老K手中的离职材料已被汗水浸湿了大半。他站在走廊里,向老板办公室挪动两步,又退回来。从临街的窗户看出去,对面写字楼的玻璃墙闪着明晃晃的二手阳光。玻璃墙下的汽车仿佛都是销声地行驶着,路边的人那么小。他就在这时接到一个陌生的电话。“喂?”他说。“啊!”电话那头的男人短促地叫了一声,“世界上最快乐的人。”“你说什么?”“世界上最快乐的人,你不是世界上最 Old K hands leaving material has been soaked in sweat more than half. He stood in the hallway, moved two steps to the boss’s office, and returned. Looked out from the window facing the street, opposite the office glass wall shining shining second-hand sunlight. The car under the glass wall seems to be squeaking and the roadside people are so small. At this moment, he received a strange phone call. ”Hey?“ He said. ”“ ”“ ”The happiest person in the world, you are not the world’s most happiest person."