because of my sudden emphasis on poetry teaching, I was given priority to set up a poetry club in the newly renovated building No.3, and lived the life of a spoiled little wife. But with the end of the inspection, the poetry club immediately became an abandoned wife, and my office went from bad to worse, and was transferred to the west side of the second floor in turn. That office used to design toilets, but the drawings were changed when it was installed, and now the pipes are still preserved. Later, I learned that the word "Xuan" was also used as a "toilet" in ancient times. Ha ha!

"It was the day when Emperor Wu dressed, and the son-in-law waited on the clothes, so he was lucky in the porch." It is recorded in Historical Records that on that day, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and Wei Zifu was just in charge of waiting on him, which made a good deed in the toilet. Fortunately in the Xuan is a beautiful talk. I didn't have such a good thing. I soon ran aground and returned to Building No.2, which was gradually deserted, just like being in a cold palace.

I am the "person in charge" who changes offices most frequently in this school, and there is no "one". This is not a problem, the problem is "cold". That's the point: wherever I move, the heating is always broken. In fact, since the establishment of the poetry club, the school has bid farewell to the coal stove era and used air conditioning. As I change offices frequently, my air conditioner always breaks down and becomes the coldest place in school. Strangely, as soon as I moved out, the subsequent residents were not so confused. It seems that I changed an office alone, but what I took away was cold. Dong Fangshuo said, how strange!

Two years ago, I was out of the office for some reason. It is said that Lao Kong had his air conditioner repaired, and I am very glad. My body hasn't been frozen since I suffered from it. But I didn't expect the temperature to drop a few days ago, and this air conditioner completely crashed as scheduled! This morning, I added another note to the "Cold Relief Map". When I stumbled into the cold office, I couldn't help thinking of many past events about the "Ice Pavilion".

"In the faded old palace, peonies were red, but no one came to see them. The ladies-in-waiting are already white-haired and arguing about the grand occasion of Tang Xuanzong. " I can't compare with the "white-headed maid-in-waiting"-there is no one to accompany me, only to abandon others, talk to myself and comfort myself!

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