On the east side of the spacious workshop, there was a low hut. The house has two doors; the door facing south leads to the field area, and the door facing west leads directly to the workshop. In the autumn of three years ago, after graduating from university, I entered this factory, and this little house became my "virgin land". My first job started here. There were only two people working in the small room, one was me, the other was Sister Bian. I was in charge of statistics, and Sister Bian was responsible for planning.
Sister Bian is 26 years old, with a fair and plump figure, looking very full.
On the first day of work, the first sentence Sister Bian said to me was: "I am glad to be colleagues with you, I hope we can become good friends." At that time, in my simplicity, I understood the word "friend" as a very ordinary relationship. I didn't expect that half a year later, the relationship between Sister Bian and me changed subtly, and it was at this time that I realized that in Sister Bian's eyes, the weight of the two words "friend" was very heavy.