奇异旅程

又五点了，同事陆续离去。六点左右，最后一个同事也离开办公室了。这时的办公室是我一个人的工作间。把音乐的声量调大，清楚的听到以钢琴为背景的音乐。
踢踢踏踏，打在键盘的声音隐隐约约可以从音乐里认出来。听习惯了，也就合着音乐变成了音乐的一部分。
专心的在做我的计划书。旁边的手提电话好像闪了一闪。嗯，难道有短讯进来！拿起仔细一看好像不是，按一按 —— 没有啊！
继续回到我的计划书。十五分钟过去，手提电话仿佛又闪了一闪。我还是先去上洗手间吧，太急了。还要重新把门开一开。这公司把洗手间和办公室用一道门隔开了，怕进贼吗，从洗手间。
一站上来，抽水的当儿，整个水箱往左边倾去，然后连接马桶的出水管也脱了出来，水开始涌出来。天啊，我连裤子的拉链也没来得及拉，就扑去救水箱了！托着水箱，幸好托架还紧紧抓着水箱，不至于往下掉。不然这么重的水箱，我恐怕撑不住了。往下掉，我只好说公司倒霉了！
稳住后，赶紧把连接的水喉头关了。地上一滩水，不能控制的往厕所外流。抹抹吧！再望一望那摇摇欲坠的水箱，明天再打算吧，这么迟了，谁可以联络水管工？
回到座位上，看着手提电话，按一按，还是什么都没有。我究竟在等什么啊？
继续完成剩余的工作。我还是为刚才厕所的事感到担忧，水会不会还在流啊？万一明天回到公司整个厕所都淹水……还是去检查吧。

到了厕所，里面一片黑暗。开灯，那水箱好好的定格在那儿。
重新回到办公室，空气仿佛变清新了，好像有什么变了。还是我变了？

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