People can't use the same self to harvest different futures, and if you want your future to change, you must first change yourself.

Zhao Fusheng knows very well that there are too many things he wants to change.

As an old man who is over forty years old but not very successful, he vaguely remembers that when he bought his first second-hand Nokia in 2004, he called home excitedly, and that happiness kept him awake all night, and when he bought Apple's latest mobile phone seven years later, he no longer had that feeling of excitement.

When he bought the first Xiali, he drove his parents to Binzhou Central Street for a turn, and when he bought an Audi, he just lightly posted a circle of friends. Although the car was eventually sold because of his father's illness, it didn't feel much for him.

Once upon a time, in the third year of junior high school, sitting behind a crush girl, he often showed a smirk. More than ten years later, there was a young and beautiful girl sitting next to her, but she didn't even bother to move her hands.

The threshold of happiness is getting higher and higher, and the price of wanting to be excited is getting bigger and bigger, which is one of the costs of growth.

Zhao Fusheng suddenly thought that Ma Yun said that the most regrettable thing is to be Ali, maybe this is not a hypocrisy, because for everyone, the upper limit of struggle may be that one day you no longer feel what happiness is like.

And just this morning, Zhao Fusheng overturned the desk of his top boss, the reason is very simple, because the guy who was as fat as a pig and relied on his sister to take the position shamelessly stole the project that Zhao Fusheng spent half a year making.

The release of anger naturally comes at a price.

The box in his hand was the price Zhao Fusheng paid for his actions.

He was fired.

But Zhao Fusheng didn't regret it, because just yesterday, he divorced, and now he is alone, and he has nothing to worry about.

Becoming a king and defeating a villain, this is a lesson left to Zhao Fusheng by years and life, and it also makes him understand what is most precious in this world and what should be cherished the most.

And now, he just wants to get drunk.

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The breeze blew a ripple, and the sound of reading came not far away, this is an era when people still retain their last innocence, and perhaps after ten years, even the ivory tower, the last pure land, has lost its innocence.

It is said that character determines fate, many times people don't actually know that before experiencing the torture of life, our character is actually not fixed, only after being ruthlessly destroyed by real life, we will know what kind of person we are and what kind of things we should do.

When Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes again, he felt that his face was a little itchy, as if someone was whispering something in his ear.

His head hurt a little, and Zhao Fusheng vaguely remembered that he was sitting in a food stall, drinking bottle after bottle of beer, drinking until he got up, and simply ran to the song hall, called a princess, and asked her to sing the song "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" to herself.

Then, it was pouring rain after going out, and the last memory in my mind was that I seemed to see a bright light.

"Zhao Fusheng, is Zhao Fusheng here?"

The old man's voice sounded, Zhao Fusheng raised his head, and what caught his eye was an old man with gray hair and glasses, holding a book in his hand.

As far as the eye can see, this is what appears to be a lecture hall of a university.

The eyes of the people around him were focused on him, and the dappled sunlight in the summer was sprinkled on his face, although he was still a little confused, Zhao Fusheng subconsciously raised his hand.

"I'm here. ”

"Well, next time I call your name, I'll say yes early. ”

The old man nodded and continued to roll call.

And at this moment, Zhao Fusheng seemed to have been immobilized, and he sat there stupidly.

I must be dreaming!

Zhao Fusheng thought secretly, because he knew very well that he had had countless dreams like this, and in the dream, he returned to the era of fluttering white clothes, and returned to the time when he unscrupulously released the blood of youth.

However, after waking up from the dream, he is still the hard-pressed office worker who has been ruthlessly crushed by the rings of time, still working from 9 to 5, going back and forth between the subway and the bus station in order to live.

Once upon a time, Zhao Fusheng occasionally remembered the time when he was young, and he would smile slightly.

It was a good time, at least when you wanted to be quiet, and no one asked you in your ear who Jingjing was.

Standing up slowly, Zhao Fusheng ignored everyone's surprised eyes, and walked out of the classroom calmly, anyway, it was a dream, how did the old professor behind him love it, and remembered that after he graduated, this seemed to be expelled from public office for academic fraud.

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"Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday ......" put his hand into the trouser pocket of his jeans, Zhao Fusheng hummed a song in his mouth, and walked leisurely on the school path, he has seen poetry and distance, and he also likes the reluctance in front of him, because behind those reluctance, there are 100,000 kinds of fireworks and affection in the world.

Along the way, there were peers walking by, Zhao Fusheng looked at everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of him with interest, I don't know why, this time the dream was very clear, so clear that the things that had almost been forgotten before were actually vivid.

What did you do in the summer of 1999?

Zhao Fusheng thought as he walked, but he was a little vague, after all, too much time had passed, so long that he couldn't remember what had happened.

Now I am a sophomore, and I finally got rid of my freshman identity, and my biggest hobby every day is probably lying on the window of the dormitory, watching those beautiful girls who are obviously freshmen walk by the window.

"Some people are deficient in zinc, some people are deficient in iron, and at this time, I am probably the most lacking in face. Laughing self-deprecatingly, Zhao Fusheng remembered that when he was in college, he had the temper of a second-year second.

Zhao Fusheng, who has a poor family background, his parents are only salarymen, and the salary level of workers 20 years ago may be envied by everyone, but the salary of workers 20 years later can only be said to be enough to make ends meet.

But at this time, I was not sensible, and I always changed the way to ask for money from my parents, buy clothes, buy mobile phones, and buy computers.

And parents have always loved themselves silently.

Until the day they grow old.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait, this sentence may not be understood by many people when they are young, and only when they are really old, they will understand.

"Otherwise, let's go home and see. Such a thought flashed through Zhao Fusheng's mind, and then this desire became irrepressible, like a burning flame, quickly filling his whole body.

Touching his wallet and looking at the few red tickets inside, Zhao Fusheng remembered that this 100-yuan bill seemed to have been issued for less than a year.

Walking to the gate of the school, beckoning, a taxi stopped in front of Zhao Fusheng.

"Master, Second Hospital. ”

When Zhao Fusheng said this, his voice trembled a little.

Since the death of his parents, he has rarely returned to his old house.

Time is like a sieve, constantly filtering the people around us, some people stay in life, and some people are drifting away, but no matter what, there will always be some people in our lives who warm the spring, summer, autumn and winter of this life.

Zhao Fusheng knows very well that in adult life, ease is a luxury, smiling is an ability, persistence is a responsibility, and hard work is an obligation.

So no matter how hard he lived, he gritted his teeth to bear it.

But there are many branches that have been scattered over the years, and in the end they are still silent about what they want to say. Waking up in the morning, I occasionally think about the past, chopping wood to feed the horses.

A long time has passed, so long that Zhao Fusheng is about to forget, the eyes that are as gentle as water and loving, and the shoulders that are as heavy as a mountain.

Fortunately, this dream gave him a chance to recall.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng felt happy, maybe it should be like this.

The taxi driver seemed to see that the young man was in a trance, so he didn't chat with Zhao Fusheng, but turned on the radio.

"I want someone like you, like the refreshing wind in the mountains, like the warm light of the ancient city, as long as it is you in the end. Today, who have you passed by, and who has lost you? Passing by your whole world, I am Xue Yi, and this is Ninghai Radio Station FM 95 MHz ......"

The pleasant voice came from the radio, but Zhao Fusheng was stunned, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng let his mind no longer be entangled in such a trivial matter, and he began to imagine what he should say when he saw his parents for a while.

Although it was a dream, he still wanted his parents to know that he had been doing well in the years they had left.

Unconsciously, Zhao Fusheng's feet stood at the door of his own community.

It's still the familiar street, it's still the familiar everything, although maybe because of the dream, the stationery store on the corner has changed its name, and even the faces of some neighbors around are a little blurred, but Zhao Fusheng can be sure that this is the home where he has lived for nearly 20 years.

Reality and dreams, separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, separated by life and death.

Walking into the familiar building, listening to the familiar noise from upstairs, Zhao Fusheng's footsteps staggered a little.

And when he walked to the fourth floor, he was a little nervous for no reason.

Everyone's life is a straight line, occasionally rubbing shoulders with others, like the intersection of crossroads.

We don't know what will happen in the next moment, and we don't know if the person who appears in our lives at this moment will disappear the next moment.

That's probably the saddest thing in life.

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Zhao Fusheng's family lived on the fifth floor, and when he walked up the stairs, he found that there were many people standing at the door of his house, and there was even a commotion on the opposite side.

"Give money, hurry up and give money, or move things!"

"You put it down, or I'll call the police!"

"Can't you have something to say?"

"Oops!"

With an exclamation, someone fell to the ground.

And what Zhao Fusheng saw when he stepped on the steps was the scene where his mother fell.

The mother who hadn't seen him for many years was pushed to the ground, even if it was just in a dream, which made Zhao Fusheng's anger suddenly rise into the air like an erupting volcano.

"Mom!"

shouted angrily, and Zhao Fusheng rushed over directly.

The crowd automatically gave way, revealing a man with a somewhat fierce face, who was in his thirties, and before he could speak, Zhao Fusheng had already flown over with a hungry tiger at him.

That's right, it's flying.

Anyway, it's a dream, in Zhao Fusheng's opinion, it doesn't matter if his head is broken and bleeding, whoever dares to touch his mother will be beaten and he can't take care of himself.

With a height of nearly one meter eight and a weight of more than one hundred and fifty pounds, he directly smashed on the man's body.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, Zhao Fusheng got up as if he was crazy, and smashed punches into the man's face one after another.

Grandpa practiced martial arts, father was a soldier, Zhao Fusheng was forced to exercise since he was a child, in his words, the body is better, at least he doesn't suffer a loss in fighting.

Facts have proved that Zhao's father's words are still very effective, at least Zhao Fusheng has never been bullied by others since he went to school. Especially, since he was in his first year of junior high school, he beat up three junior high school students who blocked him for extorting pocket money.

"Why are you back?"

The mother's exclamation finally made Zhao Fusheng stop his movements, let go of the man whose face was covered with blood that had been beaten by him, and the moment he stood up, Zhao Fusheng noticed that the place where his mother was pushed down just now was not his own home, but the Fan family.

In my memory, the Fan family has two daughters, the eldest daughter seems to be about the same age as herself, and the younger daughter should only be two or three years old this year.

It seems that someone came to collect debts today, and his mother was injured by mistake when he persuaded him to fight.

Glancing at the few people who were stunned by his crazy behavior just now, Zhao Fusheng said lightly: "A few of you, collect debts and collect debts, who dares to beat people again, really when our neighbors are blind?"

Whatever you say, let's get together a large group of people first.

"Yes, yes, Fusheng is right. ”

"If you collect debts, you will collect debts, if you have something to say, why should you beat someone?"

All of a sudden, a group of aunts and uncles found the meaning of their existence, and their fighting spirits were high, and they began to accuse the remaining three debt collectors.

And Zhao Fusheng walked up to his mother and hugged her, tears raining down.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, parting is certainly the norm of life, but if the physical distance can still lead to a sentence "the sea is a confidant, if the end of the world is next to each other", how can the spiritual distance be comforted?

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long.

"It's not right for us to beat someone, but he owes our boss 50,000 yuan, what do you say about this?"

At this time, the sentence of asking for debts made everyone quiet.

A sense of justice can make these neighbors speak up, but the reality makes them afraid to speak up.

In Ninghai in ninety-nine years, 50,000 yuan is not a small amount, in other words, it is natural to repay debts, although it is a gambling debt, but it is also necessary to repay.

Zhao Fusheng laughed, he felt more and more that his dream was too real, could it be that before he died, he would have such an experience?

But anyway, Zhao Fusheng didn't want his hard-won reunion with his mother to be disturbed by such a thing, so he simply waved his hand: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, isn't it just 50,000 yuan, I will carry this money, and I will withdraw the money after a month." ”

In all fairness, Zhao Fusheng felt that he must be handsome at this moment.

But for some reason, he found that his mother and even everyone around him looked at him in horror.

The only one who looked at him with adoring eyes was the three-year-old girl of the Fan family.

"It's better to be Lori. Zhao Fusheng had such a thought in his mind.

And the next moment, boundless darkness struck........................

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