The willows by the pond drooped their heads, as if watching a silent pantomime.

Li Ming posted a moment, the content of which was very simple: The weather is really nice today.

Zhang Qiang was a standard office worker. He got up at seven o'clock every morning, squeezed into the subway, clocked in, and started his repetitive and tedious day. His life was like the black down jacket he had worn for three years: ordinary, practical, but unremarkable.

Li Ming walked into the government service hall at 4:55 PM. With five minutes left until closing time, he calculated that as long as the young woman at window number 3 was quick, he should be able to finish his paperwork at the last minute.

He hurried to window number 3, but froze. The young woman inside had her head buried in her arms, motionless.

TODO

Old Liu, in his late forties, is a senior programmer in "Programmer's Paradise" - which is actually "Bald Head Hell". More dry than his code are his eyes, which are constantly facing the screen year after year. The doctor had warned him long ago that he had severe dry eye syndrome and could go blind if he didn't pay attention. So, a bottle of imported, expensive eye drops became Old Liu's lifeline, always with him.

"Rest 2, Work 4, Rest 1".