这天,办公室里那些伤脑的事儿刚刚干完,领导又出差,几个年轻的同事闹得没辙,后来有一个小妹冲我嚷道:给我们讲故事吧。我说:你看我现在除了我们的小隐儿,还有其他的故事吗?这可是真的。自从有了小隐儿之后,我的视线就变成了一盏聚光灯,不管是醒是睡,是精神抖擞还是疲倦不堪,永远在追随他小小的身影。我没有了风花雪月的时间。我没有了仗剑高游的兴致。我没有了挑灯夜读的精 On that day, those brain-waning things in the office were just finished, the leaders went on a business trip, a few young colleagues were out of control, and a younger sister shouted to me later: Tell us the story. I said: You see I now except our little hidden children, there are other stories? This is true. My eyes became a spotlight, since I was a little stealthy son, whether it was awake, sleepy, energetic or tired, always following his little figure. I have no romantic time. I have no interest in high swordsmanship. I do not have the essence of reading the light night