Phoenix City Fengming: Relaxed and Happy Civil Servant Life

Phoenix City Fengming: Relaxed and Happy Civil Servant Life After leaving school and entering the society, working as a civil servant from 8 a.m. to 6 a.m. at the provincial level, everything is very new...

Phoenix City Fengming: Relaxing and happy civil servant life After leaving school and entering the society, I worked as a civil servant in a provincial government agency from 8 a.m. to 6 a.m. Everything was very new. My colleagues in the department and other departments were full of curiosity about me as a newly assigned student. At that time, because I had just arrived in a new environment, I was introverted. I always smiled at others and was almost taciturn. Although I did not understand the depth of society and the ways of the world, I always knew that people's hearts are sinister and their words are scary. I always protected myself in a safe zone, so that those who loved to inquire about information and were curious could impatiently ask me questions and talk. I knew that trouble would come from my mouth, and I would not care about those kind-hearted people who cleverly made excuses to inquire. People, tell the truth. How many unknown secrets can a newly graduated student have? I was just a student who had just stepped out of school. Everything was transparent. Gradually, I was accepted and quickly integrated into the community. Especially the young people who were slightly older than me, we soon became good friends who talked about everything. My relaxed and happy civil servant life has begun! I ride my bicycle from home at 7:30 every morning, pass through Qingnian Road, go to Ximen Bridge, Shengfuqian Street, Houzaimen, pass through an alley, and see the Kaichu Lake on the south bank of Daming Lake. I turn right to the office where I work. I am not very busy every day. I study "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" in my free time and prepare for collecting materials for the ten-day report. During the busiest period, I spend three or four days every ten-day period making long-distance calls to cities, prefectures and counties. At that time, long-distance calls had to go through the 114 long-distance station. Several of the waitresses on the long-distance station became friends I had never met. After collecting the information through long-distance calls, I spent another day writing the ten-day report, which was signed by the director and then handed over for typing. I print it in the office, and then go to the typing room to mimeograph the finished ten-day newspaper after proofreading. When the typist is busy, I have to mimeograph it myself. Although the mimeographing is dirty and tiring, I am happy to be able to send out the ten-day newspaper as soon as possible. This kind of dull and boring work really made it difficult for me to work with peace of mind. All day long, I was thinking of ways to go to the factory and work as a mechanical manufacturing designer. The workload of reporting once every ten days is easy for me to cope with, and I have free time to spend my spare time. I am still in the mood for fun, so I can play with all my heart. After get off work, I passed by the department store, looked around from the first floor to the fourth floor, bought some cream, batteries, beautiful wool and gadgets that girls like, and lived a leisurely life. Soon I moved into a single dormitory in the compound of the government agency, commuting, eating, and resting in the same compound. The dormitory I lived in was on a two-story building. I shared a room with a female typist, and we became good friends, who are now commonly known as besties. She had a boyfriend at that time, and she would quietly tell me all her sweet things, and I would also tell her the secrets about my husband and me. Every day after morning exercise, she would prepare breakfast for me and put it on the table. I was very grateful to her. Since I was a student, I have always had the habit of getting up early to exercise. When I walked out of the government compound in the morning, I found many people doing morning exercises outside the wall of the government compound and by the Daming Lake. It feels like a fairy to exercise in such a picturesque and elegant environment. Among the many people practicing in the morning, I was attracted by an old man with a white moustache. At that time, he was teaching his disciples how to dance swords. His free and smooth swordsmanship, which combines strength and softness, deeply attracted me. I had the urge to learn immediately, and I kept admiring it silently. When the old man finished training, packed up and was about to leave, I walked up to him without hesitation and politely made a request to him: Teacher, can you accept me as your apprentice? I really hope to learn martial arts from you. The teacher readily agreed and paid a small amount of tuition every month. From then on, I came to the open space by the lake early every day, breathed in the fresh and moist air, and began to seriously learn martial arts, including swords, guns, knives and boxing. There is still some aura in learning martial arts. After a few months, I have learned various martial arts in a decent manner, and I have been praised by my master and classmates.