It was very dark, and it was a gust of wind from north to south, whirring, like a roaring monster in the bustling city of high-rise buildings, rampant, and the roar frightened the pedestrians on the street. The wind, but triumphantly crawling on the side, waiting for the next game.

Zhao Shen is one of these at a loss, the monsters around him did not affect his originally depressed mood too much, recently he has been riddled with bad luck, the company layoffs himself has been on the verge of danger, the investment in hand is a mess because of the recent financial crisis, even the son he has raised for three years with his own hands, the more he looks at it, the less he looks like himself.

At some point, the wind may have felt a little tired of playing alone, right?

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians, and the slow Zhao Shen is particularly eye-catching.

"Sir, okay, ahem......" Suddenly, out of nowhere, a person came out of nowhere, to be exact, an old man, the old man was pale, wrinkled, purple lips, his eyes were a little bruised, his clothes were full of dirt, and he was clearly a beggar.

Zhao Shen nodded mechanically, reached into his arms, and took out a wallet, which was a simulated GUCCI wallet, which was bought by his wife for his birthday last summer. Can ...... now

Zhao Shen sighed that things were wrong and that they were wrong, and at the same time pulled out a gray bill from his wallet.

10 yuan, which was out of place with the small coins in the half-missing bowl held by the beggar, was so abrupt and dazzling.

It was because of this abruptness that the old beggar's cloudy eyes lit up, and then the hair, which was stained with fishy smell mixed with rain, shook in the wind.

Zhao Shen waved his hand indifferently, this may be the most fulfilling thing he has done recently.

He ignored the old beggar beside him and walked on.

dragged his numb legs back home, but there was no one at home.

The door of the large wardrobe was open, the pot in the kitchen was still steaming, and his son Zhao Ti was gone.

Zhao Shen glanced at the computer with the computer wide open, and sighed heavily, what should come will come after all, maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?

The new day is not particular about it again, Zhao Shen simply ate breakfast alone, without a wife, he was at a loss for even the simplest breakfast.

Thinking of the call he received before going to bed yesterday, Zhao Shen's face finally showed a smile, this came faster than he expected, and he hadn't ...... yet Oh no, this is the moment I was waiting for, maybe this is my fate.

After deciding, Zhao Shen felt a lot more relaxed, he glanced at the house where he had lived for ten years, and after only a second of hesitation, the door was thrown shut.

Today he submitted his resignation report to the company, and the big fat female supervisor who went to work either slept or shopped online waved his pen, without the slightest hesitation, and Zhao Shen was completely free.

According to last night's route, Zhao Shen returned the same way, not far away, forming a big circle, he didn't like to join in the fun, but he made a ghost to come over, perhaps, at this time, everyone will be abnormal.

"Hey, it's so miserable, I heard that it was last night, the driver is said to have drunk a lot, and when the police arrived, he was still asleep. ”

"What about that?"

"Hey, don't mention it, I saw it this morning when I was shopping for vegetables on East Street, I was crazy, no one dared to approach him, everyone he saw said that my brother was coming back, my brother was coming back, no wonder, all the money his brother earned every day fell on him, but it is said that this disease is ......"

Zhao Shen didn't stop again, he reached the end according to his original route.

Today's naivety is so good.

In the crowd below, a figure that had disappeared was still being judged, and no one noticed that the figure was so lonely, but there was an indescribable charm. On top of that, his hands were a dull gray.

(PS: I'm in a bad mood, bad things always come hard, but I can't say it.) This article continues my usual narrative style, and it doesn't matter what I'm talking about throughout, or what I'm trying to tell you. ）