早上煎鸡蛋的时候,任娜透过厨房里的那扇油腻腻的玻璃窗,看了一眼外面那片灰蒙蒙的天空。天空阴郁得像是一块脏抹布。一些死气沉沉的树在微风中轻动。她的心情莫名就糟了起来。孟伟一声不吭地用左手吃着早餐。他的右手手臂在半个多月前骨折了,现在手臂上还绑着石膏。任娜喝着牛奶,想要告诉孟伟,她的美国老板下个礼拜就要公布一份新的裁员名单了,她不知道自己这一次还会不会幸存下来。她长久以来积蓄在自己心底里的那些强韧的信心,似乎都已在前两次的虚惊中被耗光了。照理说,既然是虚惊,就应该不会消耗掉她的自信心,可是她最近就是总觉得,心里空得发慌。就好像她从前的那 In the morning when fried eggs, Renna through the kitchen in the greasy window, took a look outside the gray sky. The sky is gloomy like a rag. Some dead trees light in the breeze. Her mood inexplicable bad up. Meng Wei silent eating breakfast with his left hand. His right arm had fractured more than half a month ago, and plaster was still attached to his arm. Rena drank milk and wanted to tell Meng Wei that her American boss will release a new list of layoffs next week, and she did not know if she would survive this time. The perseverance that she has accumulated in her heart for a long time seems to have been exhausted in the first two false alarms. It is reasonable to say that since it is a false alarm, it should not consume her self-confidence, but she always felt that my heart was too empty. It’s like she used to be