老周这顿班熬得是真叫一个拼，键盘敲得飞起，脸上那叫一个僵硬，眼睛都快粘在屏幕上边了。加班到这个份上，还不算最遭罪的，最遭罪的是明天还得接着熬。他住得远，公司离住处隔着大半个城，回家唯一的指望就是那趟凌晨一点的末班地铁。

站在地铁站口，寒风就往他身上招呼，老周一哆嗦，把脖子缩得 tighter。人群 Exiting and entering the subway, the air was full of the smell of takeaway and fatigue. This was the life of many office workers in big cities. The merciful thing was that people along the platform were all heading the same direction, like hope carriers in a cheering crowd.

"Be careful, boss, it's cold!" The voice came from behind. Xue Wen, one of his colleagues, stood there with her marketing materials neatly folded in her hands. She moved cautiously, holding the side of the escalator rail.

"Heh, cold?" Zhou Qing took off his thick down jacket, a large fluffy coat that protected him from the cold, and tossed it to her casually. "Bring it, you might need it more than I do on the second floor."

Xue Wen took the coat gratefully. They had been working overtime for the past three days. Even though the task was urgent, it took a lot of effort to complete it.